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Mein (damaliger) Freund und ich waren öfter in einschlägigen Lokalen mit Darkrooms unterwegs. Wir hatten keine klassische offene Beziehung, aber er fand es toll, zuzusehen, wie mich jemand anders fickte und ich fand es schön, von mehreren Schwänzen bedient zu werden.

Mein Freund war sehr groß und schlaksig mit einem langen, aber eher dünnen Schwanz. An dem Abend waren wir in einem Darkroom unterwegs und fanden nach einiger Zeit ein sehr großes, rundes Bett.

Auf dem Bett lag quer ein Bild von einem Mann. Er war, was ich sehen konnte, sehr groß. Das schummrige, blaue Licht umspielte seinen muskulösen Oberkörper und seinen massiven Prügel. Er schaute kurz hoch, als er uns sah und schloss dann seine Augen. Ich ging auf die Knie und nahm küsste seinen Schwanz, leckte langsam daran entlang, bis ich schließlich seine Spitze in den Mund nahm. Ich begann, ihm langsam den Schwanz zu blasen. Mein Freund stellte sich daneben und hielt mir seinen Schwanz vor den Mund, sodass ich beide abwechselnd lutschte.

Der Typ auf dem Bett setzte sich kurz auf, zog mich hoch und auf ihn drauf. Ich spürte seine Hand an meinem Loch und wie er versuchte, seinen immensen Prügel in mein Loch zu drücken. Mein Freund schmierte mir von hinten Gleitgel ans Loch und schon hatte ich die Spitze des Riesen in mir.

Ich stockte kurz, escort kadiköy es tat weh, obwohl er noch nicht einmal zur Hälfte drin war und drückte ihn mit meinen Händen etwas runter, damit er mich nicht ficken konnte. Der Typ kramte von irgendwo eine kleine Flasche heraus, hielt meinen Kopf von hinten und hielt mir das Fläschchen an die Nase. Ich zog daran und ein einerseits unangenehmer, andererseits beruhigender Geruch kam mir in die Nase. Ich wollte meinen Kopf wegziehen, aber der Typ hielt mich fest.

Plötzlich war ich vollkommen entspannt, der Typ begann seinen Riesenschwanz in mich zu drücken und ich fühlte jeden Zentimeter. Er hämmerte seinen Schwanz immer schneller in mich rein, während ich seine muskulösen Arme und Teile seiner Brust leckte. Er hielt kurz inne und gab mir nochmal eine Poppersladung. Als die Wirkung einsetzte, spürte ich, wie sich mein Freund an meinem ausgefüllten Loch zu schaffen machte; er schmierte mit Gleitgel und hielt seinen Schwanz an mein Loch.

Der Typ fickte mich nun nicht mehr, er drückte mich am Nacken zu seinem Gesicht und wir küssten uns. Mein Freund drückte von hinten seinen Schwanz in mein Loch und in dem Moment, als ich beide Prügel in meinem Loch hatte, wollte ich laut aufschreien, wollte beide Schwänze aus mir rausdrücken, escort bayan doch der Typ hielt mich immer noch fest und schob mir seine Zunge ins Maul.

Beide verharrten still in mir, bis mein Freund begann, mich leicht zu ficken. Das Gefühl war unbeschreiblich und trotzdem immer noch schmerzhaft. Ich nahm selbst nochmals einen Zug Poppers und genoss kurz darauf das Gefühl, zwei Prügel in mir zu haben. Mein Freund wurde schneller und auch der Typ begann nun wieder, mich zu ficken.

Ich bemerkte erst jetzt, dass nur knapp neben mir ein anderer Typ lag, uns zusah und an seinem fetten Prügel spielte. Ich sah ihn nicht genau, bückte mich aber so, dass ich seinen Schwanz in mein Maul nehmen konnte, während mich die beiden immer schneller weiterfickten. Ich war total enthemmt, der Typ, dessen Latte ich im Maul hatte, stöhnte laut auf. Dann zog mein Freund seinen Schwanz aus mir und auch der andere Typ, der mich fickte zog ihn raus und schubste mich von ihm runter aufs Bett.

Beide fingen aus ihren Hosen am Boden eine Zigarette heraus, als ich den Schwanz des Typen an meinem Arsch spürte, den ich eben noch geblasen hatte. Ohne Umschweife drückte er mir seine Latte ins Loch. Er hielt mich am Becken während er mich immer schneller und tiefer fickte. Ich war zwar noch offen von den beiden escort ataşehir Schwänzen im Arsch, spürte aber trotzdem jede seiner Fickbewegungen. „Ich spritz dir gleich in dein Drecksloch” stöhnte er mir ins Ohr, wurde immer schneller und schrie plötzlich laut auf.

Ich spürte seinen warmen Saft in mir und er wurde wieder langsamer, stieß mir noch jeden letzten Tropfen tief ins Loch, stand dann auf und ging.

Mein Freund und der andere Typ waren inzwischen fertig mit der Zigarette und diesmal setzte ich mich auf meinen Freund, während mich der andere Typ von hinten nahm. Es klappte diesmal problemlos auf Anhieb, beide Prügel in mich aufzunehmen. Der Typ von hinten rammte mir seinen fetten Schwanz immer schneller und heftiger ins Loch. Mein Freund zog seine Latte aus mir, sodass ich in der Doggy-Stellung nur mehr den immensen Prügel des Typen in mir spürte. Sein Stöhnen wurde immer lauter und schneller. Er zog immer wieder seinen kompletten Schwanz aus mir heraus, stieß ihn danach heftig wieder bis zum Anschlag in mich, immer wieder. Er fickte die Wichse des anderen immer tiefer in mich, stöhnte noch kurz „ich komme” und blieb nach seinem letzten Stoß in mir. Sein Schwanz zuckte in meinem Loch und ich fühlte nur mehr die Wärme seiner Wichse.

Langsam nahm er seinen Schwanz aus mir und ging. Mein Freund steckte sofort seinen Schwanz in mich und fickte mich weiter, wurde dabei immer schneller und spritzte mir seinen Saft auch in mein Loch.

Das ist meine erste Geschichte hier. Ich hoffe, sie kommt gut an, freue mich aber auch auf Kritik und Verbesserungsvorschläge bzw. generell auf Rückmeldungen. Danke!

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Der Anfang Teil 1

Lieber Leser, diese Geschichte habe ich vor rund 10 Jahren geschrieben, als es noch das Sahnespender Forum gab – es ist eine richtig lange Geschichte geworden – und ich habe sie damals meine schwule Daily Soap genannt. In dem Forum gab es viele Fans, die mir immer viel Feedback und Input gegeben haben, wie die Geschichte weitergehen könnte. Also ich hoffe der 1. Teil und die vielen Fortsetzungen gefallen Euch ebenso gut wie meine anderen Geschichten.

Nackige Grüße vom Bazzamann

Freitag 18:00 Uhr, das Meeting hatte mal wieder kein Ende genommen. Warum müssen diesen unsinnigen Termine immer freitags mittags gelegt werden, wenn andere schon ins Wochenende abhauen? Und dann noch hier in dieser Pampa, 80 km bis zur Autobahn sagt das Navi und es wird schon dunkel und pisst wie aus Eimern. Na da werde ich wohl vor Mitternacht nicht zuhause sein, dachte ich noch so bei mir, als auf einmal rumps sämtliche Lichter in meinem Armaturenbrett ausgingen und der Wagen langsamer wurde.

Na super, das habe ich jetzt noch gebraucht. Die Karre gibt ihren Geist auf, habe dem Chef doch schon gesagt, dass die es nicht mehr lange macht, aber nein, die tut es doch noch und wir müssen sparen. Das kennt man ja zur Genüge.

Ich lasse den Wagen ausrollen und fahre rechts ran. Ein erneuter Startversuch, doch da tut sich nix mehr. Ich steige aus in den strömenden Regen und öffne die Motorhaube. Warum eigentlich? Ich habe keine Ahnung von Autos und Motoren, das Einzige was ich in der Dunkelheit sehen kann ist, dass Motor und alle Einzelteile noch da sind. Mehr nicht, aber das war ja vorher schon klar.

Dafür ist mein teuer Businesskasperanzug für den ich mein Konto überzogen hab jetzt klatschnass. Warum habe ich diesen Dreck überhaupt gekauft? Natürlich weil mir mein holdes Weib so lange in den Ohren gelegen hat. Kleider machen Leute, du musst an unsere Zukunft denken, du musst hier auch mal was investieren, wenn du regionaler Vertriebsleiter werden willst. Um diesen Endlosmonologen zu entkommen, hatte ich schließlich nachgegeben.

Also wieder rein in den Wagen und den ADAC angerufen. Als ich endlich ein Netz habe, hänge ich 15 Minuten in der Warteschleife, bis ich jemanden an den Apparat bekomme. Herzlich Willkommen beim ADAC Pannendienst, mein Name ist…… Stille. Was ist denn jetzt kaputt? Ah, der Akku ist alle. Im Dunklen krame ich im Handschuhfach nach dem Ladekabel. Als ich es endlich gefunden habe und alles angeschlossen habe, merke ich, dass hier sämtliche Elektronik defekt zu sein scheint, so dass auch hier kein Strom zum Telefonieren rauskommt.

Was jetzt? Zum nächsten Ort laufen? Wer weiß wie weit das noch ist? Ich beschloss entgegen dem bestehenden Verbot meiner Firma, nun erst einmal im Wagen eine zu rauchen. Das Warndreieck müsste ich ja auch noch aufstellen, aber bei dem Regen? Ich rauchte noch eine 2. und 3. Zigarette in der Hoffnung. dass der Regen aufhören würde. Aber mein Wunsch erfüllte sich nicht, auch andere Autos kamen nicht vorbei, so dass ich so Hilfe holen könnte. Es half nichts, ich machte mich auf das Warndreieck aufzustellen, noch bevor ich den Kofferraumdeckel geöffnet hatte, war ich wieder bis auf die Knochen nass.

Ich laufe so an die 300 m um das Dreieck aufzustellen. Als ich mich auf den Rückweg mache, merke ich, wie der leichte Stoff meines Anzuges sich sehr an meinen Körper anschmiegt und stellte fest, dass dies meinem Schwanz offensichtlich gut gefällt, der urplötzlich hart wird. Trotz des wenigen Lichtes kann ich gut sehen, dass sich da gut sichtbar unterhalb meines Hosenbundes deutlich ein Zelt aufbaut. Nur gut, dass mich hier keiner sehen konnte.

Kaum hatte ich den Gedanken zu Ende gedacht, bemerkte ich hinter mir Scheinwerfer aufleuchten und ein großer Geländewagen kommt kurz hinter mir zum Stillstand. Sogleich steigt ein großer Mann aus und kommt mit einem großen Regenschirm auf mich zu. Damit er mein Zelt nicht gleich sieht, wende ich mich der Motorhaube zu und tue so als ob ich sie öffnen will.

„Hallo, wohl liegengeblieben was?”

kommt mir eine urbayrische Stimme entgegen.

„Ja, stimmt, können Sie mir bitte den ADAC rufen, mein Akku hat gerade den Geist aufgegeben.”

„Da wird Ihnen ein voller Akku auch nicht weiter helfen, es kommt ein Orkan auf und alle Handynetze sind hier in der Gegend ausgefallen.”

Er stellt seine mitgebrachte Taschenlampe auf meiner Motorhaube ab. Durch den vielen Regen kippt sie jedoch sofort um und leuchtet mein Zelt nun richtig schön aus, so dass dies auch dem unbekannten Herren auffällt. Ich versuche die Situation zu retten, in dem ich meine Hand ausstrecke und mich vorstelle.

„Vielen Dank für Ihre Hilfe, Herr…. Übrigens mein Name ist Dominik von der Wacht.”

„Sehr angenehm, Herr von der Wacht, ich bin Josef Moosleitner.”

Er nimmt meine Hand und grinst breit. Ein bisschen zu breit für meinen Geschmack denke ich bei mir. Er hatte einen festen Händedruck und mein Blick fällt auf seinen stark behaarten Unterarm. Plötzlich beginnt mein nasser escort acıbadem Schwanz von alleine wieder aufzurichten. Da er die Taschenlampe nun wieder in der Hand hält, bemerkt er dies Gott sei Dank nicht.

„Ich schleppe sie erstmal in den nächsten Ort, dort gibt es wenigsten eine Pension und mit dem Wagen schauen wir mal. Die einzige Autowerkstatt hat letzten Monat dicht gemacht. Ich habe da aber noch einen Bekannten, der ihnen vielleicht helfen kann. Aber erstmal müssen wir hier weg, sie sind ja schon nass bis auf die Knochen.”

Fachmännisch befestigte er das mitgebrachte Abschleppseil und die Fahrt konnte losgehen.

„Es sind ungefähr 5 km noch bis zum nächsten Ort.”

„Ok, gut, dass ich nicht versucht habe, dort hinzulaufen.”

„Da haben Sie gut daran getan, das wäre zu weit und bei dem Sturm, wer weiß was passiert wäre?”

Schnell saßen wir in unseren Wagen und es ging endlich wieder vorwärts. Dadurch dass es doch eine ganze Weile dauerte, bis wir im nächsten Ort ankamen, hatte mein Prengel genügend Zeit wieder auf Normalgröße zurückzuschrumpfen, auch wenn dies in den nassen Sachen nicht so einfach war.

Im Ort angekommen dann die nächste Überraschung, alles war dunkel, nicht mal die Straßenbeleuchtung brannte. Mist! dachte ich, dann kommst du jetzt in ein Hotelzimmer und kannst nicht mal Fernseh gucken. Doch der Abend sollte ganz andere Überraschungen für mich parat halten.

Wir stellten die Wagen auf dem kleinen Marktplatz vor dem Gasthof „Zum Ochs´n” ab. Herr Moosleitner war so freundlich und geleitete mich noch bis zum Gasthof. Natürlich war es auch hier dunkel. Da der Strom ausgefallen war, klopften wir und wir sahen von innen bereits Taschenlampen leuchten. Es wurde auch sehr schnell geöffnet.

„Grüß dich Josef, was gibt´s?

„Hallo Michi, ich habe hier einen Herren, der auf der Landstraße liegengeblieben ist und der ein Quartier für die Nacht braucht. Ich will nachher noch versuchen, den Schorschi zu erreichen, ob er morgen mal nach seinem Wagen schau´n kann.”

“Oh bedaure, wir haben wegen Renovierung geschlossen, wir müssen die ganzen sanitären Anlagen austauschen und so wie´s heute bläst, morgen wahrscheinlich auch noch das Dach ausbessern. Tut mir wirklich leid.”

In diesem Moment dachte ich, dass sich die ganze Welt gegen mich verschworen hatte, wie viel Pech konnte ein Mensch haben?

Der Pächter vom Gasthof sprach weiter:

„Kannst du denn den Herrn nicht für eine Nacht beherbergen? Du hast doch Platz genug?”

Herr Moosleitner nickte: „Natürlich!”

Und zu mir gewandt entgegnete er: „Ich kann Ihnen nur empfehlen bei Herrn Moosleitner Unterschlupf zu suchen, denn bei uns geht es gewiss nicht und in gut 50 km finden Sie ansonsten nichts geeignetes. Es ist Nachsaison und bei dem Sturm auch bei Weitem kein Vergnügen zu suchen.”

“Da wird mir wohl nichts anderes übrig bleiben!” antwortete ich und hätte mir am liebsten sofort auf die Zunge gebissen. Da schleppt mich ein wildfremder Mensch in so einem Scheißwetter freundlicherweise ab und ich tue so, als wenn ich bei Quasimodo übernachten müsse.

„Na Herr von der Wacht, dann wollen wir nicht weiter im Regen stehen, sondern packen wir´s lieber, sonst holen Sie sich noch den Tod. Ich schlage vor, dass wir den Wagen trotzdem gleich bis zu mir schleppen. Wie gesagt, ich habe einen Bekannten der KFZ-Schlosser ist und der kann sich morgen bei Licht mal ihren Wagen vorknöpfen und ansonsten können wir ja immer noch den ADAC rufen, ok?”

„Ok”, natürlich war das OK, dies war mehr Hilfe als ich zu hoffen wagte. Wir verabschiedeten uns vom Gasthofinhaber, der mir auch noch mal versicherte, dass ich bedenkenlos bei Herr Moosleitner übernachten könne, der hier in Balderschwang ein angesehener Bürger sei.

Schnell saßen wir wieder in unseren Autos, aber meine unbedachte Bemerkung von vorhin ließ mir keine Ruhe, ich musste mich unbedingt noch entschuldigen, ich rannte noch einmal zu seinem Wagen hin und klopfte an die Scheibe, die er auch schnell runterfahren lies.

„Mir tut meine Bemerkung von gerade sehr leid, das war echt total gedankenlos. Sie sind so hilfsbereit und wollen mich jetzt noch bei sich aufnehmen und mir rutscht eine so undankbare Bemerkung heraus. Das war wirklich nicht meine Absicht. Ich möchte Sie herzlich um Verzeihung bitten.”

Er schaute mich von oben bis unten an und grinste breit:

„Wenn Sie nicht schon vom Regen patschnass wären, würde ich jetzt antworten: Machen Sie sich mal deswegen nicht gleich nass, wir sind hier in Bayern und nicht so empfindlich. Is scho recht. Steigen Sie ein, damit wir hier wegkommen, bevor´s noch schlimmer mit dem Sturm wird.”

Als ich wieder im Wagen sitze, bemerke ich dass sich mein Zelt wieder aufgerichtet hatte. Ob das der Grund war, warum Herr Moosleitner so breit gegrinst hatte? Keine Ahnung, denn schon ging die Fahrt los.

Wir fuhren fast noch 30 Minuten auf kleinen Straßen und Feldwegen als wir am Hof von Herr Moosleitner istanbul eskort ankamen. Das war vielleicht ein Anwesen. Wir fuhren durch ein Tor auf den Innenhof, links und rechts waren zahlreiche Stallungen und in der Mitte stand ein imposantes Haupthaus, vor dem wir anhielten. Schnell sprang er aus seinem Wagen und lief zum Eingang und gab mir durch Handzeichen zu verstehen, dass ich auch schnell aussteigen sollte.

Zügig schloss er die Haustür auf und schaltete das Licht ein, hier gab es offensichtlich noch Strom. Er zog sich die halbhohen Stiefel aus und ich schlüpfte auch schnell aus meinen total durchnässten Lederschuhen. Im Licht sah ich erst, dass er, obwohl er mit Regenschirm immer nur kurz im Regen stand, auch ordentlich nass geworden war.

Im Eingangsbereich gab es eine alte Sitzgruppe und er begann Jacke, Hose und Hemd auszuziehen und über einen Stuhl zu werfen, dann verschwand er. Ich dachte es sei Recht und billig um ihm nicht sein schönes Haus dreckig zu machen, es eben so zu tun. Als ich nur in Unterhose im Flur stand, kam er mit einem Stapel Handtücher mit und begann mich abzutrocknen.

„So das reicht fürs erste, gehen Sie die Holztreppe dort hinauf, die erste Tür rechts ist das Bad. Nehmen Sie sich ruhig Zeit und werden Sie erst mal wieder warm, sie haben ja schon ganz blaue Lippen!”

Ich gehorchte und verschwand schnell im Bad. Hier war alles ganz neu gefliest und es gab eine Dusche mit vielen Düsen, die meinen Körper von allen Seiten mit herrlich heißem Wasser wärmten. Die benutzten Handtücher und meine nassen Boxershorts hatte ich über einen Hocker gelegt.

Ich genoss das heiße Wasser und der Strahl der sich mir auf den Unterleib ergoss, hauchte meinem besten Freund schnell wieder neues Leben ein. Das war ein herrliches Gefühl, dass ich nicht so schnell vergehen lassen wollte. Ich sollte mir ja Zeit lassen und das tat ich auch. Neben der Massage durch den Wasserstrahl, massierte ich mir die Eier und meine Nippel und genoss die wohligen Gefühle, die durch meinen Körper strömten.

Der heiße Dampf brachte meinen Kreislauf ganz schön in Wallung und so half ich noch ein bisschen mit der Hand nach, bis mein Schwanz schließlich seine Ladung abfeuerte. Die Geschäftsreise war über und über mit Terminen vollgepackt gewesen, oftmals noch mit Abendessen und anschließendem Umtrunk, tagsüber mit zahllosen Meetings und Werksbesichtigungen, so dass ich abends immer hundemüde ins Bett fiel und nicht mal mehr Lust hatte, selber Hand anzulegen.

Da mein letzter Orgasmus somit 14 Tage zurücklag, war mein Schuss umso heftiger. Durch das viele Rauschen und Plätschern der vielen Wasserstrahle und der Tatsache, dass ich alleine in der ersten Etage war, während ich meinen Gastgeber weiterhin unten wähnte, ließ ich auch ein entsprechendes Stöhnen zu.

Ich spülte die Bescherung weg und öffnete die Duschtür, doch anstatt der zurückgelassenen Handtücher und meiner Unterhose, fand ich jedoch neue, unbenutzte und zusammengefaltete Handtücher und keine Unterhose mehr. Die nasse Hose hätte ich ja eh nicht mehr anziehen können. Dummerweise hatte ich aber in der Eile meinen Koffer nicht aus dem Kofferraum mit rein genommen, da waren ja noch trockene Sachen drin. Doch das war jetzt zweitrangig.

Umso mehr dachte ich daran, ob mein unverhoffter Gastgeber Zeuge meiner Ein-Mann-Party gewesen worden war, was mir dann doch sehr peinlich war. Mein Gott er kannte mich doch gar nicht und ich steh unter seiner Dusche und hol mir erstmal einen runter. Richtig unbehaglich war mir, da jetzt wieder runtergehen zu müssen. Da ich nun mal keine Klamotten hatte und auch kein Bademantel zu sehen war, wand ich mir ein Badehandtuch um die Hüften und trat hinaus.

Ich konnte ihn zwar nicht sehen, hörte ihn aber telefonieren, offensichtlich mit seinem befreundeten KFZ-Mechaniker, den ich hörte öfters die Worte Auto und BMW, ansonsten verstand ich kaum etwas, da die beiden in Mundart sprachen. Ich blieb zunächst auf der Treppe stehen und schaute nach unten.

Jetzt wo die Stube beleuchtet war, sah ich dass neben dem Eingangsbereich sich eine riesige Wohnstube anschloss. Neben einer Essecke gab es hier 2 große gemütliche Sofas und 2 Sessel. Es war alles sehr gemütlich eingerichtet, alles sehr rustikal mit viel Holz – Landhausstil. Er hatte auch den Kamin angezündet. Ich war ein absoluter Fan von offenem Feuer, ein Luxus den ich mir auch zu hause leistete, wann immer ich konnte.

Es war schon mollig warm hier, mindestens so warm aber nicht so schwül wie im Bad gerade. In diesem Moment lief er mit dem Telefon unten an der Treppe vorbei und sagte:

„Wenn Du auch keinen Strom hast, dann schmeiss´ Dich ins Auto und komm´ vorbei, ich habe für meinen Gast eine Brotzeit gerichtet, er duscht gerade oben und wird hungrig sein. Du kannst mir und dem Saupreuss ruhig Gesellschaft leisten und gleich hier übernachten. Vielleicht kannst du dann gleich morgen nach dem Wagen schauen? Wir machen einfach das beste draus und uns dennoch einen netten escort şerifali Abend zu Dritt.”

Er lachte heftig. In diesem Moment sah er mich oben an der Treppe stehen und begrüßte mich:

„Ah, da sind Sie ja wieder, prima.”

Und in den Hörer: „Also beeil Dich, wir warten auf Dich mit dem Essen!” und legte auf. Ich kam die Treppe runter und mir fiel auf, dass er genau wie ich nur ein Handtuch um die Hüften trug. Er war ein recht kräftiger Kerl mit viel Brustbehaarung jedoch ohne wie ein Affe zu wirken. Das war so ganz anders als die Typen die ich vom Job, aus Fitnesscenter und Sauna kannte, die waren streng der Mode stets glattrasiert und entwachst. Doch hier stand ein sympathischer Naturbursche vor mir, der mich irgendwie an Thomas Magnum erinnerte, auch wenn der hier einen Vollbart trug.

„Ich hab auch schnell geduscht und was zum Essen gerichtet, Sie werden sicher Hunger haben.”

„Oh ja, da haben Sie den Nagel auf den Kopf getroffen, ich glaub´ ich hab seit heute Mittag nix mehr gegessen.”

„Na, dann warten wir aber nicht mehr auf den Georg, der braucht vielleicht noch ne Stunde. Bis dahin sind ja verhungert. Aber vorher möchte ich noch einen Vorschlag machen.”

Er wandte sich zum Tisch und griff eine Bierflasche und füllte 2 Gläser und reichte mir eines.

„Wenn wir hier schon so leicht bekleidet voreinander stehen, dann sollten wir uns auch beim Vornamen nennen, ich bin der Josef, darf ich Dominik sagen?”

Ja, gerne und ich möchte mich für Ihre, äh Deine Gastfreundschaft auch noch mal ganz besonders bedanken. Ich denke so was findet man nicht häufig und sorry noch mal wegen meiner dummen Bemerkung vorhin vor dem Gasthaus.”

Darauf prosteten wir uns zu und nahmen einen tiefen Schluck. Normalerweise kreuzte man in solchen Situationen ja die Arme und gibt sich hinterher einen Schmatzer auf die Wange. Dies taten wir aber nicht, nach dem wir die Gläser absetzten, reichten wir uns erneut die Hände und schüttelten diese heftig. So heftig, dass sich mein Handtuch löste und den Blick auf mein Allerheiligstes freigab.

„Sehr angenehm Dominik, meine Freunde nennen mich auch Seppi, das darfst Du auch gerne tun.”

Er lächelte wieder breit und grinste mir abwechselnd ins Gesicht und auf meinen Schniedel.

Spätestens jetzt sind wir uns ja nicht mehr fremd.”

Ich lächelte zurück und hatte keine Eile mein Handtuch aufzuheben, ich fühlte mich hier sehr vertraut und wohl.

„Wollen wir uns jetzt erstmal was anziehen oder erst essen, Dominik?”

“Da du ja gut eingeheizt hast, können wir auch gerne erst mal essen, ich habe meinen Koffer ja eh noch draußen und werde dann nur wieder nass.”

So setzten wir uns erst mal hin, aßen und erzählten uns was wir so beruflich machten. Ich erfuhr, dass er in der nächsten Kreisstadt ein Herrenbekleidungsgeschäft besaß, Mitte 40 und geschieden und kinderlos war. Wir plauderten über dieses und jenes und so vergaßen wir die Zeit, so dass wir, als es plötzlich an der Tür läutete, immer noch nur mit Handtüchern bekleidet waren. —

„Ah, das wird endlich Georg sein, ich sagte doch, dass es sicherlich noch dauern würde.”

Ich ging mit zu Tür, um unseren Gast zu begrüßen. Der war wie wir beide zuvor, nass bis auf die Haut und lachte als er uns in unseren Handtüchern sah. Er begrüßte Josef herzlich mit einem Kuss auf beide Wangen und kam gleich auf mich zugestürzt:

“Ah, der Preuß, angenehm, Georg Winkelhuber, na ihr habt es euch ja schon gemütlich gemacht. Habt ihr auch noch ein Handtuch für mich, dann leiste ich euch Gesellschaft.”

Ich stellte mich ebenfalls vor und wir schüttelten unsere Hände. Ein starker Händedruck, den er da hatte, da merkte man ihm den Handwerker schon an. Schon kam Josef mit einem weiteren Badehandtuch an und Georg pellte sich sehr schnell aus seinen nassen Klamotten. Er war weniger kräftig als Josef, eher drahtig aber mindestens so behaart wie er. Zum Schluss nahm er seine Kappe ab und ich konnte sehen, dass sein Haupt nur noch eine knappe Kranzfrisur schmückte.

Wie zuvor kam es mir überhaupt nicht komisch vor, dass sich hier quasi ein wildfremder Mann vor uns nackt auszog. Er wickelte sich auch das Handtuch um die Hüften und rief: „Kruzifix ist das ein Scheiß Wetter, ich brauch jetzt erstmal ´nen anständigen Schnaps, ich bin so richtig durchgefroren. Kein Strom und die Heizung zu hause tut´s auch nicht mehr.”

„Na, dann komm zum Feuer und setz dich. Wir haben doch schon gegessen, Dir aber hier noch ´nen Teller fertiggemacht.”

„Oh prima.”

Josef begann Brandys einzuschenken.

„Für Dich auch Dominik?”

“Ja, bitte.”

„Ach, ihr seid schon beim Du? Na, dann müssen wir aber auch noch Brüderschaft trinken.” — rief Georg und sprang auf, wobei sein Handtuch herunterfiel. Jetzt hakte er sich bei mir ein und wir tranken richtig Brüderschaft. Kaum hatten wir den Brandy runtergeschüttet, schmatzte er mir auch schon auf beide Wangen und drückte mich so ungestüm an seine Brust, so dass auch mein Handtuch fiel.

„Jetzt will ich aber auch noch mal richtig”, rief Josef, riss sich das Handtuch von der Hüfte und küsste mich auf beide Wangen. Wir lachten alle, dass war schon eine komische Situation, in der wir uns da befanden. Draußen tobte ein Jahrhundertsturm und ich stehe hier mit 2 wildfremden Männern nackt vorm Kamin und trinke Brandy.

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Author’s Note: all of these stories are autobiographical and absolutely true accounts of some very hot “first times” I’ve had. Only the names have been changed.

*****

***Oliver: my first oral experience***

My very first experience with oral sex was when I was 18 years old and still a virgin. I was at one of my very first college parties, and I ran into Oliver, a guy I knew from church. We weren’t close, but he and I had been friendly. That night he was a little drunk.

“It’s my birthday,” he confessed drunkenly, as he pulled me into him on the dance floor. “I’m twenty-one…” It seemed like his buddies had gotten him drunk for the occasion. Normally Oliver was super shy, but I guess his inebriated state made him a little more bold. He danced against me and I let him. I heard some of the guys he came with whoop and cheer for him.

“Happy birthday,” I whispered and wiggled my ass against him. He gently placed his hands on my hips, and I grinded back into him a little more. I wasn’t sure but I thought I could feel the outline of his cock nestled between my round ass cheeks.

I had spent that last eleven years at an all-girls Catholic school, with no boys around, so I was pretty inexperienced for an eighteen-year-old. The furthest I had gone at that point was let some guy I had met at the rare school dance unhook my bra and play with my D-cups, pinching my stiffening nipples under my sweater while he jammed his tongue down my throat. Now that I was at college and away from all the strict prying nuns, I was up for some sexual experimentation.

After we had spent 15 minutes grinding on the dance floor, Oliver pulled me to him and whispered, “Hey, do you wanna get out of here?” I nodded and he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hallway, his guy friends slapping each other five as we went out.

As soon as we made it into the hallway, it got quieter and all we could hear was the throbbing bass.

“God, you’re so pretty,” he murmured drunkenly and leaned into me, brushing a stray curl out of my face. He leaned in and kissed me, pressing me against the cinder block wall of the dorm. I could taste the beer on his tongue, which turned me on.

“You wanna go someplace more private?” I asked, looking up at him. He nodded.

The best we could do in that moment was the empty commons room next door. He pulled me inside and then locked both doors from the inside so no one could disturb us. Even with the doors locked, we still only had semi-privacy. The windows of the room looked out of the quad: anyone walking by or going into the party could see us if they were looking hard enough. We were so horny we didn’t care.

We fell onto the couch, making out furiously, sucking on each others’ tongues, our hands fumbling under each others’ clothes. I wondered just how many horny couples had fucked on this very couch.

Oliver had pushed my padded bra and shirt up without even unhooking it and was sucking on my swollen nipples. I moaned and enjoyed him lapping and sucking on my ample tits. After a moment he paused, and pulled me up to sitting, while he sat in front of me on the floor.

“I want to taste you…” he said. He tugged my pants down over my hips, pulling my lacey thong underwear down with them. I gasped as my naked pussy was exposed to a boy for the very first time. Once my pants were around my ankles, he sat on the floor between my open legs and gently parted my pussy lips with his thumbs. Anyone who walked by could see my spread pussy, and Oliver with his head between my thighs, ready to go to town on my wet snatch.

He sought out my hard clit with his tongue, licking and sucking on it, while he splayed my chubby pussy lips with his fingers. Even without his warm spit, I could already tell my pussy was sopping wet.

“Mmmmm you taste so good…” he groaned, pausing and then sucking my throbbing clit some more.

“Ohhhh fuck…” I moaned and shuddered, the wet noises of him lapping at my weeping snatch echoing in the empty commons room. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my pussy, feeling myself getting closer and closer to cumming all over his face. I couldn’t believe this shy boy from mass, who was an altar boy, was now eating me out in a public commons room.

As I discovered that night, I had a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me, and the thought that some drunk frat boys could be watching me getting my pussy eaten for the first time pushed me over the edge. I came, bucking and squirming against his sucking lips, my thighs tight around his ears.

When I finally came down from my orgasm, Oliver climbed back up on top of me, smiling. My pussy juices were still wet on his face. He wiped his face on the couch cushions and then I pushed him back, climbing down between his legs to return the favor.

I had seen pictures of cocks before, and felt them between a layer of clothes, but I had never seen a naked one live in the flesh, and I had certainly had never sucked one before: escort çekmeköy tonight was going to be a night of firsts.

When he saw what I intended to do, Oliver eagerly unzipped his pants and pulled them down for me, his naked cock springing up, hard and long. I later learned that my first cock was quite the specimen. About seven inches long, fully erect and slightly curved, cut, with tight round balls, Oliver’s cock was and still is, one of the most beautiful cocks I’ve ever seen. Even as a virgin, it made my mouth water. I looked up at his face, already braced with anticipation, and licked my lips. I couldn’t wait to put this gorgeous cock in my mouth.

The second his smooth mushroom tip parted my wet lips I knew I was going to love sucking cock. I hungrily suckled on the swollen head and he moaned, arching his back towards me. I held the thick shaft upright in my fist and then slid my mouth down as far as I could go without gagging. When I pulled my lips off of his cock with a little pop, it was glistening with my spit. One string of spit connected my swollen lips with the wet tip of his erection.

Still holding his cock upright, I licked the shaft from the bottom to the top in long strokes like I was licking a popsicle. Oliver moaned and grunted. For a cocksucking novice, I was a natural.

After a bit, I plunged his cock back into my mouth and started bobbing my head up and down hungrily on his cock. He moaned some more and tangled his fingers in my hair so he could control the pace. The sound of his grunting and groaning turned me on… I slipped a finger in between my wet pussy lips and rubbed my clit while I blew him.

After a few minutes, we were interrupted by some banging on the commons room door.

“Hey, Oliver, stop fucking freshmen girls and open up in there!” some of his friends shouted through the door, “We’re leaving!” Oliver gasped and pulled out of my mouth.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, stuffing his erect cock in his pants. “I have to go now or I’m going to get into trouble…” I started pulling my clothes back on and stood up. I think our fooling around had sobered him up a little and some of his awkwardness was back.

“I’ll sneak out first so they won’t bother you,” he said, and smiled awkwardly at me. “See you some other time?”

“Sure,” I replied. And he quickly exited, closing the door behind him. I heard his buddies cheering him on as they noisily left the party.

We never hooked up again but I often think about his awesome cock and the hot time we had on that couch.

***Harley: my first creampie***

Harley was a Southern boy from Missisippi, a ROTC Air Force guy with the rock hard body of a 22 year old soldier. I met him my senior year at college, when he decided that he wanted to try acting. We were cast in the play together, and I noticed that he was always watching me whenever I had to do my romantic scene with another guy. One time when we were back stage he told the poor 18-year-old tasked with kissing me on stage that he was doing it wrong.

“You need to be more confident, forceful, when you grab her to kiss her: like this…” he scolded the younger kid in his heavy southern drawl. He reached out for me by way of demonstration, and much to my amusement, pulled me in for a deep passionate kiss. I felt my knees go weak. “That’s how you kiss a woman,” he said to the pale-faced freshman and walked away.

“Harley is super into you,” my friend Kim whispered to me, as we watched his tight, muscled ass saunter away in his costume, “you should totally hook up with him at the cast party tonight.”

Later that night, Harley showed up to the cast party at my house with a six-pack of Miller High Life, and immediately started drinking with the other guys. I could feel him staring at me from across the room. I had worn a low-cut top for the occasion.

By the time he sauntered up to me, we had both had a little too much to drink. He clearly needed his liquid courage to approach me.

“Heyyyy, darlin’,” he slurred slightly, “what’s happenin’?”

“Nothing much,” I replied slyly and took another swig of my beer. “Except you kissing me earlier…” He grinned and looked away.

“You like that?” he asked with a little bashful smile.

“Mmmmm hmmm,” I nodded.

“Want me to do it again?” he drawled, his face drawing in closer to mine.

I grabbed him behind the neck and pulled him close to me and we kissed, his tongue swirling around in my mouth. He tasted like beer and smelled like pure male pheromones. I couldn’t get enough.

Somehow when we came up for air, we were on the couch and the whole party had cleared out. I guess everyone felt like they should give us some space to do the inevitable.

“Wanna take this to my room?” I asked slyly. He nodded and he followed me to my bedroom, kissing and squeezing me from behind as we went.

As soon as he shut the door he pulled off his istanbul eskort shirt and I got my first real view of his muscled chest and abs. It was a sight to behold.

“You like that, beautiful?” He asked drunkenly, and started pulling off his pants in a sexy striptease. I laughed and turned to put on some music so my roommate wouldn’t hear us fucking in the room next door.

His cock was already semi-hard as he lay back in my bed in nothing but his white briefs. I found it kind of funny and hot that this guy still wore tighty whities. Most guys I knew only would be caught dead in boxers.

He watched me hungrily as I pulled off my shirt and skirt and dropped them to the floor. I climbed into bed with him wearing only my bra and panties. He immediately reached up to unhook the clasp on my push-up bra, and groaned at the sight of my round milky jugs with their fat upturned nipples as they swung free.

“Ho-leeee shiiit,” he whistled his appreciation as he kneaded my soft flesh between his fingers, “these are some amazin’ titties…”

I was a little drunk and we were moving fast. I climbed on top of him and started grinding my satin-clad pussy against his cotton-covered cock. He groaned and I felt his erection growing between my pussy lips. He pushed me off of his hips for a second to shimmy his underwear off and threw them on my floor. I got my first glimpse at his cock. It was average-sized, slightly curved and stood up rock hard away from his muscled body. I was wet and throbbing and anxious to fuck.

My ex-boyfriend was the only cock I had had in my pussy for the past two years. He had popped my cherry two years before and we had done it pretty regularly after that, but there was always so much pressure for sex to be slow and romantic. I never felt like I could just let loose with my ex. Harley was going to be the first casual fuck I was going to have and I was really looking forward to some no strings attached sex.

I peeled my thong panties off and climbed on top of his naked cock and began grinding my wet twat on his now naked erection. He moaned and pushed up against me, trying to squeeze his dick into my pussy.

I’ve always had a pretty tight pussy and even though I wasn’t a virgin, he was having a hard time getting his cock inside me. I adjusted myself until I was holding my chubby pussy lips open and then teased his swollen cock head with the opening of my vagina. I was just about to lower myself on his stiff erection when I realized through my drunken haze that we had forgotten to get a condom.

“Oh shit, we forgot to put on a condom…” I groaned, pulling off of his cock. “It’s okay, it’s okay, babydoll… I’ll pull out,” he moaned. “Please just don’t get up, you feel so good…”

I don’t know if it was his cute Southern accent, or the way his bare flesh felt in between my pussy lips, or the fact that my ex and I had always used condoms, but I gave in. I squatted over his cock and slowly impaled my tight pussy on his erection until our pubic hair was mashed against each other.

I bounced up and down on his cock until we got into a nice fucking rhythm. He reach up and swirled his tongue in my mouth and palmed my tits while I rode him. From his grunts and groans I could tell he was going to pop soon so I reached down and started toying with my clit, but it was too late.

A few seconds later his eyes rolled back into his head and he grunted and came hard, spurting thick ropes of jizz inside me. He came so hard so quickly I could feel the first jet of cum bathing my insides with his goo. “Oh, fuck…” I moaned. When I looked back up at him he had passed out, his softening cock still buried in my cunt.

I slowly climbed off of him, his shiny cock sliding from my stretched hole, now filled to the brim with his spunk. I felt a little dribble out of me and put a hand between my thighs to catch his cum while I quickly tiptoed to the bathroom.

By the time I got into the bathroom, a small puddle of his pearly jism had dripped out of my pussy and into my cupped palm. I quickly sat down and let more of his spunk drip out of me and into the toilet. As I wiped off my hand, I reached for the small make-up mirror on the counter. Still sitting on the toilet seat, I opened my legs and studied my thoroughly used pussy. My lips and clit were swollen and wet and I could see his thick white cream oozing from my hole. I can’t explain why, but looking at my creampied pussy turned me on so much, I rubbed my clit until I came all over my sticky fingers, pushing out more of his cum from my vaginal opening.

When I finished cumming, I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped away a long viscous strand of his cum that was dangling from my spent pussy. I turned off the lights, shuffled to my bed and passed out, Harley’s sticky cock pressing into the cleft of my ass.

The next morning I got up at 6am for my shift at the campus coffee shop. Harley was passed out and snoring in my bed. I contemplated escort içerenköy waking him up for a quickie, but thought better of it. I left him a note and then left for work. I swear I could still feel his spunk leaking out of me all day.

***Jean-Paul: my first monster cock***

I met John-Paul when I was modeling for a figure drawing class. He was smart, clean-cut and professional when he walked up to me after class and handed me a business card.

“This is a link to my work… Just so you know I’m legit,” he said matter-of-factly as I was pulling my robe on and reaching for the card. “I’m always looking for models and I think you’d be perfect. Check it out and let me know if you’re interested.” Before I could answer, he turned on his heel and sauntered away.

I found the card in my pocket a few days later, and remembering his odd manner, I looked up his website and studied his portfolio. His website stated “John Paul Mercier: Erotic Nudes” and the whole site was filled with a hundred erotic nude photographs, all tastefully done, naked women of all shapes and sizes photographed in their homes and in natural environments. I was intrigued.

Before the next class I found him by his easel and told him I had checked out his website.

“Oh yes?” he said, raising an eyebrow at me. “What did you think?”

“Looks interesting,” I replied equally cryptically. “Do you always photograph women in their homes?”

“Yes,” he replied, “People are much more… relaxed in their own home.”

“I see.” Something about the way he said “relaxed” made me wonder just how relaxed he was talking about. Relaxed enough to reward the photographer for his hard work?

“I pay $50 to shoot you in your home, and you get a copy of your favorite print. What do you say? Interested?”

“Okay, sure.” Alright, I’ll bite, I thought. There was something about his no-nonsense, businesslike tone that turned me on. And I had a lot of experience posing nude, so it would be an easy fifty bucks at the least.

“Great,” he replied, “Email me your info and some times that work and we’ll set something up.” And then class began.

Normally, when I’m posing for the figure drawing class, I hold a pose and then let my mind wander. Today, I could feel John-Paul’s eyes on me, as it scanned and appraised my naked body. Something about how he was looking at me made me sweat. Little beads of moisture appeared behind my knees, on my upper lip. At one point I watched him study my freshly shaved pussy and I swear he knew I was getting wet. When class ended he locked eyes with me and smiled slightly.

Later that week we arranged for him to come do the photoshoot at my apartment that weekend, when my roommate was out of town. He walked up all four floors to my apartment with his camera and all his equipment, and I answered the door in just my robe.

“Wow, it’s hot,” he said, removing his jacket, “How about we get to work?”

I dropped my bathrobe and hung it over the chair, this time I was nude for an attentive audience of one. He was very professional and we took some artsy shots in the kitchen where the light was good. Me looking out the window, me leaning over the stove, my naked ass pointed at his lens. He clicked away silently for awhile.

After we had shot on the couch and at the table he suggested moving into the bedroom. At this point, I was getting a little hot and bothered and I could tell he was enjoying his work. I lay back on my bed.

“So… You spend a lot of time around naked women,” I said, “Do you ever feel tempted to do more than take photographs?” He looked up from focusing his camera and smiled slyly.

“It depends,” he said, “on what’s being offered…”

I slowly opened my thighs, opening my shaved snatch to his hungry gaze. I watched him swallow hard, his eyes narrowing on my wet slit. I snaked a finger between the wet lips and started playing with myself while he watched, captivated. He smiled and started snapping some more pictures.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked, and giggled naughtily. I splayed my fingers open, exposing my throbbing clit to the lens. John-Paul took four or five more photos before placing his camera on the chair and turned back to me, watching me rub my clit. He took three or four quick steps to the bed and then climbed between my legs fully clothed, and lowered his face to my juicy pussy.

His long tongue wiggled between my lips and teased at my swollen clit, then he quickly ran his fingers between my slit to lubricate them and plunged his fingers inside me, fingering my pussy while he ate me. It took me about three minutes of his fingers and tongue on my wet cunt for me to cum hard all over his face, moaning in orgasm and covering his face in my juices.

“Fuuuuck that was hot,” he moaned, coming up for air.

“I can return the favor…” I replied, now hungry to see this guy’s cock.

“That all depends on if you think you can handle this…” he said, unzipping his fly. Without pulling down his pants, he pulled out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It was about ten inches long and very fat, with a big purple head, already leaking precum.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, actually wondering if I could get that monster meat in my mouth. I began reaching for his cock and he stopped me.

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Glancing again at her stiffening nipples he gently rubbed his cock through his tightening jeans. Her tank top was pulled taut across her ample breasts and the buds pressing outward from each betrayed her quiet excitement. His cock had been on the rise from the moment he smelled her sweet perfume, teasing his senses with its fruity aroma, mixed with the tangy fragrance of her quickly dampening cunt.

She had seen a few pictures of his cock already and knew it would do the job of quenching the fire spreading outward from her loins, like an unchecked wild fire waiting for the right hose. She hadn’t sent him any pictures in return; he could just wait to see the real thing. Now, after months of casual cybersex, she was imagining the sight of his throbbing cock, bulging beneath his jeans, begging to be released.

“Should I start?” she purred. Slipping her shirt over her head, exposing her ‘more than a handful’ breasts. Pinching a tender nipple as she ran her tongue over her lips she whispered, “Shall I continue?”

With a perverse smirk he only nodded his approval.

Bare-breasted she stood before him and slid her skirt down, revealing black and red vinyl panties. “They’re crotchless.” She grinned evilly. While he stayed in his chair she spread herself across the bed, making herself comfortable for a little playtime. “He’ll suffocate if you don’t let him out soon.” She said playfully.

Unzipping his jeans he released his pulsing shaft. Drops of precum had moistened his briefs already. The sight of her, nearly naked and only a few feet away was driving escort yakacık him wild. He wanted desperately to pinch and suck her nipples. Tossing his clothes aside he settled back into his chair to watch and enjoy the show. Their occasional cyber had given him plenty of time to consider how watching her masturbate would be, but his imagination had failed him. His excitement dripped from the tip of his cock and he slowly stroked himself. She had spread herself in front of him on the bed, legs wide so he could see her swollen pussy, glistening with her juices as she rolled her clit beneath her fingers.

Watching him release his cock from the confines of his clothes had stirred the fire beneath her fingers. As he tossed his clothes away she slid two fingers inside, sighing slightly at the penetration. After a few strokes she rubbed her wet fingers over her engorged clit, watching the precum shine on his dick. Propping several pillows up behind her she watched him slowly stroke his cock as she started working on her own throbbing cunt. She was already so wet her juice was running down to tickle her ass and soak the bedspread. Caressing her clit with one hand she used the other to finger herself. Slipping her fingers inside she began to enjoy the rhythm of her dancing hands. The thought of him watching her was making her enjoy this all the more. She loved to masturbate, but she loved to be watched even more.

As she slid her fingers inside he felt his balls contract with anticipation. She was watching his cock as he stroked, bayan escort istanbul mirroring his rhythm. She was dripping wet, he considered giving her a hand but decided to enjoy the show instead. There would be plenty of time to touch her soon enough, he wanted to see her cum first.

She soon found her own rhythm and began to rub more vigorously. Thrusting her fingers deeper inside she wished that she’d have brought a dildo. Her pussy was craving a cock. Looking again at him in his chair she grinned at the intense look of desire on his face. Her fingers swirled delightfully around her sensitive clit, her orgasm was coming fast and she wanted to share it with him.

“Come here,” she moaned, “I’m thirsty.” Licking her lips she watched as he came across the room, cock in hand. He knelt on the bed beside her, situating his pulsing dick in her face. As he twirled her nipple between his fingers she took him into her mouth. The taste of precum brought a wave of ecstasy to her cunt. She wanted him to come with her, filling her mouth with his sticky, hot cum.

He nearly came as she wrapped her soft lips around his dick. He would cum soon, he knew and he couldn’t wait. Pinching her nipple gently he watched her suck him in while she continued to stroke and finger herself. He swayed slightly, fucking her mouth as she licked and sucked him. He massaged her tits firmly, thinking of how many times he’d hoped to see them. He wanted to cum on them, but not this time. His orgasm was building more with ever lick and every suck. He would fill her mouth escort bağdat caddesi soon.

Her breathing became deeper, her breasts swelled as she inhaled. Her body began to tense as she spread her legs out wide. She moaned around his cock. Thrusting her fingers in and out vigorously she finally felt her cunt tighten. It gripped her fingers as she madly rubbed her clit; it felt like electricity coursing through her groin. Looking up at him she pleaded with her eyes. Cum with me.

He watched as she suddenly stuffed her fingers deep inside her saturated pussy. Her other hand was a blur on her clit. Looking down into her face her knew she was on the verge of her orgasm. He slid his hand behind her head and began to fuck her mouth with vigor. Her lips tightened around him as she continued to suck. Suddenly her entire body tensed, she moaned deeply, waves of pleasure washed over her body as she came. Her pussy gripped firmly around her fingers, urging her to thrust again. Just then his cum began filling her mouth, like a dam let loose a flooded riverbank. She swallowed quickly as he gushed into her. Her aching pussy clamped down as a second orgasm soaked her fingers. He was looking at her with animal lust and she loved it. He was fucking her mouth and filling her belly with his juices as her second orgasm subsided. Slowly he withdrew his cock, she licked the sticky remains from the tip as he drew away.

He sighed deeply. He knew his orgasm has helped bring on her second. He would be up for another later, for now he planned on keeping her the way he liked her, wet and horny. Kneeling on the floor he grabbed her ankles and pulled her around towards him. Running his fingers along her swollen red lips he smiled wickedly and said, “Come here, I’m hungry…” as he slipped off her panties. The crotchless, black and red vinyl pair he’d sent her for Valentine’s Day.

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As we left the club, all 3 of us having had a bit too much to drink, we waved down a taxi and headed towards home.

Since agreeing to allow her to bring “Brett” home, she must have forgotten I was even there as she looked completely obsessed with Brett’s muscles while she looked deep into his eyes as she rubbed his big arms.

While in in the taxi she still ignored me completely and spent the entire journey giggling, leaning into him and rubbing her hands up his top and all over his rock hard abs while he had his arm around her, and, as though I wasn’t there, she cheekily pushed her hand down the front of his jeans to try to get a feel of his bulge. He laughed and said “Not yet babe,” as though trying to keep her wanting it more and more. He knew what he was doing, like a man that has slept with thousands of women, and my naive girlfriend completely in awe of this man making me more than jealous.

Once we stumbled out the taxi and headed towards the door, Jess finally acknowledged me while Brett paid for the taxi. She winked at me and flashed her ass cheek to me, which I slapped, she giggled and instantly I felt better.

We all piled in through the door and Jess just couldn’t wait. As soon as he closed the escort dudullu door, she looked at Brett, hitched up the front of her skirt to reveal her angelic white knickers and bit her lip seductively. She then looked at me and grabbed me around the back of my head and pulled me towards her for a tantalising kiss, then put her hand down to give my rock hard erection a rub. As we kissed passionately, I hear Brett say in an angry manor, “Don’t leave me out,” as he stomped over towards us.

Instantly, Jess took her hand quickly out of my pants and moved straight over to Brett and starting kissing him passionately while she rubbed her hand all over his muscular shapes. He grabbed her ass tightly, moved away from her lips and, looking at me, sternly said “This ass is mine, you can have the mouth.”

This guy was telling me what I can do with my own girl. I would usually be mad at this situation but seeing the way Jess looked at him and drooled through his arrogant actions, I had to play along, even if I didn’t like it.

“Now get on your knees and show daddy what you can do with your mouth.” Absolutely no hesitation and Jess jumped down onto her knees and stared at Brett’s istanbul bayan escort bulge in anticipation of him finally revealing his cock to her. I also watched in anticipation hoping he is nothing special.

I was wrong.

He unzipped his jeans and slowly pulled down his underwear to reveal the biggest and most girthy penis I had ever seen. And it didn’t even look fully erect. I have never seen Jess’ eyes light up so quickly and I was sick with jealousy both at the size of his cock and by how fascinated Jess was with it.

“Oh my god Brett, you are so big!” She said with her mouth wide open. “I don’t even know what to do with it.”

“You can start by getting me nice and wet for what we can do later.” Brett said cheekily back.

In a flash, Jess wrapped her pretty lips right around the head and could hardly swallow any more. She closed her eyes and starting to really enjoy lubing his shaft with her saliva as her throat made gagging noises through the sound of her pleasure.

“Good girl. I know you’re impressed with me but give your boyfriend a chance too, I think you forgot he was there!” He laughed in a way that made me feel embarrassed of myself and how my girlfriend escort kozyatağı so easily left me aside.

I moved closer and pulled my trousers below my waste to reveal my average sized dick. I could see in the corner of my eye that Brett thought this was amusing and he just had to say something.

“Haha,” he loudly laughed. “We can’t all be blessed.”

I felt so awkward because Jess looked over at me with his cock still in her hand and grabbed mine with her other, like she was comparing them. She looked at Brett and laughed along with him, then got straight back to putting her mouth around as much of his fat cock as she could, slurping making satisfied noises.

Her other hand stayed around my small shaft and she lazily kept my erection going while paying most of her attention to Brett.

After it looked like she was getting him to his full length, Jess stopped what she was doing and stood up onto her feet, her heels still in place. She pulled Brett’s top over his head to reveal his model-like body and bit her lip once more. She held onto Brett’s giant monster and looked at me inquisitively.

“Baby, can I fuck Brett?”

As he heard this, Brett looked at me to await my answer, not that he wouldn’t have done it anyway.

I couldn’t say no as I was intimidated by the way Brett looked at me as if to say “You better say yes or else”.

I remembered how this was all my idea and gave them the nod to go ahead, but made sure I butted in with “we can take it in turns.”

“Thanks baby, let’s take it upstairs.”

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May/December – Lessons In Love

A wealthy, longtime, acquaintance had recently divorced. One evening I ran into her at a local coffee shop and struck up a conversation. She revealed that she was nervous about getting into the dating scene. It had been almost 25 years since she had dated anyone other than her ex-husband. Her two daughters were now in college and she had a huge home, that was soon to be empty. She said that she did not know where to start and that she really needed to fill the void with a companion.

I asked her if she had any preferences in men. To which she replied, “I just want to have fun with no strings attached.”

To that I offered to write a story about one way that she could solve her dilemma. She gave me her e-mail address and I began writing.

This is that story. It was written over a months’ time with each part sent separately when it was completed. For this first publication I gathered the parts together.

As a new contributor to this site, I’d appreciate any thoughts or constructive recommendations you have about it.

Whoever heard of an 18-year-old having a gut-wrenching orgasm they would remember over 40 years later? I have, that is who.

She was what my dad called a “country clubber”. Her house was located along the golf course. It was big and fancy with a bluegrass yard, manicured shrubs and a huge, elevated patio that looked over the backyard and into the water hazard on the sixth hole. She had two college age daughters, two Cadillacs and an executive husband that never seemed to see me when I was there.

The summer of my graduation from high school, she hired me to do her yardening… or at least that is what I thought. The job was simple. Every Saturday morning when I reported for work, she gave me instructions then left to do her shopping and other chores. My jobs were trimming, weeding, painting fence and such. She would always return around noon to feed me lunch. The afternoons were then spent mowing. I pushed the Lawnboy to trim along the fence and shrubs. She rode her Snapper.

Although she had a nice body and a pretty face, for her age…. Those two college girls of hers really caught my attention. I tried all sorts of things to get a peek at them. Their cars were parked in the circle drive, out front. Most days, between 9 and 10 o-clock, one of them would come prancing out the front door and walk up to the road to get the mail. Soon after, they went shopping or someplace else with their friends. At any rate, I always managed to do the front yard chores at about that time.

One Saturday morning, three other gorgeous coeds arrived at about 10 o-clock. I was trimming the wisteria when they pulled up. They piled out of their convertible amid giggles and laughter. Each carried a beach bag and wore short shorts and a tank top. I almost trimmed my thumb. They walked right in front of me and went inside through the front door without even looking my way. That got my curiosity and my prick UP!

The next half hour was maddening as I struggled with figuring out what they were up to. I stayed around the front. I set to trimming shrubs and digging dandelions in view of the front door. Were they going down to the country club to go swimming? Would they be leaving soon or would it be afternoon before they re-appeared? I didn’t have much more to do out front and the backyard list wasn’t getting any shorter. Then I heard them.

Their girl talk drifted over from the back yard. When I walked around there, I saw them on the patio. Five college girls in bikinis more than beat my expectations. I had to think fast. Ah, yes, the Weedeater. I hauled the cords out to the sidewalk at the bottom of the patio steps, laid them there and went back for the Weedeater. There was a latticed privacy screen to hide the garden shed and trash toter from the patio. It was perfect for peeking at the girls without being seen. I stepped inside and turned to look. There they were…. pulling out lounge chairs. spreading out towels and setting up the radio. I drank it all in from my seclusion. I never realized how many times girls had to pick their bikinis out of their butts or reach down their bras and make adjustments. But, those were some of the sights I catalogued in my young mind. Then they laid down to tan.

The patio was elevated enough that I couldn’t see them well from my vantage spot any more. So, I folded my hard prick out of the way, grabbed the Weedeater and headed toward the cords. It took some time to spread all the cords so, I caught glimpses of their gorgeous butts as they lay there, face down, on their loungers. They hadn’t paid any attention to me so far and I was a little nervous at the thought of disturbing them. But, the only plug-in was on the patio and they were blocking my path to it. Steeling up my courage and once again adjusting my boner, I stepped up on the top step and cleared my throat. That got their attention immediately. All five looked at once.

Amid their giggling and stares, I don’t remember what escort tuzla I said, but somehow the youngest daughter got my message and plugged the cord in. Her hand touched my finger as she grabbed the end of the cord from me. I tried not to stare as she walked away from me, toward the receptacle. The other girls had already looked away, so I was able to secretly watch her bikini-clad butt. Too short a time elapsed as she walked away, bent over and plugged it in.

Back to work. I started trimming along the sidewalk and worked my way away from the patio. As I did, it became increasingly difficult to see what was going on up there. The grass close to the patio was trimmed immaculately. The further away that I got, the less attention the grass got. Finally, I finished and laid the weed eater down. I needed to trim the front, but I wasn’t about to start that as-long-as the show was out back. I grabbed the pruning shears and started trimming the bushes around the house. The view was fantastic as I worked my way around the circular patio. The girls chatted and paid no attention to me. One especially, caught my attention. She was laying on her back with her leg bent and knee up. I could see a hint of pubic hair peeking out at me. Her top had ridden up and a good deal of one breast was showing below the cup. I spent at least a half-hour on this 10-minute task.

Just as I finished, my boss drove up in front. When I heard the car door close, I knew I was running behind. I asked the girls to unplug the cord. In a frenzy, I drug the Weedeater around front and started trimming. By the time she unloaded her groceries and fixed lunch, I was almost done. She met me at the shed just as I was putting the cords away. My heart leapt, when she told me that lunch was on the patio. I wasn’t sure that I could eat with that many gorgeous girls laying around in bikinis. But alas, I didn’t have to worry. By the time I washed up in the bathroom off the garage, they had already gone back inside. I ate my lunch alone with my thoughts.

After lunch, she came out and we started mowing. I always liked the way she looked. Her busts were full and firm. Her legs toned and tanned. She liked to wear short button-up blouses, which tied above her midriff. She either went braless or wore a thin bra. Tight white tennis shorts completed her outfit. She had a pretty face, but her butt was definitely her best feature. It was clear where the two daughters got theirs from.

We mowed all afternoon. It was hot and humid. I was wet with sweat and so was she. I noticed on one occasion that her nipples were peeking through the sweat soaked material of her bright yellow blouse. The girls had left while I was eating lunch, so it was just her and me. A lot of possibilities ran through my juvenile mind.

When we finished, she paid me and said, “I’ll see you next Saturday.”

I said I would be unavailable for our regular Saturday yardening. It was my older sister’s wedding and the venue was a couple of hours drive upstate. I had been fretting about this conversation for a couple of reasons. There was of course the Job Security issue. But, more immediately, I’d miss my opportunity to “perve” on her daughters. She smiled and said that she understood how important a family wedding was. In the end, we decided on doing the yard on Thursday.

May/December (pt. 2)

Thursday, she was gone when I got there. I set about my job doing the standard trimming and weeding. All the time, I was grousing about how her daughters weren’t there to feed my prurient interests. About 11 o-clock, she returned. A few minutes later a delivery truck brought her new Snapper riding mower. I helped the guy unload it and load the old one. It was bigger and a bit fancier than her old one. He showed her how to start it and do basic maintenance. She got on and started to mow before the guy even left. This mower was wider and mowed a lot faster than her old one. I almost had to run with the push mower to keep trim-mowing ahead of her.

We never broke for lunch. I figured that she was so excited about getting a new mower, she just forgot. So, I just kept working. The pace of work, coupled with only five days since the last yardening, meant that we were finished by 2 o-clock. She shut the mower off outside the garage and went in to get us a drink. Meanwhile I cleaned the grass out from under the mower deck.

As we drank the lemonade, I couldn’t help notice that she was staring at me. I averted my eyes to the yard and remarked how nice the new mower worked. She said, “Yes, it does and so do you.”

I blushed.

She took my empty glass and disappeared inside. I put the mowers and tools away and went inside the mudroom to use the guest bathroom. When I came out of the door, I met her head-on. She asked me if I would mind coming inside to move some furniture. I told her I was too dirty and sweaty to walk across her carpeting. She looked down at my grass covered legs and pointed behind me istanbul escort bayan at the shower. I started to object, because I didn’t have any clothes but remembered that I had a t-shirt and cutoffs in my pickup. I’d have to go raw dog without my underwear but, I told her, “OK.” She nodded and said she would be back down after she also showered.

It didn’t take long and I was dressed and sitting on the patio when she came out. She asked me to come in and help her move a chest. As I followed her to her bedroom, I couldn’t help but notice her butt. It was exceptionally fine in the tight cut-off white denim shorts she had put on. Once there, I grabbed one handle, she grabbed the other. As she bent over, her cleavage showed. She paid no attention. But, I did. Her deeply tanned breasts poured over the top of her low-cut cotton blouse. Her deep cleavage showed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. A hint of her areolas showed above the neckline.

To this point in my life, my real-life experiences with breasts were confined to glimpses of my older sisters A-cup tits and the few times that my prudish ex-girlfriend had let me cop a quick feel at the drive-in theatre or in the dark front seat of my pickup. At 18, going on 19, I believed that I was the oldest virgin on planet Earth!

I was frozen, mesmerized by her ample breasts, when she looked up, smiled and asked me how the wedding went. I stuttered and stammered as I told her it was great.

She then asked me to lift the end of the bed so she could reposition the rug. As I lifted it, she bent over and flashed her breasts at me again. This time, she looked up, stared me straight in my eyes and asked me, “Do you like them?

May/December (pt. 3)

That caught me by surprise. The bed slipped from my hands and dropped the few inches onto the rug. I didn’t know whether to try to deny that I was looking or tell her the truth. She recognized my quandary and answered for me. One restraining button unfastened, a quick tug on the tied shirt tails and her blouse fell open. I was standing there looking at the fully developed breasts of a woman old enough to be my mother and it had me speechless. They were perfect. They didn’t sag. The tan line came just above her areolas. They were huge. Bigger than a silver dollar but smaller than a Coke can. Their dark brown shade contrasted mightily against the milky white globes within her tan lines. They held two nipples that were about the size of my little fingertip and hard as erasers. My cock became a chubby.

She walked over and sat me down on the chest. I watched as she slipped the blouse off and began rubbing her titties with both hands. She then pinched the nipples and locked eyes on me to see what I would do. My hands rose, on their own, to touch them. Her hands uncupped and laid them in my shaking hands. They felt marvelous. So firm, so soft, so smooth and the areolas were textured with numerous bumps and freckles. None of my few, previous sights, or touches could hold a candle to this. My chubby became a woody on an instant!

She stepped closer and I leaned forward. I just had to nurse! My lips went straight for the first nipple. As my lips pulled it in, the primal experience from being a breast-fed baby tool over. The urge to suck closed out awareness of all surroundings. The nipple was absolutely succulent.

It was a good while before I realized there were two of them and one was being unused. So, I repositioned my hands. My needy tongue and lips then moved to the neglected nipple.

I was enthralled with sucking the nipples but the urge to lick the areolas took over. They felt and tasted wonderful as I slathered them both with my tongue. I was salivating like a puppy looking at a Milkbone. Her chest was heaving as her breath deepened. My woody was now solid oak and sawing against the raw teeth of my zipper.

With all the visual, tactile and lust clouded sensations, I almost didn’t notice her bending down…. I just adjusted my position to accommodate her. Then I felt her hand rub my crotch. The first touch felt like a casual brush, but the second time was clearly intentional. She swayed her chest back and forth to direct each breast to my mouth and continued running her hand up and down my blue steel hardened pole through my shorts.

We continued this heavy petting for a few minutes more. Then, she stood up.

I watched in awe as she pulled me to my feet and reached to unbutton my shorts. Without unzipping the fly, she slipped my shorts down. I almost came when the relief from pressure and chewing zipper teeth hit my throbbing dick. I remember thinking, “This can’t be real…. Don’t blink or you’ll wake up.”

She grabbed it with her hand and led me to the bed. When I sat down, she stepped back. Her shorts slipped down her hips in one smooth motion, leaving only her panties to block my view. Her thin yellow panties were almost shear from the wetness in her crotch. I couldn’t move…. My conscious mind was registering its first escort erenköy glimpse of what I would someday learn to call, ‘a perfect cameltoe’!

She aroused me from my stupor when she pushed me back on the bed, bent over and wet the head of my prick with her tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore.and shot off like a rocket.

She wasn’t prepared for it and blinked just in time to keep it out of her eye. But, she recovered quickly. Her head dropped down and she sucked the last couple of pulses down her throat. Her mouth and tongue felt unbelievable. I could feel my still stiff prick throb every time my blood pulsed through it. The view of her lips as they encircled the tip of my prick was a total turn on. The stringy cum dripping off her head was HOTT!

Even so, I was shocked. The circumstances had totally overtaken me. The prior brushes I had with my prudish ex-girlfriend had left me unsatisfied. Her two attempts at blow jobs were more hand jobs than mouth. They were also, quick and delivered in cramped, uncomfortable places. To this point in my life, I preferred masturbation to actual sex.

She raised her eyes and met mine. They weren’t wide eyed in disgust, like my ex-girlfriend’s had been. Rather, they were sort of squinted in, what I have now come to realize as, lusty concentration. The swelling never got a chance to recede.

As she peered at me, it slipped out of her lips. As my eyes met hers, she asked, “Is this your first time?’

I felt my face and neck flush, then stammered out, “YYYeeesss”.

The embarrassment of admission was short lived as she nodded and sultrily whispered, “I’ll teach you.”

Before I could fully process what she said, I felt her hands come up my body in a breaststroke like motion as she reached for my chest. Once there, she started rubbing my nipples. I didn’t even know I liked that, but she did. A little attention there had them so sensitive that they almost hurt.

She continued the lesson by bringing her ample chest up to my still hard dick. She rubbed her nipples back and forth and up and down along it. Because she was looking down at my dick, I couldn’t see what was going on. But, her nipples were so hard, I could feel when they made contact.

Soon, she looked up at me. I watched as her hands left my chest and pushed her ample titties together making a cradle. With that, she stroked my member up and down slowly, making sure I felt every inch of each stroke. As I looked down to watch the tip poke in and out of her cleavage, her head dropped. I felt the tip of it go into her sucking mouth on every down stroke she made and pop out with a sucking sound on every up. The stirring in my loins started again.

She seemed to sense it was coming and raised up. “Not yet”, she said as she wrapped her fingers around the base and squeezed hard. We lay there like that for a few seconds as she watched my eyes to make sure the impulse had passed. When she saw that it had, she let go.

My swimming head thought it heard her say, “Have you ever given a girl a blow job?” I must have been daydreaming. There was no way this prim, proper lady had said anything that nasty to me. Then she repeated, “Have you?”

I muttered “Nnno.”

She said, “Time for your next lesson. Let me teach you how. Just follow along and I’ll tell you what to do.” She crawled up the bed until she was right next to my head. Patting the bed in front of her she said, “Sit right here.”

As I sat up, she rolled over on her back with her head toward the headboard. Her breasts settled on either side of her chest with their hard nipples poking skyward. Her stout brown legs and tan lines framed her silky yellow panties. She had them slightly spread and I was taken aback by the creased mound between them. This was yet another new view for me, So, I stared her up and down for all it was worth.

She started her lesson with. “A lady likes you to start soft and slow. Go harder or faster only when I tell you to. But, first, help me take these off.” She raised her butt off the bed and held the waistband of her panties with her fingertips. I resisted the impulse to rip them off her and tried my best to work them down with care. It was like watching a rising sun. At first there was the hint of sun rays as her little triangle of dark blonde pubic hair started to appear above the receding panty horizon. Next in view was a stretch of pink sky as the soft skin below came into view. Then the sun rose. Slowly it showed its head. A remarkable sight as (what I later learned was) her clitoris peeked out. Thus, followed a revelation of the full heavenly orb as her somewhat darker outer labia and cleft emerged. It was the most glorious sunrise I had ever seen! Even now, I love to get up early and watch the sun rise. It is such an impactful fleeting moment, filled with beauty and anticipation of what is to come.

I worked them off her legs and laid them beside me on the bed. She settled her rear back on the bed and said, “Watch closely.” While her hands moved down and completely covered her crotch, her knees came up. Her legs spread and her hamstrings became taut. She removed one hand and rubbed her inner thighs. “A lady likes it when you start by kissing her here. Then you move up.” She stroked her thighs slowly and purposely, showing me that you start away and end near.

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My wife and I were a relatively typical married couple sans children; eight to five Monday through Friday jobs. Conversely, our sex life was anything but normal. We were quite a naughty couple and loved that we can both fully satisfy one another’s sexual desires. We were both bisexual but neither of us had any significant homosexual relations.

We’d been talking about it for years. We basically had the hots for ourselves. Me, a tall thin “pretty boy” into similar guys and her, a small girl with a cute and adorable look attracted to similar ladies. We’d always point out to the other who we thought was hot in public but never found the right people or moment.

We had recently had a conversation about how they were referred to as fantasies for a reason.

Until the following Friday evening. We were out for dinner at a Japanese restaurant where communal seating was currently a fad meaning small parties of two like us would be seated alongside strangers. We arrived and got seated quickly at the end of a long table across from an elderly couple that was nearly done eating.

As we were waiting for drinks we noticed another couple come in at the hostess stand. We both seemed to see them at the same time and immediately turned to the other with slightly widened eyes and a small grin as we looked back at them.

He was shockingly similar in size to me, had a full beard as opposed to my mustache and wore a nice sports jacket and a white button down shirt and blue jeans.

She was barely taller than my, quite short Korean wife, and had the most precious freckle face along with adorable dimples and wore a light blue sheer sundress with daisies.

They weren’t our doppelgangers like we always fantasized in our stories together but they both bore a striking resemblance to us.

“You should go tell the hostess to seat them with us”, Kira said half-jokingly while she reached under the table and ran her hand up my inner thigh stopping at my crotch to fully grope me.

We looked at each other and I reached down to press her hand further onto my swelling cock.

“You feel that. I think they’re pretty hot too,” I told her before noticing them walking toward us. “Oh wow. And here they come now,” I said, looking at her with eyes widened as I removed her hand and placed it on her thigh, “Here we go.”

We were both on the edge of nervousness and excitement. As they came to sit down we looked up at them both as they were being seated directly across from us where the previous couple was.

“I absolutely love your dress”, Kira said as they sat and asked where it’s from.

“Hi. I’m Michael and the fashionista is Kira”, I laughed, extending my hand to shake the gentleman across from me, “nice to meet you”.

“Jason,” he responded with a grin as the ladies continued talking about clothes, “and this is my wife Caroline.”

We spent the first few minutes fully engaged with one another. The ladies talked about clothes and salad dressings while Jason and I discussed tech gear and fishing. When the subject of music came up, everyone joined the conversation. We all loved music and had extremely similar interests.

After all of the typical getting-to-know-you talk there was a brief awkward silence that Kira broke saying, “Sake shots! You guys down? They have such great sake here.”

Jason raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife Caroline, “What do you say babe?”

“Yeah. I promise I won’t overdo it like last time,” Caroline replied laughing before continuing, “the last time we had sake I drank way too much and made a complete ass of myself and him,” pointing back at Jason.

“It really wasn’t that bad,” Jason laughed as he leaned back in his chair looking at his wife and then back at us before exploding, “for me!” He leaned forward laughing harder before settling down and looking at his wife, “Well look at them both. You brought it up and they’re clearly interested now,” noticing my wife and I both leaned in with curiosity. “You want me to tell them?” he jokingly laughed.

Kira laughed and vaguely supported her new friend saying, “If you wanna tell us. You don’t have to. Right, honey?” she asked me.

Jason looked at me, smiled and gave me a look that said to keep prying, “I mean… She did bring it up herself, right Jason?” I asked him, causing him to laugh and look back at his wife again.

“OK!” Caroline exclaims while putting her hands up, “Here’s the thing.” She put her hands on the table and looked around to see how many people were in earshot of our conversation before leaning in. “My husband,” she says looking at him with a smile to further include him, “and I are both quite sexual.”

Kira and I both look at each other to briefly smile and then return to listening.

“And we like to sometimes fool around in public places,” she said before quickly turning her water up and began slowly drinking, trying to fill an awkward moment.

She put her drink down and made a shrugging motion saying, “So yeah.”

Kira quickly asked with a laugh, “So yeah, what? You can’t stop the story escort bostancı now.”

Caroline laughed and leaned in more toward Kira, but I could hear, as she said in a lower voice, “I got caught.”

I interjected, “Wait, how did you get caught and,” shifted my gaze to Jason and asked, “you didn’t?”

“Oh. It’s her story,” he responded laughing and looking back at her, “Go on.”

“We,” Caroline responded, stressing both of their involvement looking at her husband again, “were goofing around at a restaurant.”

Kira sneaked her hand under the table and was pleased to find my hard erect shaft pressed firmly along my leg. Kira gave me a subtle rub and a squeeze while she looked Caroline in the eyes and asked, “Please, go on.”

I responded physically to her hand on my shaft and leaned forward to try and cover it, but was fairly certain one, if not both, of them noticed.

Caroline poured another round of sake and began to pass them out and said, “We all have to have another to keep going.”

It was only the third shot so no one hesitated. We all lifted our glass, tapped the table and took the shot.

“Ahhh,” Caroline exhaled after putting her glass down on the table and shook her head grinning, “Woo. Ok.”

“So it was a night, not unlike tonight,” she began imitating a movie trailer voice causing us all to burst into laughter.

“Ooh,”my wife said.

“Love it,” I responded, both of us showing interest.

“So… He got me so worked up,” she started as he interjected with a laugh, “Yep, my fault.” She went on, “well anyway, he got me so wet that I was dripping from my seat.”

“Get out of here!” Kira exclaims.

“Hey! Nice job buddy,” I joked as I looked at Jason.

Caroline continued, “It wasn’t that noticeable, but when our server came over next he heard dripping.”

“Oh no!” Kira stated with concern as I and Jason continued smiling.

“Yeah. He looked at our drinks and asked if we ‘had a small spill’ while looking under the table and immediately realizing the source,” Caroline explained.

“He turned so many shades of red!” Jason blurted as his wife laughed alongside, finally revealing some embarrassment herself.

“Oh my God. What did you do?” Kira asked.

“What the fuck could I do?” Caroline replied, “I just looked at him and said, ‘I’m so sorry. We’re ready for our check.'”

“You didn’t!” Kira exclaimed as we all burst out in laughter.

“Now tell them what you did next,” Jason insisted.

Both of us smiling and looking back at Kira, she said, “When the server went to get the check, I maaaay have got up and told my husband I’d meet him in the car.”

“Wait what?” I asked.

“Yup,” Jason laughed.

Caroline tried to defend herself and said, “I was already so embarrassed I figured it’d be easier.”

“Uh huh, leaving me to deal with it,” Jason said, still laughing.

“What did you do?” I asked him.

“Only thing I could think of. Guessed dinner cost about forty-five bucks and pulled out two hundred dollar bills, tucked it in the hand of the server, said thanks and walked right out,” Jason completed the story.

“Needless to say, we haven’t been back to that restaurant since,” Caroline went on.

“Yeah and I really liked that place too!” Jason said, teasing his wife.

“Oh my God. I don’t know what I’d do,” Kira said, realizing she may have implied we also mess around in public.

Caroline wasted no time responding. She leaned back to peer under the table at us and said, “Well I know I saw you two doing something a minute ago.” Then she continued in a naughty tone, “Sooo… Now that you’re caught, what do you do?”

Kira looked at me and I knew what her look meant. I gave her a nod of approval and she responded looking seductively into Caroline’s eyes, “To be honest, this isn’t embarrassing because I was kinda hoping you’d catch me.”

This got Jason’s attention so much he visibly sat up in his seat and began to look at me.

All night we enjoyed conversation and playful banter that eventually leaned more toward a sexual nature. Every time someone made a naughty comment we would all find one another eyeing each other sexually. Sometimes it seemed like it was being hidden while others it was obvious we wanted the other to know.

Eventually, dinner ended and Caroline asked, “so we’re still new to town. What else is there to do around here?”

Kira giggly blurted, “Me!”

A little slurred Caroline responds seductively, “Meow.”

Jason and I are grinning ear to ear watching our wives share a brief moment of what can only be described as eye fucking while having only said one solitary word to one another.

“Well, it looks like we may have just become irrelevant my friend,” I tell Jason.

“I guess you’ll have to find relevancy somewhere else,” Jason said while he lifted his foot out of his shoe and onto my thigh under the table. A quick turn of my head to look down to see how dangerously close to my cock his foot was before I looked escort bayan istanbul up at him with raised eyebrows and displayed a slight grin. He slowly wiggled his foot around until he found my manhood and gave it a rub.

I had instinctually scooted forward to make his reach easier as I remembered my wife’s hand on my cock just earlier. I looked Kira in the eyes and with a very specific tone in my voice said, “Our apartment is only a few blocks away.”

Caroline stands up and takes Kira by the hand as if to ask her to join her and says, “I’ll follow this beautiful butterfly anywhere.”

Kira blushes while also leaning in for more attention and bashfully replies, batting her eyes extra hard, “who me?”

We journey down the street to our apartment continuing to reveal our sexual desires for one another in a more open and honest conversation.

“So do you two beautiful people bring couples home often?” Caroline asked with a sense of debauchery.

Kira quickly, as to assure them both said, “We’ve always been attracted to others but never found willing partners. We certainly never thought we’d randomly meet a couple like this.”

“Same. We tried online but only found weirdos,” Jason scoffed.

“So you’re not at all into my wife?” I asked.

Caroline interjects, “Don’t worry Mike, he’s only interested in you,” then slaps Kira’s ass followed by, “and I only have eyes for this little cutie.”

We arrive at our apartment and get through some brief conversation about the decor over a few beers until a short silence comes upon us and Kira slowly half-whispers, “so Caroline, I have a small confession to make. I don’t like that shirt that much at all actually.”

Caroline sits up on the couch and arches her back in order to further protrude her perky tits against her shirt. As she unbuttons the top button with one finger, she makes a sad face and pretends to be upset stating, “well I guess I should get rid of it if you don’t like it,” finally shifting her voice to be more seductive, “I’m a guest in your home after all”.

“That’s right you are,” Kira quickly says, stopping Caroline from going further. “So you shouldn’t have to do that when I can do it for you.”

At this point Jason and I are half-pretending to be into the wife on wife action in front of us, and while it was hot, we were both caught staring at the other’s very apparent bulge in our pants until eventually I said, “Ok. It’s official, Jason and I are nearly at full mast over here.”

“Well then we need to give you boys the room,” Kira says matter-of-factly while standing and reaching for Caroline’s hand, “would you join me in the bedroom princess?”

Jason was already reaching for his jeans buttons before Kira finished speaking. I stopped him quickly and reiterated my wife’s previous statement to Caroline, “uh-uh, you’re a guest in my home. I’ll handle that for you,” and proceeded to reach over and finish opening his pants by unzipping them while we both watched Kira saunter behind Caroline and slap her ass, releasing a naughty giggle before the bedroom door closed.

As I turned back his cock flopped out as the zipper came down. “Wow, you’ve got a great cock. I thought surely you’d be bigger than I am,” I exclaimed.

“Sorry I’m not a very big guy,” Jason stammers and begins to apologize.

I interjected, “No! I love it. I don’t like huge cocks. I’m actually only a little longer than you; about the same girth, and besides you’ve got a super hot fat mushroom head,” as I wrapped my hand around his shaft feeling his cock pulsating as it got harder by the moment.

“So let’s see what you’ve got for me,” Jason said as he reached over and placed his hand firmly against my already rock hard shaft that was clearly visible against my pants.

As I reached down with my free hand to open my pants I pleaded after he tried to begin stroking my shaft, “Can we tease each other a while first? I want us to draw this out.”

“So long as I can get your warm load,” Jason said with such anticipation, “I love the taste of cum.”

“That’s so incredibly fucking hot,” I said astonishingly, “we’ve got to get rid of these clothes. Now!” We immediately stood up and started tearing our clothes away.

“So how do you wanna start this?” Jason asked, kicking off his pants that were still on one leg on the floor.

“Just do what I do,” as I positioned myself squarely in front of him. I started to slowly stroke the underside of his already hard cock, moving slower as I reached the frenulum and eventually running my finger around the rim of his cock head. He reaches out and teases my cock in a similar fashion. We both quickly shifted our stances in order to spread our legs a little wider for more physical access as well as a better view as we were both transfixed on our cocks. We continued slowly teasing each other for the next ten minutes without speaking a word. Directing one another only by how we touched the other along with occasional sighs and moaning.

“Oh my God that feels so nice man,” Jason escort beykoz eventually exclaims, “I don’t usually have the restraint for this.”

“We’ve hardly even gotten started,” I said seductively. “Just wait,” I said, raising my eyebrows as we both eventually looked up at one another.

Without hesitation, Jason smiled bigger than I’d seen as I shuffled him back to sitting on the couch. My eyes then became locked on his cock as I knelt down and spread his legs wide with both hands on his inner thighs just above his knees. “Oh my god yes,” he says with lustrous desire, “I need that mouth on my cock.”

“Soon enough, but I’m teasing this beast more. It’s so hot watching you squirm. I can’t get enough of your pulsating cock,” I said while slowly running my hands along his inner thighs and gently brushing against his balls a few times.

I then reached behind his knees and pulled him toward the edge of the couch. “I need a little more access to everything,” I said in a semi-demanding voice and then slowly teased all around his scrotum.

“Everything?” he asked. “Yeah,” I responded with a smirk on his face. “Balls,” I said slowly as I moved my head below to slobber my wet tongue from the base of his perineum all the way across his scrotum to the base of his cock.

“Cock.” I laughingly continued while running my saliva-spilling mouth and tongue all over the base of his shaft, moving up to the head, and eventually opening my mouth as wide as I could and softly engulfing nearly all his rock hard cock into my mouth. I left his cock buried in my mouth and slowly swirled my tongue all over until I began to raise up off of his shaft. I took the base with my right hand to keep his fat pulsing mushroom head pressed hard against my tongue. I stuck my tongue out far and raised his cock off my tongue gently and then suddenly, though rather gently, slapped his cock head on my tongue.

“And finally,” I said as I started to move toward his ass he already knew and instinctively leaned back to reach under his thighs so he could raise his feet in the air, “Ass.” I exclaimed while spreading both his ass cheeks wide so I could wiggle and cram the tip of my tongue into his loosening sphincter.

“Oh my fucking god that feels amazing!” Jason says while slightly convulsing. “Don’t you dare bust on me too soon. I need to be able to taste you too.” I continued to eat his ass as I reached around both his legs with each arm. I took his balls in my left hand wrapping around his scrotum to bring both his testicles together and my right hand around the base of his shaft.

“I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold on,” Jason said, “but I’m doing my best to last as long as I can for you. I want to give you an enormous hot load.”

I began to gently stroke the underside of his cock with my right hand along his perineum as I moved my mouth’s focus to his testicles. I crammed both of them into my slobbery warm mouth and ran my tongue across all of his scrotum. Each time a testicle would pop out and I’d pull his shaft down with my other hand and lick from the base to the tip, ending with another slap of his head onto my tongue. I repeated this pattern. Slobber balls. Lick shaft. Slap head on tongue.

“Oh my fucking god. I’m so fucking close man!” Jason says loudly. “You better get ready for me to coat your throat with this hot load,” he said in a more alpha tone. I could tell he was ready to cum. I readjusted my position a bit, “Lean back and let it go,” I said with sincerity.

I took both hands at the base of his cock and began to stroke his shaft with all of mouth. Slow at first.

“Ahhh your mouth feels so good,” Jason whoos.

I begin to increase the stroking speed based on his oohs and ahhs, only slowing down once. He was so primed to blow that when he started to squirm I knew it was time.

I come off his cock with my mouth only long enough to say, “I need you to gimme your hot seed now!”

Jason puts both his hands on the back of my head. “Imma control this thing now,” Jason says in a demanding voice. I said nothing and simply released the control of my muscles to allow him to bob and twist my mouth on his cock however he desired.

He immediately realized his control and began to slowly move my head further than I’d been down his shaft. I gagged a little but nothing crazy. “That’s right. Swallow it,” he said as I took a deep breath to let him know I was willing. His eyes lit up when he saw my inhale and with no hesitation slowly crammed the entirety of himself to the base of his shaft in my mouth.

His cock was just long enough for his head to make it fully into my throat. He continued to bury his cock in my throat before he was close to orgasm.

“I’m about cum!” Jason shouts as he releases my head and I shuffled to receive his load.

Jason’s arms drop to his side as I sit up and start sucking and stroking until he shouts, “I’m cumming! Don’t you miss a drop!”

I grab the base of his shaft and with an open mouth and tongue out I slide his cock head all the way to the back of my tongue. The first load shoots straight to the back of my throat as if it ricocheted off my tongue. The second and third loads were nearly as big as the first and filled my mouth considerably. One last milking of his shaft got another few drops out. “Mmmmm,” we both exclaimed together and laughed at the simultaneous moan.

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On a personal note. I have never had the privilege of being a women’s, a ladies first. When I write about this privilege in my stories. I try to portray how I would have made every effort, to have that very special time and moment be incredible for her, as well as for myself.

Just being gentle, kind, caring and understanding is not enough. This is a once in a life time experience for both. Although, I can only imagine there is not much discomfort for the man. She will be giving her emotions, her deepest self, and her blood so completely to you. Her blood may wash off, but the memory of it should always remain in a man’s mind every time he sees her or thinks about her. That very blood should seal that memory and that connection to her.

I have always tried to be a gentile, careful and an unselfish giving lover. Giving is always better than receiving, it truly is. Feeling that joy and excitement of an incredible first great kiss. The feeling of your lover trembling in sheer delight as you hold her close. What could be better?

I have done many escort ümraniye things in my life. Some would say, I have lived four, five or maybe even six lifetimes in my sixty some years. Those experiences for the most part have been satisfying.

The disappointments with the partners I have involved myself with have been many. Through all of these years, never having found her, more commonly referred to as “the one.” The one that changes everything just by her very presence. She is more than a sunrise and more beautiful in her own way than the setting sun. She is graceful, yet naughty. She is playful, yet always a lady with just a hint of devil in her very soul.

But without exception, my greatest regret in life, is not having met her. Gaze into her eyes, hold her hand, hug her like no one ever has and yes, the privilege of being her first lover.

So what about those who have been the first for so many women? How many women don’t remember their first time fondly? Only to have it turn into regret escort istanbul as the years pass.

If the locker room, Bar and party conversations are any indication of the often crude nature of things. How about those fools recounting “TAKING HER,” bragging about how it only took five minutes. Or the worst I heard once “I RANG HER BELL” it’s time to move on. That was at a Catholic school dance.

Makes you wonder about if they ever gave a moment’s thought about their mothers. Did someone ring his mother’s bell? Are some men or would it be better to call them boys so insensitive, to just not care. Is she just a socket you plug in and when done discard.

It’s a man’s world. Maybe. But for some men, real men how we treat others, the old, the young and yes women, matters. Shouldn’t it to all, not just some.

I understand not all men are this way. There are a fair amount of good guys out there. Many love deeply and protect their women at all cost. Some would lay down their life for hers.

I understand some men escort göztepe might say, what about the mistreatment by a women, I had for my first time. Yes, the first time is for both sexes. Some women make sport of taking men, some younger for their personal pleasure, without regard of the outcome. You might have been his first and all you cared about was your orgasm.

Who cares right? She got what she wanted! I made him into a man. Taking a young man of age and screwing him, does not make him a man. It may set him on a path that is destructive for other women.

Yes, some women to have a less than clean page.

After writing this, maybe it’s not supposed to be what I described at the beginning. Maybe the first time being as close as two people can be, does not matter that much. Maybe the human touch is overrated as a means of communicating at that humans are.

As many have told me at times, you are over thinking this.

This might be for not. Just rambling about a natural event that almost all of us have faced and successfully lived through.

As for me, the thought of being the first, for her, for that one and only. That would have made life so much more special. Really special.

How about you? How many privileged moments are in your memory as the best, or with just a word or a touch it might have been better. It’s worth thinking about.

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Claire thought it was dirty, sinful, disgusting, and felt guilty for having desires she didn’t understand. She was raised in a home where church was a two days a week routine. She never saw her siblings nude, never was told about sex, and she actually didn’t know where babies came from until she was eighteen and in a health class in college. She was not allowed to date, was always made to stay home and not socialize with other kids her age, and she was kept from seeing books with pictures that might give her “ideas”, and she was told the body was dirty and dancing was evil and an act of devil worship.

Claire was told by her parents that sex was sin, that she would go to hell if she even thought about such things, and she believed the devil had put temptations in front of us to induce people to sin. When she was nine and the family walked passed a sign advertising an art museum with a picture of a nude statue, her mother covered her eyes, as if seeing it would harm her.

She grew up guarded, silent, reluctant to speak to people for fear they would tempt her to do evil things. She didn’t have many friends at school because she didn’t trust people. Her parents demanded she be polite, respectful to adults, even if they didn’t seem to deserve it, and that she be a good girl in the ways she was taught to be.

When her body started to change, she had impulses that made her feel ashamed and embarrassed her that she had felt. She had a strong temptation to masturbate, but it made her feel ashamed and full of guilt. She hated the feelings and cried herself to sleep at night many times, hating herself for being wicked and sinful and weak.

Her parents were not happy that she wanted to go to college. They thought she should get married, do her duty and have children, be a good wife. Claire even felt guilty that she wanted to go to school, maybe be a teacher, or a nurse. They reluctantly agreed finally, but they made it clear she needed to resist the devil’s influence and avoid sinful thoughts and deeds. ‘College was the devil’s kingdom,’ they thought.

It was at college she met Emily. Claire did not have the money for a room off campus, so she applied to the dorm and had a roommate named Emily. She was an energetic eighteen year old who had a mind of her own and an opinion about everything.

She was petite, five three, confident, and attractive to just about anyone with a pulse, male or female. She was liberal in every way, a free spirit, and willing to tell people what she believed. When Claire heard she had a roommate, she was disappointed, but after meeting Emily she couldn’t help but like her. Even though she was everything Claire’s parents hated, she couldn’t resist her new roommate’s personality, her enthusiasm.

Emily wanted to know all about Claire, and asked for her life story. Claire had never told anyone about her family, her growing up, and her life in general. She realized as she told Emily the little bit about herself she was comfortable revealing, that her life was pretty sheltered and uneventful and uninteresting. When Emily began to rattle off things about her parents, her experiences growing up, and what she intended to do with her life that Claire’s own was rather dull. Emily’s parents were modern hippies, full of life and open to new ideas, interesting sounding people, supportive of Emily’s interests, and open to new ideas and willing to let their daughter be whoever she was.

They were not particularly religious and let Emily think for herself. She talked about them lovingly and praised them for being caring and supportive parents. They seemed to be everything Claire’s parents were not. She began to think of her parent’s beliefs as stifling and narrow minded, to see herself as shallow. She began to question herself and her ideas about her understanding of the world.

Emily’s enthusiasm for life began to rub off on Claire, and she began to admire her roommate’s love of life and curiosity about the nature of things. Emily was comfortable with herself, her body, her sexuality, and her goals. Things Claire had tried very hard not to allow herself to even think about. Claire didn’t have personal goals, enthusiasm for much of anything, or an idea about what she really wanted out of life, although her interest in teaching seemed to solidify and take shape around Emily.

Perhaps the biggest difference in the two women was their sexuality. Claire felt guilty about her natural urges, those desires that came to her in the night, the urges she had that she could hardly control, the feelings she did not understand and thought they came right from the devil.

Emily, however, had no such doubts. She celebrated her womanhood gleefully, and masturbated with excitement and pride. One day she came into breakfast and said she must have scratched herself.

“You did what?” Claire asked.

“Last night, I must have scratched myself when I masturbated,” she said casually.

“You do that?” Claire asked, amazed not only that Emily would do that, but that she would admit escort pendik it so openly.

“Of course,” she said. “You have to take care of yourself, right? Girl, if you don’t do that, you need to get started. Don’t tell me you haven’t. Really?” she said incredulous.

“Sometimes, but don’t you feel… dirty? Like you shouldn’t? Aren’t you ashamed?” she said.

“Oh, no. My mother taught me when I started to have my period,” she said with a big smile. “Sex is not dirty. It is the most natural thing there is,” Emily said. “You’re not a virgin are you?” she asked her roommate.

“Sure,” Claire said. “It is a sin. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Claire, sex is nothing to be ashamed of. If someone didn’t do it, you wouldn’t be here,” she said.

“But the Bible. It says… “

“Can you show me where it says sex is dirty? Or wrong? Or a sin?” she said. Emily got a Bible from the bookshelf. “See if you can find it in here,” she said, handing the Bible to her roommate. “Keep it. Find it. I don’t think it does. Keep it for awhile. Show me what you find,” she said smiling.

“I was taught that our bodies are sacred, yes, but not indecent. Not vulgar. I masturbate to help me enjoy my fantasies,” Emily said with a smile. “Sex can be fun. It should be. If you believe in God, do you think he would have given it to us if it was a sin to do? Don’t you think he’d want you to enjoy it?”

She went to her bookshelf and took out a book. “Look at this with me,” she said, holding THE JOY OF SEX up to Claire. “This is not a dirty book,” she said, opening it to a random page showing a couple involved in lovemaking. “This helps couples learn to enjoy sex. But you don’t have to be married to enjoy sex.”

“Have you ever… enjoyed it?” Claire asked.

“Oh, girl. We really have to talk,” Emily said, taking the book and sitting Claire down on the sofa. “Have you ever looked at yourself to learn about your own vagina?” she asked. She turned to a picture of the female genitalia.

“No,” said Claire, as if she been asked if she shoplifted a candy bar.

“Well, honey, we are going to go to sex school.” She got up and went into the bathroom, returning with a small mirror. “Take your panties off. I want to show you who you are.”

Reluctantly, although more interested than she ever thought she’d be, she stood and slipped her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. “Now sit on the edge and open your knees, take this mirror and hold it here,” she said showing her where to put the mirror.

“You see those puffy lips? Those are your labia,” she said.

“Actually, your labia major. The smaller part of them are the labia minor. That little pink bud is your clitoris. That is a most important part of your vulva. It is what you stimulate to give you sexual pleasure. You need to learn how to make that please you,” Emily said with a smile.

“I will show you what to do if you want me to,” she said.

“Would you like me to show you?”

Claire nodded. “Okay. We’ll come back to that. This is your vagina,” she said pointing to her opening with a pencil. You can put things in here that will give you pleasure and I’ll show you some of those later. They are called dildos and vibrators, and you can masturbate with them. I use mine just about everyday, at night, before I sleep.”

She smiled and asked Claire how she was doing. “Okay,” she said. “A little embarrassed, but okay.”

“Okay,” she said. “Right about here,” pointing at the top of Claire’s vagina, “is where you urinate from. Pee,” she said smiling.

“Number one?” Claire said.

“Right,” Emily said smiling. “Would you like to see my toys?” she asked.

Without saying anything, Claire nodded.

“Okay. Wait here,” she said getting up and going into her bedroom. She returned shortly with a leather bag. “These are my boys,” she said with a chuckle. She unzipped the bag and took out four items. She held one up. It was shaped like a banana and curved just slightly. It was smooth and had a nob on one end that could be twisted left or right. It was labeled ‘on’ and ‘off.’ She twisted the bottom to the right and then handed it to Claire. It vibrated in her hand and she smiled as she held it in front of her.

“This is my favorite. I call him Andre. Andre is faithful and comes with batteries,” she said. “It is important you keep him washed and sterile.” She took a tube from her bag. “This is lubricant to help him slide in and out. It is called Astroglide,” she said. “Vaseline will work, but this is better. There are brands that come scented and even heated. You will find which you like best,” she said.

“I’ll take you shopping and you can choose your favorites,” she said with a grin. “These are Ben Wa Balls,” she said handing Claire a string of beads. “You can keep them in as you work or study,” she said with a smile.

Claire looked over the items with interest. She picked up a large rubber penis. “I call him Big Ben,” Emily said with a chuckle. “I have istanbul escort grown fond of him, too,” she added smiling.

“Would you, ah, show me how to use these?” Claire asked.

“We’ll get you some of your own,” Emily said. “You don’t want to use other people’s toys. It is not hygienic,” she said.

Two days later Emily took Claire to the sex shop on Wilshire to purchase her some sex toys. Claire was nervous about going in, but she was also excited for the experience. Emily had convinced her that her parents were wrong, that sex was not evil and it was not the devil’s conspiracy.

She had read the book THE JOY OF SEX, as well as two online articles about female sexuality and religion. Emily had also given her brochures on groups that held forums having to do with the benefits of masturbation and women pleasuring themselves.

After classes had finished for the day and the two women sat down to eat, Claire said, “One of the articles you gave me was on bisexuality. Have you, I mean, well, if it’s too personal, but have you ever been with…”

“Another woman? Well, of course, honey. Women know what women like,” Emily said with a wide smile. “Before we suggest that, we need to get you comfortable with your vagina,” she added. “Have you been doing your homework?”

Claire smiled, flushed, and nodded. “Well, good,” Emily said. “Too fast is not good,” she said. “You have come a long way. No pun intended. We will have you sexually well-adjusted in no time,” she said. “I am proud of you, girl. With the start you had, you’ve done miraculously well. To get you masturbating is incredible. I feel like I have built an airplane out of bamboo, glue, and canvas. You know what I mean?”

Claire smiled, shyly, and nodded. “But you still are a virgin. We have to fix that, right?” Again, Claire nodded.

“I have some likely candidates I would like to introduce you to,” Emily said. “You can have dinner with each. They will pay. You can see if you connect with any of them. If not, we’ll try some more,” she said.

“Why are you helping me?” Claire asked.

“You’re my project. Everyone needs a hobby. You’re mine,” she said with a grin.

The first dinner date for Claire was with Garrett. He was out of school, working for the city in engineering. He was, as Emily had said, very charming with an easy humor and “nice eyes.” Claire liked him and chatted comfortably all evening. It was pretty much agreed that nothing would happen on the first date. She would spend a night with the three men at dinner, and they each knew and agreed they were being looked at.

Her second date was with Andrew, who was a senior at UCLA. He was a basketball player and was tall and broad shouldered. He had surfer blond hair and an infectious laugh. Besides playing basketball his interests were surfing and marine biology. Andrew was very polite and wanted to know all about her. She felt very comfortable with him and could see herself becoming amorous with him quite easily.

Her last date with the three candidates Emily had picked was with Jason. He was a writer for an outdoor magazine and had the studious look of an accountant, with sexy aviator glasses and a winning smile.

“Can I take them all?” Claire said.

“Sure,” Emily said, “just not all at once. That would too much of a shock to your sexual system. We have to bring you along slowly,” she said, “like a runner. Too fast could burn you out.”

“I think I will go with Jason,” she said. “At least first.”

“You are liking this,” Emily said. “You could become a sex worker. You haven’t even had an orgasm you didn’t cause, and you’re already thinking of a threesome. Way to go, girl.”

They looked at one another and smiled, Claire because she never thought she’d ever get to that place in her life, and Emily because she never thought Claire would ever get where she almost was and it pleased her. Emily’s roommate had gone from a woman without sexual experience or interest to one who was about to get some firsthand and it amazed them both.

Jason came to the dorm at six. Claire was ready, she had been ready for two hours, and it was the first date she had ever been on. They planned to have dinner, go dancing, and, well, whatever. She liked Jason, felt she might be able to do the things that deep down she truly wanted to do.

She had even learned to masturbate. More importantly, she’d learned not to regret those urges, to not feel guilty about doing it or wanting to. She had learned about her own body, her vagina and her breasts, had looked at and memorized her parts, and she had made decisions about what she would let herself do with Jason, or someone else with those parts. She now felt like a woman, and she was no longer ashamed of being one.

When she left with Jason it was clear they were both nervous, but he had promised Emily he would go slow. Let things move along naturally and not push. If Claire felt comfortable with the situation, he would let it progress, but if she didn’t feel right escort kurtköy he would stop things and take her home.

At the restaurant she began to relax and by dessert she seemed comfortable and at ease. He got her to tell him about her life, telling about the way she was brought up, her religious background and that she had never been on a real date before.

“I have been a sheltered daughter,” she said. “You are out with a pretty dull person,” she said, “but I am trying.”

“You are doing fine,” he said. “The secret is to have a good time and not do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing.”

“Emily has helped me see who I am,” she said, “but that’s what she has told me. To see what feels okay and enjoy it if it feels right.”

When they finished dessert, they left the restaurant and went to a dance club a few blocks away. Claire didn’t know much about dancing, but Emily had given her a few lessons on how to waltz and do a few simple steps. She and Jason sat for awhile and watched the other couples, then finally she stood and held out her hand.

He took it, led her to the dance floor, and they began to dance slowly. It was terribly erotic for her to dance with a man for the first time in her life. To have his body up tight against hers was a tremendously exciting experience. She began to get wet during their first dance and she remained that way for the entire evening. Most of their dances were slow and romantic, as those were the easiest for her to do, but they were the hardest for her to control herself.

By the time their dancing at the club had gone on for a little over an hour, she was ready to jump on him and force him deep inside her. At ten she asked him to take her somewhere quiet.

“You’re sure?” he asked, holding her tight.

“Oh, god, yes,” she said. “I am way passed sure.”

They left the club and he asked her where she wanted to go. “To your bedroom,” she said, barely able to control herself.

When they arrived at his apartment, her heart rate was at an all time high. He unlocked the door, ushered her inside, then after closing the door her took her into his arms and kissed her, long and passionate, and erotic. She did as Emily had told her and stood, waiting for him to undress her. She held her arms out to the sides and let him take off her blouse. She then lifted her arms and let a man see her breasts for the first time in her life.

He unsnapped her skirt and slid it down her legs, then put his thumbs under her panties and lowered them over her hips. She kicked them off, then as Emily had told her she moved toward the bed and stretched out on her back, letting him take his place between her legs.

She felt his erection against her puffy lips, and she sighed as he pushed her swollen petals apart and slid into her. “Oh, yes,” she said with a moan. He began pushing in and out, moving in before pulling out with steady movements that she was loving. “Why haven’t I done this before?” she whispered in the dark.

“Anytime you feel you want it, I will be available,” he said.

“Promise?” she said.

They continued without stopping until she had her first orgasm that she hadn’t brought on herself. Emily had help her achieve them on her own, but it was the first with another person not seated next to her. She loved the feeling of sex, and regretted letting her parents control her life so and could not believe how much she had condemned sex as she was growing up.

She and Jason continued to have sex for nearly an hour, occasionally slowing and catching their breath, then starting again and picking up the pace until they both had another orgasm and then rested.

“You are incredible,” he said. “For being new at this, you are unbelievable.” He held her tight, then kissed her tenderly. “I don’t know if you’ll ever want to do this again with me, but I truly hope so. You are an amazing person, and I am so glad to have me help you.”

Claire had done what she set out to do, what Emily encouraged her to do, and after Jason let her off that night she knew it was the right thing. She had learned about sex, about herself, and about life in general. She had gone from an overprotected and unsophisticated woman to one who understood herself and appreciated sex and sexuality.

Without Emily’s help she never would have managed it, but the two of them got her on track and to a life she could control and appreciate and feel awesome about. She discovered sex was not “dirty” and could be enjoyed without guilt or shame.

She began seeing Jason on a regular basis and they had sex at least a couple of times a week. Eventually she moved in with him and there has been talk of making it permanent. Emily has been a frequent dinner guest and her personal interest in Claire is apparent.

“You have done well,” she told her one night as they were preparing dinner.

“I owe it all to you,” Claire said. “If you hadn’t been my roommate, I never would have found myself, learned what I did, and acted on any of it,” she said.

“I’ll take all the credit I can get,” she said, “but you are a confident, intelligent woman who has a wonderful life ahead of you. I am just so happy to see you doing so well, and I am thrilled to have had something to do with that. Jason seems to be happy about it too,” she said. He truly was, for the rest of her life.

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Author’s Note

If you’re looking for a story with monster cocks and big breasted women with plump asses, then you might want to skip this one. This is basically the tale of two “losers” who come together. The woman is decidedly average in looks. She’s short and skinny with smaller tits and a flat ass, and her lover is scrawny with what might charitably be described as an average sized cock.

Originally, I intended to tell this story in one chapter, but it quickly grew longer than I anticipated, so it will be split out into at least one additional chapter that should appear sometime in the (relatively speaking) near future.

Comments and constructive feedback are always appreciated.

*****

Bully’s Mom: Part 1

“You’re such a dumb bitch. No wonder dad left you. You’re always against me, always taking the other side. I’m tired of putting up with your crap.”

Sandy sighed helplessly as her son, Brad, stormed off and slammed his bedroom door closed behind him. She was standing near tears in the hallway, holding the official warning letter sent home from school informing that her son was assigned detention for a week as punishment for bullying another student.

His insults cut deep, like a knife tearing into old wounds. It frustrated her to no end that Brad seemingly inherited all his deadbeat father’s worst traits. It killed her that her own flesh and blood, her son, served as a constant reminder of the biggest mistake in her life, namely, her failed relationship with his father, Parker.

Brad was ignorant, self-centered, and ill tempered, just like Parker had been throughout their turbulent three-year affair. And those character traits only fueled his worst behaviors, including his belittling abuse that always placed the blame with others for his misfortune.

Parker was good looking in high school, and Sandy was blinded by his chiseled features when she began dating him shortly after graduation. Her parents and friends had all warned her that he was bad news, but she was convinced that he was misunderstood and a good man at his core. She knew he was a little rough around the edges, but she was convinced she could soften his tough guy persona.

They moved in together, and Sandy became pregnant shortly after, but she quickly realized that changing Parker was an exercise in futility. She wistfully recalled her mother’s constant warning, ‘Men marry a woman hoping she’ll never change. But women marry men hoping that he will.’

After three years, Parker had cheated on her repeatedly and left her penniless with a toddler to raise on her own while he skipped town and moved in with a blonde skank. Ashamed, she moved back in with her parents, who helped raise Brad while Sandy worked full time and put herself through college part time, determined to make a better life for herself and her son. She eventually earned her degree and forged a career path that enabled her to move out of her parent’s house and buy a small three-bedroom bungalow on her own, where she and Brad still lived to this day.

The house was modest, but it represented independence and success to Sandy. Frustratingly, Parker inherited his father’s thriving business when his parents passed away at a relatively young age. The business largely ran itself, and he just collected the profits. After a short while, he moved into a gated community and began living a much more luxurious life. Even though he flaunted his wealth, Sandy refused to pursue any child support from Parker, and he gladly refused to offer any.

Parker was content to be a deadbeat dad, but nevertheless, Brad seemingly found no fault with his father. He held him up on a pedestal, admiring his large estate, European cars, and endless string of beautiful girlfriends. Brad blamed his mother for their relatively poor living conditions compared to his father, even though his father refused to lift a finger to help him.

It frustrated Sandy to no end that she provided shelter and made sure that Brad was fed, but her ex only invited Brad to come over for the occasional meal, not even giving him a room on his estate or letting him stay overnight. Nevertheless, he poisoned Brad’s view of her mother, constantly pointing his litany of complaints against her, even though she refused to ever utter a bad word to their son against him.

As Brad got older, he even physically grew similar to his father. Whereas Sandy was barely five foot tall and a hundred pounds, Brad stood 6’2″ and a stout 200 pounds. She tried to love him, but Sandy resented the fact that her own son served as a constant reminder of her own poor judgement 18 years ago.

Now 37 years old, she wondered how her life had ended up like this. She sat down at the kitchen table as she reread the letter from school for the hundredth time. She knew the kid he had bullied. His name was Fletcher, and he lived two blocks away. Brad had constantly berated and bullied the poor boy ever since the first year of middle school when they bought their home and moved into the neighborhood.

It sickened her escort kadiköy knowing that her son bullied the poor kid. Fletcher was smaller, maybe 5’4″ with slumped shoulders and a scrawny frame that made him a physically easy target for a hefty boy like Brad. By all indications, Fletcher was a quiet but polite young man who didn’t deserve the constant barrage of insults and physically rough treatment that Brad subjected him to.

Sandy felt a certain guilt and responsibility for Fletcher’s pain. She felt helpless to stop the abuse. Heck, she couldn’t even get Brad to treat herself with a modicum of decency, so what hope did she have to convince him to treat anyone else with respect? Getting Brad to apologize for his behavior was a lost cause, but perhaps she could at least express her remorse and sympathy for her son’s actions.

Guilt stricken, she decided her best recourse was to pay Fletcher a visit and offer a heartfelt apology for her son’s misdeeds.

*****

15 minutes later, she was standing at the front door to Fletcher’s house. She walked the two blocks, trying to figure out the words she would say to him, but her mind was a jumbled mess. Sighing, she looked up to the heavens, praying for divine intervention to deliver the words to her tongue as she pressed the doorbell.

After ten seconds with no response, she was about to turn away and leave when the door swung open, but instead of Fletcher, she was confronted by the sight of an older short-haired blonde woman she assumed was Fletcher’s mother.

“Who the hell are you?” she ranted.

“I – I’m Sandy. I live a few blocks over, but I think my son, Brad, bullied your son.”

The blonde-haired woman was indignant. “Lot of nerve you’ve got showing your face around here.”

“I’m sorry for my son’s behavior,” she tried to apologize.

“Wonder where he gets it from? You must be a rightful bitch yourself,” she scolded her. The blonde-haired woman looked about 5’7″ and 140 pounds as she stood barefoot in the doorway, but the door was three steps above ground level where Sandy timidly stood, and the blonde-haired women might as well have been ten feet tall with the way she seemingly towered over Sandy’s cowering body.

Sandy was clearly flustered, and she felt herself shrinking before Fletcher’s mother. “I’m sorry. I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’m trying to make amends, or at least extend apologies for my son’s awful behavior.”

“Well, then maybe you should’ve raised him right,” the woman berated her. “I hardly blame him. I’m sure he’s just a product of his environment. Besides, my boy needs to learn to be a man and stand up for himself. He just lets that miscreant of yours push him around. He needs to grow a pair, but instead I’m left dealing with a sniveling mess of a kid who’s failing some of his classes because he can’t seem to focus on his studies.”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea,” Sandy replied, crestfallen.

“Of course not. If he doesn’t get an ‘A’ on his final exam for business, he might fail the semester. And if he fails that, he’s in danger of not graduating. And then what? Then he’s stuck living at home forever living off my meager paycheck. Thanks a lot.”

Sandy’s heart faltered, but then an idea came to her. “I have a degree in business. Please, I want to help. What if I tutored him? Maybe I could help him pass his business class and graduate?” she offered.

Fletcher’s mother eyed her suspiciously. “I ain’t got no money. I can’t pay you. What’s in it for you?”

“Nothing, I just want to make it right,” Sandy insisted. “I know my son mistreated Fletcher. Please, it’s the least I could do.” Sandy forced a smile, hoping to break through the blonde-haired woman’s hard exterior.

She eyed Sandy with a steely gaze. “Fine. The name’s Lisanne. You can come back here the same time tomorrow and begin tutoring him. I’ll tell Fletcher so he knows to expect you, but you’d better not be lying, or I swear to God, you’ll regret it.”

Before Sandy could react, Lisanne slammed the door in her face, leaving her shell shocked and wondering if she wouldn’t end up regretting her gesture of goodwill.

*****

“Where the fuck is dinner?”

Sandy had just walked back in the house when Brad’s voice thundered from the kitchen.

“What kind of mother are you?” he complained.

“There’s some spaghetti in the fridge,” she groaned, mentally exhausted after her confrontation with Lisanne and unwilling to confront her combative son.

“I’ve had that the past two nights. I’m tired of leftovers,” he fumed. He proceeded to grab her purse off the counter and pulled out her wallet. “I’m going to get some take out,” he decided as he pulled out a twenty dollar bill and tossed the wallet back in her purse. Then he promptly turned around and walked out the front door.

Lisanne seethed inside as she balled up her fists and screamed out her frustration. She felt helpless and hated herself for not standing up to him. She hated that she let him walk all over her. She hated escort bayan that she felt like a failure as a mother. She hated how her son bulled her and others. She hated how Brad’s father had a bigger house and more money when she worked twice as hard. She hated how her son reminded her so much of his father and all his worst traits. She hated the fact that she hated her own flesh and blood, her own son.

*****

Sandy laid awake in bed that night. She was desperate to make amends for her son’s transgressions, but Lisanne had been so confrontational, Sandy worried that she was making a mistake in tutoring Fletcher. Still, guilt over her son’s actions ate away at her, and she needed to at least attempt to make it right.

Sandy’s frustrations were boiling over. As much as Brad caused her consternation, she hated herself even more. She hated that she was always a pushover, never standing up to her son and just letting him carry on with his impudent behavior.

She felt sympathy for Fletcher, although she knew next to nothing about him except that he looked shy and unassuming. She had seen him around the neighborhood, but she had never spoken to him.

Brad always referred to him as a dweeb and a loser, but she knew her son’s judgement of others was suspect. After all, he was convinced that his own mother was a failure, although some days she felt that way. Sandy closed her eyes and tried to sleep. After all, tomorrow was a new day, and maybe she could take the first step in making things right.

*****

Sandy stood before the door to Lisanne’s house. She rang the doorbell and then patiently waited at the bottom of the steps. The curtains on the front window rustled as someone peeked out, and then seconds later, the door creaked open. A small scraggy boy appeared in the doorway. He had a mess of brown hair on top and penetrating dark eyes.

“You’re Brad’s mom?” he asked cautiously.

“Yes. I’m Sandy,” she responded. “Your mother said you could use some help in your business class. I could try to tutor you, if you’d like?”

The boy pushed the screen door open and then stepped back. “Come on inside,” he waved.

Sandy grabbed the screen door and held it open as she climbed the three concrete steps and entered the home.

Inside was dark. The carpet was worn and dated. The décor was haphazard and tacky.

“Sorry, we don’t normally get visitors, so the house is a mess,” he explained.

The counters and tabletops were filled with trinkets, unopened mail, and random objects never properly stored away.

He led her to a kitchen table and offered her a seat. “Let me grab my books. We can work here, if that’s alright.”

“That’ll be fine. I’ll wait for you right here,” Sandy replied.

Fletcher disappeared down a hallway while Sandy studied the room. The kitchen linoleum tile was coming up at the edges, and the laminate countertop was marred, and the top layer was coming apart in places. Dirty dishes were piled up in the sink.

“Where’s your mother?” Sandy asked as Fletcher returned.

“Oh, she works second shift. But she also works the weekends, so her days off are in the middle of the week. That’s why she was home yesterday, but she’s back to work today.”

“I see.”

“Do you actually know this stuff?” Fletcher asked as he opened his textbook.

Sandy flipped through the pages in the book, scanning the text, and her anxiety diminished as she found an easy familiarity with the material.

“Yes, my degree is in business, so this is in my wheelhouse,” she answered confidently.

She began carefully going over the material with Fletcher. He initially got terms confused and didn’t understand the relationships between different variables, but Sandy patiently explained each detail point by point and broke down the concepts into simple terms. After a while, she saw the light going off in his head as the material slowly began to make sense and he began to piece it all together. Her poise grew as Fletcher’s eyes lit up with each new detail he internalized. He was an eager pupil, and she was grateful for his willingness.

“That’s the first time any of this made any sense to me,” Fletcher marveled after they turned past the last page on the lesson.

“it’s easy when you’ve got a motivated student. It’s actually a pleasure teaching someone who actually listens. Brad never – ” but Sandy stopped as Fletcher’s face darkened at the mention of her son’s name.

“I’m sorry. I guess it’s the elephant in the room, as they say,” she apologized.

Fletcher turned to face her, but his face went blank as he swallowed the pain. “It’s nothing,” he said, as he brushed aside her concern.

“I’m sorry my son’s a horrible person,” she declared, to Fletcher’s shock. “I know he bullies you, and it’s not fair. I know how it feels. He does the same to me.”

“Really?” Fletcher reacted with incredulity. “But you’re nis mother.”

Sandy sighed. “I know, right? That’s why I feel guilty over how he treats you, I wanted to do anything I could to atone escort ataşehir for his sins. That’s why I offered to tutor you. But I didn’t raise Brad to be that way. He’s too much like his father. He doesn’t listen, and he doesn’t care about anything I say. Everything is always my fault, and nothing I do is ever good enough for him.”

“My mother treats me the same way,” Fletcher forlornly admitted.

“She can come across a little harsh,” Sandy responded as she recalled Lisanne’s abrasive greeting when she answered the door yesterday, “but I’m sure she cares deeply and only wants the best for you.”

“You don’t know her like I do,” Fletcher insisted. “Nothing I do is ever good enough. Ever since I turned 18, she’s been threatening to kick me out of the house. She says I’m a man now, and I should be bigger and stronger, so I can take care of her to pay her back for her taking care of me my whole life.”

“You’re a smart kid,” Sandy observed. “You’ve got a lot of potential. You learned this material so quickly today. I don’t understand why you’re in danger of not graduating high school.”

Fletcher just shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. School doesn’t always come easy to me. I used to ask my mom for help when I was younger, but she’d just yell at me to study harder. I tried, but it didn’t help.”

“There’s an old saying about the definition of insanity, about how you can’t just keep doing the same thing and expect different results,” Sandy mused.

“Yeah, it’s like I was banging my head against a wall,” he agreed. “So, I just give up easily if I don’t understand the material. It’s like, what’s the point?”

“I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all that. You’re a good kid. I’m happy to tutor you if it’d help with any of your classes. Finals are next week, right?” she asked, remembering that Brad was taking his finals that week.

Fletcher nodded his head in understanding. “This has actually been fun. I never thought I’d call studying fun, but you’re a pretty cool woman. And yes, finals are next week. I think I could still use more help. I need to make sure I do well on this test to pass the class and graduate, so maybe we can study tomorrow night again?”

“Tomorrow is Friday night,” Sandy gently reminded him.

Fletcher looked embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you already have other plans.”

“No, it’s not that. I don’t – have any plans. I just thought…. most kids are looking to take a break from school on the weekend.”

Fletcher’s face went from hopeful to downcast.

“But if you’d like, I’d love to do this again,” Sandy offered.

Fletcher’s face beamed, and he practically leaped across the table and gave her a hug. Sandy was startled by his sudden movement, but she relaxed as he kept a tight grip on her.

The hug lingered, but it seemingly came from such a pure and innocent place that she wrapped her arms around Fletcher and squeezed back before they broke the embrace. Then she picked up her purse and got up from her seat.

Fletcher showed her to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow night,” he said hopefully.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she smiled back.

*****

Sandy still had a smile on her face when she walked in the front door to her house, pleased that she made a positive impact on someone’s life.

“Where’ve you been?” Brad scowled at her, and Sandy’s face immediately turned to a frown.

She panicked, knowing how her son would react if he knew she’d spent the past few hours with Fletcher.

“Nowhere. I just had to run some errands,” she fibbed.

“It doesn’t look like you bought anything?” Brad replied with suspicion.

“I was dropping off some Amazon returns,” she replied, speaking the first thought that came to her mind.

Brad looked disinterested and didn’t press the matter. “Well anyway, you left me to starve here. I had to go over to dad’s to get some dinner,” he complained.

“You went to your father’s house,” Sandy realized, her ego bruised. “There’s frozen pizza you could’ve made. Or you could’ve made a sandwich. The spaghetti is still in the fridge. There’s food.”

Brad just ignored her rebuttal. “Dad’s got a new girlfriend,” he declared with a toothy grin. “She’s a hottie.”

“He’s always got a new girlfriend,” Sandy complained in exasperation. She tried not to speak ill of her ex, even though he didn’t usually afford her the same courtesy, although her frustration was boiling over.

“Sounds like you’re jealous,” Brad needled her. “Dad said you were always jealous of other women.”

“I’m not jealous,” she reacted defensively.

“It’s okay. You never dated again after dad.”

“That’s because I was busy being a mother,” she shot back. She held her tongue and refrained from pointing out that her ex never took the time to be anything more than a sperm donor.

“You just tell yourself that,” he responded dismissively. “But what man would want you? What do you have to offer? I don’t even know what dad ever saw in you.”

Sandy was near tears as she choked up while he berated her.

“I don’t blame dad for leaving you,” he continued. “You’re always complaining. You dress like a fucking grandma. Your hair is plain; your face is plain. You don’t have any curves. You’ve got small tits. What are you? Barely a B cup? What do you have to offer that any man would want. What man would want you?”

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