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2008 de yeni bir yerde başlamıştım çalışmaya, benim karşı odamda çalışan bir kadın vardı 30 lu yaşlarda. Ben yeni iş yerimde hovardalık yapmamak için pek bakmıyordum kimseye. bir kaç gün sonra elinde çayla geldi sevgi. eşim öleli cok oldu ben insanlarla samimi olurum ama sen yanlış anlama dedi. bana çay ikram etti. önce bir süzdüm gayet alımlı benim sevdiğim gibi iri kalçalı ve iri göğüslüydü. bende açıldım kendisine bak , benim adım çıkmış 90 a inmez seksene . benle çok fazla muhatap olma madem dulsun, adın çıkar dedim.
zaman zaman bana çay getiriyordu , sohbet ederek zaman geçiriyorduk, bir gün msn adresime çocuğunun adresini de eklememi istedi, çocuğunun sıkıldığını söyledi. bende tamam dedim ve ekledim. bir kaç gün sonra ölen kocasının mevlidini yapacağını benimde gelmemi istedi, bana evini tarif etti. mevlüde gittim ama çok fazla kalmadım. ertesi gün akşam yazışmaya başladık, ben Camfrogda bir hatunla sanal seks yapıyordum, bir taraftanda ona yaszıyordum. cf de yazdığım hatuna; O AMCIĞINI YALAMAK İSTİYORUM diye yazdım ama ileti msn den gitti. ya kusura bakma başka birine yazıyordum sana eldi dedim. önemli değil dedi bir saat kadar sohbet ettikten sonra bana; Ben bira içiyorum , gel beraber içelim dedi. saat:01.00 sıralarıydı. o zaman anladım ki BANA VERECEK . hemen teklifi kabul ettim.
evi bana yürüme 30 dakka mesafedeydi. yürüyerek gittim telefonla sokağa geldiğimi söyleyince bana sana anahtarı atacağım dedi ve bir havluya sardığı anahtarı 3. kattan aşağı attı. havluya sarılı olduğu için anahtar sesyapmadı sokakta . anladım ki daha önce eve adam çok almış . evine girdim yer fıstığı ve bira vardı. birlikte içmeye başladık. kıçında donu vardı , don götüne öyle yapışmıştı ki içimden ; O GÖTÜ Bİ YALASAM DA SİKSEM diye geçirdim. birer bardak bira içtik , o ben mutfaktan bişeyler daha alayım dedi ve mutfağa gitti. bende arkasından gittim. buzdolabinın kapısını açmış eğilmiş bişeyler yapıyorduku kazık gibi sikimi arkadan götünün arasına yaslayarak. elerimle iri göğüslerini avuçladım ve aniden geri döndü. döner dönmez dudakalarına yapıştım. dudaklarını adeta kemiriyordum. bir taraftan inliyor bi taraftan kazık gibi sikimi avuçluyordu. elimi donun üstünden amına attığımda ıslanmış olduğunu farkettim.
Amı adeta yanıyordu, elimi donuna attığımda kılları topur olmuş içi sulu bir am avuçlarımdaydı. ben buna dayanamam dedim ve onu mutfak tezgahına yaslayarak eğilim amının suyunu yalamaya başladım. ben yaladıkça başımı bastırıyordu amcığına , oracıkta domalttım önce sikimi ağzına verip yalamasını ve emmesini sağladıktan sonra arkadan amcığına bastım. amını sikerken arkadan o güzel götünü okşuyordum. simsiyah kılların arasından pembe amının dudaklaını gördüm. ne tatlı duruyorlardı. sikimi amdan çıkarıp dudaklarımı dayadım o kıllı ama, dilimi amcığın içine sokup çıkararak dilemle siktim biraz. göt deliği dikkatimi çekti, büzülüp açılıyordu, dilimi göt deliğine soktuğumda inlemesi ile boşalması bir oldu. bir taraftan da ağlıyordu, neden ağladığını sordum bana; 8 senedir sikilmedim zevkten ağlıyorum dedi.
elinden tuttum ve onu bira içtiğimiz odaya götürdüm. kanepeyi açtırdım , sırt üstü uzandım ve bal kutunu ağzıma ver sikimi yala diye emrettim. dediğimi yaptı, ben iki elimle göt yanaklarını açarak amının tüylerini dişlerimin arasında çekiştirmeye , götünün deliğini yalamaya başladım. götüne attığım her dil darbesinde büzülüp açılıyordu. amı kasıla kasıla sulanıyordu. SENİ NASIL SİKMEMİ İSTERSİN diye sordum . kucağına oturmak istiyorum dedi. şimdi yüzyüzeydik. alttan amına pompalarken , üstten dudaklarımız birbirini yiyordu. ellerimi kalçalarına atmış okşuyordum. o kıllı am öyle coşmuştu ki am suyundan kanepe ıslanmıştı.
Kucağımdan indirmeden kanepeye yatırdım. şimdi dizlerini geri çekmiş, amını pompalatıyordu. sokup çıkardıkça inliyor, bağırtısı odayı inletiyordu. sesini kimse duymasın diye dudaklarına yumulduğumda ise dudaklarımı ısırıp parçalıyordu. canımın acısından aldığım zevki unutuyordum.
Bu böyle olmayacak domal dedim ve onu kanepede domalttım. eğilip am suyunu ve götünü yaladıktan sonra sikimi amına geçirdim. orta parmağımı da göt deliğine, amına sikimi sokup , götünden parmağımı çekiyor. götüne parmağımı sokup amından sikimi çekiyordum. yastığa kapanmış , bir taraftan ağlıyor bir taraftan inliyordu. çok geçmeden boşaldı. sıra bendeydeydi. yere yattım sırt üstü , götünü bana dönerek sikime oturdu. kalçalarını yukarı aşağı indirip kaldırırken bende alttan pompalamaya devam ettim ve bir volkan gibi patladım. kucağımdan itekleyerek kaldırdım. sikimin başını tutarak lavaboya gittim, tuvalete boşaldım. geri geldiğimde kanepede sırt üstü uzanmış sigara içiyordu. yanına uzandığımda inmemiş olan sikimi avuçlayıp bana ; SENİ İLK GÖRDÜĞÜMDE ARZULAMIŞTIM dedi. eğilerek sikimi emdi, yaladı ve sakso çekti. anladımki yarrağa doymayacaktı.
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Kapali Hikayemiz (Roman) -9
Borçlu Kocanın Kahrını Karısı Çekerse

Yeşim öğretmenler odasında oturmuş, Sevda öğretmenin gelmesini bekliyordu. Sevda resim öğretmeniydi. Zayıf, kahverengi, uzun saçlı, buğday tenli, orta yaşların başında, evli güzel bir öğretmendi. Onunla çok iyi anlaşıyorlar, sırlarını paylaşıyorlardı. Yeşim Antalya’da yaşadıklarını anlatınca Sevda çok etkilenmiş ve “ben de sana eşimin yaptığı bir salaklığı anlatayım sonraki teneffüs” demişti, bahçe dışında sigara içtikleri yerde sigarasını söndürürken. Bu saat ikisi için de boştu. Sevda geldiğinde çaylarını doldurdular, odanın pencere kenarında, tenha bir yerine geçip, diğer öğretmenlerin sınıflara dağılmasını beklediler. Oda sessizleşince Sevda başından geçenleri anlattı.
Sevda’nın kocası Erdal bir yıl önce Sevda’ya sürpriz yapabilmek için bir arkadaşından yüklü miktarda borç almış ve Bodrum’a tatile gitmişlerdi. Bir senedir işleri umduğu gibi gitmeyince borcunu ödeyemeyip geciktiriyordu. Sevda’dan da isteyememişti çünkü borç aldığını bilmesini istemiyordu. Ama şimdi arkadaşı onu sıkıştırmış “artık borcunu faiziyle birlikte öde, yoksa aramız bozulacak ve farklı yollara başvuracağım. Sana üç gün mühlet..” diyerek tehdit etmişti. Alacaklı olan arkadaşı Sevda’yı tanıyor ve gördüğü ilk andan beri arzuluyordu. Bu zor durumundan da faydalanmak isteyerek “Eğer eşinle bir kere yatarsam, 6 ay geciktiririm borcunu” dedi kısık ama kendinden emin bir sesle. Erdal bir an için sinirlense de karşısında onu mafyavari usulle tehdit eden bir adam olduğunu hatırlayarak sesini çıkarmadı ve “düşünmem lazım” diyerek ayrıldı.

Daha sonra borcu üç gün içinde ödemenin bir yolu olmadığını düşününce karısına borçlu olduğunu anlatmak zorunda kaldı, tehdit edildiğinden bahsetmeden. Bir tatil için bu kadar parayı borç alıp, bir de üstüne bir yıl geciktirerek faizli bir şekilde geri ödemesini istediklerini öğrenen Sevda çok sinirlenmiş, “ben de o kadar borcu ödeyecek para yok, nereden bulursan bul, parayı öde” demişti. Bir gün sonra sonra iş yerine gelen arkadaşı tarafından tekrar sıkıştırılan Erdal bu kez tehdit edildiğini de anlatmış, işin sonunun kendisi için iyi olmayacağını söyleyerek “eğer seninle yatarsa 6 ay erteleme yapacak” dedi titrek bir sesle. Bunu duyduğunda daha da sinirlenen Sevda “git kendin yat o herifle, salak” diyerek odayı terk etti. Sonraki gün alacaklı arkadaşı tekrar geldiğinde verecek cevap bulamamış ve “Haftaya Sevda seninle olacak, pazar günü bize gel, her şeyi ayarladım” deyiverdi aklından planlar yaparken.

Aradan tam bir hafta geçmiş, Sevda’ya birkaç alacağını tahsil ettiğini ve borcu ödediğini, sıkıntıları kalmadığını söyleyerek Sevda’nın gönlünü almıştı. Birlikte bir avm ye gezmeye çıktılar. Sevda’ya güzel bir pijama takımı, siyah dantelli bir kilot ve sütyen aldılar. Bol bol da prezervatif aldıklarında Sevda Erdal’ın artık bunalımdan çıktığını ve bugünü eğlenerek geçirmek istediğini düşündü. Eve geldiklerinde Erdal “Karıcığım, aldıklarımızı giyer misin? Üzerinde görmek istiyorum” dedi. Sevda düşündüklerinde haklı olduğunu anladı. Kocası için süslendi, parfümler süründü ve oturma odasındaki kocasının yanına gelip dizleri dibine oturdu. Omuzlarına bıraktığı saçları, lila rengi pijamaları ve çekici parfümüyle tabiri yerindeyse “ölüyü kaldıracak bir cazibe” vardı görünümünde. O da uzun zamandır seks yapmamanın verdiği açlık içinde arzuları kabarmış, her adımında şehvetiyle kocasını baştan çıkartmıştı. Oturduğu yerde kocasının dizlerinden, sertleşmiş penisine doğru ellerini gezdirirken Erdal “bu kez gözlerin bağlıyken yapalım, burda olduğunu unut, beni yabancı bir ülkedeki hiç tanımadığın bir yabancı gibi hayal et” diyerek cebinden çıkardığı siyah mendili bağladı gözlerine. Bu fikir Sevda’ya da çok çekici gelmişti. Hemen kaptırdı kendisini bu oyuna. Kocası onu ayağa kaldırdı ve deli gibi öpüşmeye başladılar. Kocası az sonra yaşayacaklarını düşünerek, Sevda ise gözleri kapalı iken kurduğu hayalin etkisiyle daha da ateşlenmişler, yıllardır cinsellikten uzak kalan sevgililer gibi öpüyorlardı birbirlerini. Erdal, Sevda’nın göğüslerini okşuyor, sıkıyor, pijamasının altından bir elini arkasına götürüp kilodunun altından çıplak, yusyuvarlak güzel poposunu okşuyordu. Sonra da diğer eliyle de pijamanın üzerinden kadınlığını okşamaya koyuldu. İyice ateşlenen Sevda sırılsıklam olmuş, “Kocacım hadi gir içime, sik beni” demeye başlamıştı. Erdal “Yatağımıza gidelim hayatım” diyerek Sevda’yı kucakladı ve yatak odasında, geniş yatağına bırakıverdi. Sevda ayakları yerde olacak şekilde yatağa bıraktı kendini. “Soyunup geliyorum hayatım” dedi Erdal. Soyunacak kadar vakit geçmeden de Sevda’nın ellerinden tutup doğrulttu çıplak birisi. Bu Erdal’ın borçlu olduğu arkadaşından başkası değildi. Sevda giyinirken onu içeri almış, onlar oturma odasındayken de yatak odasına saklanmış, Erdal ile karısı salonda oynaşırken de soyunmuş onları bekliyordu.

Şimdi Erdal karısını yatağa bırakmış ve arkadaşına sunmuştu. Semsert olmuş sikini okşayan arkadaşı da hiç düşünmeden Sevda’yı doğrultmuş ve onu soymaya başlamıştı. Ama hiç acele etmiyor, romantik bir sevgili edasında davranıyordu. Önce pijamasının üst kısmının düğmelerini çözdü tek tek ve her çözülen düğmeyle açılan tenini işaret parmağının tersiyle okşadı bir sonraki düğmeye elini götürürken. Gözleri kapalı Sevda ise Erdalın soyunuyorum der demez yanına gelmesine duyduğu şaşkınlığını, bu kibar ve onu etkileyen hareketleriyle arttırmış ama bir yandan da duyduğu zevkle üzerine gitmemişti. Kollarından pijamanın üst kısmı çıkarken partneri boynunu, omuzlarını öpüyor, zaman zaman vücudunu kokluyordu. Sonra alt pijamasını poposunun altından zorlayarak çektiğinde kilodu da sıyrılmış, poposu çıplak kalmış,ayaklarından pijama çıktığında kadınlığını örten kilodu ve sütyeni ile kalakalmıştı. Gördüğü bu güzellik karşısında büyülenen adam Sevda’yı yatağa yatırıp dudaklarından öpmeye başladı. Dudaklarında yabancı bir his oluştuğunda Sevda karşısındakinin Erdal olmayacağını düşündü. Belki de fantaziye kendini çok kaptırmış ve hayal gücü ile onu farklı biri olarak hissediyordu. Sonra bunları da düşünmeyi bırakıp aldığı hazza kaptırdı yine kendini. Dudaklarından ayrılan dudaklar boynuna inmiş, bir süre bu güzel yeri öpüp, yalamıştı. Sonra omuzlarındaki okşayan eller sırtı ile yatak arasına girmiş ve sütyeninin kopçasını çözmüştü. Çok becerikli eller sütyeni ustalıkla çekip attıktan sonra çıplak kalan, yuvarlak, orta boyutlarda, uçları sertleşmiş göğüsleri okşamaya başladı. Bu ellerin ustalığı bile onun kocasına ait olmadığını gösteriyordu. Sonra önünü kapatan kilot yerdeki ayaklarının dibine indiğinde az önce memelerini öpen, yalayan dudakları bu kez bacak arasına inmişti. İki bacağının arasında sıkıştırdığı başı okşayan Sevda saçları da yabancı buldu. Ama kadınlığındaki dilin usta hareketleri ve deliğine doğru zorlamasıyla inlemeye başlarken yine bu yabancı hissini bir kenara bırakmayı tercih etti. Dil delikten içeri giriyor, adeta onu beceriyordu. Sonra güçlü eller belinden tutup ters çevirdi Sevda’yı, yüz üstü yatarken belinden tutup kaldırdı ve dizlerini yatağa koydurdu. Başı ve dizleri yatakta, poposu havada beklerken deliğine zorlanan yağlı bir parmak hissetti. “Erdal napıyorsun? Hiç istemezdin sen arkamdan girmeyi” diye sordu şaşkınlıkla Sevda. Biraz uzaktan gelen kocasının sesi “bugün her şeyin farklı olmasını istiyorum karıcım, dayan sen de seveceksin” dedi. Biraz sonra poposunu yağlamak için girip çıkan parmak bir miktar da genişlemesini sağladıktan sonra kalın bir penis başı zorlamaya başladı bu kez. “Ahh” diye bağırırken gözlerindeki mendil yatağa sürtünmekten dolayı hafifçe aralanmış, yatağa gömülü gözlerinin ucuyla bir kenarda Erdal’ı görmüştü. Artık herşey apaçık ortadaydı. Erdal ona geçen hafta sorduğu şeyi bu şekilde plan yaparak gerçekleştirmiş, borcunun süresini uzatmaya çalışıyordu. Artık arkasına giren penisin de zevkiyle kimse farkettiğini anlamadan bu olaydan zevk almaya karar verdi. Eğer kocası onu başkasıyla görmek istiyorsa, Sevda’nın en ateşli, en şehvetli haliyle görmeliydi. “Ahh, becer beni aslanım, ahh çok iyi sikiyorsun ahhh, götümün fatihi, aslanım, ohh” diye inliyor, arkasındaki partnerini gaza getiriyordu.

Kocasından başka bir penisi ilk defa içinde hissediyordu ve kocasınınkinden daha kalın ve büyük bir aletti bu. Prezervatif kullanmadan giriyordu içine. Partneri girip çıkmaya devam ederken poposunu ayırdı ondan, yatakta oturup gözündeki mendili tekrar sıkılaştırdı arkasından ve dönüp partnerinin penisini buldu el yordamıyla. Gerçekten büyük ve kalındı. Çok hoşuna gitmişti ona dokunmak. Biraz okşadıktan sonra ağzına aldı başını ve emmeye başladı. O başını emerken partneri de belini ileri geri sallamaya başladı. Sonra giren kısmı başıyla sınırlı kalmadı. Adam neredeyse tamamını sokacaktı ama Sevda’nın ağzı almıyordu bu koca şeyi. Yanaklarına bastırıyor, boğazına doğru sokuyordu. Bi yandan da başını tutmuş, zorla sokmaya başlamıştı. Boğazından bu koca penisi zorla çıkartıp “amımdan sik beni sevgilim” dei Sevda. Adam bu kez bacaklarını kaldırdı ve sırılsıklam olan kadınlığına bir kerede soktu tüm aletini. Birden yaşadığı acı ve şokla nefessiz kalan Sevda bağırmak için kendini yırttı. Biraz sonra sesi yerine gelince de “hayvan, o nasıl sikiş” diye bağırdı neredeyse tüm apartmanın duyacağı bir sesle. Penisine göre daracık kalan, kaygan ve sıcak deliğe giren adam biraz daha girip çıkmaya devam ettikten sonra titreyerek ve adeta fışkıran bir hortum gibi boşaldı Sevda’nın içine. Sevda “Aşkım bitirdin beni” diyerek yatağın diğer yarısına geçip yatarken kocası da yanına sokuldu sertleşmiş penisiyle. Sevda başındaki mendili çıkarıp kocasına döndüğünde “Sen ne çabuk sertleştin böyle, at ilacı mı aldın hayvan” diye bağırdı sanki farkında değilmiş gibi olanların. Alacaklı adam çoktan çıkmıştı odadan ve Erdal karısının gönlünü yapıp kadınlığından girerken dış kapıdan sessizce çıktı.

Ağzı açık, önü nemlenmiş olarak dinliyordu Yeşim. Ne diyeceğini bilemedi. Sevda “Telefonda konuşurlarken duydum, eğer bir kez daha yatarsam faizini de silecekmiş borcun. Kocam bunu bana nasıl yapar, aklım almıyor. Çok utanıyorum ama çok da zevk aldım” dedi Sevda.

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This Sunday party was very different from the last one. Actually, it was pretty much the same party, but my reaction wasn’t the same. Last week I was there as a virgin in every respect: new member and never been laid.

Last week I had no idea what to expect. Today I had been to bed with two club members and found not only did I like fucking but that I could please a woman. Tuesday night it was Margery and Friday night it was Karen.

My roommate Pete, my sponsor into the club, wasn’t in the apartment when I came to get my books for my Saturday morning classes, and he didn’t come home that night. He’d told me he had a Saturday date, so I wasn’t surprised. I got up early on Sunday to study in the library and went directly to the club meeting from there. As I came through the front door, I spotted him in an animated conversation with Karen.

Oh god, she’s telling him all about my inadequacies Friday night and making fun of how I didn’t last very long. He’ll really think I’m a dork.

“Yo! Carl! Over here,” he called, waving me to join them. Karen kissed me chastely on the cheek and Pete continued. “Karen has four tickets forHair, the show she’s working on. House seats. Wanna double-date?”

Karen smiled. “It’s really the dress rehearsal, but everything will be in place. Friday’s the opening, these tickets are for Thursday. They’re very good seats.”

“Sure, that sounds like fun. Thanks, Karen.”

“That is one focused woman,” said Pete as Karen moved off to join some other friends.

“That’s for sure,” I parried, not knowing if Pete was fishing for information about her and her ways in bed. When he said “Everybody who’s dated her says that. We’ve been out a couple of times.” I relaxed.

There had to be thirty people in the house by three, which was the deadline for the women to post their tokens of availability on the date board. Many stayed on after posting, either to watch the run-up to March Madness on the big-screen or to socialize. After three it was the men’s time to browse the board for dates. Pete had told me it wasn’t cool to rush to the board, which was in the kitchen, and anyway there was only room for two or three people to stand there.

Just before three Margery rushed through the front door and headed straight to the kitchen. A few minutes later, while I was hollering at the referee on the big-screen, she came over and sat down next to me.

“Hey Carl, nice to see you. And thank you so much for the prints.” We chatted for a few minutes, then she said, “There’s someone I want you to meet.”

She led me to a table where four girls and a guy were deep in conversation. “Hey Cindy, I want you to meet someone.”

A tall, raven-haired girl stood up.

“Carl, this is Cindy. Cindy, Carl.”

Margery moved on and I sat next to Cindy. Soon I was involved in their conversation, which was over “History of Science,” a course I had taken fall semester. I’d done well enough but hadn’t retained much.

Cindy was disdainful of the graduate students who ran the sections and in particular she disliked the one who ran her section.

“It’s really too bad that Professor Schmee doesn’t make sure the grad students reinforce what she’s teaching,” she said. “These guys act like they’re the professor and wander into subjects that she hasn’t covered or handled a week ago. My section leader is a real jerk. If you’re going to take this course, find out who’s your section leader and transfer if it’s him.”

She had the same section leader I had had. I told them that the only reason I’d even gone was for attendance purposes and that this guy ignored the syllabus and handed out his left-wing opinions like they were gospel. When the subject changed, I asked Cindy if she wanted to get some coffee, and we moved to the living room.

“Margery the matchmaker?” I teased.

“She lives down the hall. In fact, she was my reference for joining the club. I’ve only been on campus since the semester started, when I transferred from community college. I’ve only been a member for two weeks.”

“I didn’t know the university took mid-year transfers.”

“I had really good grades and they’re buying out people with single rooms and turning them into doubles, so they had space.”

We talked some more about how she was settling in. Seizing the opportunity for a real date, not a structured encounter, I said, “Hey, are you free on Thursday? I’ve got an extra ticket to the dress rehearsal ofHair that they’re doing at the Carpenter.”

“Sounds like fun. Uh, I’ll have to find out.”

“Huh?”

“Token board. I put mine on Friday and Saturday.”

While Cindy’s Saturday token was covered, her Friday token was uncovered. She moved it to Thursday and I covered it. I’d figured on a weekend date and maybe one during the week, so Thursday was fine. But I felt awkward checking out the board for a weekend date in front of Cindy

Actually, maybe I don’t need to go out this weekend. Midterms start on Monday. I need to do kartal escort bayan well on two of them to keep up my B average. My social life is messing up my concentration. But at least I’m not going broke on the dating scene: Dutch treat means dating costs no more than eating alone. And the sex ismuch better.

*

The dress rehearsal was scheduled for seven-thirty. Cindy and I agreed to meet at the student union mailboxes at five. As she walked in, her shoulder-length hair was set off with a pink blouse and a plaid skirt. Her calf-high boots finished an attractive package, even if the whole thing was buried in a quilted parka against the end-of-winter cold outside.

“Let’s eat at this Indian place I’ve heard about,” she said. I didn’t know whether she meant India Indian or Cherokee and normally wouldn’t have considered either, but what the heck. I hadn’t noticed such a place in the union.

“It’s downtown. We oughta get started, it’s probably half-a-mile from here.”

As we walked, Cindy explained she her interest. “We lived in Mumbai for two years when I was starting high school. My father was the private pilot for a big international construction company. Five years ago, as they were landing in Indiana, the plane hit some unexpected turbulence and the president of the company was thrown against the interior, hard.

“He was bruised but not injured. Two days later, though, he collapsed and died of a heart attack. His wife blamed my father and he lost his job. We were pretty strapped until a pilot friend introduced dad to an Indian industrialist who needed a pilot. So all of a sudden we moved to Mumbai.”

The spicy smell of the restaurant’s foyer and the heavy decorations startled me. We were early enough that we got a spacious table. Cindy ordered for us and told the waiter we wanted separate checks. I had put my camera on the table as soon as we were seated and as we surfed the appetizer buffet I snapped several pictures of the breads and the wait staff, who probably thought I was weird.

The dinner was delicious, even if I’d never experienced anything like it. Cindy’s entrée was a red chicken while mine was a slightly spicy vegetarian dish. The numerous breads were delicious. We swapped plates and I took some more pictures, this time including her. She had a lovely expression as she forked food into her mouth.

“Was it easy living in India? It seems like the poverty, particularly what I’ve read about in Mumbai, would be depressing.”

“We lived in a big foreigners’ compound, but still, we saw a lot of it. We had three servants who would sometimes take my sister Ann and me with them to their homes. Their lives were okay, but the areas where they lived were pretty bad.

“The school in the compound was a traditional English school. Ann and I did really well so that, when we got back to the States, our two years away allowed Ann to skip her freshman year and enter the university as a sophomore.

“My parents couldn’t afford to have both of us here at the same time, so I had to go to community college till Ann finished. She graduated last year.

“I’d skipped half my junior year in high school because of the Mumbai classes and was taking AP classes at CC, so I finished there after three semesters and came here. Technically I’m a second-semester junior.”

I was jolted at the price of the meal, which was more than I’d ever spent on dinner in my life. Even splitting the check was pricey.

We had to hustle to get to the Carpenter a few minutes before the curtain. Our seats were third-row, center. Pete was already there and he introduced us to Marney, who I recognized from the club.

The show was excellent. I’d seen the movie on TV a couple of years ago but this was much more intense. The production was lavish and the actors must have been picked for their stamina because they were in constant motion. Karen must have been in constant motion too, with all the lighting changes and scenery.

Afterward the four of us went backstage and Karen introduced us to the cast. She was soaked in perspiration (but not as much as she was on Friday night) and was elated at how well things had gone.

Pete, Marney, Cindy, and I went for coffee in the student union. It was nearly nine-thirty when they said it was getting late and left.

My apartment was slightly further away than Cindy’s dorm, but she had a roommate and I didn’t, at least not for the evening, so we went there. As we climbed the stairs I realized I had no idea how to transition us into bed.

I hung our coats on the closet-door hook. When I turned around she was holding on to the door frame and levering her left boot off with the toe of her right boot.

“Let me,” I said, with more savoir-faire that I felt. I knelt and pulled the boot off. When we removed her right boot, I held her foot and rolled her sock off, then kissed her instep. She’d been balancing with her hand on my shoulder and I felt her tremble. When she made a escort maltepe tentative move to pull away, I resisted and she relaxed. A furtive look up her skirt showed white panties.

“Can I take your other sock off too?” I asked.

“Sure, fair and balanced,” she replied. She signed contentedly as I rolled it off and kissed that instep.

I stood and pulled her to me. At first our kissing was tentative but she rubbed her leg against mine. When we broke off I took her hand and led her to my bedroom door, opened it, and gestured her inside. I flipped the lock and turned to see her standing by my bed, looking awkward. I undid my tie and draped it and my jacket on the back of my desk chair.

“Will you take my shoes off, Cindy?” I asked. She nodded, squatted, undid the laces, and pulled both the socks and the sneakers off. I held her shoulder for balance and caressed the bra strap.

She paired the sneakers and slid them under the desk, then stood. I was nervous and she looked even more nervous. We sat on the bed.

“How did you hear about the club?”

“Ann told me about it. A grad student introduced her. When she and her boyfriend broke up early in her junior year, the experience absolutely unhinged her. She started doing wild things and nearly flunked out. The grad student saved her from who knows what.”

As she was taking I moved thigh-to-thigh with her and caught her smell. Not her “scent” because there wasn’t any. She smelled like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was pure clean, as if she had washed in an odorless bath. As she finished telling me about her sister, I saw that she was comfortable enough for me to move forward.

I reached for her head and planted a kiss on her lips, getting another dose of utter clean, this time from her hair. She lay back and we kissed fervently. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she responded, tentatively at first, but then she got into it and we tongue-wrestled.

She willingly rolled on top of me and I felt her breasts on my chest. I ran a bare foot against hers and she wiggled her hips against mine.

I ran my hands up her legs and under her skirt. When I squeezed her ass cheeks through her panties, she ground against my hard cock. Now I wanted to have her all.

“Let’s get naked, Cindy,” I said, between breaths.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she breathily replied.

We stood and she spun her skirt around, dropped the zipper and popped the button, then pushed it and her panties down to the floor to reveal her bush. Like the hair on her head, it was raven black and her pussy lips were almost masked by its abundance. But they were clearly wet. I saw all this because, as I shed my shirt and undershirt without looking at them, I was concentrating on how she revealed her body.

“Let me uncover the rest of you,” I said.

“That’d be nice, but I want to free your cock first,” and she grabbed the zipper of my slacks. Since I wear jockeys there was no chance my cock would jump out, but she got a good feel anyway. She quickly unhooked my belt, popped the button, and effortlessly slid my slacks and jockeys down. As I stepped out of them she gave me an appraising look and licked her lips.

I fondled her breasts through her blouse, finding that they were firm and encased in a harder-than-I-expected bra. I opened each button slowly and inhaled that smell. When her cleavage was revealed I kissed the available skin and slowly moved my fingers under the back of her blouse, fumbling to open her bra.

As the clasp released, Cindy shrugged off the blouse and I drew the bra forward to completely reveal her chest. Her breasts were the largest I’d seen so far, each one a big handful, but firm. I bent to take the nipple of her left breast into my mouth and I lightly thumbed the other nipple. She murmured “ummmm” as I worked the nipples.

I wanted to see her entire body, so I pulled off her nipple with an exaggerated “pop” and took a step backward. As I framed an all-body photo of her with my hands in front of my face she instinctively covered her pussy with both hands.

“I have never seen hair so black as yours,” I said. “Later let me take a picture of you, just like this. You’re really lovely.”

Her defensive expression softened and she let her arms drop. Now she was energized and she stepped against me. She grabbed my head in her left hand to pull my mouth to hers. Her bush engrossed my cock. When we broke off the kiss we tumbled onto the bed.

“Any idea what you’d like to do?” I teased.

“Yes, I want you to fuck my brains out, except it’s a weeknight and I can’t do it more than twenty times because I have a class at five o’clock.” I gulped, then realized she was teasing right back.

“I’ll try to keep up.” I slid down and stuck my face in her pussy, smelling the same odorless clean as everywhere else. Her wetness was obvious and I began to lick.

“Oh don’t, please, I want to fuck, right now,” she called.

“You’ll get a better pendik escort fuck if you’ll let me get you started this way,” I responded.

“You’re a pussy teaser,” she purred, then pulled me up to her face by my hair. “Fuck me,now,” she commanded.

She sighed as I sank my saliva-moistened cock into her pussy. She was wet and very enthusiastic. As I started my thrusting she wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me hard into her, quickly setting a torrid pace. At first I had to work to keep up with her but I caught on soon enough.

“Oh god, it’s now! Fuck me Carl! FUCK ME, DO IT HARD! HARD! Push it in me! More! More!” She thrashed against me and jerked her head around. Her tongue jutted out and she worked my shoulders hard with her hands as her heels pulled my buttocks into her.

Her orgasm summoned mine. ‘You’ve got me! Oh god I’m cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” and I pumped what felt like a tanker-truckload of cum into her.

We settled into each other’s arms and rolled to face each other. This post-fucking position gave me the chance to sniff her again and now the smell was of the sweat, lovely female sweat that glistened from her face and chest and belly. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and kissed her forehead, then her lips, down, down between her breasts, and finally in circles around her belly.

“One down, nineteen to go,” I said, and patted her hip.

She kissed me. “You’re sweet. Let’s clean up and see what develops.”

She cupped her pussy to catch the cum as I led her to the bathroom. My warm washcloth took on a surprising amount of cum and needed rinsing out before it could complete cleaning us both.

Back in my room I took my camera and sat on the end of the bed.

“I want to take your picture.”

“So you can post it on your Facebook page? I don’t think so,” she said firmly, extended her open hand toward the lens.

“I would never do that! I don’t want to embarrass you. Hey, there’s a red bandana in my top dresser drawer,” I said. “Roll it up and tie it over your eyes.”

“Now you’re anonymous,” I said when she had the bandana in place. She flipped the small triangular end and smiled wickedly.

First I asked her to stand against the desk. “Cross you arms on your chest, I want you to come close to hiding your breasts, but not completely. Let the nipples show.”

“Now cup them. Oh yeah that’s sexy.”

“Put you left foot up on the chair and turn slightly to me. Show me everything. Smile!”

“Now your right foot. There, that’s good.”

“Face me, put your hands on your hips, take a wide stance. Oh yeah!”

I took three or four shots of each pose and a couple more from behind her, below, to catch the bottom of her pussy. I made sure to bracket the light every time so that the raven black of her hair would show.

“Can I take some of you?” she asked, offering the bandana, which I declined.

“You’re the one with the attributes. I’m not beefcake, Cindy.”

“I want a souvenir photo of you and your apparatus. Stand still.” And she took a dozen shots from various angles.

The lasciviousness of this session was getting to me, and my cock was starting to return to straight as the flash popped. At one point she flicked the cockhead, which caused it to spasm upward. The rapid-fire shutter sound was a turn-on.

“Okay, done. We’ll download them tomorrow and send a set to me. Now let’s put Mr. Johnson here back to work.”

We flopped on the bed and, as we kissed, I realized that the clean smell was completely gone, replaced by the more familiar scent of sex and sweat. When we broke for breath I moved behind her so that I could spoon, sliding my cock through her legs and running my finger from her throat to her navel. She pressed against me and stroked my cockhead between her legs ever so softly as I played with her breasts.

Cindy lifted her top leg and reached to guide me to the right position. I slid part way inside her and began to move.

It was awkward for us both, particularly for Cindy as she couldn’t keep her leg up for long. “Maybe we should do it on all fours,” I ventured.

“Thank you. Yes, I couldn’t keep that up,” she said, and set herself up, with her head on both pillows and her ass in the air. I reached for her clit as I slid into her and found a bump under the hood. As I slowly stroked in and out I played with the bump and it began to grow and push aside its hood.

Cindy’s murmurs of pleasure grew to moans of pleasure, which yielded to commands. “Feels so good, feels so good” became “oh yeah, that’s sooooooo good” and then “More! Faster!” The sound of my belly slapping against her ass was pulling the cum from my balls and I was fighting to hold off.

“You’re too good, Cindy! I’m gonna cum soon, real soon.”

“You’ll be in second place! Oh god, I’m — yesssssss, I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Flick that clit! Oooooh yessssssss!”

Her ass banged with a fierce insistence against my belly as I slammed and slammed against her. She swung it in every direction and I started cumming on a back stroke, I was so excited. I pushed hard to get it all inside her, then pumped and pumped again to get it done. When we collapsed it was because we were both completely drained.

“Can you stay, Cindy?”

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I had always loved quickies.

Maybe it was the suspense of the ride, the passion of the love-making, or the threat of getting caught, but either way, they really turned me on. My wife was into them, “when the time is right” she says, but mostly likes to get off before falling sleep. Every so often though, she gets a fire in her eye that means one thing…

My wife’s younger sister had come over, as she sometimes does, to hang out and grab a slice of pizza for the big game. My friends were all out with their girlfriends, so I knew it would be a pretty uneventful evening at home.

Ashley, my sister-in-law was a fun girl to be around, pretty, and well educated, but not a sports fan to say the least. In the living room, I found them chatting about the day’s events.

Gossip and celebrity weddings seemed to be the topic for the evening. I picked up the remote and flipped through the channels, concentrating more on the football game than the conversation. I quickly decided that if I was going to get lucky tonight, it would be after Ashley had left. I sat back and prepared myself for the quiet night ahead.

Around the end of 3rd quarter, I stood up to get a soda from the refrigerator. I had grown tired of the movie scandals and needed to find some silence for a few minutes. Walking down the short hallway towards the kitchen, I flipped the light switch and cleared my throat as I pulled open the refrigerator door.

Hearing the girls giggle from the other room, I cracked open the soda can and took a long sip. I stared at the photographs on the freezer and I smiled.

My wife was the type that loved to be at home, comfy in her pajamas, surrounded by our four kittens. She always seemed to be the happiest curled up under a blanket with a chick-flick on the tube. We’d known each other for many years before we married, and enjoyed a fantastic sex life. We’d gotten frisky nearly everywhere a couple could, including some places that weren’t exactly “legal”.

It was always a random thing, a gentle touch or a kiss on the ear, that would lead to our quickie-fun. Whenever it happened, we always felt invigorated and she would have a glow about her that made me love her even more. She would be a good mother someday, and took care of me. I thought about our honeymoon, and the rumpled sheets we left behind. I laughed to myself.

Sarah was athletic looking, about 5′ 7″ with a nice set of 36 C’s and a tight, tapered waist that flared into hips that could make a blind man hard. Her butt was bigger, but firm and she accented it by wearing tight workout pants that showed off her figure, and usually, her panties.

Every so often I’d catch her without underwear, and I’d swiftly slide my hand inside the elastic waistband to lightly grab her beautiful ass. She would laugh and smack me with her hand, but not before closing her eyes and pushing back against my palm for a moment. I found her to be gracefully attractive, the curve of her breasts and the nape of her neck. Her skin was soft and warm, and seemed to radiate out a natural scent that always drove me crazy.

She would often wear low-cut sweaters that would show off her ample cleavage, although never enough to have me worry that she’d be trying to impress another guy at work or something. She was an angel, and a sexual dynamo, especially during quickies…

After glancing at the pictures on the freezer, I pulled kartal escort open the door to look for something to snack on. Finding nothing but frozen TV dinners, I leaned in and reached to the back shelf where I had hidden my Hershey’s chocolate bar. Sarah always said it was silly to freeze them; “they never taste the same after you freeze them” she would say.

Chuckling, I grabbed the candy bar and suddenly felt a hand reach around the right side of my stomach. It grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me around. I spun around quickly, candy bar in hand, and found Sarah staring at me.

“What the hell?” I asked loudly, surprised at her actions.

She shoved a finger to my lips and told me to be quiet. “We have only a few minutes…”

Sarah was wearing a tight white tank top with spaghetti straps and no bra. I knew because of the way they moved when she walked, and in the excitement, her nipples had grown hard and were pushing through the thin fabric.

She wore light blue gym shorts, nearly see-through, and I noticed a dark pink pair of panties earlier when she leaned over to feed the kittens their evening meal. My eyes shot down the hall to where Ashley was sitting and picking up my confusion.

Sarah said, “she stepped outside for a smoke, we’ve got to hurry”.

I squinted at my wife as she bit her lower lip and smiled. I noticed a twinkle in her eye and I knew that she had been planning this for a while. With her sister outside for a few minutes, I knew we could have some fun and be safe from Ashley’s prying eyes. My cock began to strain against my jeans and my endorphins raged.

Sarah glanced at the buldge pushing against my pants and said, “I was thinking maybe you could … get me a soda?”.

Smiling wide, I put my right hand around her waist and pulled her close so my belt buckle was pressing against her stomach. “Coke or Pepsi?” I said deviously as I leaned into her face and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her eyes closed and her lips parted as I felt her tongue poke at my mine.

I slipped my tongue in her mouth and slid my hands down the back of the gym shorts, underneath her panties and grabbed her ass. She moaned into my mouth as her hands wandered around my hips and scratched her nails down my back. Working quickly, I pulled my hands from her butt and raised them to her breasts. Her eyes closed and she moved her hands to the front of my pants. Fumbling for a second, she looked down as she unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down.

“Oh my god, it’s so hard, so fast…” she said as she stroked my erection through my cotton briefs. My dick made my boxers look like a tent and she stroked it through the cotton. She trailed off as my hand reached over her top and pulled out a gorgeous breast. The nipple was very hard and the areola was dark and tight. I pinched the nipple as she shuttered and I kissed her neck just behind the ear.

“I want this in me, I want your meat in me” she whispered, looking longingly into my eyes.

I leaned over and took the breast in my mouth. My wet lips opened just enough to take the nipple in my mouth and I used my hands to caress her back, lifting the shirt over my hands and pushing her backwards slowly to the sink.

Releasing the nipple from my mouth, I dove in for another kiss, and this time she released my member and grabbed my face with both hands. She was ravenous with lust and maltepe escort bayan my dick pushed hard against her tight tummy. I glanced at the clock on the microwave, which read “10:07”.

Four minutes had passed, and I knew we’d have to hurry.

Sarah was standing next to the sink, which was waist high. I knew I needed some relief and dropped my boxers to the floor, along with my jeans and belt. There were no windows in the small kitchen, so I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing me in my naked state. My cock was very large and red, and it jumped to attention- aiming right at my wife’s snatch.

I put my hands on her hips, and in one motion lifted her up onto the countertop. She giggled and winked at me, kissing me hard on the lips again. Sarah had too looked at the clock and removed her tank top on one motion, throwing it to the floor. Her skirt was hiked up against her creamy thighs as she spread her legs with her hands. I could smell her fragrance and I grew intoxicated with her. Every inch of her begged to be touched, licked, kissed, fondled.

I moved closer to her, seeing her panties growing dark with wetness. She pulled open her legs with her hands and her skirt slid up to her hips.

Her underwear was very tight and I could see the outline of her lips, and the moisture seeping around the cloth. She pulled me tight to her by my shirt and begged me to taste her. I inhaled a deep breath and began to kiss her neck, her shoulders, arms, hands, fingers, collarbone, chest, breasts, tummy, and as she moved her legs open, her inner thigh.

She jumped at the sensation and whispered “Hey! That tickles! Quickly, Fuck me deep!”.

I pulled the soaked underwear to the side using my fingers and slipped a finger in. She was tight and wet, yet she sucked my finger in to the knuckle by contracting her tight muscles.

She moaned loudly as I slipped another finger in, this time picking up speed as I watched her head roll back and her eyes closed. My fingers pistoned in and out, my breath cooling her hot pussy, and she grabbed my hair as her whole body tightened. She contracted around my fingers, and pulsed as her cum covered my hand and leaked down her thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her breaths quickened.

With one hand on my hair, she shoved my face into her snatch, with my nose slipping into her dripping cunt. I inhaled her smell and instantly became as hard as I could be. Her cum covered my face as I lapped up the folds and flickered my tongue on her clit. It had become engorged and stood out like a pinhead.

My tongue flickered over her button and I sucked hard on her clit which sent her over the edge. She buckled wildly and dug her nails into my neck as I smiled and continued licking her wet slit.

She massaged my shoulders and ran her hands through my hair as I reached up with my hands and fondled her warm breasts. Her nipples had become even harder and I pinched them as I gently bit down on her clit.

She gasped and hissed at me, “10:10, hurry, HURRY!”

I knew time was running out and if I was going to get off, it would have to be now. Realizing that our time together would soon come to an end, Sarah pushed herself to the edge of the countertop as I stood up. I smeared her cummy slit with my palm and rubbed it on my shaft. She grabbed me by the shirt collar and pulled me close to her face. “I want escort pendik that thing in me, I want to feel your steamy spunk fill me up, I want it to leak out all over the floor, I want you to fuck me, I’m your little WHORE!”

Her eyes had grown wild and my cock was engorged with lust. I wanted her just as much as she wanted me.

My cock ached with passion and was as big as ever. With that, I slammed all 8 inches into her tight pussy and was met with a gasp and a yelp. My head slid in and out, running the full length, each time her legs tightened behind my wait and she growled with desire.

Beads of sweat formed on our skin as we bumped against each other. I knew she was getting close and began to slow down my hips. Her gasps got louder as she struggled to breathe. I held her close to me with my left hand and with my right, reached between our legs and pushed on her enormous clit with my thumb. She thrashed around on the counter, her hips driving into mine as she shook into my chest.

I muffled her screams with my hand as I rocketed in and out, feeling her walls expand and her cum sliding around me. My thighs slapped against hers with a sticky-sounding slap and she rocked back and forth, one hand on my shirt and the other on my shoulder. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. I pushed, hard, hard, hard until I felt the end of her cervix press against me. In the excitement, I knew I’d release soon.

“I’m, I’m gonna, I’m gonna” I managed to say.

She bit my earlobe hard and growled “Fill up my wet pussy with your hot cum, I want it, – I need it!”

Her words sent me over the edge. Ropes of cum shot into her waiting snatch at the same time her second orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy pulsed around my cock, sending me higher and higher into a state of ecstasy.

Her own juices gushed around my dick and out of her, puddling on the countertop below us. I gasped for air, and took her exposed breasts in my mouth and hands. She ran her fingertips through my hair and moaned as we came down off of our highs. My cock slowly shrank inside of her, and I knew we were out of time.

I slowly pulled out of her as she released her legs from around my waist. As my cock slid out of her with a loud “pop!”, white cords of cum slid out too onto the floor. Our juices had mixed together and there was an aroma that filled the air. I knew we couldn’t hide it from Ashley, but something about that turned me on more…

Sarah smiled and caught her breathing. She ran her hands over her thighs and slipped a finger into her messy cooch. She dipped it in the puddle left on the counter and brought it to her lips. She giggled and said it tastes like me. I leaned in to kiss her and she shoved her cum-covered tongue into mine. I tasted myself on my tongue and knew that next time, I would lick mine from her folds.

We heard the screen door open and slam shut, and the sound of Ashley on the phone. She sat down on the couch and turned the TV up, chatting away with an unknown guy. Sarah picked up her top and slid into it, adjusting her boobs and trying to fix her messy hair as best that she could.

She pulled her skirt down and pressed the folds flat, then reaching down, she stepped out of her underwear. Sarah took the panties and balled them up, and after hooking her finger around my belt loop, pulled me close to her. She put them in my front pocket and patted my cock through my jeans.

She reached around my chest and picked up the can of soda. “Thanks for the Coke” she said with that twinkle in her eye. It’d been only seven minutes but I knew it would be an fun-filled evening after all…

– Goldie97

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AUTHOR’S NOTES: Serendipity — 47 — A day with Maria

Many thanks go to Muledriver for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters active are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright (c) 2016 by Acup

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you’re looking for a stroker look somewhere else.

For all my faithful readers, thank you for sticking with me. As previously promised in the epilog, here is a ‘day in the life’ chapter.

And now for my disclaimers which I have mostly plagiarized but didn’t realize I hadn’t copied the authors’ name. My apologies and thanks for these profound words to who ever you are.

Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn’t like.

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, it’s in the wrong category.

Yes, it’s too long.

Yes, it’s too short.

Yes, this is stupid shit.

Eys, I need an editor, are you volunteering?

If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data.

And, yes, I suck.

And you have yourself a warm and fuzzy day.

ENJOY!

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47 — A day with Maria

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I woke to a wonderful sight, the girls getting ready to go flying and Maria nursing Maya.

Watching them move and twist and jiggle getting those itty bitty scraps of cloth to cover, followed by quite a production of putting on fresh collars and getting them juuuuust right, then getting a quick kiss and out the door they went.

I rolled back over to see Maria smiling at me. Looking down at her engorged tit almost ready to burst. Maya sucking down her breakfast on the other one like she had been starved.

I was getting firm watching her suck on that lovely nipple and heard Maria snicker. I looked up to see her grin, then pull Maya away, momentarily screaming out before Maria put her to her other nipple.

Maria knew what I was thinking, sliding down a bit with a grin probably as bad as mine. I LOVED suckling her milky nipples, and she protested with a grin when ever I drew her to me to do it. The wonderful sigh as I took my first sip of her milk, the little squeak when I lightly nipped at her nipple.

But as wonderful as this is, I just can’t help myself. Laying beside a beautiful naked Mexican woman, her aromatic pussy calling my nose like I had a hook in it. Wanting to replace my wet fingers with my tongue.

“Naughty Master,” she snickered as I let her nipple go and began kissing my way down her belly, snickering again as I put a hand inside her thigh to get her to open up for me.

I licked and nibbled a bit, just enjoying a lazy morning between her thighs. Sliding up to suck on her clit a bit when her flow slowed down, maybe dip a finger in to her g-spot.

I was just getting her flow going again and had pulled my finger from her pussy to lick it clean.

“AAARGGGHHH!!!” Maria put Maya on the bed beside her, sat up and forcefully rolled me to my back. “TEASE!” she said as she swung a leg over me and impaled herself on my hard cock, followed by a satisfied moan as she bottomed out against me.

That was a momentarily pause, then the wild woman took over. Leaning forward to put her hands on my chest and trap her tits between her forearms Maria leaned forward enough to bring herself almost completely off me before dropping down hard again with a satisfied grunt.

Over and over again, only increasing speed when I reached up and cupped one of the tits sticking between her arms. Her pussy running so much it was becoming a wet thigh slapping fuck even with her on top. All of this interspersed with a soft running dialog of Spanish, albeit with a few nice grunts and sighs thrown in when she bottomed out on me.

I was getting close, and reached up to take her nipples between my fingers. Maria looked down at me, her eyes wide, then her head kicked back and a string of Spanish, or possibly gibberish, came out in one long scream as she began cumming on top of me.

Her pussy spasming around me set me off and I some how managed to stay conscious enough to enjoy her riding it out, finally collapsing on top of me.

Maria rolled to one side as I softened too much to stay in her, giggling at the slurp of her pussy as I did. I looked to the other side at Maya and grinned. Little Maya sound asleep beside us fucking our brains out. I still wonder to this day if mornings like this were what made her ask…

We managed to get out of bed and stagger to the shower, Maria taking pure delight in teasing me, soaping me and then herself. Letting the lather run down her body. Grinning and smiling as she stepped to the wand by the stool to rinse herself out, then clamping down enough to trap the water, making her belly swell a bit like she was pregnant, and wagging her finger at me for thinking the kartal escort same thing.

We dried off, with Maria making sure everything was properly dried off, while I in turn, made sure she was not completely dry. Snickering at my squeezing her butt and running a finger between her moist lips as she put her collar on, I was probably grinning at her lovely tan line from it. Carrying Maya down stairs, then grinning at me when she handed her to me instead of putting her in the carrier.

The strange quietness of the house with just the two of us in it, seeing her grin and shake her butt when she knew I was looking. Making breakfast for us, no cereal since I ‘already had my milk’.

“So what’s on your agenda today?”

“Not much, I have a few things I’m working on Master, but nothing pressing if you want to do something else.”

I smiled in spite of myself, even with just the two of us Maria still called me Master, and smiled doing it. “Well I was thinking about scrounging up some hot Mexican babe and showing her off wandering around the mall. Just kinda make a day of it.”

“I can be ready in a few minutes Master, what should I wear?”

I looked down at her chest, then traveled down to her crotch, Maria opening her thighs to let me look at her pussy. “Well my vote is always for your birthday suit,” licking my lips.

“Oh Master…” she responded, half giggle half desire.

“I was just going to put on jeans and a shirt, so what ever.”

Maria grinned, “One of your dress shirts?”

“Would you like that?”

A bigger grin, “Yes please.”

I just smiled and shook my head.

“Thank you Master, I’ll be ready in a little bit.”

I headed up to our closet room next to our room, finding a clean pair of jeans, and one of only two dress shirts still on hangars. I slipped on my loafers and headed back down, grinning at Maria singing to herself in Spanish behind the closed door of the front bedroom.

I heard her coming down the steps and just had to stare. HOW THE HELL DO WOMEN DO THAT? A simple outfit, and yet I wanted to bend her over and ravage her on the spot.

A little lace thong and shelf bra with pink trim under a thin tank top and shorts. Now the top and shorts weren’t flagrantly thin, but thin enough that the outline of the white bra and thong were visible against her tan to more than just a quick glance. And the nice nipple lump and slightly darker circle of aureola just made my mouth water.

Mom and daughter in similar outfits, and Maria even adding a thin white band to keep her hair back matching the one Maya was wearing, the one I put on her back in The City.

We climbed into the van with me wishing for something with a bench seat again, or at least having the cooler in here so she could slide over next to me.

Wandering around the mall, mostly with her holding my hand like we were a couple, but with hers around my bicep when I carried Maya. Most of the time with her pressed beside me feeling the lace bra edge against me, occasionally she would turn enough to press her nipple into my arm and grinning up at me when I looked at her doing it. Ducking into a few shops to look at various tops and dresses with Maria sizing up what was good and bad about all of them.

Maria grinning at me while looking at a strapless corset top on the mannequin, then holding one against her body using it to lift and jiggle her tits at me.

The sales girl coming up behind me, “Oh that would look so hot on you, almost like a second skin but sooo much hotter!”

A snort from Maria and the flabbergasted look on the sales girl’s face when Maria winked at me then turned back to her asking, “Well how’s he supposed to get his hands in there to grope me?” as she dropped the top and cupped her tits, she’s been around Brittany too much.

Lunch in the food court was a ball, especially when Maya wanted her lunch as well. Maria looked around a bit worried, then at me as I tried to make like I was trying to look down her top. She pulled her top off her shoulder enough to let Maya get to her nipple. I think I saw her grin as I watched that top bare her tit above Mayas head, my eyes glued to that wonder of nature.

Even more funny was the expression on the two couples just over her shoulder when they realized what Maria was doing. Even though they could only see her shoulder with the thin bra strap and the top of Maya’s head beyond her arm, the guys were bug eyed, imagining what I could see in front of me. Their girlfriends didn’t quite see it that way.

“You know if you let your bra strap fall a little and turn a bit those two guys over your right shoulder are going to cum in their pants,” I said softly.

“Over me?!”

I looked down again at Maya latched to her nipple, “Over a hot babe nursing her daughter.”

Maria got this grin on her face, “Should I let my top down further Master?” she asked in a bit louder voice.

There were female gasps and male groans behind her making her snicker.

“You’ve been learning Brittany’s bad habits.”

Maria maltepe escort bayan smiled, “No Master, if it was Brittany she’d be sitting here topless whether she was breast feeding or not.” Again loud enough to be overheard near by. There was scuffling chairs and the couples were leaving, or should I say the ladies were dragging their men off before they got any wild ideas. Too late girls.

Maria did sit there a bit nursing Maya, bringing her other tit out and transferring Maya to it before pulling the other side up. Oh and running her finger around and around the unoccupied nipple trying to poke through her top grinning at me while we sat there, Maya’s saliva and Maria’s milk making it almost transparent over her nipple.

Once Maya had finished her lunch we got ready to leave, Maria dropping a finger to her crotch and bringing it up over the table to my lips. “If we were home Master,” she whispered, “I’d be under the table sucking you until you blasted all over my boobs.”

I reached down as we stood from the table and got a nice grip on her ass making her sigh, “Not if I got you bent over it first,” letting my fingertips graze the bottom edge of her butt under that short skirt.

We strolled and talked for about an hour, cuddling against each other. Sometimes with her hand in my back pocket squeezing my ass, other times with my hand on her waist under her tank top with my thumb caressing the skin just below her bra band.

Sometimes letting my hand slip up to cup her tit and caress her lace bra as we faced a store window. Riding the escalator two steps below her and my hand on her hip under her skirt. Maria giggling when she would turn sideways and let my hand slip between her thighs momentarily.

We decided to call it a day for the mall even though it was only about two o’clock. I figured we’d teased the boys long enough, Maria never once realizing what her body was doing to the guys following at a distance.

We were headed back to the house when I saw it. I made a quick turn and pulled up in front of the dealership. Now ‘dealership’ I guess was a stretch. It was the second chance lot for the dealership across the lot, but that wasn’t what interested me.

Sitting there under the awning was a lovely Mustang with the Cobra logo on it. I had been looking at Mustangs off and on for a while, depending on my finances, hoping to come across a nice one at a decent price. I had found a few here and there, but most of them had been in pretty rough shape or the ones with the ‘detail package’ on them and not a ‘real’ Cobra. Hell I even came across one somebody had the nerve to stick the emblems on a four cylinder… REALLY!

This one looked promising, blue with the wide white stripes, Keystone rims. It looked like it was speeding just sitting still.

Maria snickered, ‘boys and their toys’ probably running through her head.

I got out hoping for a possible find. First good sign was it was a stick shift and a full set of analog gauges.

“Pretty sweet ride, huh?”

I turned to see the typical used car salesman, slick and smiling, young and a bit overweight. “She is nice.”

“Something you’re interested in?”

“Depends on what’s in it.”

He opened the door and looked for the hood release. I shook my head and went to the front to pop the hood.

I almost let out a ‘WOW!’ it was packed under the hood. I was looking at the beauty of mechanical engineering in front of me.

“It’s got the big V8 in it. Somebody added the blower to it so it has quite the git up and go.”

I just looked at this clueless salesman, a ‘blower’? I saw what looked like a four twenty eight, and under the hoses I saw the valve covers. Cobra Le Mans. “How many miles on it?”

He stuck his head in the car to look at the speedometer and I took the time to wipe a little dust from the supercharger bracket. A Paxton supercharger, and a stamped Ford logo on the brackets. Added a blower my ass. A1967 Shelby GT500KR with a 428 police interceptor, “Cobra Le Mans” valve covers, single carburetor, and a Paxton Supercharger.

“Hundred forty thousand.”

“Hmmm, so how much you asking?”

He rattled off a price that was a bit low even for what he thought he had, but then he PISSED ME OFF! He put out a monthly payment that even with my bad math in my head I knew he roughly tripled the price of the car.

“Oh really?” like he had my interest. I stepped to Maria, keeping myself between her and the salesman. “Start giving me a pissy look like I’m wasting money,” I whispered to her.

“Master?” she looked at me with surprise and whispered back.

I winked and made a slight nod toward the salesman.

Maria gave a fleeting grin, “How are we going to afford it?” she said in one of the whiniest voices I had ever heard. I almost lost it looking back at her.

“We can make payments.”

“And then there’s the insurance, and we still have doctors bills to pay,” turning Maya on her hip towards me.

“We might be able to work on the payments,” escort pendik the salesman said.

“See, we might be able to afford it. We can at least look at the numbers, it doesn’t hurt to look.” I gave her a wink.

“FINE, we can LOOK.”

The salesman grinned and led us back to his cubicle. He was rattling off numbers, possible payment terms, coming down on the purchase price a little, but extending the term without really reducing the payment much to increase his back end significantly.

Maria was sitting there ‘pissed’ not saying anything. “Can you put those numbers on paper so we can talk about it?”

“Sure,” grinning like we were hooked. He printed off the paperwork and flipped it around to me.

“So the full purchase price is? Like if I was going to write a check?”

He just grinned and circled a number. “If you were going to write the check that’s the number, and here’s the monthly payment,” circling another number. He was really grinning at the payments he showed me. I wonder how many times he had sold and repossessed this beauty to someone that couldn’t really afford it? Oh well, what goes around comes around!

“Okay, we’ll be right back.” I took Maria’s elbow and the paperwork and we headed back out to the van, climbing in the side door.

I grabbed my phone from the briefcase and called Chuck and explained the situation to him and what the salesman was doing.

“So what do you need from me?”

“Well I don’t have that much in the bank until we get that down payment in. You think you could talk your brother in law into floating the check for a few days?”

Chuck chuckled, “I think I could do that.”

“And Chuck.”

“Yeah?”

“I’m probably going to need a bank check and I don’t want to leave the lot and give them an opportunity to renege on the numbers.”

Chuck just laughed. I told him where I was at and was told to sit tight.

We sat there looking out at the salesman keeping an eye on us. He looked like he was going to come out and check on us.

“Maria, want to have some fun?”

“Of course Master!” pulling her top down to reveal her delicious nipple.

I shook my head, “No not quite like that. I need you to yell and scream and call me everything but a white man in Spanish.”

“Master!” her top snapping back up to cover when she let go of it almost as fast as her jaw dropped.

“We just need to buy some time.”

“Oh,” she giggled. “Okay.”

I reached for the door and nodded to her, she grinned and then let a spiel go as I opened the door. DAMN! I’d kill me too from the sounds of that.

Evidentially it was good, the salesman got bug eyed and turned back to the office.

I just leaned against the side of the van doing my best to look pissed. I waited a bit then heard the phone ring so I stepped back inside. As Maria handed me the phone, good news, the check was on the way. Of course that news was accompanied by that top being pulled down and under and her circling her nipple with her finger tip. I almost choked when she squeezed a drop to her fingers and brought it to my mouth while I was still talking to Chuck. Definitely been around Brittany too much.

A few minutes later a car pulled up on the drivers’ side of the van. I grabbed the check as we went back inside, Maria beside me still looking like she was pissed.

He met us at the door, “So what’s the verdict?”

I grinned at him as Maria was glaring at me, “We’ll take it.”

“WONDERFUL!” taking my hand to shake it. “Let’s get you over to finance to do the final paperwork and we’ll be all set.”

He walked us over to a hole in the wall office, a lovely young lady sitting behind a small mountain of paperwork. Almost too nice a looking woman for the place, decent dress and a nice bit of cleavage on a smallish chest.

“Hey Claire, Danny here is buying the Mustang.” He dropped the paperwork in front of her, pointing out the purchase price, and then the monthly payment. A look came over her face when he said the payment, but a stern look from him stopped her from saying anything.

It didn’t, however, stop me from saying anything. “I’m sorry, there seems to be a misunderstanding. I’m not financing. When I said I’d take it, I meant buy it, outright.”

The salesman looked like he was going to have a heart attack, but managed to recover. “You’d have to have certified funds for that, and I don’t think we can hold it while you go shopping for a loan.”

“Oh I quite understand,” standing up. I think he thought I was going to leave. When I merely reached inside my jacket for the bank envelope and pulled out the certified check he reached out and snatched up the phone.

There was a heated but quiet conversation before he turned back to me. “The manager will have to approve this.”

I merely nodded, and was going to sit back down when an equally if not more overweight older woman came through the door like a tornado. “What did you do now Junior?”

“Nothing, I just…” she cut him off with a hand to the face and looked at the woman behind the desk.

“This gentleman wishes to purchase the Mustang… outright.”

“For how much?”

She rattled off the low purchase price I had been quoted, then turned to me. “That price was based on financing, I don’t think we can still do that.”

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*****

The many times he was inches from her, his blood raced at thoughts of pleasing her. A small, quiet girl in the front office, Linda kept to herself, mostly. At times she would trade comments with the back shop, but usually just absorbed the rough humor that some thought funny. Sometimes she would be stressed, and he wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, but was afraid of doing something that would upset her further.

At one point, she began to have problems at home, resolving them by finding other living arrangements. Throughout he ordeal, Jake was his usual supportive self and kept her spirits up and comforted her at every opportunity. Not yet known to Linda, it also kept something of his ‘up’, too.

She wasn’t quite five foot tall, with a soft body that Jake found very hot. She always dressed comfortably, jeans and nice shirts. Her pants readily showed her small, tight butt, and a gentle swell at her belly. Jake guessed at her breast size, probably a full B-cup, not too large or small. Her short hair and round face was always smiling in a pixyish grin. If it wasn’t, Jake did his best to get her to smile, and usually did.

One day, when they were by themselves in the shop office, Jake said something to her, out of nowhere. He was looking directly into her soft brown eyes when he said, “I could fall in love with you.”

Linda didn’t hesitate in responding, “Could you, really?”

Jake’s heart fluttered and he answered, “Sure could.” And went back to work in back. His mind raced with possibilities. He had been inches from her sweet mouth, and resisted the impulse to give Linda a soft kiss. Her smile had melted his mind. What he wouldn’t give to show this wonderful person the pleasure she deserved.

Days passed, and he held the picture of her little body in his mind. He tried to imagine what she would like him to do, to please her. He imagined her coming back in the shop and wrapping her arm around his waist, holding him close for a few moments. He pictured her turning to face him and offering her partly opened mouth for a soft kiss.

His mind could taste her sweetness, feel the soft tongue exploring his mouth, as he returned the kiss. Jake’s hand would cradle her head and hold their lips together as they kissed hot. Her soft hair tangled in his fingers.

She would break the tender kiss and whisper, “I’ll see you later.” And slowly walk towards the front. Had Linda dropped her hand slightly, she would have discovered the large bulge in Jake’s jeans. It had grown to full erection during the hot exchange of tongues.

Jake was possessed of a substantial penis. It measured a full eight inches in length, and almost one and a half inches wide. Some girls he had been with actually complained that it was too big! He hoped that Linda would not find it so, should the opportunity ever arise.

What Jake wanted most, was to taste her. He was extremely fond of ‘kissing on kitty’. His pleasure derived from the release he could provide a girl with his talented tongue. Many times he would cum, just from the response of the owner of the vulva he was kissing on. He had learned early on in his sex life that most females prefer to ‘get off’ first, as most partners would jump on and cum, then roll off leaving the girl “high and dry”. Jake enjoyed seeing a girl satisfied, regardless of whether or not he was able to enter her body with his penis.

He also knew from experience, that if he should cum while ‘dining’, the next release would be prolonged for him. He would not have to rush in before he ejaculated kartal escort again. Despite his years, he was still able to regain an erection quickly, and sustain it as long as his partner needed it.

He continued to dream of Linda’s sexy little body. Especially when she wore the pants that accentuated her mound, the ones that pulled up tightly to reveal the crevice of her vulva. He pictured the soft labia yielding to his tongue, spreading to allow the inner labia to blossom and unfold like a soft pink bloom. The thought of her nectar coating the tender flesh and making her clitoris glisten with her moisture excited him greatly.

Oh, yes! He would gladly share love with this pretty little girl, if only she would let him.

One week, it finally happened.

Linda told Jake that he had to come in on Saturday, to finish a job for a customer. Jake showed up at the shop early on Saturday to find only Linda there. He started to get out his tools, when Linda came in the shop. She had on tight fitting jeans, and a smart sweater top that ended just above her pants. Jake glimpsed flashes of her soft belly as the talked. Linda moved right next to him, and touched his arm.

“Can you help me up in the office for a minute, Jake?” She asked.

“Sure!” He replied, and followed her to the front.

She led him to the large office and pushed the door closed after they entered. Jake was about to ask what she wanted when she approached and pulled his face towards hers. Linda kissed him hot, and he responded with his own tongue. Her hands roamed across his belly and down his thigh to find the growing bulge there. She took one of his hands and placed it near her mound. “Can you help me with this?” She asked, pressing her vulva against his palm.

“Hmmm, Jake! … And this is what I want you to help me with!”. She gave the massive organ a squeeze and stepped back a little. She unbuttoned her sweater top and freed her aching breasts. She wore no bra to cover or hide her sweet charms. Her tiny nipples were erect and her face and neck flushed with desire.

Jake bent to take her stiffened nipples in his mouth, and rolled them with his tongue as his fingers sought out the zipper of her jeans. Linda pulled in her belly and helped loosen the tight denim garment. Jake slid the jeans down her pale thighs, exposing her thin black panties. High cut, they covered little more than her puffy mound, which, Jake observed was damp with nectar.

He inhaled deeply, filling his senses with the heavy musk of her aroused sex. It was heavenly. A thick, rich scent, pungent and sweet at the same time, he kissed her mound through the thin cloth. Linda moaned softly and gently pulled his mouth tighter to her kitty. Jake couldn’t wait to taste her juices.

He rolled her panties down to reveal a light brown patch of fur over her swollen vulva. Her fluids were literally dripping from the cleft between the soft outer labia. At the first touch of his tongue’s tip, the folds parted and Linda’s inner labia did bloom as he had hoped. A beautiful flower with the erect bud glistening at the top of the rose colored crease. It was Jake’s turn to moan softly as he savored the flavor of Linda’s treasure box.

“Hmmm, Linda you taste so good!” He sighed while returning to his feast of her nectar. Her hips thrust into his face as he stimulated her clitoris with the flat of his tongue. “I could kiss on this all day!” He exclaimed when he came away for a breath.

“Oh …. God …. Ohmigod … N .. Noooo!! ..I ..I’mmmm …cummmmmmingggg!” Linda cried out as her belly contracted and flushed her vagina with her girl-cum. The thick fluid ran from her body and down her thighs, maltepe escort bayan covering Jake’s face as well. He drank from her sweet fountain hungrily, making her body shake intensely. Her balance suffered and she fell back into the oversized leather chair near the desk.

Not certain if she would accept it, Jake offered his mouth to kiss her. She hesitated at knowing where he had just been, but was curious enough to try. She tasted herself on his lips, finding it interesting if not exhilarating. Greedily she thrust her tongue deep into Jake’s mouth and kissed him hot. Her fingers soon found his shirt buttons and started to undress him.

Jake stood before her and finished removing his shirt and T-shirt. Linda marveled at the number of his tattoos covering his arms and back. He kicked off his boots and unbuckled his jeans, but when he reached for the zipper, Linda put her hand on his.

“Let me?” She asked.

Jake removed his hand and let Linda open her ‘present’. She lowered the zipper and peeled down the heavy cloth. It was obvious that Jake wore no underwear, as his belly appeared immediately. Expecting thick hair, Linda was surprised by the thin, trimmed fur above his penis. When the engorged flesh was freed from its confines and bounced up to slap against Jake’s belly she was even more shocked to find no hair at all on the sides and bottom of his penis. His testicles were also shaved smooth, which intrigued Linda.

“I … I’ve never seen one shaved!” She exclaimed as she examined the throbbing flesh. A full eight inches long, the crown a deep purple and the large veins accentuated by the fact that there was no obstructing fur.

“My God!!” She gasped. “That thing is huge! I .. I don’t know if it will even go in me!” She looked down at her small vulva as she spoke. She tried to wrap her small fingers around it and couldn’t! A large drop of clear pre-cum oozed from the tiny hole in the tip to which she lowered her mouth and took it with her tongue. Slowly, she placed her lips around the crown and laved it with her tongue. Not daring more than a couple of inches, she gently sucked on the upper end and pushed the foreskin back with her teeth.

Jake moaned as she did this, wanting to give her more of it, but not wanting to make her choke, he held back. His gentle touch on her shoulders and neck made her more at ease, gradually she managed to get about half of the penis in her mouth. As Jake felt the heat rising in his groin he pulled her gently away, suggesting that he take care of her, now.

“Here, Linda. Let me sit there.” He told her. She rose from the soft chair and changed places with him. He sat low in the chair with his butt resting on the edge. Linda needed no instructions and straddled his thighs with her short legs. Jake held his penis upright as she brought her vulva over it. She held the puffy flesh apart while she lowered herself. She gasped as the crown split her vagina and slowly expanded her opening.

“It …It’s so hot! … So big! … Ohhhh, Jake!” She moaned as she slid her tight kitty over the ridge under the crown. She paused and took in more, the pulled up before sliding further. Slowly letting her body adjust to his size, she continued her up and down movements until her belly rested on his. Breathing hard and remaining motionless, the realisation that she had all of him inside her mad he quiver.

“Ohmigod! …. It ..It’s in me! … Sooo full!! … Ahhh, Jaaake!” She groaned.

“You are so tight, Linda!” He exclaimed. “And so hot! .. I can feel your heartbeat, too!”

Linda rolled her hips experimentally, feeling the tip of Jake’s penis rubbing against her cervix. She couldn’t escort pendik remember ever having anything that deep inside her body. Enjoying the fullness and the gentle company, she slowly fucked herself on Jake. He had made her realise that she was in charge, that this was for her enjoyment, more than anything else.

Suddenly she got off, surprising Jake when his penis slapped wetly against his belly. Her vulva was swollen and red, glistening with her juices. She turned quickly and bent over the side of the desk with her legs spread.

“Put it back in, Jake! .. Fill me up! … Make it cum!” She commanded.

Jake stood and lined up with her pulsing vagina. The recent lubrication allowed for him to impale her in one swift stroke. She gripped the desk with both hands and cried out as hid testicles slapped her clitoris.

“Oh, Yes! … That’s it! .. Now, fuck me, Jake! … Ohgodpleasssse ….FUCK ME!!” Her words came sharply, with need and desire mixed. She needed to feel the massive penis filling her vagina, she wanted to feel the hot fluids from his body deep inside hers, she wanted to feel loved.

Jake grabbed her by the waist above her hips and started thrusting long and slow. Pulling almost all the way out of Linda’s tight, wet vagina before plunging back in. He could see the swollen labia gripping his penis as he withdrew and being pushed inwards as he thrust back. Linda also pushed each time he reinserted his penis, meeting each of his motions with her own.

Neither spoke in the quiet room, all that could be heard was the wet slurping of Linda’s vulva and the slap of Jake’s belly against her butt. The rhythm grew faster and Linda began to moan as her belly started to tighten up. Jake responded by thrusting faster and harder. He reached around Linda and touched her senitive clitoris and she started to cum hard.

“JAAAAAKKKE! …. Ohmigod!!!! …. Cum …CCCUUUUMMMMIIIINNNGG!!!!” She screamed as she bucked against his body, holding him deep and tight.

“Oh! … Damn … Llinnndaaaaa! .. here ..I ….oshityeah ….CUMMMM!!!” Jake shouted as the fire flew though him and burst forth to fill her vagina. Jets of his hot semen pulsed and washed deep into her tiny body. He filled her belly with his essence to overflowing. The mixture of their fluids ran down their thighs and coated his belly and her butt.

Jake held on to Linda and fell backwards into the chair, driving his penis even deeper into Linda. He grunted and she screamed as another cum wave coursed through her belly. Jake wrapped his arms around Linda’s waist and kissed the back of her neck as they regained their breath and their hearts returned to regular beating.

Linda could feel his still erect penis pulsing in her belly as the fluids cooled and ran out of her vulva, soaking the chair. She dismounted and laughed at the puddle they had made, then went to get towels to clean up the mess. Remaining naked, she raced across the hall to get some, and when she returned Jake pulled her to him. Her kitty was dripping his cum and her nectar. The scent was intense as he extended his tongue. Linda stood still in amazement as Jake started to clean her kitty with his mouth. The warmth rebuilt in her belly as his tongue worked into her vagina and scooped out their combined fluids.

Her hips bucked and she came again, giving Jake more of her sweet juice to devour. She had to push away from the intense feelings, then gazed at Jake’s semi-rigid penis, also coated with their essence. She knelt between his feet and took his slippery penis in her fingers and slowly licked the glistening liquid from it. Her soft brown eyes were a reflection of the satisfaction she felt, and the desire to please Jake as much as he had pleased her.

“We taste pretty good, together, don’t we?” He asked.

“Sure do!” Linda replied, smiling and returning to her task.

They shared love several times that day, agreeing that weekend work wasn’t so bad, after all.

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Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, but it’s all in good fun, I swear.

*****

Previously, on Senior Year Memories: As a favor to his favorite teacher, Mrs. Lynn, 18-year-old nerd Ryan Collins took on some extracurricular history tutoring in the first week of senior year. Ryan was dismayed to find out his first tutoring assignment was Kaitlyn Pruitt, a childhood friend who’d grown into a mean girl and a royal bitch. A very sexy mean girl, but still a mean girl. Trying to get out of tutoring to attend a party, Kaitlyn attempted to bribe him with a handjob. Seeing his giant cock, though, led to some steamy sex where Ryan lost his virginity, and the two old friends may have created a new bond that promised an interesting senior year.

***

I’d heard it said that after you lose your virginity, the whole world looks different to you. There’s supposed to be a spring in your step, a brand new energy you can’t quite explain, a beautiful sense of knowing that the world isn’t that bad if it’s possible to know that kind of pleasure.

For the weekend after Kaitlyn and I first had sex, I knew that feeling well. I was on top of the fucking world, and it felt like not even god himself could’ve knocked me down from that high perch.

That feeling lasted until about Monday, when it was replaced by intense fucking paranoia. Now, I’ve had classmates on my ass my entire life, so I know what it’s like to have people snickering and having it out for me. It only takes a year of running from Regan Hills’ resident raging asshole, epic bully and king of the school because he’s a fucking star football player Kyle Bowman to grow a set of eyes in the back of your head.

That’s how when I started seeing them everywhere.

Girls.

Watching me. Eying me from a distance. Girls who’d go out of their way to ignore my existence not even a few days ago, looking at me, smiling, some of them I think even licking their lips. Some of the hottest girls in school, popular girls, girls whose social circles I was practically entire solar systems away from. I was probably reading too much into this, probably overthinking things, but it was hard to ignore Kaitlyn’s words.

“Regan Hills High is pretty much fucking slut central.”

Did Kaitlyn tell them? Did she leak to her friends what we’d done and, well, tell them about my cock? I mean, we fucked close to four times that day (and even managed to get some tutoring in too, believe it or not), I wouldn’t doubt that she might’ve bragged about it a little, but I could’ve sworn that she’d keep it under wraps that she had sex with a nerd like me. God knows I’d kept it under wraps.

After all, no one would believe me.

Also, I had pretty much no one to tell so they wouldn’t believe me; that was also a problem.

Or could they just sense it, like lions on the prowl? Is there just something about me, something they could smell that says I’d had sex, and that I had a big cock?

No, no, it had to be Kaitlyn.

At first it was just weird, like Brianna Roth dropping her pen and asking me to pick it up, giving me the perfect view up her skirt as she parted her legs slightly, or a group of cheerleaders looking at me and giggling when we passed in the halls. When these things happened, I kinda thought I was going crazy. However, when Haley Campbell brushed her hand over my cock “accidentally” while passing by during PE, and Rose Ferris did exactly the same thing “accidentally” in the school lunch line, I knew it wasn’t just paranoia, and that something was happening.

Now, normally you’d think, hey, I’m a red-blooded American teenage boy, I should be all over this, but I wasn’t. I was still trying to figure out what sex with Kaitlyn meant, and having all these other girls looking at me like I was a piece of meat was just, well, weird. I shouldn’t have been scared by this, but I kind of was. Scared and excited, for sure, but confused even in the excitement.

I needed an escape, needed a place to get my head on straight. Normally that meant I’d go have lunch in Mrs. Lynn’s room, but she wasn’t in when I went looking. Wanting a place that not a single popular girl was likely to find me, I went to the only place I knew that I could find an escape.

The library.

Save for the cute blonde library aide Marie who eyed me occasionally through her horn-rimmed glasses but otherwise left me be, I was alone in my quiet corner. Alone enough that I could pull out my phone, ignoring the library’s “No Phones” rule, and text Kaitlyn.

Me: Have you told anyone about what happened?

Kaitlyn: What? That you’re tutoring me?

The emoji she sent was one of pure innocence, which told me everything I needed to know.

Me: Why’d you tell?

Kaitlyn: Why not? I told you you got a gift that’s gotta be shared with the world. I’m just helpin that kartal escort along.

Kaitlyn: Why, you think we got somethin special going on? That I wanted to keep you to myself or somethin?

In all honesty, I hadn’t really thought of what I’d call the two of us. I knew the two of us weren’t, like, together or anything, but further than that, I hadn’t put a lot of thought into what we were. Having occasional filthy and fucking awesome sex, but more than that?

Me: Don’t know what to think.

Kaitlyn: Well, far as I’m concerned, I’m not lookin for a boyfriend right now, but steady sex I can live with. You and me fuck when we can, and I’m happy, but really you gotta get out more. See what school’s got. Some of my friends, they wanna find out too.

Me: So, what, you’re like my pimp?

Kaitlyn: Pimp would mean I got paid. Call it an almost-friend with benefits? One of those benefits bein that I help you get laid with other girls too?

Me: This is fucking weird, you know that, right?

Kaitlyn: I know, ain’t it great?

Kaitlyn: Also, tell someone. Secrets aren’t as fun unless someone else knows.

I waited for more, but that’s all she had to say.

So Kaitlyn had been telling people, which at least explained how weird things had been around school, but didn’t tell me what I should do next. She wanted me to have sex with anyone who offered it by the sounds of it, which was a fine plan if I could pull something like that off, but it wasn’t like girls were throwing themselves at me or anything.

At least, not as far as I could see. Not yet, anyway.

And she wanted me to tell someone? Who the fuck would I tell? Dad? If he were around, he’d have loved to hear that I’d gotten laid, but first he’d have to be around, and second, well, talking to Dad about stuff like this would’ve been weird. I had a few friends, not many, but people who might’ve been interested to know… or not, depending on the friend.

No, I had to keep this to myself. I couldn’t stand anyone laughing in my face if I told them, and also… I knew that Kaitlyn thought that secrets were best shared, but I thought, at least this one, had a certain power holding it close to my chest. If I didn’t tell anyone I was close to, then it was mine for just a little longer, and if it was mine, then it never had to run away from me.

Speaking of mine…

Looking over one shoulder, then the other, I opened the ‘SENIOR YEAR MEMORIES’ folder Kaitlyn created in my phone, looking over the two selfies she took, both of us naked, one picture of just the head of my cock in her pussy, the other of my cock all the way in. Kaitlyn’s face was one of pure bliss and pleasure, far friendlier than she’d ever been to me before we started fucking when she was just a stuck up bitch. Seeing her like this was a look I could’ve gotten used to…

“Hey, whatcha got there?”

The voice belonged to another welcome face, just one that wasn’t all that welcome at this exact moment.

“Nothing!” I said, quickly swiping the album closed and shoving the phone in my pocket.

“Nothing, huh? That’s a pretty urgent nothing,” Tori McNeil mused, sitting opposite me at the table.

If pressed to name my best friend, Tori would’ve been the only contender, easily. I’d known her since before I could remember, and all told she hadn’t changed much in the entire time I’d known her. Ever since we played in the sandbox she was a tomboy who could beat me or pretty much any other boy in a fight, and, well, that hadn’t really changed. True, now she was taller, slender and lithe with that classic redhead complexion, pale skin, freckles on her arms and cheeks, bright blue eyes and a mop of curly red hair that fell about her shoulders. She still wore the same slightly-baggy overalls and long-sleeved tie-dyed shirts that covered her frame, but I knew she’d grown up. There’d been times I was convinced we were destined to be together if just out of lack of options, but she’d always had a more active social life. That she was out and proud bi and told me she preferred girls generally, also never helped my case, but it did make it fun when we’d girl watch together.

“What, you hunt me down just so you could be a bitch?” I joked.

“Me? Never! No, I hunted you down so I could make you my bitch,” she joked back.

“Well, you caught me, oh no, whatever will I do?” I fired back, sarcastically.

“Well, I got a pretty good strap-on at home, we could see how much of that you can take,” she said without missing a beat.

I was going to laugh before I realized she was probably right; not long after she turned 18 last May, she got a summer job working at a sex toy store the next town over. Her insane stories of working the store were pretty much my only highlights of the summer.

“Pass,” I said.

“Awww, you’re no fun,” Tori said.

“I’ve been told this.”

“By me.”

“And others.”

“That’d normally indicate a problem, you know?”

“I’m all about problems,” I said.

“So I’ve heard,” Tori said mysteriously.

I gulped. Had she kartal escort bayan heard? Tori didn’t travel in the same social circles as Kaitlyn or any of her friends, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have heard; Tori was on the school paper and loved to keep an ear to the ground for gossip.

“Oh?” I asked, noncommittally.

“Yeah,” Tori said, leaning in close across the table. “Kyle’s looking to make an impression to kick off senior year, go out with a bang, I think, and he’s been looking for an easy target.”

“Me?” I asked. This was hardly a surprise, but still unwelcome news.

“You got it,” Tori said, tapping the side of her nose.

“Thanks for the warning,” I asked.

“Actually, that wasn’t the only reason I came looking for you,” Tori said, flashing her large, toothy smile. It’s the kind of smile that lights up a room, one of pure joy, and she’d always known she could use it to butter me up to do pretty much anything.

“What do you want?” I sighed.

Tori pouted. “Well, if you’re gonna be a dick about it…”

“Sorry, I won’t be a dick, just not in the mood for games today,” I said.

“Fine, then I’ll cut to the chase. The school newspaper’s low on reporters and Nadia put the word out for us to look for the best writers we could find, saying we’d be off her shit list for a whole month if we got her some solid talent. Since I don’t know any great writers and you’re the closest I’ve got, I thought I’d hit you up, see if you were interested,” Tori said, amused.

“High praise,” I said, flipping her off.

“Seriously, though, you should try out. I think you’d really kick ass. And you and me together? Come on, what a way to end high school, right?” Tori said.

She was right, it would be fun. Aside from tutoring for Mrs. Lynn, and whatever the fuck was going on with Kaitlyn and me (some of which actually was tutoring), I didn’t have many extracurriculars going on. It would cut into my time at home, and I wouldn’t be able to play as many games as I liked, but…

“Sure, what the hell,” I said.

“Now that’s the pushover Ryan I know and love!” Tori exclaimed. She looked embarrassed when Marie loudly hushed us, then we both wound up covering our mouths to hold the laughter in. Tori got up from her seat, wrapping her arms around my neck in a hug and rocking me back and forth.

“Thanks man, I really owe you,” Tori said, then grabbing a seat next to me. “So how’s your day goin’?”

Now, if I was going to tell her, this would’ve been the perfect time to do it. She gave me an intro, I’d just done her a favor, I could probably just get in, tell her my crazy story, let her disbelieve me, and then back it up with the ‘SENIOR YEAR MEMORIES’ pictures to prove what had happened.

I could’ve done this, but I didn’t, because I was scared, and I still wanted this to be mine.

“Oh, you know, same old, same old,” I said.

***

I was riding my bicycle home after school when the car honked behind me. I waved it past. It honked again. I waved again. I wasn’t hogging the road, and they easily could’ve pulled around me if they wanted to; why’d they have to be such an asshole?

It pulled up alongside me.

“Hey, you’re Ryan, right? Need a ride?” the driver asked.

I slowed and put my foot down, balancing on the bike as I took in the driver.

If you were to try running a search for “blonde bimbo cheerleader,” a picture of Brooke King was probably going to be one of the first results you’d pick up. Slender and spunky and full of energy, she was an 18-year-old Regan Hills High School cheerleader, and one of Kaitlyn’s best friends. While most of Kaitlyn’s friends were about as cruel as she was, or, had been before I started screwing her, Brooke was never one of the ones making fun of me, probably just because I wasn’t worth her time. She was cute and sweet and not exactly the brightest bulb in the circuit, to put it mildly, but I didn’t hold her as being any better or worse than all the other popular kids who never gave me the time of day.

“I’m fine,” I said, picking up pedaling again. She kept pace beside me, slowly.

“Awww, come on, it’s a hot day out and I totally got a nice ride! Like, air conditioning and everything! Even got a bike rack on the back!” she said. Her voice was high and kind of grating, but it wasn’t unkind.

“I’m fine,” I repeated.

“Awww, like, why not?” Brooke asked.

“You do know this is the first time you’ve ever really talked to me?” I asked.

“Hey, we’ve talked before!” Brooke said defensively.

“Asking me for a pencil and then complaining that I gave you the wrong pencil is not exactly what I’d call talking,” I said.

“But, but, we said things to each other! That’s, like, talking, right?” Brooke shot back.

I laughed. If she actually paid attention in any class, she might’ve made a good lawyer one day.

“Not really,” I said, pedaling a little harder. This was turning out to be pretty pointless, since it didn’t take much for her to keep up with me in her little, stylish, and, yes, of course escort kartal pink hatchback.

“You really don’t want a ride?” Brooke pouted.

“It’s really not that much further,” I said, trying to soften the blow.

“But, but, Kaitlyn told me that you got a cock and a tongue that don’t quit, and I swear, I’m, like, totally better at sex than she is,” Brooke said.

That made me stop. Brooke shot past me for a few feet, then braked and backed up to meet me.

“What?” I asked.

“Yeah, let me give you a ride, and we can go to my house and I’ll, like, totally destroy your cock,” Brooke said, smiling sweetly.

“You will?” I asked.

“Totally,” Brooke confirmed.

So Kaitlyn really was pimping me out to her slutty cheerleader friends. Never in my life had I dreamed that something this completely insane would happen, but here it was, happening. What mattered now was how I handled it.

“Okay,” I said.

“Yay, sweet!” Brooke exclaimed.

I rolled my bike up to rack on the back of her car, then took the passenger seat, getting a good long look at Brooke for the first time in, well, ever.

She was short and petite, dressed in the Regan Hills High School Pumas’ cheerleader outfit of white knee socks, short blue skirt and a long-sleeved, tight white top with our school’s initials and mascot face on it. I figured she must’ve just come from practice, but with Brooke it felt entirely possible she might’ve just worn this every day. For her size, her legs were long and lean, a tight gymnast’s body. It meant she had small breasts, an A cup, maybe B, but the flare of her hips gave her an incredibly round ass. Her face was utterly cute, with round blushing cheeks, a small, perky smile shining with lip gloss, sparkling green eyes, and a pixie-ish, upturned nose. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was kept in a pair of messy pigtails.

Yeah, she was a bimbo cheerleader, but for what we wanted to do, that wasn’t all bad.

Her driving, though, that was pretty bad. She shot off down the street fast enough to press me back into my seat, pumping up her radio to a local pop station so loud I thought my ears were going to bleed. She was talking at a mile a minute, but since I couldn’t hear her over the music, I was forced to yell.

Laughing, she turned the volume down. “Sorry, don’t like my tunes? Lotta guys don’t. But it’s okay if you’re wrong, nobody’s perfect. Like you. I wouldn’t have thought to look at you before or anything because, like, you’re not that hot or ugly or anything like that, but when Kaitlyn said you were like some sex prodigy with a huge cock I just knew I had to get in on that.”

“Sex prodigy?” I asked. I knew that Kaitlyn seemed to have a good time with me, but I wouldn’t have gone so far as to believe she’d call me something like that. It was flattering, but it was sure as hell unexpected from someone who’d been around as much as Kaitlyn.

“Yeah, and she knows sex. I do too. So can I, like, see your cock?” she asked, looking down at my stiffening jeans.

“Shouldn’t you be looking at the road?” I asked.

“Don’t worry, I’m, like, super-good at multitasking,” she said, looking down at my pants and licking her lips. I didn’t really believe her, but it seemed like she’d be just as bad a driver if I had my cock in my pants as she would be if I whipped it out, so I unzipped my fly and pulled out my hardening, ten inch cock.

“Holy crap, that’s huge!” Brooke said.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“I don’t know if that’s gonna fit in my cute, tight little pussy. Wanna see it?” she asked, slamming on the brakes as we got to a stop sign.

“Uh, sure,” I said.

“Yay!” Brooke said again, hiking up her skirt to reveal her frilly, hot pink underwear. With deft fingers, she pulled the crotch of her panties aside, revealing a pink pussy every bit as cute and tight as Brooke herself was. I wasn’t surprised in the slightest that she’d shaved her pale blonde pubes into a heart that pointed right down at her cunt lips.

“Pretty sweet, huh?” she said, playing with the lips as she giggled.

“Yeah,” I said.

Reaching over, she grabbed my cock, rubbing the head and coaxing a drop of precum from the tip and smearing it around with her thumb playfully. I took a sharp breath in as she started to jack me enthusiastically.

“Come on, finger me while I drive. I can probably, like, cum by the time we make it to my place,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling it to her pussy lips. I didn’t think that it was all that smart an idea, while she was driving, but it’s hard to say no to a girl when she’s jacking your cock, especially when she’s doing it as expertly as Brooke was. I dove in, running my fingers up and down her moist slit, curling two of them inside as she giggled and cooed, driving even faster now as we masturbated each other.

“Oh yeah, fuck me with your fingers, fuck me with your fingers, right there, like that,” she directed, her voice getting higher as I fucked them in and out of her, circling her engorged clit with my thumb.

I don’t know if I felt more fear or eroticism as we pleasured each other while she drive to her house, but it’s probably a miracle we made it there when we did. Still, we did make it, pulling into the empty driveway of a suburban house in one of Regan Hills’ more expensive residential districts.

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You step out of the shower, your skin glistening and wet and she is standing there, towel in hand to help you dry off. She wears a short silk robe and a smile as she moves slowly towards you, her bare feet padding on the floor, mopping up small splashes of water that have escaped to jewel the wood.

She starts by drying your shoulders, arms and hands, slow strokes of the towel soft against your skin as she rubs you gently, a slight pressure on one shoulder turning you so that you face away from her, the strokes of the towel moving across your neck, your shoulder blades, down your spine, sending an erotic tingle into your core. You feel yourself start to rise then, the blood starting to slowly engorge you as she continues to dry you, moving to the small of your back, down, your waist being caressed by her hands under the towel, and then moving lower still.

The feel of her hands covered in the soft material increases your arousal as you stand there being slowly, tantalisingly, caressed and dried. She moves lower still, her hands fondling your buttocks as she dries them, sliding over their firmness and moving to your thighs. She does each leg in turn, starting at the top and working down, the towel lightly brushing your balls as she dries between your legs, each foot being dried carefully so as not to tickle.

She has crouched behind you as she has been drying your legs, and now she turns you with a gentle pressure, kneeling on the floor as you turn to face her, your fully erect prick bobbing with your movement, your balls tightening as your arousal heightens, her gaze on your hardness showing her desire for you and making you want to push her to the floor and thrust into her right then and there. She can see this going through your mind as she dries your shins, your thighs, your hips, the fluff of the towel stroking your balls again as she dries around them.

Leaning towards you as she dries you, she blows gently on your balls, setting up a delicious ripple of movement as the skin puckers at the chill of her breath on your moist flesh, your prick twitching at her closeness brushes her cheek as she leans in towards you sending shivers up your spine. She pulls away, kissing the tip of your hardness and you want her to take you in her mouth, but she moves away, continuing to dry you.

Slowly she eases herself from her kneeling position, leaning in towards you as she stands, letting you drink in the soft, sweet smell of her, the hint of muskiness indicating that she is not unmoved by the feel and sight of you as you stand there naked, erect, desirous of her body. She dries your torso, standing closer, her hot breath on the skin of your chest hardening your nipples as she caresses the towel over your near-dry skin, the heat of your lust evaporating the moisture.

When you are completely dry, she wraps another, dry towel round your waist, tucking it in with practiced fingers and leads you out of the bathroom to the bedroom she has prepared while you were in the shower.

Candles crowd on the surface of the dresser, their faint flickering light giving the room a sensual feel, more candles adding to the light floating in a bowl of rose petals sitting on the bedside table. A bottle of sweet oil catches their light as it flickers through its yellow-tinted contents. Crystals dangle on fine threads above the candles, spinning slowly and throwing prisms of light around the room in an unending dance of light and she leads you through this shrine to sensuality and lays you on the bed, covered by a soft, white fleece throw.

She bids you lie on your front, your head resting on your hands as she slides herself onto the bed, moving to kneel beside your prone body, your head facing away from her. You feel the slide of silk against your skin as she slowly leans over you to caress your skin with her hands, the feel of her flesh on yours sending an electric tingle through all your nerves. You shift your hips to ease the pressure against your hardness as it stirs kartal escort under you and feel the material of the towel you are still wrapped in brush against the swollen glans eliciting another tingle of pleasure. She notices your slight discomfort and moves to release the towel from round you, easing it out from under you, but leaving it draped over your buttocks. The fleece is softer against your skin, caressing you as you settle onto it, as she caresses your back with her soft hands.

Her hands stop their stroking and she moves to the bedside table, removing the stopper from the bottle of oil and pouring some into the cup of her hand. Replacing the bottle, she rubs her hands together, slicking them both with oil, then moves to the foot of the bed. She picks up one of your feet, massaging it gently, oiling it, then increasing the pressure of her hands to ease all the muscles. She works on both feet, changing when one is done, and repeating her ministrations on the other. She moves slowly, sliding up your calves, re-oiling her hands when they need it, pressing the flesh under her stiff fingers, moving up each leg in turn, over the calves, caressing the backs of your knees, kneading your thighs then splaying her fingers over them. She does each leg in turn, then goes back to your ankles and works one hand up each leg, in long strokes, standing behind you to give even pressure.

Her hands grip your legs, a gentle grip as she works over your thighs, her thumbs touching as she runs them up your thighs, right to the top, under the towel, thumbs following the crease between your legs and your buttocks, sliding into the gap you create as you part your legs. The tips brush against your balls, a light touch that is swiftly removed as she slides her thumbs back along the crease. She drags her hands smoothly all the way back down to your ankles, then moves onto the bed, crawling up the length of your legs, hers on either side of yours, her silk robe dragging delicious coolness over your skin.

She puts more oil on her hands as she moves to sit astride you, sitting astride your hips, her thighs squeezing you as she leans to rub her hands over you in long strokes, oiling your whole back and neck before her hands start pressing into your flesh, kneading at your muscles, working down your spine and sending shivers through you. Her movement as she rubs the oil into you makes you move against your hardness as it lies against your belly, trapped by your weight and hers, the core of it moving under the skin, teasing you. She works slowly, sensuously, massaging you, teasing you until she has finished with your back and neck.

Slowly, she moves her weight off you, and motions you to turn over, holding the towel over you as you turn, placing it gently back over your hardness as she moves to sit astride you again, your hardness pressing into her through the towel. Her movements continue as slowly and sensuously as before, although you can see her nipples stiffen through the thin film of her robe as she feels your prick pushing against her. She slicks your chest with oil, her movement rocking her hips on top of you and you want the material not to be there so you could push yourself inside her.

Her hands move across your chest, massaging, the movement of her hips teasing, and you watch her as she moves, the front of her robe open to her navel covering her breasts but allowing your eyes to hungrily move over the flesh between them. She knows where you are looking and moves her hands to flick gently at your nipples with her thumbs, sending a tingling deep inside you. You move your hands to her thighs, sliding them over the silk, pushing it aside to put your hot hands on her skin. The silk falls away from her skin, sliding easily, widening the gap at the front and leaving her only covered by the silk tie, hanging in front and obscuring her slit from view. She sits upright, her weight grinding you into her, the towel preventing you from feeling her skin against yours.

She maltepe escort bayan drags her hands back down to your stomach as she sits up, the pressure lessening as she lifts her hands so only her fingers trail over you, round your belly button and sending a fluttering through your stomach at her touch. You grip her thighs tighter, but not too tight as her fingers stray down to the edge of the towel and you move your thumbs in towards the centre. She moves her thumbs under the edge of the towel, sliding them down into the rough hair, down either side of your swollen prick, easing her weight off you to allow her hands passage. Her thumbs press into your skin, tangling in your hair as the fingers tease along the edge of it, neither hand touching your hardness, teasing you with their closeness.

With her weight off you, she moves further down, easing herself back to sit on the tops of your thighs, the slight pressure of her felt through the towel by your balls as they rest against her. Your hands continue to stroke at her thighs, thumbs going closer to her core as she eases the towel off you, lifting her weight once more to slide it all the way off, your hardness revealed to her. She moves back into position on you, your balls now resting on the sash of her robe as it hangs between her legs and you move it out of the way, feeling her wetness kiss against you. You can see her nipples harden more, pressing against the prison of silk they are held behind, and you reach to the sash of her robe once more, untying it and opening her up to full view.

She moves her hands once more, sliding them through your rough hair till they meet around your swollen prick, wrapping around it, sliding over the soft skin, exploring the feeling of moving the skin over your hard core of lust. Your thumbs move in once more, unhindered by the silk, your fingers straying over the soft skin of her thighs as you slide your thumbs in towards her. She leans back slightly, and you see her wetness, slick and shiny, her desire for you evident. She slides herself back up your legs till her thighs rest on your hips once more, her hot core pushing against the base of your hardness, her hands pressing you against her as she uses the flat of her hands to stroke you against her, moving her hips to rub herself on you, her clit sliding over you and feeling like a hot bud against you. You press your thumbs past your hardness, past her smooth skin to feel the wetness that is slicking your balls as she moves against them.

A slight moan escapes her lips as she writhes on you, moving herself to allow you access to her desire, and you accept the invitation, pressing into her, sliding in, your thumb feeling the heat of her, the muscles clamping round you as her hands grip you in response, pulling you away from her clit and into the embrace of her hands. She strokes your hardness, her hands travelling along your whole length, fingers rubbing over the rim, sliding on your pre-cum over the head, then easing down again, trailing your moistness down with her fingers. You move your other hand from where it is resting to cup one of her breasts, the feel of your hand on her there making her arch her back, pushing herself against your hand and you tease her hard nipple between your finger and thumb, as you slide your other thumb out of her wetness, then back in.

She sits upright again, straightening her back and looking you in the eye as she starts to bend forward. You have to remove your thumb from inside her and you move to cup her other breast, but she catches your hand as it moves, her fingers wrapping round your wrist and guiding your thumb to her mouth, her lips parting to take your thumb between them, her tongue snaking out to lick at her juices on it, then sliding your thumb between her lips, your fingers caressing her cheeks as she sucks your thumb, licking at it inside her mouth while her other hand strokes you.

Releasing your thumb, she bends further towards you, easing escort pendik herself up so her wetness slicks the base of your prick and she bends to kiss you. Your tongues meet and you taste the sweetness of her wetness on hers as they twine round each other in a dance of lust. Your hands move to ease the silk from her shoulders and she releases your hardness from her fingers to slide her arms out, moving her wetness to take their place, folding the petals of those soft, sweet lips around you, kissing your prick, sliding over it as your mouths sate their hunger for one another. Her hands go to your chest, teasing your nipples and you return the favour, taking the swollen tips between your fingers, squeezing gently.

She slides herself further up your length, trailing her wetness across your hardness till you feel the head of your prick brush past her hot little clit and in towards her wet, waiting desire. She holds you there, right at the entrance to her core, savouring the feeling of your hot flesh pressed against her own, pulsing and twitching as your arousal deepens, almost alive. You want to be in her right then, that instant, but she teases you by rubbing against you, sliding you over the entrance and not letting you push into her.

Almost suddenly, in one fluid movement, she moves her hips, sliding herself over you, around you and you feel yourself enter her, muscles tightening round you as she slides herself onto the full length of you, only stopping when you feel your head reach her limits and she is fully against you, her clit buried in the hair at the base of your prick. You want to stay there for a moment, savouring the feeling of being inside her, but she slides herself up your length again till you nearly come out, pausing before sliding you in to the hilt again. She breaks the kiss and sits upright on you once more, rocking against you, rubbing her clit on the root of your desire, flicking the head with the other small nub of flesh deep within her core.

The sensation is delicious and you want more and so does she as she continues to grind herself against you, her passions rising. You can feel her want to orgasm, the tightening of her round you gripping you, squeezing your hardness, but she stops grinding and starts to slide up and down you, the change of movement making her imminent orgasm abate until she is ready for it. She slides to your tip, then engulfs you again, muscles tugging on the flesh as you are driven deep into her, your hips rising to meet her, thrusting yourself inside her. Your deep thrusting into her awakens a depth of lust you never thought possible, the sensuous massage heightening all your senses towards this point, making you desire her, want her, need her and your need is translated into your thrusts, your hands moving to her hips to pull her onto you with every thrust, relaxing as she slides off only to pull her onto you once more.

You feel yourself become harder inside her, lengthening, thickening as your orgasm approaches. She feels it too and starts grinding against you once more, rubbing her clit against you outside, rubbing that other nub of flesh on the head of your swollen prick inside her. You feel her rapidly approaching orgasm as she begins to grind faster, gripping your thickness tighter inside her as you feel yourself want to come, the hot juices rising through the core of your prick almost tantalisingly slowly, then faster as you feel your nerves all start to tingle, exploding deep within her with one final thrust, her orgasm coming moments later as she feels your desire pour into her, your prick twitching as it releases its cargo of lust deep within her pulsating core.

As your orgasms subside, she sinks slowly to your chest, your lips meeting in a satisfied kiss, soft, with no urgency about it now, just a mute way of telling her how good you feel, how much she has sated your lusts, quelled the fires deep within you. For now you just want to lie there with her wrapped around you, the candles still bathing you both in that sensuous glow, glistening off your slicked skins, both of you knowing that this is just the start, there is more to come, and you will satisfy each other till after the last candle has guttered out, your passion needing no light to kindle it.

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By the time I was twenty years old a number of things had occured in my life to more or less mess me up in the head and I had a string of years that were rather self-destructive. This is an example of one of my less-than-stellar moments.

I had been twenty-one for a couple months and was doing my part to keep the profits up at the Jack Daniels distillery. My favorite drink was the JD Long Island Iced Tea and I had no problem putting them away. I’d spent this particular hot summer night at a bar along the Sacramento River and that meant there were a lot of boats coming and going at the bar.

I like boats.

Around ten o’clock this charming man who reminded me of a particular older actor came along and bought me a drink and struck up a conversation with me. That went on until just after eleven when he asked me if I’d like to go someplace quieter, like his boat. Oh, yeah, I wanted to see the boat and thought at the time that leaving the bar whilst shitfaced and alone with a man I’d just met to go see his boat was a FANTASTIC idea!

We literally walked out the door of the bar and then down the pier to his boat and he introduced me to a very beautiful cabin cruiser. I don’t recall how I got on the boat but I imagine it was a sight to behold. He cast off and we headed up the river some ways (maybe escort bostancı thirty minutes upriver) to a very dark and relatively quiet spot where he dropped anchor.

With very little conversation he took me by the hand and led me to the cabin where there was a tentative kiss, which wasn’t bad, and then we just slipped into a very sweaty and heated make-out session. Being summer, I was just in a tank top and shorts with my usual bikini underneath and he was in a nice polo and also with shorts. I mention that as there wasn’t much in his way as he very patiently and doggedly worked at undressing me. I’ll give him credit that his polo shirt came off first and, in a way, that made me a little more comfortable.

At some point I did tell him that we were not going to have sex and he said that was okay with him because he was enjoying just being with me. At twenty-one I still fell for shit like that.

We stopped for a while and he asked me if I wanted some air and maybe a beer and I said okay. As I got up he pulled up the hem of my top and I let him. I had the bikini on and it felt safe enough. Up to the deck where a cool Delta breeze was blowing and he handed me a beer and we talked about hs boat while his hands were never far from me. He told me I was beautiful and held me close and ümraniye escort then he knelt down and for a moment I thought he was going to propose! Nope, but my shorts came down and then there I was in just my bikini.

He turned on the marker lights and then shut off the rest of the lights on the boat and it was kind of amazing. It was a starry enough night and there were lights from some of the homes along the riverbank so I could see, but it was also intimate in its own way. It wasn’t unexpected when he kissed me again. It was unexpected when I felt his bare body against me. My hands went to his hips to find his shorts and they were gone. I told him he was just teasing himself and he chuckled and drew me tight against him and he kissed me hard. The clasp on my bikini top went first and then when my hands went to try to get it back on he undid the knots on either side of the bottoms.

He tried to lead me back down the few steps to the cabin and I turned around at the door and tried to step back up on deck. With him a step below me on the stairs and with him at my back he held onto me and kissed my neck. I felt his cock slip between my legs and he began the gentle sawing motion that was very familiar to me. I held on to the rails on either side of the stairs and he held on to me. I felt kartal escort bayan my body respond to him even though this was not what I’d planned.

His hand sought me out and I gasped as he plunged a finger into me. It felt wonderful and I relaxed to let him do what he wanted while still holding on to the rails. The rush of the moment came over me and I surrendered as the pleasure began to build. He gently spread my legs apart and I felt him get himself into position. The sensible part of my mind wanted to say ‘Stop!’ but by the time the thought started to form in my head it was too late. He had a wonderfully long, thin cock and it glided up into me as I arched my back to invite him in.

I held onto the rails as my lover explored my body inside and out. I wish it had gone on all night but it was just a few minutes when he held me tight and began to take more deliberate strokes.

I should have stopped him but it was just not going to happen. I didn’t want to stop.

Too soon, he held himself into my depths and I felt his cock ripple inside me as he pumped me full of his come.

When he pulled himself out me the sensation of his come flowing out of me was very distinct and it made me sober up with the realization that’d I’d just had unprotected sex with a total stranger.

What followed was, at best, awkward, as he took me back to the bar. With the sun just peeking out I made my way to my car and managed to make it back to my apartment and a warm shower without a DUI.

I wish I could say I had learned my lesson, but that was some years later.

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“HI”, I said to break the silence.

“Hi,” she responded. We were midway on one of the longer lifts, headed to some good black runs.

“You don’t seem very happy,” I decided to be persistent. She was a very cute girl and I was alone for the day.

“I guess not,” she said in a quiet voice.

“Nice day, not too cold, great snow, a super day to ski. Want to do some runs together? What do you like?”

She looked at me for a long moment, and finally smiled. “I do the blacks and I’m good. You want to try to keep up?” We exchanged names.

I was up to the challenge. A skier since I was ten, I could do them all including the double diamonds. I was also a part-time ski instructor. This should be fun. Off the lift, she went first, picking one of the mid-level black runs. I watched for a moment as she banked the moguls, nice and smooth. I started down, following her path. Partway down the run she stopped to check me out.

“Nice turns,” she said before attacking the lower half of the run. We met up at the lift.

“You’re good,” I enthused. “So are you. Want to do some skiing together?”

“Gwen, earlier you seemed to be in a rather bad mood.”

“Yeah, I guess I was. It was my damn boyfriend. We’re from Denver and drove up last night. He can be so damn offish, no subtlety at all. We had an argument. Well, that’s my problem. What about you? Here by yourself, I take it?”

“I just live about fifteen miles from here and try to get up every weekend and any days off I have.”

“Good looking guy like you and no girlfriend to ski with?”

“Not today. I’m better than most of the girls I meet and it’s not much fun to ski the easy stuff.”

“But you make an exception if she’s really good looking, huh?”

“Of course! So what’s your boyfriend doing while you and I are skiing together?”

“He’s taking snowboard lessons. Just as well, he’s just an intermediate skier and it’s boring to ski with him. And, besides, I’m pissed at him. He’s a year older than me and putting pressure on me. I don’t like it.”

I guessed as to the type of pressure. We completed another run.

“It’s almost noon. I agreed to meet Mike for lunch. Why don’t you join us?”

“You sure?”

“Yes, with you there we won’t argue.”

Mike seemed like a decent enough guy but obviously resented that Gwen had invited me to join them for lunch. We made idle conversion, mostly about how his snowboard lessons were going. She was effusive about my skill which didn’t endear me any more to her boyfriend. After a somewhat strained lunch Gwen and I resumed skiing. Mike watched us go, his next lesson was half-an-hour later.

“Sorry I put you in the middle of our little spat.”

I was curious and asked her about her boyfriend. It seemed that they have known each other for years and started dating about a year ago.

“He’s really a great guy,” she claimed. She said they have fooled around but were both virgins. That was the proximate cause of their spat last night.

“It was the first time we both got naked. His cock was the first I had ever seen, it was bigger than I expected. He placed my hand on it and had me rub up and down. I knew what would happen but was still very surprised when he suddenly spurt all over my hand.

“He pulled my zipper down and rubbed my pussy through my panties. Then he pushed a finger into me. It felt really good and I guess I started to get turned on. He took my hand and placed it back on his cock which was getting hard again. He was telling me how sexy I was and that he wanted to make love to me. I came to my senses and pushed him away.

“Anyway, he got mad and called me a tease. I stormed into the bathroom and didn’t come out for a long time. I wasn’t about to sleep on the floor so I put on all my clothes and got back into bed.

“So you were not ready to have sex.”

“You know, if he had been a little more romantic or taken it a little slower maybe I might have. We have sort of been leading up to it. God, I can’t believe I’m telling you all of this. So it was just as well he is snowboarding and I am skiing escort bostancı today. I’m not looking forward to tonight.”

“You think he might force himself on you?”

“No, he’s too nice a guy to do that but I think he will certainly try to convince me to do something. God, guys can be so stupid. I suppose I could give him a blowjob. I’ve done it a couple of times and he liked it.”

“How old are you, Gwen?”

She looked at me with a little smirk. “Guys check me out and then ask me that question. I wonder why? I’m eighteen.”

“Really! I would have guess sixteen or so. You have a very young face.”

“I know. People are always treating me like a kid. And how old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

“You seem so much more mature than Mike. You are very attractive guy.”

We tore up the slopes and returned to the lodge as the lifts closed. Her boyfriend was waiting for her and they quickly left. I met up with several friends in the bar. Alice, one of the local girls and I went back to my place.

The next morning, “Hi, John, remember me?” Gwen grabbed my arm as I waited in the lift line. “Can we ski together again?”

“Sure thing. Six inches of new snow! Should be good. I didn’t know if I would see you again, but you definitely are in a better mood. If I’m not being too nosy, how did things go last night?”

“OK. I told Mike I wasn’t ready for sex and didn’t appreciate his pressurizing me. He apologized and we reached an accommodation. I gave him a blowjob and then slept with my panties on but no bra, and he cuddled up against me. I could feel his hard cock against my butt but he didn’t try to do more. Tell me, John, have you had lots of girls?”

“Some, I’ve done ok.”

“I’ll bet you do better than just ok. Do they put out, you know, fuck?”

“Most will, some won’t. I can usually tell if a girl is interested.

“What about me, would you consider me a girl who will put out?”

“You are a very nice young girl who wants to have sex but is afraid to do the deed. I imagine your boyfriend gets frustrated with your ambivalence. If I can speak frankly, you got yourself into this predicament. I mean, he invites you for a weekend of skiing. One room, one bed. You’re not that naïve, you know he wanted sex but got cold feet. And now you’re blaming him for being too aggressive.

“Yeah, I guess that’s very true. He’s really an ok guy, just horny. Several times I think I could have been persuaded . . . You are so easy to talk to, John.”

We skied hard and ate at a different on-slope restaurant. Neither of us really wanted another uncomfortable lunch. By midafternoon we were skiing as a couple.

“Yesterday you asked me how old I am, you remember? Why?”

“You are an exceedingly attractive girl. If you and your boyfriend split I would ask you out and have sex with you, if I can be candid.”

“So you wanted to make sure I’m legal?”

“Uh huh. How about we quit for the day and go back to my place?”

She looked at me, a decision being made. “I can’t do that, Johnny. It wouldn’t be fair to Mike. We go back a long way and like you said, he paid for the trip.”

“I understand. How about we go out after you get back home? Next weekend, perhaps?

“I don’t think so, well maybe.”

It was not to be. She called to apologize and said she was still trying to work out things with her boyfriend. I was sorely disappointed since I thought that relationship died on the ski slopes. But I quickly made due with a local girl that I knew well. Two more weeks went by. It was now clear Gwen and her boyfriend were together and she likely had given him what he wanted. And then I received a call from her.

“Hi, John, remember me? Gwen?”

“Of course. I hoped you would call but had just about given up.”

“Yeah, well I had some things to get done. By the way, Mike and I broke up. I was hoping to do some more skiing before the season ends. You going to be around next weekend? We could meet up.”

****

She drove out from Denver and we met at the ski school area. “I didn’t realize that you ümraniye escort were a ski instructor. That’s why you are so good. Maybe you could help me improve my form.”

I would like to read all kinds of things into that statement, all relating to sex.

We were on a lift ten minutes after opening. She was good and we did middle to harder blacks. My personal favorite are the moguls, the bumps. She liked them too but had a bit of control problem. Putting on my instructor’s hat I helped her correct a few things.

We made the most of some new snow, following each other’s tracks down through the bumps. We stopped for a quick pee break, then back at it. I was having a great time but was also wondering what, if anything, might happen later. We broke for lunch and talked.

“I need to ask, what’s your situation with Mike? You said you broke up?”

“Yeah, two weeks ago, just after we were here. I decided I was ready but not on birth control and insisted he wear a condom. He didn’t have one and said he would pull out. That weekend was mid-point in my cycle and I knew for sure I would get pregnant. He didn’t seem to care and I belatedly realized all he wanted was sex. That was the last time I saw him.

“And since then?”

“I went to the CU health clinic and got set up with birth control. I’m ready for sex and decided I want you. You do still want me, don’t you?”

I hugged her tightly. “Gwen, you are quite the girl. Beautiful, sexy, smart. I know this must sound stupid but two days of skiing and I am already very attracted to you.”

She kissed me hard on the lips and laughed. “I suspect you are attracted to lots of young girls. That’s ok. I like that you have experience. How about we skip this afternoon’s skiing and have some fun?” she asked with a shy smile.

“We can go to my family’s cabin, it’s about fifteen miles away. They don’t ski anymore and so it doesn’t get used much, except in the summer. That’s where I’m staying.

“Oh, this is very nice. I was imagining some little one-room cabin with no electricity, and worse, no bathroom. Three bedrooms, fireplace, wow!”

“My folks built it about 25 years ago and we came out here all the time when I was growing up.

“Oh my, your cock is big, much bigger than Mike’s. I’ll try to suck it but don’t know how well I can do.”

“Don’t worry, honey, just do what you can.”

She had difficulty with my size but managed to take me about half way. Before I got too excited I asked her to stop. “Lay down, honey, and spread your legs. I want to eat your pussy.”

She looked at me with big eyes. “Really, you’ll do that? My girlfriends all tell me that is the greatest.”

“I like to do it. So Mike never did this to you?”

“Oh, no. I sucked him and he fingered me a little. That’s all.”

I snuggled between her legs and spread her lips apart. “You have a beautiful pussy, nice smooth lips.”

“I shaved down there yesterday, special for you. My girlfriends said I should do it. Do you like how I look?”

“God, yes. I can see your hymen just a couple inches inside.”

“Oh, can you see it? Take a picture, I want to remember this moment.”

Sure, why not. I got out my phone and zoomed in. “Spread your lips apart. Good. OK, your virginal pussy is preserved for posterity. I’ll send it to you.”

“Keep your phone handy and take some more, especially when you have your thing in me. OK?”

“Sure. Now I eat your pussy.” I worked my tongue up and down her slit, then fucked her hole with the tip. In and out, up and down. She responded by wiggling her ass up and down, working her pussy against my face. A few minutes later she had her first-ever orgasm.

“Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh … ,” she clenched my head between her legs and held me tightly. “Oh, my, I’ve never felt anything like that. John, you have a magic tongue!”

Her pussy was dripping with orgasmic lubrication and now was the time.

“Roll over, I’m going to do you from behind.” I rubbed my cock head between her lips to get it all slippery, then lined it up at her hole.

“You ready, kartal escort bayan honey? This might hurt a little.”

“I know but I want you. Put it in me.”

I pushed until I felt my cock touch her hymen. I backed out an inch, held her hips, and shoved past her barrier. She let out a screech and tensed up. I held still.

“Oh, that hurt!”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“No, just don’t move for a little bit. I’ll be ok. Take a picture.”

I waited almost a minute and then moved my cock in and out just a little, maybe half an inch. I gradually increased the depth of each push until I was using about half of my cock.

“How you doing, honey?”

“Pretty good, it’s not hurting hardly at all. Are you mostly in?”

“No, only half way. Should I do more?”

“Uh, huh. I want all of you. Oh, maybe I asked for too much,” she giggled as I bottomed out. “You are really big.”

Slowly, slowly I moved in and out, now using full strokes. Her pussy was freely lubricating, a really good sign. I didn’t know how long it might take for her to orgasm or even if she would this second time. Gradually I picked up the pace.

“Don’t forget to take some more pictures. I want to see what your big cock looks like in my little pussy.” I took a couple and then switched to video.

“Oh, John, I can’t believe how good this feels. I’m going to come again.”

Her vagina muscles clenched and milked my cock as she climaxed. Good! I rapidly thrust into her and moments later filled her with my cum.

“Oh, I can feel you do that! Warm. Oh, honey…”

I rolled her onto her side, spooning, my cock still inside. I cupped her pussy with one hand and her breasts with another and we stayed pressed together until my cock had shrunk down.

We skied until lunch the next day. Gwen said her pussy was sore but would be fine later. “I really want to enjoy that big cock of yours again,” she promised.

Our second time was joyful and no first time worries. We reached my cabin at two and were fucking fifteen minutes later. An hour later we cleaned up and went to early dinner. At five we were back in bed.

“I have to be going, John. I have a three hour drive ahead of me.”

She kissed me hard on the lips, pressing her body tight to me for a long minute. “What a great lover you are! This has been the most exciting weekend of my life,” she enthused as she hugged me and jumped into her car. “Make sure you send those pictures and video to me. Maybe I can get back up here next weekend. Will you be here?”

“Waiting for you, honey.”

I forwarded the files and expected to hear from her but next weekend came and went, as did the second one. Now I was worried and decided I better call.

“Oh, hi, John. I should have called you. I didn’t make it up there.”

“I was concerned. Everything ok? Did you get the pictures and video?”

“Oh, yeah. I was almost embarrassed to look at them. I mean, how many girls have before and after pictures? After I got back home and realized what we did, I felt really guilty. But a few days later I was already wanting to see you again. And then Mike called. He was nice, gracious, and apologetic for being such a clod and that made me feel really bad. I mean, for years I expected him to be the one.

“No, don’t say anything. You didn’t take advantage of me, John. I wanted to do it and you were so perfect. I will remember always every moment. And besides,” she giggled, “I have those pictures.”

“Anyway, Mike and I went out on a date. He was as nice as could be and it made me feel even worse. As we got into his car to take me home afterwards I leaned over and gave him a big kiss. I hugged him, tears in my eyes, and told him I was sorry for getting into an argument. We kissed some more and I placed my hand on his crotch.

“Let’s go out tomorrow, honey. And bring a condom.” He looked at me, big eyes, and nodded.

The next day we had sex. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I wasn’t a virgin. Since he had no experience I figured I could probably fake it. Naturally he wasn’t good at doing me but, first time and all, I made allowances. Mike really loves me. We have been together for so long so I have to give this a try. I hope you will understand.

“One thing, John. Keep those pictures and video so you won’t forget me.”

I wished her the best of luck.

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