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As a couple we were now somewhat outsiders to our social group. Some were dating but most were just horny eighteen and nineteen-year-olds on the make. We went to the usual parties on Fridays and Saturdays and had a good time but usually left fairly early.

Susan became, somewhat to her discomfort and surprise, a confidant for some of her classmates. I was always amazed at the stupid situations that some girls get themselves into. And how naïve eighteen and nineteen-year-old girls are about boys (I conveniently forgot how unbelievably naïve I was about girls just last year).

She tried to provide a bit of guidance but suspected anything she said would be of little help. One girl, for example, was seeking advice on how to get her boyfriend back after he jumped ship for some girl who would fuck him. She was a virgin and had intended to stay that way but now was ready to fuck him. Susan advised that he was just after pussy and she would be disappointed if she expected more.

Another wanted to know if she shaved her pussy would that get her boyfriend to eat her. Susan responded that smooth pussies were very popular and might make a difference and worth a try. Another girl said her boyfriend wanted to share her with his friends. She was afraid if she said no he would leave. That one was pretty close to home. Susan told her he was just using her as a sexual trophy and to find another boyfriend.

“Bobby, the other day a girl was bemoaning that her guy frequently comes way too quickly, leaving her high and dry. I sure am lucky that I never have that problem! But it sure seems many girls my age are not satisfied. I was asked for my opinion.

“I said I thought it’s mostly a problem with inexperienced guys. ‘Suck his cock and the second time he should last longer,’ I suggested. That started a whole conversation about sucking cock. Two girls said they tried it and never again. ‘God, no way I’ll ever again take that filthy thing in my mouth. No way,’ was a response. So I asked if they liked their guys to eat pussy. I was surprised that only one girl had ever had it done. The others said they asked and were turned down as being dirty.

“‘Well, there’s a solution, girls,’ I said. ‘Take a shower together first. Get his cock all nice and clean, have him wash your pussy. Play with each other, maybe even do a little fucking in the shower. And then have him eat you. Do that first since he might lose interest after you suck him.’ I felt like a sexual Dear Abby.

“”I think some of the girls are hoping I’ll talk about you and me. One girl said you were so handsome and had such a nice smile. Here I have this big beautiful cock that fits so nicely inside me. I can’t brag about it or tell anyone how good you are at eating my pussy. And certainly no demonstrations. Sure would be nice to be totally anonymous for a change.”

“Well, we could go to a nude beach somewhere, how about that? Show off a little, stroll hand in hand, your sexy body on display, my cock swinging as we walk. Two sexy teenagers in love.”

“Yeah, that would be a hoot, wouldn’t it? But I would just die if we meet someone we knew.”

“Spring break is coming up in a few weeks, how about we do some research? I’d like to show off your sexy body. But I’m not real interested in a bunch of old guys ogling you.”

It was a silly idea but fun to do some investigating. We ruled out anything in the US and checked out Europe and South America. There were some interesting possibilities in Eastern Europe. “Oh, Susan, look at this place,” as I brought up a page on my laptop. “Praia Do Pinho.”

“Where’s that?”

“In Brazil. Boy, this looks like the perfect place. Look at these pictures. Great scenery.”

“You mean the beaches or the girls,” she poked me in the ribs.

“Both. I mean no old farts, no kids. Oh, it says nudity is mandatory on the beach. And no single guys! I guess I can’t go down there to check out the place for you.”

“You would be missing a very important appendage!”

“Yeah, this place is perfect.”

“Come on, Bobby, get real. First of all, we don’t have the money to even get there, much less the resort cost. And spring break isn’t long enough to get there and back and have more than three or four days there.”

“Yeah, I know, but maybe someday? So now that we’re talking about spring break, what are we going to do?”

“I want to go someplace, just the two of us. Everyone else is going to party. Lots of booze, lots of sex I would expect.”

“Yeah, I’d hate to get distracted,” and got poked in the ribs again. “Maybe we could just spend the week here, nude. Our own private nude resort and maybe have sex out on the balcony?”

“I want to do something different, Bobby. Look at us, you are sitting there without any clothes, I’m just in panties. So how would our ‘nude week’ be much different?”

“Guess you’re right. Maybe we could start wearing clothes more?” I joked.

“Funny. Well, we have, what, six weeks until spring break? Let’s give it some thought. All this talk about nude beaches is making me horny,” she Escort Ankara leaned over and kissed my neck while grabbing my cock. “Interested?”

“Later. I need to do some more internet searching.”

“Bastard!” as she squeezed my cock hard. “Come on,” and pulled me to our apartment balcony. “It’s dark enough outside, let’s fuck.”

****

“Bobby, I was talking with Janice, you know the good looking brunette in my biology class? Anyway I told her we were trying to decide what to do for spring break. She said she and Jim, her boyfriend, were thinking about going to a resort in Phoenix. Her sister and her husband stayed there a couple of years ago.”

“And?”

“Her sister said it wasn’t popular with the spring-break crowds so Janice said they might do it. She wondered if we would like to join them to split the cost?”

“I thought you wanted to go someplace, just the two of us? Double-dating doesn’t fit that scenario. And they want to share a room with us? Sounds like they have a different kind of sharing in mind.”

“I wondered the same thing. But Janice said the suites have two bedrooms and plenty of privacy. But there is only one hot tub,” she added.

****

Very classy, definitely upper scale, and thank goodness for off-season rates. Our suite was spacious, common area, two nice bedrooms, a little patio, and a hot tub plenty big enough. We quickly got unpacked and headed to a local steakhouse for dinner. Jim brought some pre-mixed margaritas. One each and Susan and I were done for the day, tired from our five-hour drive. We saved just enough energy to make love.

The sun was up and Susan was sucking my cock. Everything was right with the world and minutes later she was taking a fresh load of cum. I moved between her spread legs and nudged her pussy lips apart with my tongue.

“Make me cum, honey. Fuck me with your fabulous tongue. God, I’m a lucky girl.”

As her excitement gradually rose I inserted two fingers into her dripping pussy. Now I was rapidly finger-fucking as I diddled her clitoris with my tongue. I knew from our other times that she would explode soon. I pulled away and quickly thrust my hard cock into her hot tunnel. Moments later her pussy pulsed as she climaxed. I increased my tempo, thrusting hard.

“Oh, honey, oh baby, oh feels so good. Oh, I coming again.”

Having already come once, I wasn’t close to coming and my cock was rock hard as I pounded away. “Oh …. Oh,” she murmured. I was now a machine, thrusting deep, feeling a firmness against the tip of my cock. “Oh ….. “

She grabbed my hips, holding me deep inside her, as she had a huge orgasm. As she slumped down I withdrew my still hard cock. There would be plenty of time for me. This time was for her. It was almost another hour before we were up and dressed. Susan’s friend, Janice, and her boyfriend had apparently been up for a while.

“Morning,” Janice greeted us. “Morning,” I responded. Susan and I felt a bit sheepish since it was clear her friends must have known why we were delayed.

‘In case you’re wondering,” Janice said, “we woke up early and had sex. Then we heard you guys going at it and so we did it again. That’s what this trip is about, relaxing and enjoying each other. So Susan, now that we have worn out the guys, what do we do until they’re ready again?”

First a big breakfast, then a stroll around the resort. Lunch at a little bistro near town. A nap and sex. Dinner at a Cajun restaurant. Back to our suite and more sex, a wonderfully full day. The only thing we didn’t get around to was the hot tub. Susan and I agreed, swim wear would be required.

We spent a delightful four days at the resort. Nothing untoward happened but it was quite exciting to have sex within hearing of another couple. Susan said Jim hinted of his interest in her, and that Janice thought I was very handsome.

“She did look good in that tiny bikini, didn’t she?”

“I didn’t notice.”

“Sure you didn’t, don’t give me that bull. It’s ok to look. And Jim’s a good looking guy. I told you he hinted about doing some things together. Just as we suspected, there was more to their invitation than just sharing the cost. Janet finally admitted that they invited us on the trip with the hopes of having sex with us. I told her we were engaged to be married, loved each other very much, and thanks anyway. That ok with you?”

“Sure. And when we get back I’m sure they will spread the word of our “engagement”. Are we engaged?”

I guess we better tell our parents.

****

“Did you have fun? What did you like best?” Susan asked about our spring break trip.

“Yeah, I had a good time. I liked all the fucking we did, knowing your friends could hear everything.”

“Yeah, that was a turn-on for me too. I suppose it was our way to safely show off. You know, Bobby, we probably spent twice as much time in bed as they did. If I were Janice, I would encourage her boyfriend to up his game.”

“Don’t give away any of our secrets!”

“Nope. Speaking of sex, I’m horny. How Ankara Escort about you do that thing where you alternate fucking and eating my pussy.”

“Sure. Now?”

“Why not? And this time I want you to eat me again after you cum. Come on, let’s take a shower.”

Susan washed my cock, then I did her. I put two soapy fingers in her pussy and slid a finger into her ass. After finger-fucking her I pushed my cock between her legs from behind, sliding between her pussy lips. Soon my cock had found the spot and I pushed. We fucked for several minutes before disengaging and rinsing off.

I stood by the bed, admiring her sexy body, so perfect. I kissed her lips, then earlobes, then her neck as my hands caressed her breasts. Her perky B-cups were perfect on her slender body. As I licked one tit and then the other her nipples became erect. I sucked like a baby would suck, drawing each nipple in, gently nibbling and sucking.

I kissed my way down her taut tummy, tonguing her belly button. As I got closer to her honeypot she spread her legs, opening her already slightly stretched pussy for me. She reached down and spread her lips so I could go deeper. Several minutes later I raised up and positioned my cock at her opening. Several slow pushes and I was hitting bottom. Once I felt the firmness of her cervix I held steady and pulsed my cock by clenching my buttock muscles.

“Oh, that’s a new feeling! Neat!”

I pulled out, leaving just the head in her pussy, then in one motion slowly pushed until I was again nudging her cervix. A few pulses of my cock and then back out. Another minute and then I fully withdrew and replaced my cock with my tongue. I licked up and down between her lips, touching her clitoris. I decided to try something new since we had just showered, and continued lower, reaching her anus.

“Bobby! You shouldn’t do that.”

I continued, sensing her body didn’t want me to stop. Now back up between her lips to her clitoris, then back down, tonguing her anus. A few more licks up and down and I raised up, positioning my cock back at her vagina. Her pussy was now gushing and I easily sunk my full length. Then back out, this time completely. I used my left hand to keep my cock in alignment with her now gaping pussy and thrust hard and deep. Then out, followed by another deep thrust.

“Bobby, I’m coming. Speed up.”

I doubled my pace, my cock starting to tingle. I was close too. “Here I come, baby,” I shouted. She humped against each thrust.

“Almost there, honey. Keep going. Oh, feels to good! I just love what you do to me. Almost there…. Oh, damn, oh …”

I remained motionless inside her as we both came down from our high. Damn, that was the best yet! The glow continued for several minutes as we lay next to each other.

“Well, that was so exciting. Whatever you were doing to make your cock expand, that was awesome. I wasn’t so sure about you tonguing my anus. Sure felt good, though.

“At first I was just going up and down between your lips and one time got pretty close to your anus. Remember in the shower when I stuck a soapy finger up your butt? I figured you were clean and anyway I was really turned on and decided to try it.”

****

“Hardly anyone’s back from spring break, not until tomorrow. What do you want to do today?” Susan asked.

“I have it all planned out. Want to hear?” She nodded, a big smile on her face. She knew me and figured sex would be part of the plan.

“First we take a shower and play like we did yesterday. Then we do a repeat in bed. Sound good so far?”

“Of course. Will you do everything again?”

“Sure, if you want me to.”

We soaped each other. My fingers penetrated her pussy as my other hand rubbed her ass. Slipping between her cheeks, I pushed my index finger into her butt. I was fucking her front and back.

“If you keep that up I’m going to come.” I did and she did.

“Oh, that was nice. Now your turn,” as she stroked my cock and fondled my balls. Then, to my surprise, she pushed a finger into my ass. I jumped.

“Hey, you did it to me. Turnabout is fair. How’s this feel?”

“Weird but OK.”

“Did you and Bill ever think about fucking each other?”

“No, of course not.”

“Never? Maybe I should invite him over so you guys could play. You know, suck cock, fuck each other.”

“Come on, Susan, quit teasing me. You know we were just horny guys with no girls around. That’s long over and done. And besides, he didn’t suck me as well as you do,” I added my own tease and laughed.

Minutes later I was between her wide-spread legs, running my tongue between her pussy lips.

“You going to do my butt again, honey?”

I teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, then licked up and down near her pussy hole, and then down further. Her little rosebud winked at me as my tongue slid past, then back up, this time dipping into her vagina. Susan used her fingers to spread her lips, giving me deep access. Now back up to her clitoris and down to her anus.

Her pussy Ankara Escort Bayan was gushing and she was making those little whimpering sounds of approaching orgasm. “Do you want me to continue or do you want my cock?”

“Keep going, honey, please,” she said between gasps. I placed my mouth on her vagina and pushed my tongue deep. She grabbed the back of my head and mashed my face to her crotch. I tasted a burst of pussy juice.

“Oh, that was the best yet! You have a magic tongue. Thank you!” She rolled onto her tummy and spread her legs. “Now fuck me with that big cock.”

We climaxed almost simultaneously. Then she turned on her back, my invitation to eat her creampie, which I did with enthusiasm.

“Not bad, honey. You got me going three times. I never came more than once with Roger. And he thought he was such hot stuff. Too bad I can’t brag to anyone about how good we are in bed. They would be so jealous of that big cock of yours and that talented tongue. OK, you ready for a big breakfast, eggs, bacon, hash browns, the works? I need to get some energy into you so your cock will be ready to go again!”

“Sure thing! I was thinking we could take a walk in the park. I expect it will be almost empty. We sit on a bench and watch stuff, birds, squirrels, that sort of thing. It’s a really nice day. On the way back I want to stop at that adult store and buy a dildo, one that looks like my cock.”

“What on earth for?”

“I think it would be fun to use when my cock’s not ready. Keep you hot and bothered.”

“Well, maybe, but I would be mortified to go into that place. There’s a bookstore nearby and I’ll rummage around there while you do your shopping. You really going to buy a dildo?”

Fortunately, I was the only person in the store. It had a big collection, small ones, big ones, black ones, rubbery ones, all kind. I asked the clerk, a cute girl my age. She said the type called jelly were most popular since it felt realistic. “How’s it going to be used, pussy or anal?” she asked.

“Pussy. My girlfriend.”

“Lucky girl. OK, here are the available sizes. What are you looking for?”

I didn’t want to say my size so merely responded, “pretty big”.

“Well, here’s our most popular one, seven inches. The shaft is not really that long, however. You would have to get, probably, a nine-inch size to equal a real seven-inch cock.”

“How about that one?” pointing to one marked ten inches.

“Yeah, that’s popular with some girls since it’s like the eight inch cocks all the porn actors supposedly have. Then they get it home and realize it won’t fit. We don’t take returns.”

“That’s ok. She’s used to that size.”

“Oh, I see.” The girl gave me an ‘I’m interested’ look and glanced at my crotch. “She is a lucky girl!” I smiled and thanked her for her advice.

“Any trouble?” Susan asked as I joined her in the bookstore, a discrete package in my hand.

“Nope, the girl was very helpful,” I responded with a guilty smile.

“I’ll bet.”

We grabbed a sandwich and then headed back home.

“OK, let me see it. Yeah, it does seem about your size. Let me play with your cock and then compare.”

I stood before her, nude, my cock already expanding. Susan knelt and took my cock into her mouth. A minute later I was full size. She used a fabric measuring tape.

“Let’s see. 8 5/8″ long. And …. about 6 ½” in the middle. It’s a little less at the head and a little more at the base. Not bad, honey. I think I’ll keep it. Now let’s measure the dildo. Oh, almost perfect. About 8″ to where the fake balls start. That’s all you would be able to get into me. And the same 6 ½” around, just like you. Good choice.

“You know, I’m glad now you bought this. Whenever you poop out or are not around I can exercise my pussy muscles! How about we try it out now?”

We stretched out on the bed, head to foot. Susan took my cock in her mouth and I rubbed the dildo between her lips. Hand lotion made it slippery. Gradually I worked it in until all but the fake balls were inside. It fit just like my cock. It must have felt good as she became more energetic in sucking me.

Her mouth full, she moaned.

“I’m getting close. How you doing?”

She took me out of her mouth for a moment, “Go faster, Bobby. Fuck me hard. God, I like two cocks!”

I couldn’t wait and pumped three spurts into her mouth and momentarily stopped moving the dildo.

“Don’t stop. Almost there. Oh, it feels so much like your cock, Bobby. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Afterwards we decided the purchase was worthwhile. It was only two in the afternoon and we both had already cum three times today. Now what to do for a few hours? We decided a nap would be rejuvenating. I woke up with Susan playing with my cock. “You going to sleep all day? We have to keep on schedule.”

When you are eighteen and a very sexy girl is playing with your cock, it responds. Susan straddled me. She liked being on top and I liked it when she faced away so I could watch my cock slide in and out. I was a little limber when we started but quickly stiffened up.

Afterward we went over to Ernie’s for a beer and something to eat. We didn’t shower and probably smelled like sex. Susan said her pussy was leaking in her panties. Several students we knew were back early from spring break.

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WEDDING BELLS

[This is a work of fiction. With the exception of the city of Chicago, all places, events, and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Also, please note that in chapter one, the date of Amy receiving the government death notice telegram should have been 1945, not 1944 as my typo error indicated. This would also make her later statement of “widow for more than two years…” now have to read “widow for more than a year…” as at least one feedback writer has indicated. My apologies for the unintentional error in chronology.]

It was the summer of 1926, the last Sunday in June, to be exact. My twenty-fifth birthday had been celebrated just the month before at a party thrown by my boss at a local country club. The roaring twenties were, well, roaring! My wedding had just occurred and my new husband, Larry, and I were heading back down the aisle to the strains of Trumpet Voluntary. It was just 5:45 p.m. and the wedding supper was scheduled to start at 7:00, to be followed by a wedding dance at the country club at nine.

Before I continue with my story, perhaps I should tell you something. I may be in my late 80’s as of 2005, but my mind is clear–at least about these early years of my life, if not the more recent ones. I dictate into a digital recorder (modern technology, my, my, my!), and my free spirited granddaughter transcribes those notes later on her computer word processor (more modern technology!) and then prints the story. Don’t underestimate us senior citizens!

But, back to my story, I need to back up a bit. Larry and I had begun dating near the end of our sophomore year in high school. I lost my virginity with him at our junior prom the next year, spring, 1916. We dated all through our senior year and we fucked three or four more times, the last time the night of our senior prom. Larry enlisted right after graduation and after basic training, I saw him off to France to fight the Hun on loan to and in the service of the Brits. I would not see him again for nearly a decade.

In the meantime, I got a job in Chicago as a secretary, quickly advancing up to the position of executive secretary to the president of a large bank. I had to be well qualified as a secretary, but the rapid advancement meant that I also had to fuck the guy to get the job. That “one nighter” became an affair that lasted two years and resulted in many expensive presents for me. The affair ended amicably and I remained his secretary. I was good at both jobs, very, very good! The boss did get a new mistress though, a black girl. I guess he just needed variety.

After the affair ended, I was then unattached, but I did not lack for dates from which to choose. My flaming red hair, both top and bottom, green eyes, light freckles and big chest, especially my chest, kept the boys sniffing around! My tight butt didn’t hurt a thing, either! It was the era of the flapper, but with my big tits, I went more for the Mae West look instead. And boy, were the flappers ever envious of my successes, too!

Although the affair with my boss had ended quite some time ago, we still did have the occasional one nighter, and he was my escort for a country club dance on a summer night in May of 1926. I had gone out on the terrace for some air and a naughty cigarette, when I felt arms reach around me from behind and the hands clasp over my belly button.

“Long time, no see!” said a strangely familiar voice, as I was drawn back tightly into a rock hard cock, straining to be released.

I squirmed around to stare into the eyes of my former high school lover, Larry! “My God,” I said, “where have you been?”

He replied, “Well, I was wounded rather severely and spent a long time in the hospital in both France and in various army medical centers on the U.S. east coast. I spent my idle hours studying photography and journalism and got a job on a New England newspaper after release from medical care and the military.”

“My,” I said, “You had a varied time of it. Are you married?”

“No,” he replied, “I never found the right girl, I guess, none to match you anyway and, I was pretty busy getting my career established in a very competitive field. How ’bout you?”

“No, me either,” I answered. What brings you to Chicago and this country club?” Larry answered, “I am in town on a photo assignment and got the invitation here tonight from friends.”

Suddenly, we were in each other’s arms in a skin tight embrace! Larry’s mouth opened and his tongue forced mine open. Our tongues entwined as we licked and sucked our way through a lengthy and messy French kiss. “Oh my God,” I said, “I have missed you so much. You just disappeared after enlisting.”

“Yeah,” he said, “I really missed you too, but I was shipped out right after basic, thrown into combat immediately, and severely injured on the second day in the trenches. After that, things just got out of hand and out of contact.” Escort Eryaman He began nibbling and kissing on my neck and left ear, making me tingle all over. I was wearing a very low cut gown with only my chemise top under it, and I felt Larry caressing my right boob with his left hand over the expansive area of exposure. Suddenly, the scanty coverings dropped down (shoved?) and my boob popped out in all it’s naked glory for Larry to rub and play with. I felt my panties develop a wet spot, a big one! I brushed his hand away and tucked the errant boob back into place as Larry’s hands grabbed my ass and pulled me tight against his huge erection. I helped by hugging him and pulling on him too!

Larry asked if I had an escort and I said that I did but that I could fix that with no trouble, which I promptly did. Larry led me out to his car in the parking lot, a 1926 Model T Ford. It was a turtle back closed coup with just the one bench seat. The “gear shift” consisted of the three pedals on the floor beneath the steering wheel. The three speed floor shift would have to wait for the Model A a few years later. This meant that other than the steering wheel, there was no obstruction for playing around on that big bench.

My gown top and chemise were quickly pulled down and the hem pushed up as Larry got one hand and his mouth on my tits and one hand on and in my pussy. He was almost on fire with desire and lust. So was I, especially as he worked me up to a fever pitch! He was licking my nipples and boobs, then between my tits, and then biting my nipples and snapping them with his teeth. I was heating up to the boiling point very quickly!

At the same time, Larry was rubbing up and down my cunt on both side of my slit, his middle finger riding on the slit itself. That finger went into my gash deeper and deeper with each stroke until it finally found my cunt hole and popped in. Larry wiggled that finger around and then settled in to tickling my G-Spot. My hips were by now bucking and heaving with real force against his hand and finger. I whimpered, “Oh, God, Larry, don’t stop! Don’t stop, Please! OoooooHhhhhhhh! I began to leak cunt juices like mad, drenching Larry’s hand and the seat cushion.

I could tell Larry was rock hard and long ready to punch his big dick into my pussy’s love channel. Larry dropped his pants in a blur of motion and started rubbing that big dick up and down my soaking pussy, adding his pre cum to my juices for lubricant. He again found my love canal opening and shoved his uncut cocked into the tunnel. Then he stopped and began to sloooowwly inch in further and further, stopping a bit and then continuing to push in, deeper and deeper, deeper, until he was finally buried balls deep into my pussy. Oh Gooddd, he was driving me delirious with lust and desire! I cried out, “Oh God, Larry, fill me up, fill me up, fuck me hard!” He did!

My hands pulled on his ass to try to force him in harder and deeper. My God, I was about to go crazy with lust and desire, “Fuck me harder, faster, for God’s sake, Larry, FUCK ME HAARRRDDDDEERRRR!” But Larry continued a slow, steady thrusting, all the way in, back out, all the way back in with that big fuck stick of his.

Suddenly, I began cumming! Pussy juice flowed like Niagara and I shuddered through one, then two, and then three orgasms. On the third one, Larry arched his back, thrust hard and deep, and erupted in a volcano of cock cream, deep in my pussy! That Model T was rocking like a steam engine doing ninety down the track! The night air had cooled considerable and the T’s windows were steamed opaque. I was quite surprised, as we opened the doors for air, to hear a round of applause and cries of, “Bravo, bravo, encore, encore!”

We had attracted a small crowd of onlookers! I was so embarrassed! But Larry just gave a little flippant bow and wave of his hand, uncoupled from me, and grabbed my head. He pulled me down to his cock and told me, “Suck it clean, babe, suck it clean. My bare ass was sticking out the door for all to see. More cheering! The trouble with sucking him clean was that he started getting hard again.

I said, “Slow down big boy, your turn. Now suck me clean!” Larry leaned down and proceeded to give my pussy a tongue lashing as he licked and sucked me clean. Now his ass was sticking out the door, his ball sack hanging low for all to see. More cheers! I also saw at least one couple watching us with the guy’s dick out and standing at attention while his date jacked him off.

When Larry had me cleaned off, he was hard as granite again. I scrunched down on the seat and had him straddle my chest and put his cock between my big tits. I used my hands to squeeze those big puppies together while he thrust up and down my cleavage, using saliva as a lubricant. When his cock head popped out of his foreskin at the top of each thrust, he paused while I took it in my mouth and licked and sucked on it. More cheers! In a very short time, he Eryaman Escort shuddered and shot a small wad of cock cream into my mouth. I swallowed it all and sucked him dry. More cheers!

By this point, both Larry and I were sorely in need of a time out! So, we sat up, rearranged our clothes and he started the car with a button. He had added one of those new, fancy, electric self starters so he did not have to get out and hand crank anymore. Meanwhile, our audience was giving us a rousing round of applause! I told Larry I had an apartment downtown and that is where we headed. I invited him to stay the night. He did and now, a month later, here we are getting married!

But, I need to also tell you about the bachelorette party last night! Was it ever a doozy! Several ot the girls at the office planned and got the party together. A big, maroon Dusenberg sedan, wire wheels sparkling, picked me up outside my apartment and drove me to a well known speak easy on Welles Street. My boss had been arm twisted by the girls to rent the whole place, starting at ten that night.

The party began hairy and wild from the start. Booze flowed like prohibition had never been thought of, good Canadian stuff. Chicago still knew how to party, Prohibition or not! The music was jazz and loud. A stand up comedian occupied the first half hour with an increasingly more dirty monologue of jokes. The second half hour got more interesting and heated up as a young couple came out on the stage to a very loud trumpet fanfare.

They walked out holding hands and reciting some romantic lines that very quickly led to a passionate embrace. This led to a passionate striptease of each undressing the other. Then it was an erotic courting dance of hands on tits, hands on and in pussy, hands on cock, and finally, a doggie style fuck that had the twenty or so girls of the audience screaming, moaning, and masturbating. Some were masturbating through or under their clothes. Others unabashedly bared tits and/or pussies and were masturbating naked and exposed flesh in wild abandon. An awful lot of orgasms came off–other than the ones on the stage. A missionary position fuck on the stage set off another horny round of lust and masturbation, solo or otherwise, in the audience. By now, that included me, vigorously rubbing and finger fucking my pussy and tits.

Then, the high light of the evening! A huge gift wrapped box was pushed out onto the stage, pretty, with a big bow on top and all. The small jazz combo struck up a saxophone heavy bump and grind song and the front panel of the box dropped down with a loud bang! Out stepped a gorgeous hunk of a blonde man in full tux. He began to bump and grind to the music to the yells and roars of approval from the audience as he slowly began to remove articles of clothing, one thing at a time, starting with his top hat and cane. He looked like a Charles Atlas under those clothes and time would prove that a very correct assumption.

By this point, most of the girls were pretty far under the influence, with one or two already nearly passed out at or over their tables. Many tits and pussies were now bare and being caressed vigorously as the stud stripped. When he finally got down to just his jockey shorts, the shorts were tented and stretched to the breaking point. Studly spent a long tease, dropping and raising portions of those shorts. As he gyrated, his pecker head started appearing above the waist band! Girls nearly fainted as they began noticing and approval roars made the room vibrate like two sets of banjo strings in a rendition of Dueling Banjos.

Studly finally managed to strip out of the shorts and a monster fuck stick now stood straight up, the tip just past the top of his navel when he held it against himself to show it off. Now girls did faint. Pre cum was making the tip glisten and shine in the spotlights. He continued to gyrate to the music, but now he was slowly jacking himself off in tune with the music. One or two girls, and then more, began to rush up to him and touch his phallic totem, some brave enough to rub that cock head and beat a hasty retreat back to their seats, giggling and screaming hysterically.

Then studly began to make his way towards the head table and me. I was just tipsy enough at this point to enjoy what was happening (as if I needed to be tipsy!), Girls were yelling and screaming as studly reached me and did an up close and personal dance for me, his naked cock bobbing and swaying with his gyrations. Then he straddled my chair with his cock in my face and I just grabbed it and put it in my mouth to the sound of the loudest roars of approval yet. I licked that cockhead first and then began to stroke him as I deep throated him—deep throat, back off and jack, and repeat several times. What with his sensual dance and then my actions, it did not take long before he was shooting cock cream down my throat, buckets of it. The load was so large, it ran out of both corners of Eryaman Escort Bayan my mouth and drooled onto my lap. He was really excited too!

He must have been priapetic, because he stood me up and sat on my chair with his cock still standing at full attention. Then studly raised my dress, dropped my drawers and sat me down on his big stick while the room went absolutely mad. He bounced me up and down until I came in shuddering orgasm and spilled pussy juice on us both. He shuddered in a more or less dry orgasm. The rest of the night, many of the girls took turns with him, singly or in groups, jacking and stroking him while he finger fucked them and used his hands and mouth on their bare tits. It was quite a one man, endless women orgy!

Well, back to the end of the wedding ceremony. By the time I got out of the church, I was ready to “freshen up” before the wedding supper began. The supper was at the same country club as the later dance and only fifteen minutes away from the church. Larry had rented a big, black, Cadillac V-12 touring car for the evening and that drove us to the club where the bridesmaids and I immediately headed for the spectacular powder rooms it offered guests.

Larry’s eighteen year old brother, Ray, was nearly eight years younger than Larry and I and was our best man. Leaving the powder rooms for the supper, I noticed him hanging about in the hall giving me the eye again. Ray had been doing this for the past month since Larry and I got back together and he (Ray) was anywhere close by. I did not think too much about Ray’s eyeballing of me, chalking it up as raging teenage hormones and harmless.

After the wedding dance was several hours old and the bouquet tossed, the garter removed and tossed, and other assorted tomfoolery was over, I went back to the powder room again to pee. I also intended to change out of my wedding dress and into a much more comfortable outfit of blouse and slacks. My wedding dress was elegant, but simple, I could easily make the change by myself. I also had a reserved a private powder room for the bridesmaids and myself for the evening, one of the many perks my boss had at the club.

I had just gotten down to pantaloons and nothing else and I was sitting on the stool in a stall with pantaloons down around my ankles, when the stall door opened and there stood Ray! “Oh!” I said, “What do you want?”

“A piece of you,” was his nonchalant reply!

“You’re getting kind of big for your britches, aren’t you,” I asked?

“You damned betcha,” he said. “Want to see for yourself?” Without waiting for a reply from me, Ray proceeded to undo his fly buttons and slowly dropped his pants to the floor. His shorts tented out dramatically as he began to inch them down, slowly revealing a really big cockhead emerging above the descending waistband.

Then some of the shaft appeared. Then more shaft. Then, still more shaft! Although I did not see it ( I was looking elsewhere at the time!), Ray also sported a smug and, at the same time, a leering grin. My God, I thought, just how long is that piece of man meat he’s toting around there between his legs? Finally! The whole cock sprang free. And what a cock it was! I guess his youth, his equipment, and his apparent successes with that equipment accounted for his arrogant aggressiveness and confidence.

At nearly fourteen inches long and near four inches thick, that monster cock was over twice as big as my new husband’s cock! My eyes widened as I looked and after some hesitant staring, I said, “Yes, you really are too big for your britches! God, would I like to try a piece of that!”

Ray needed no further urging. He stepped up to me, still sitting on the pot, and stuck that big dick in my face. He rubbed it all around my cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose, and finally, my mouth. I took it, as I had the one Friday night at the party, and put the purple and glistening cock head in my mouth and went to work on it. I could only get it in as far as the back of my mouth. There would be no deep throating this one! But I managed to get it really throbbing and pulsing.

Ray said, “Hold it, I want to fuck you silly before I cum.” Pre cum was already draining steadily.

With that, he pulled me to my feet, lowered the lid, and sat on the stool. He sat me down on his lap, guiding my pussy down onto his big fuck stick and said, “You decide how fast to sit on my pole. You may need to go slow to adjust to my size.” He was right. I could not get him all the way in, balls deep. He was just too long! But, while Ray grabbed my tits, one in each hand, I pumped myself up and down on his long dong. I felt the heat and electricity rising from my pussy to mingle with the tingle from my tits. Ray dropped one of his hands to my clit and really worked it over as we fucked.

The strong action of Ray’s dick and hand did not take long to trigger me into a shuddering and convulsing orgasm like none I had ever had before, except maybe that one with the male stripper. Ray followed quickly after with squirt after squirt of cock cream deep into my pussy. We just sat there for a little bit, recovering our senses and our breathing. Finally, I said, “Ray, I have to get back, but this was an amazing, fantastic fuck. Thank you.”

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The knock at the door unsettled me a little. I had been reliving our previous experiences from a few years ago and the four glasses of whiskey had helped me forget where I was, and what I was about to do.

I toss back my drink and place the glass on the table on my way to the door. I look out the peep hole to confirm that it’s you, my forbidden object of lust, my reason for coming out here. It’s you, and you look just as good as you do in the pictures you’ve sent me, better even because you’re almost close enough to touch.

I open the door and you walk in. You can smell the whiskey on my breath and tell that I’m already a little drunk.

“You’re drinking already?”

“It’s your brand,” I said pointing at the bottle. You hesitate for a minute, unsure of whether or not you can really come past the threshold of the door, if you’re really ready to take this next step. You walk in.

I let you in and pour you a drink. It’s quiet. We’ve talked about this moment for so long, gone over all the different circumstances, positions even, that we could try. I have all these things that I want to teach you, thing’s you’ve never done. I contain myself as we stare at each other each recognizing the burning desire in the other’s eyes.

“I’m not sure I can do this. I want it, I have for years now. But I’m not sure that I can cross this line.”

“I know, I feel bad for even coming out here but I had to. I couldn’t take it any longer I had to know. I know you love you husband but I can’t take wanting you from a distance anymore. Maybe we just need to get it out of our system.”

“I want it. I want it so bad.” You toss back your drink, and then another. “I’ve been thinking about you all the time. At work Etimesgut Escort I get wet just thinking about your body. It’s like your everywhere I go.”

“Maybe this is exactly what we need.” I get closer to you and you drink down the last of your drink. Your deep blue eyes seem like they are pools of want, of yearning. I lean in and kiss you my hand on the back of your head pulling you into me. You offer little resistance if any, your tongue and mine mixing together rolling over each other.

My hands explore your body, your neck, you’re ears. My kissing follows the same path, up your neck, over your ears. I lick and nibble at your flesh and my hands continue downward.

You’re no longer sitting there. Your hands roam over my body as well. My shoulders and back fall prey to your touch as your hands glide up and down. You take off my shirt and I can feel the soft trail of your nails along my back and sides. You push me down. You have had enough waiting; we’ve been waiting for a few years now.

You pin me down and take off your top and bra.

“Don’t move.” You instruct me, and nothing in your voice makes me want to do otherwise. You stand up and take off your skirt so you’re wearing only a thong now. You turn around letting me see all of your body. I’ve wanted that body for so long. There it is in front of me.

“You’re going to do exactly as I tell you if we’re going to do this.” I nod my head in agreement.

You get back up on the bed straddling me. We kiss more and I can feel the tops of your thighs on my bare chest. The touch of your soft skin makes me instantly hard. You can feel me underneath you and start to rub yourself against my cock. I want to take off my pants Escort Etimesgut but I know that you haven’t told me to yet. I don’t want to risk ending this early.

You slide your legs up my chest and end straddling my face.

“Eat me now.” I move your thong aside with my fingers and begin to devour your pussy. I lick slowly at first and faster and faster. I circle your clit and probe deep inside of you with my tongue. You ride my face, your juices mingling with my beard. Your legs start to squeeze my face as you get closer to orgasm. My tongue goes faster and faster driving you to your climax until you cum on my face and mouth. I savor each drop of your cum and enjoy it as you come down from your orgasm.

“Take off the rest of your clothes.”

I oblige and stand in front of you naked my cock stiff from the excitement and pleasure of getting you off. You don’t give me the chance to get back on the bed. You mouth is on my dick already licking it tasting the precum that literally drips from my cock.

I’m in rapture as you’re tongue works my cock up and down teasing the head and then taking it deep into your throat. I rest my hand on the top of your head and guide the movements of your mouth as you use it to enjoy my cock. I won’t cum yet though I have to fuck you, that’s what this trip was for, I have to feel what its like to be inside of you.

“Take me, however you want now.”

I push you onto your back. Years of fantasies flashing in my mind and now I have you, anyway I want you. I place my hands on your hips and position my cock at the lips of your pussy. I pause only for an instant just to make sure this is real. I feel your wetness on the tip of my dick and without Etimesgut Escort Bayan even thinking I thrust in. Your pussy is so tight but I glide in burying my prick deep inside you. We both let out huge sighs as I start to pound away at your cunt.

“Yes harder.” You scream, we’re both overcome by lust.

I take your legs up and pin them above my shoulders and continue to fuck you harder and harder. Foreplay is not what we came here for, not what you came here for. You wanted to be taken, and taken hard. You wanted me to do exactly what I’m doing now, hold you down and fuck you like you had never been before. You wanted to be used for my pleasure.

You start rubbing your clit now. I can barley see your hand your working so hard and fast.

“Oh I’m going to cum, I want you to cum with me.” And as if you knew this would be the magic words my orgasm starts to cross the brink to where I can not hold it back anymore. “Fill me with your cum. I want you to cum deep inside of me.”

“beg me for it.” I say. I want you to show me how desperately you want me.

“Please fill me. Fill my cunt with your cum. I need you to, I need your cum to fill my insides.” And that is it. I can’t hold out any longer, my cock explodes in your pussy as you cum as well. Your pussy squeezes the cum out of my dick as stream after stream fills you.

“get off of me now.” I’m shocked and still cumming. I pull out and the last rope of cum lands on your stomach. I think that something is wrong but you push me on my back and start to lick my cock, taking it all in your mouth. The sensation is almost too much for me but the fact that you licking both our cum off my dick is incredible. You continue to suck and lick gently until my cock is soft in your mouth. You finally lay back and take a single finger and scoop up the cum that landed on your stomach. Never stopping eye contact with me you take it to your mouth and lick every last drop off and swallow. This is how our night begins. It is by far not how it ends.

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It’s my epic summer. I crave the heat. Heat seems to stir up my happiness genes. I had no idea how my organized, careful world would come to such an abrupt and decisive end. You can direct and plan your life in a fashion that corresponds with your economic means and social demands or you can try to self-actualize. I had gone the safe route with occasional side trips to my secret life. I say chuck it all, why not live in the brief time you have. Revel in your oneness. Narcissism in small bites might not be a bad thing.

Why all the detail? I wanted to make sure you understood I wasn’t bored and looking for some gratuitous action. I had a lot of cool things to hold my attention. Why I encouraged a visit to a part of my life I always thought of as my secret world is still something I’m pondering along with my attachment to my friend Ali.

So I started tooling around on the Internet highway on a freeway dedicated to those of the BDSM persuasion. I would chat and message interesting women who styled themselves as Submissive. I had always been comfortable as the Dominant so the D in the D/S pair. Lots of fun, great on-line conversation. Even some texting and a few phone calls. I grew more creative and suggested to a few profiled babes I had a specific scenario in mind and to please message me if interested. I could imagine the hilarity as some of the more sophisticated recipients thought “Fucking Nerd”. Ultimately I met some approval and had to deliver. I offer for the readers entertainment and sympathy (please), Instructions.

Instructions

You are instructed to answer your door wearing your shortest skirt and no under pants. You can choose either a pushup bra or Bustier. You need to find the best way to provide good access to your erect nipples. High heels will be in order and a nice bright red lipstick. Your fragrance should suggest you need serious examination.

Once inside I will continue with your assessment. I need to determine what type of spanking suits you. Your level of grooming will need attention. You may have hair in places that needs to be removed or trimmed.

I will ask you to give me your tongue. After your tongue is placed in my mouth I will begin inspecting your nipples with my fingers. At first I will use gentle caressing pressure to make them stand up. When your nipples are sufficiently hard I will begin to squeeze them and as long as you murmur enjoyment and pleasure your nipples will receive my attention. Careful breast squeezing will further arouse your interest. Perhaps some careful sucking, licking, and nibbling will be well received. Your respectful encouragement is expected.

You will now have a collar fitted and a short lead attached. Naturally you will be led around to get a sense of how you walk in heels, how your hips and ass thrust up as you slowly move about.

Your pheromones will now be tasted and their fragrance examined. You will be directed to wet two of your fingers where you should now be wet and aroused. Offering yourself and asking if more is needed will go a long way to establishing further attention.

You will be directed to spread your legs so you can be inspected. A little hair for decorative purposes is ok but too much around your labia will have to go. Your hair will be trimmed with perhaps a stylish V created and the rest shaved off.

You have begun your journey and it’s time for you to dress for the adventure. Do you have stockings and a sexy garter belt? Well put them on. I expect skimpy and sheer panties. Your breasts should be supported and offered. Makeup and fragrance needs to show how you want to be used and aroused.

Spanking is so critical to your excitement. You love to be spanked but how is the question? There are three basic spanking types; hand, paddle, and cane. Which one will make you lose control and submit must be discovered.

Pulling on your lead you will be positioned on your knees. Crossed slender wrists will be bound behind your back. You will be instructed to position yourself on my lap. I want to make sure you are comfortable and available. I can detect your fragrance and increased breathing. You know you want to be taken.

Instructions follow. I will grasp your hair and pull it back as you are vigorously spanked. Naturally you will be aroused by the hair pulling and spanking. You will have to count out the spanks and plead for harder or less so. 10 spanks will decide how you like your this treatment.

Now things are getting serious. After the hand spanking you will resume your kneeling position. Have you ever worn a ball gag? The sexist aspect is the drool and you need to accept that you will drool when you’re gaged.

You will be instructed to open you moth and the ball gag will be inserted. Tying the ball gag in place behind your hair will set the scene. A paddle will be applied to your ass. You can ask for harder by nodding yes, begging for less by shaking no. You can continue with the way it is by just remaining still. You will be gaged and unable to speak but you can express you delight by groans, moans, squeals, and squeaks.

Perhaps hand Escort Çankaya spanking and paddling is enough to satisfy your desire for ass pain but in that unique case you may want to be caned.

If caning is your desire other arrangements will be necessary. You will have your bonds released and be led over to a short table. Your wrists will be tied to sides of the table. Next, your legs will be spread and tied to the legs of the table. You are now bent over the table and ready to receive the cane. Again you can control the severity but you must understand that you won’t escape without marks.

Bent over the table, panting and waiting. I will toy your ass with the cane to let you get a feeling for what is to come. I will have to express my disappointment in having to abuse you in this fashion. The caning will start and the count will be given. You can controls the intensity but you will receive 5 strokes.

Which do you like the best? Does the hair pulling make you wet and weak? Questions that are answered during the spanking assessment determine where things will go next.

I would have paid good money for a WEB cam or to be a fly on the wall to watch and listen to the reactions. Now bear in mind I didn’t post this on OK Cupid but often thought that might be fun. I sent this to ladies in the life who could at least understand and appreciate. On the whole when I received reactions they ranged from approval to contemptuous dismissal. Dangerous overblown ego resulted from the positive responses. I became selective and started wanting to edit the comments that I received. I thought to send back the edited comments with instruction on how to approach me correctly. Fortunately I realized that self aggrandization is the path to a big fall besides I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.

The profiles on the Internet “Fet” (Fetish) site have stylized pictures and some sort of interesting name. I took a shine to NaturalOne and launched my fetish initiative. It took a couple of days before I received a short but thoughtful note from NaturalOne. What kind of rope did I envision and what would she have to do if her wardrobe didn’t include a pushup bra? BDSM banter, kinky terminology, fetish lexicon. We tested one another with the secret handshake of the sexually liberated. NaturalOne turned out to be a wholesome lady by the name of Ali. Ali, Ali, there was something about that name that fascinated me. Ali was a mother with two young children and, as she repeatedly said, a clueless boring spouse. I had to promise solid confidentiality and respect her position at all times. Little did I know? Had my Crystal Ball not been in the shop I would have taken a short vacation, chucked it all. But I didn’t. Many stories have a satisfying arc, a happy ending. Other more sordid accounts are woven with interesting tragedies and a startlingly sad ending. My tale features both which makes it all the more compelling to tell and hopefully for you to explore and process. You will root for Ali and Terry even at the end. At your peril my friend, at your peril.

I met Ali in the fall. Well it really was more like a collision. The intersections of our lives and hearts was the most breathtaking event I’ve ever experienced. We both pulled up to the BDSM four way stop. Neither of us could stop. We crashed into one another on the internet. An alternate life style WEB home for lonely people with a proud desire to confirm their life styles. I once had a relative tell me I needed therapy after broaching the concept of vanillaness.

Ali and I were separated by 80 miles so naturally we gravitated to an e-mail life.

As our email became more complex and nuanced we realized we needed more intimate contact. Ali had a challenging job as a special math and science teacher so her time was not always hers. We fell into two calls, one as her day began and another in the evening when she walked her dog.

Obsession wouldn’t come close to describing my feelings about these calls. What did we discuss? In the end we left nothing on the table. My connection to Ali was welded by the frank, honest, and open discussions. We both had come together to explore our Dominant – Submissive roles, to define our desires, to stake out positions. Time and time again we detoured into romantic, life mating possibilities. I could see myself with this women. I could see a life together. Ali’s submissive desires would just be the seasoning in our life changing stew.

Nothing survives the light of day. Especially my half formed thoughts and confusions. Nothing will be the same after our final ultimately satisfying but tragic meeting. I asked for it. I planned and plotted. Ali aided and abetted me and drove things along with curiosity and determination. Clearly I was the captain of our adventure and really the more responsible of the two of us for the way things turned out.

We had plans for a special life affirming first meeting but somehow I couldn’t fully accept the new reality. I had actually brow beat Ali to send me a photo. Major infraction in the FetLife community. I had my reasons. Ali complied. Çankaya Escort My realization of Ali’s purity, her beauty drove me to the depths of intense self-recrimination. How could I doubt my angel? We had poured our souls out to each other and I had demanded a JPEG tribute. Perhaps women are right about male base insensitivity. Not perhaps, we are or at least I am. Worst of all.

Ali and I had planned to meet Friday at a quaint riverside restaurant that she had selected for intimate seating. Sounded great to me. Unfortunately I could not contain myself. I suggested we meet Monday just for a quick chat and a chemistry check. Ali agreed and we planned a lunch time meeting. My motives were jumbled but I think driven by insecurity more than anything else.

Not content with restaurant plans I arranged to meet Ali in a park on Monday. We were getting together for drinks on Friday but a quick get together on Monday seemed right for me. Ali would have arranged a Bruce Springsteen concert if I asked. For perspective, 160 mile round trip for an hour visit. Hilarity abounds. Ali points out that this spot where we’re meeting is the rendezvous for the local micro criminals who meet to trade in urine for drug tests. Safe pee, what a concept. I saw Ali appear on the opposite side of the park. I raced over, parked and jumped out of my car. Greeting Ali for the first time stunned me to my core. All I could do was extend my hand for an introductory hand shake. Ali grasped my hand and I felt the ocean move under me. Our first full embrace seemed to last forever as Ali’s softness flowed against me. I had intense feelings of longing, of desire, of downright fear and confusion. I hadn’t felt any human emotions like these for many years and now I wondered if I was being realistic about it all. I released Ali and saw in her smile and the way she held onto my arm that she had undergone a similar realization. I guess this is the moment that people talk about. The elusive “Love at First Sight” moment.

We retreated to my car and after some gentle hand stroking we tried a hesitant kiss. Soft, sure pleading. I knew I had found a very special person. We had spent so much time in one another’s psyches that physical contact was both strange and very satisfying. I decided I was falling in love. Falling in love with an idea, with a fragment born online. Alternately couldn’t believe my good luck and knew I should get the hell out of there.

We discussed our latest BDSM conversations. I suggested I could tie her hands behind her back to see if she liked my technique. Ali was both amused and aroused so she readily complied sitting forward with her hands behind her waiting for the rope.

Ali and I fooled around and laughed. So pure, so together. We parted and I aimed my curiously impoverished-self northward. I should have been satisfied and let it go at that. Greedy bastard.

Friday arrived and I settled into the long drive south. I arrived early and parked in a nearby riverside parking lot. I decided to conduct a couple of business calls. The absurdity of mixing business with pleasure never felt so real to me now.

Off the river park and into town. Ali had made arrangements to meet at a local restaurant famous for its intimate, laid back decor. The King George Inn was now famous for the union of Ali and Terry. I asked Ali if she’d rather call our newly claimed special place “The King” or perhaps “The George” she just laughed and slid into her seat. I couldn’t believe my good fortune as I dropped into my seat across from Ali. We ordered wine and decided food was irrelevant. Ali was my queen, my hotness. Ali’s cute face was wreathed by stunning long hair and her eyes just went on with a blue that announced a serious brain on the other side. I decided to break the ice by complementing Ali on her prominent breast works. Ali almost lost her wine laughing at my rather forward observation but clearly she delighted with my attention.

We talked, we laughed, and we planned to offer our special selves to each other. Time stood still. Finally time evaporated and I escorted Ali to a cab and watched her disappear. My heart was broken until I realized this was just a tune up for next Friday. Oh did I mention we had plans for an all-day fetish event, alone, with no limits? Our deepest desires on the line and waiting.

We couldn’t leave it alone. Our calls continued and our lovers in love theme dissolved into pure BDSM Dom Sub chat.

I sent Ali a nice picture of a kneeling woman in her underwear with her hands tied behind her back. Ali liked that and encouraged me to branch out. I sent a picture of a woman bound with a rope pressed through her cunt. Nice. I commented on the roughness of the sisal rope. Ali though it might serve to focus attention and wondered if I had a piece of rope like that for her. I assured her I did and couldn’t wait to rig her appropriately.

Our graphic encouragement continued. We discussed aspects of the Dom Sub ethos. How to use correct titles. I settled on Sir. I’m not a big fan of the whole Master thing. Ali insisted that her submissive Çankaya Escort Bayan desires were tied to pleasing me completely, without any reservation. I couldn’t tell her that my only desire was to possess her heart and the body that it beat in. What was I thinking? I started with a yearning to fulfill my BDSM desires and now I had fallen in love with my prey. Clearly a dangerous mixture of carnal desire and the things that make life important.

Ali was steadfast that she was a submissive and her desire was to serve her Dom. I wanted to explore how we could manifest her desires. Ali was sure about this and went into detail about collaring, leashing in private and subtle collaring in public. I wanted it all. No limitation. Ali was mine and subject to my command. I felt comfortable and strangely empowered. The whole Dom – Sub relationship made so much sense, was so primal and filled an aching hole in me. What I couldn’t process but I loved was that despite Ali’s Sub status she had ideas, she had interests and goals. A smart poised woman who clearly knew what she wanted. Who was I to argue? I went with the flow. My heart ping ponged between ecstasy and disbelief. How could we ever become the couple we envisioned?

I can’t do justice to the enormity of the tale by leaving it at that. I try to understand, to process, to be at peace but nothing will let that happen. I must deliver the details and I ask your forbearance. We fell into two hour long phone calls a day. Ali called me to preserve her privacy and to make sure she wasn’t overheard. I had the same problem. I used a convenient over the ear Bluetooth device with my mobile phone. I would stalk around my yard every morning trying with Ali to make sense of our previous evening’s ramblings. As I mentioned, we yo-yoed between intense BDSM – Don/Sub conspiracies and a potential life changing joining of our fortunes. Probably our biggest mistake was mixing our interests. We crossed the streams with spectacular results. Very satisfying, terrifyingly tragic.

Our evening calls were the most satisfying for us both. Mostly because of the solitude of our individual settings. Ali was out walking her small dog so she was away from all her hubbub at home and able to really concentrate. And concentrate she did. Ali had some very specific ideas about her Submissive role and constantly tried to get my views, to draw me out with seemingly innocent but usually very charged questions. “My dear, do you think a Sub should spit or swallow” was par for the course with Ali.

I was usually outside as well with a nice fire going in my Chimenea and a decent glass of wine at hand. I could feel the beginning cool air of early fall, see the autumn constellations wheel overhead, and enjoy the quiet. Occasionally the sound of dried leaves rustling down toward the ground would fill the background sounds.

We talked, we laughed, we plotted, and we planned. Our ruthlessness regarding our families, jobs, friends, and social circumstances should have been the first clue to me that my thought process had gone off the rails.

The internet and associated e-mail, text, and chat possibilities assured us that we could exchange our highly charged ideas, observations, and emotional storms. Usually without adequate intellectual vetting and certainly without a real plan built on a solid foundation. We constructed our new public and secret lives on the fragile foundation of our doomed dreams.

Ali’s e-mails always began innocently and then wound up in some steel toothed trap of charged D/S miasma.

Ali to Terry

Speaking in terms of a relationship or BDSM dynamic only, would you say that you enjoy surprises, the unexpected, variety, and spontaneity?

Would you say that in the long term, you would consider your ideal partner to be one that embraced personal growth and accepted part of the responsibility of initiating innovative play?

Terry to Ali

Ha, Ha. Is this a trick question? I suspect you already know the answer. Surprise, innovative play can on one hand be a delightful addition or a delicious opportunity for ritual correction. Win win. Don’t you think Il Mio Amore?

Ali to Terry

Not a trick question. Just trying to learn about you.

Terry to Ali

Well I hope it was instructive but seriously didn’t you see my reaction coming? I have tarted up a little ditty for your inspection and enjoyment. I messed up tense and sentence structure but I was determined to move our discourse in another direction. Your impressions and possible effect on your day will be eagerly awaited. BTW would you rather a Word Doc or is the in-line approach acceptable? I offer for your enjoyment and arousal, “Ali Surrenders”.

Ali Surrenders

You enter the room and things seem slow and tinged with deep shadows. You notice the candles and sense some exotic fragrance that seems to infuse the air. You’ve seen this before and sure enough there is the chair front and center. A pillow is positioned in front of the chair and another on the right side. Nice comfortable pillows reassure you that your Dom Lover has your comfort in mind. You ass isn’t so sure. Your man enters the room, he’s wearing a short silk robe and underneath a pair of short black silk shorts. He’s got a gleam in his eye, a crop and paddle in hand, and an intoxicating cologne that seems to make your erect nipples quiver.

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He glances in the rear view mirror to check his reflection again. The day is waning and dusky shadows are just starting to creep over the landscape. He smiles and sees his teeth flashing white in the mirror, keeping one eye on the road, he rumples his perfect hair, trying to adopt a bad boy image. It is not possible, his flawless face and smooth skin can never be anything other than boyish, possibly with a hint of mischief thrown in.

His sleek dark car cuts the air almost silently, tires at one with the road, caressing it as it eats up the miles. He tears his eyes from the mirror, a frown creasing his full lips, furrowing his forehead. Her image floats before his eyes, the long hair, eyes that seem to follow him, and her hips, oh, to lay his head upon her belly and feel those hips under his fingers. A shiver runs along his spine, visibly shaking his body. If only the photograph is even close to her appearance he fears that he will fall instantly in love.

A blind date, well sort of, he has seen the one photo, and he has studied it so that he has every detail burned into his memory. As the shadows deepen, his lights turn on and he concentrates on the road. A song runs through his mind and he smiles as he recognizes the tune he has begun to hum, “Devil Eyes.”

His headlights pick up movement on the side of the road, and his eyes are drawn to the figure that stands just off the pavement. It as if it takes a lifetime to reach her. His car moves in slow motion as every detail is burned into his brain.

Short, with a defiant stance, unruly short dark hair on top of a round face, eyes gleaming in his headlights. Sandals with legs that seem to grow up out of the ground coming together in a perfect V, the headlights piercing through the light cotton skirt. Hips thrusting outwards, drawing the eye upwards to look longingly at the the perfect waist and torso that blossoms into the most tantalizing breasts.

Almost unable to take his eyes from the heaving breasts, he finds his mouth watering as he catches sight of her supple white neck, so attuned to the moment that he can see her pulse beating, beckoning his lips. His tongue slips forward as if touching that beating flesh, and then he finally gazes into her eyes and he is lost.

Time stands still, he cant even breathe, the car seemingly stopped…and then he sees her thumb, larger than life, it grabs his attention – hitchhiking! His tires squeal on the pavement as his senses return, his breathing labored as the car finally comes to rest on the shoulder of the road. His blinker casting strobe like effects into the woods. She is bathed in red from his taillights as she slowly, almost floating, approaches his car.

The red light bathing her face gives an eerie cast to her features, her eyes burning bright like twin campfires in the night. He pushes the button and the passenger door unlocks just as her hand touches the handle. Escort Kızılay She peeks in, her lips quivering as if afraid, her tongue licking slowly along her bottom lip.

Her blouse gaping open as she leans in to stare at him. His eyes fixated on the pale strip of skin, exposed, lit by the harsh interior light, that separates the heaving twin globes of her breast. She cocks her head quizzically at him, and hiking her already short skirt higher, she slides in fluidly, melting into the seat.

He can smell her, a pleasant mix of oranges and soap, faintly tinged with mint. His lips curl into a smile as he lifts his eyes to study her face. She smiles back revealing pearly whites that gleam, perfect lips, like a little bow, and he feels his manhood stirring. Shifting in his seat he puts the car into gear and pulls back out onto the blacktop, letting his car eat up the road.

His eyes fixed on the road ahead, he sees movement as she adjusts her blouse, tugs at her skirt and shifts in the seat. Not one word has yet been exchanged, yet he feels a comfortable peace settling between them, an almost physical presence that can be touched.

She leans back in the seat, her perfect breasts jutting forward as she runs her fingers through her hair. His cock twitches in his pants and his lips part as a low moan slips unbidden between them.

She turns towards him, letting her gaze roam appraisingly over his face, down his chest until her eyes stare at his crotch. As if on cue it grows, almost as if her gaze were stroking him. And with that thought in his mind, he grips the wheel tighter, his face flushing with colour.

As time rushes by, his moans get louder, his ass pushing down into the seat, the tightness in his groin becoming impossible to ignore. She lifts her eyes to stare at his face and she reaches her hand forward, resting it lightly on his crotch. His hips lift and push at her hand, its heat seeping through his jeans, turning his cock to a molten rod.

She slides closer, both hands working at the button, and then as his zipper is lowered he feels the relief of his cock being freed, the tightness in his balls as her small hands hold his turgid cock. He concentrates on breathing, in and out, in and out. He cannot let his mind acknowledge what is happening or he will surely lose touch with reality.

Her fingers soft and nimble as they hold his throbbing member, he can smell his own arousal and as he takes a deep breath her arousal as well.

Shaking his head to stay focused on his driving…not wanting to lose this moment, afraid that if he speaks she may pull away. She slowly strokes his cock, her fingers loosely holding him, unable to wrap her hand around him, she places both hands on him and uses her palms to rub up and down.

He stiffens, holding his breath as he sees her bending, stealing a glance he witnesses her tongue as Kızılay Escort it moistens her lips. The first touch of her wet tongue to his winking slit sends his body into a paroxysm of spasms, even his tight sphincter convulsing.

She hesitates for just one second before plunging her lips over his cock. Her hot mouth a tight sheath for his rock hard shaft. He grabs her head and pushes her down hard on his swollen prick. Bucking his hips upwards, fucking her hot wet mouth with short stabs, his cock driving deep into her tightened throat, her gagging caressing, massaging his head.

He pulls to the side of the road, putting the car in park and finally lets her up for air. She pulls off his cock just enough to drag in a deep breath and down she goes again. This time the feelings more intense as he realizes she is swallowing his cock, and he does not have to hold her in place.

He reaches along her back and finds her ass crack. His finger dips in and follows the heated groove til he hears her moan. His finger pushes into her ass, tight and dry, he rams it home….and holds her in position with just that one probing digit. His other hand grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing her head up and down….fucking his cock with her face.

Long deep thrusts, she gags and drags in a breath to be forced down onto his long thick cock once more. He searches along her crack until he finds her slick opening, pushing his thumb deep inside. In and out, rubbing his thumb and finger together through the thin membrane.

He releases her hair and tears at her blouse. Ripping fabric, he grips one breast tightly in his hand, and bodily pulls her up by it, her lips coming off of his cock with a wet plop. Keeping his fingers buried in her ass and cunt….he gobbles her nipple into his mouth, sucking, nibbling, tearing at the swollen bud until he feels her body shivering, her moans filling the car.

The smell of their bodies driving him wild….he digs his teeth in at the base of her full nipple and pulls, chewing at it. She screams, anguish overridden by carnal lust, it fills the interior of the car, unable to escape. Her cunt pouring over his hand, her vaginal walls sucking at his thumb, sphincter trying to tear his finger off.

He lets go of her nipple, and her hand flies to it, covering it, protecting it as she uses her other hand to feed him the opposite nipple, she screams before his lips even touch it, her hips grinding at his hand.

He lets her ride his hand, while his teeth scissor at her breast, until she stills, her body quiet but for the clenching of internal muscles and the laboring of her breathing. He lifts her face to him by her chin and covers her mouth with his own. Biting her lips, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth until she groans, her small hands pushing ineffectually at his chest.

His moans vibrating her lips, as she struggles Kızılay Escort Bayan for air. He lifts her and pushes her backwards, pushing her skirt up to her belly and climbs over top. He looks deeply into her eyes as his cock finds her pulsing cock hungry hole. He thrusts true and deep, bottoming out at her back wall before his cock has fully penetrated, his ungh of disappointment makes her shiver.

She winces as his cock hammers her vagina…his length painful as it pushes at her cervix, threatening to push through. She bites her bottom lip, and pushes at his chest, as he pulls out, she quickly turns under him, pushing her ass in the air.

He looks in awe at the winking brown eye, and remembers how it strangled his finger. With a deep groan he reaches under her, pinches her clit hard between thumb and finger, and pushes his cock into her ass, slow steady pressure until his balls are resting on her perineum.

Her futile struggles are contained by his weight pushing down on her and her screams seem like a love ballad to his ears. He holds still, buried balls deep in her hot tight quivering ass. Waiting for her body to adjust to his girth, his length.

As her anguished cries morph into moans of pleasure, her body starts to move under him…she starts a rhythm and he follows along, fucking her ass, rubbing her clit, grabbing a handful of hair and jerking her head back sharply.

His tumescent cock and tight tingling balls take over his actions and his hips become a piston…plowing her ass hard and deep and fast, until his passion rises, his balls pull tight to his body and he feels the pressure, overwhelming him…taking control of him.

Her long low moan, her quivering body, her convulsing muscles that squeeze on his cock, and her swollen clit bucking out of control in his fingers, his cock explodes, filling her ass with his seed. The very essence of his life bursting from the tip of his cock and filling her bowels. So deep in her bowels that she feels the pressure in her cunt and in her belly.

Their mingled screams and moans of pleasure imbibe the car, saturating its very fabric with primal lust. He pulls his still spurting cock from her ass and pushes it gently into her quivering cunt….slow shallow strokes as her walls milk the last of the spunk from his flagging cock.

Weak with the force of his orgasm, he reaches to flip her over, dropping fully onto her, placing his lips tenderly on hers, and passionately kissing, while his waning cock rests between her still parted thighs.

As their breathing returns to normal….he moves from her, and helps her to sit. Looking at each other, a smile creeping onto both of their faces, she looks outside. They have been parked right outside her home.

She nods once at him and slips from the car….pulling her skirt down as she walks away. Shaking his head, thinking of all the things he should have said, he watches as she turns and waves at him before disappearing behind the door.

Running fingers through his rumpled hair….he checks the time…he will only be a few minutes late for his date….and as he glances in the mirror, looking back at him….is a bad boy.

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“I have a four hour layover, but that’s not enough time to get home and back to catch my flight. Why don’t you just pick me up and we can go get coffee or something somewhere? Sorry.”

Darcy was disappointed, but I didn’t really have time to make it back to the house before I had to head on to the next city. It sounded like she had something in store for me.

When she picked me up, I got a big, long hug. I could smell her citrus vanilla perfume – my favorite. I love hugging my wife – she has a great body for hugging – just the right height, firm breasts pressed against me, and that wonderful smell.

For some reason she insisted on driving the car. (She drives a Vibe, because, well, we own a few vibes.)

I wasn’t sure where she was going. But I was tired, so I didn’t ask. Then she pulled into the parking lot of the Sheraton. “Uh, what are we doing here, honey?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. That’s weird. How’d we end up here?” she said with a grin.

She took my hand and guided me through the lobby to the elevators. Oh, I think I know what’s going on, now.

In the elevator, she took out a cloth and wrapped it around my eyes, so I couldn’t see. Then she guided me off the elevator, down the hall, and into one of the rooms. I heard her close the door behind us. She gently led me to a chair, and had me sit down. She kissed my lips gently and whispered, “Sit tight.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said. I think I’m going to like this.

I heard some soft music start playing. Then I felt Darcy’s body lean over me and pull off the blindfold. There was my beautiful wife, in my favorite pjs – one of my old t-shirts that accentuated her ample breasts and a loose-fitting pair of sweat shorts. I never was a fancy pj guy, so Darcy’s outfit was super-sexy to me. I leaned forward to get up, but she told me to sit still. I obeyed.

She turned the lights down, and began to sway to the music – moving her hot body from side to side, and quietly singing along. She began to run her hands around her body – down her sides and hips, turning around to show me her awesome ass. It was a great show, and I was definitely getting hard just watching her. I loved how she wasn’t self-conscious about her body and just swayed to the music.

Her hands started gently rubbing the sides of her firm, upright breasts. I could see her nipples start to protrude from her shirt. This was clearly exciting her, too.

She ran her hands down over her hips, slowly turned as her hands ran over her ass and she bent forward slightly, showing me my favorite part. She continued around and let her hands caress her breasts, rubbing them from outside her shirt.

Slowly she lifted her shirt over her head exposing her bra. She continued swaying to the music, and dropped one bra strap off her shoulder, she slid her arm out, but held the bra in place.

Then she turned around and moved toward me. I unhooked her bra. She turned around again, so I could see. Slowly she let the bra fall from her hands, exposing her beautiful breasts. She looked me right in the eye, and brought the left breast up to her mouth – running circles around the nipple with her tongue. She then did the same with her right breast. I was in heaven.

She released her breasts and slowly started to drop her sweat shorts – they fell gently to the floor, exposing her panties. I could already see a little wet spot on them. She ran her hands all over her body – over her hips, her breasts, down her thighs, between her legs, over her ass.

Then she leaned Escort Eryaman back and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked right at me and began to rub her increasingly wet pussy over her panties. Her eyes closed as she struggled to find some satisfaction this way. I watched as the wet spot grew a little. She pulled her pants up between her pussy lips, and ran her fingers over the edge of her lips. She stood up, and turned around. Bending over she showed me her beautiful ass. Her hands rubbed all over her ass, as she pulled her panties up between her ass cheeks. Her ass looked so perfect and round.

She stood back up, and slowly wiggled those panties off. My wife was now naked, while I sat completely clothed in a chair.

She moved towards me then got down on her knees in front of me. She smoothly took off my shoes and socks, then reached forward to open my belt and pants. For the first time I felt the warmth of her body. We kissed briefly, then she lifted my hips and wiggled my pants off, leaving my boxer briefs on. I looked down and saw a few little wet spots.

Then she came back to me and leaned on my lap – her warm skin felt so good in my legs. She slowly kissed the inside of my thighs and moved her mouth toward my hard cock. Looking up at me, she pulled my underwear to the side releasing my cock from its constraints.

She licked my cock head, gently running the tip of her tongue around the rim of my head. When she got to my wet hole, she took some wetness on her tongue and circled my hole with it. Then she took the wetness on her tongue, looked up at me, and rubbed it all over her lips.

Her lips then moved to my cock. The head slid in with ease, as she let her hot mouth take in most of my cock. She released me from her mouth, raised my hips, pulled off my underwear. She then unbuttoned my shirt, and helped me take it off.

She leaned over me, kissed my lips and our tongues danced. Then she went over to the bed and got something. I my excitement I hadn’t even noticed that the bed was turned down, and that there were several of our toys laying on it. I didn’t see what she had, but I could guess.

She got back on her knees in front of me. With her breasts resting on my legs, she start kissing and sucking my very hard cock.

My wife has the hottest lips and best mouth I’ve ever seen. Her soft, full lips feel like heaven on my cock’s shaft. Her mouth is the perfect size for my cock. I love it when I’m in her mouth, and she loves having me there. She continued to suck and kiss my cock for several minutes.

Then she lifted up my cock and began giving my balls all her attention. I slid down in the chair to give her better access. Oh, god, she felt so good – her mouth sucking my balls, her hair on my legs, her hand stroking my shaft.

After a couple minutes of this, she pulled away and leaned back against the bed – spreading her legs perfectly for me. She reached over and got one of her small silver vibes. I saw her begin to explore her pussy with her fingers, then the vibe. She turned it on, and let it slide between her very wet pussy lips. She moved it up to her red, hard clit and let the vibrations take over. Her eyes closed and she clearly enjoyed the feeling. With her free hand she lifted her tit to her mouth, sucking on her hard nipple. It takes only a minute until she cums. But I knew she wasn’t satisfied.

As her breathing slowed, she released her breast, and reached over for her large black dildo – she was ready to be fucked. While I Eryaman Escort watched my wife she slid her large dildo into her waiting pussy. I heard her moan loudly as it entered her and she pushed it in.

She pulled the dildo out, leaned toward me, slid it into my mouth, and let me suck all her juices off. Then she handed me the clean dildo, stood up and turned around. Standing right in front of me, she bent over, showing me her sweet ass hole and pussy. She reaches around and spreads her pussy lips for me – it’s clear she wanted me to fuck her with the dildo. I oblige.

I slid it in and we quickly found a rhythm. While I fucked her pussy with her toy, she let the vibe stimulate her clit. With my free hand, I can’t resist rubbing her beautiful ass and the rest of her body – her hips, her legs, her hanging tits, her back. I leaned forward and begin to lick and kiss all over her ass – she loved it. I let my tongue dance gently over her glorious back hole.

Her moans grew louder, which I knew meant she was going to cum. She put down her vibe and used both hands to grib the chair arms. She fucked the dildo hard, and I pounded her with it. Just as her moans reached a cry, she pushed the toy out of her pussy. With one hand she quickly grabbed my cock, as she let out a deep growling moan, she released her hot squirt all over my hard cock. The feeling of her hot liquid on my cock was amazing! With both her hands she rubbed the hot liquid over my very hard cock.

Falling forward, she dropped to her knees and turned around. She quickly took my cock into her mouth again – licking her own squirt off. Oh, god, her hot mouth feels good. Quickly she stands up and kisses me deeply, letting me taste her juices. I licked up all I could.

She slowly released our kiss, and started kissing and licking her way down my chest. I knew she was hungry for my cock again.

She took it in her mouth and sucked. One hand gently massaged my tightening balls, while her mouth made love to my cock. She then grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled them toward her face – as she did this my cock slipped all the way into her mouth. My cock head touched the back of her throat. She released and then did it again, and then again. Each time she released with a deep exhale. Being deep in her throat was an incredible feeling.

Again, she pulled on my legs until I slid down in the chair. She buried her faces in my balls, and began to suck. Her tongue danced and mouth sucked the spot between my balls and ass hole – this is the spot that always drives me crazy. It felt so good, and she knew that I’d lose control if she sucked it and licked it.

She continued to lick all over my balls and my secret spot, she sucked on it and nibbled on it. I slid lower in the chair and gave her better access. Then her tongue went all the way down, and flicked my ass hole. “Oh, fuck,” I cried. She took that as a signal to continue. She lifted my legs up in the air, I held them with my hands so she could have perfect access. With her mouth all over my most private parts, one finger started rubbing my tight, little hole. After a couple minutes of this, she got her finger very wet and slowly pressed it against my hole, sucking on my balls as she pushed. My ass hole opened right up, and her finger slid in. I heard her say, “Good boy,” just as her finger slid in. This sensation made me wild. She licked around my hole, while her finger was gently inside. She pulled her finger back out, and got something off the bed. As if by Eryaman Escort Bayan instinct, she took my cock in her mouth while she opened a small tube of anal lube.

She put some on her finger, and rubbed it around my hole. “You have the cutest ass hole in the world, my dear,” she said. Now that I was lubed, she pressed her index finger against my hole, with a little effort it slid in. I moaned again, louder than before. I felt her finger go into my hole, deep. Then she gently slid it in and out. “Is that okay?” she asked. “It’s perfect,” came my breathless response.

She slid her finger in and out for a couple minutes, licking me and sucking my cock the whole time. Then she looked up at me, and I said, “put two finger in, honey.” She obliged. She backed out her one finger, the slid two in at the same time. Oh, fuck. That felt so good.

She started sliding them in and out gently. It was such an awesome feeling. I looked down and saw my wife fingering my ass hole. She looked so happy making me happy.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations. I felt like I wanted more in my ass. I asked her to slide in three fingers, she said, “I have a better idea.”

She gently removed her fingers and lifted me off the chair. She led me to the bed and told me to lay on my stomach right in the middle of the bed. I obeyed. Then she raised my hips, so my ass was in the air. She got behind me and began rubbing my hole again. She slid one finger in again, and then two. My ass took her fingers much easier this time. She fucked me with two finger for a minute or two. I could tell she was spreading my hole, so she could get another finger in.

But instead of another finger, she grabbed a small dildo. She spread some of the lube on it and rubbed it around my anus. I was eager to feel it inside. She gently pushed against my hole, it opened and the dildo slid in. “Oh, fuck,” I cried. It hurt, but it felt good, too. “Oh, fuck,” I said again. Darcy left it alone for a minute while I adjusted to its size. Then she slowly started fucking me with it. With one hand she moved the dildo in and out, with the other she reached between my legs and rubbed balls and stroked my cock. This continued for what seemed an eternity of pleasure. But I knew it couldn’t last forever – or at least I couldn’t hold my cum much longer.

My beautiful wife gently pulled the dildo out of me. She kissed and licked all over my hole, as it slowly closed. I had to cum soon, my balls were killing me. Darcy rolled me over on to my back, she straddled my body, and slid my cock into her waiting pussy. She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned her weight on to me, letting her luscious breasts fall into my waiting mouth. She rode my cock deeply – pulling it out to my head, then sliding it in all the way. Her familiar grinding motion felt wonderful. I could take only so much – my cum began to rise. My breath quickened as did hers. We loved cumming together, so I held off as long as I could. As she pushed all her weight in to me, I felt her body tighten, then release. She came deeply, just as I released my full load inside her wet pussy.

Our mutual orgasm seemed to continue forever – she thrusting her hips down on my cock. As the energy subsided, she quickly rolled off me and moved up my body and straddled my face – I loved the taste of her pussy after we’ve cum together.

I licked her hole and tasted all of her. I sucked on her clit, until I heard her breath quicken one last time and she released a third orgasm. As she did, I let her juices drip into my mouth.

Her heavy breathing subsided, and she rolled off my face. She laid next to me with her head on my shoulders, and her arms across my chest. We breathed in unison, and enjoyed each other’s warmth. I really didn’t want to get on my next flight.

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Yes, you might say we’re a bit of an odd couple: think Laura Bush meets George Harrison—except Cathy’s husband isn’t made of the same stuff presidents are made of, and I can’t sing Happy Birthday without ruining the party.

But we get on okay—as long as we don’t talking politics, religion or country music!

Sometimes it’s a little disconcerting when I meet her right after she gets home from church. I’ve got her bent over the back of her couch, Sunday best pushed up over her head, soaking panties yanked aside, my cock is buried so far up inside the most heavenly pussy I’ve ever experienced, and I take a moment to glance around the room. Her living room is like the centerfold from Country Home Kitchen and Gardens. Arghhh…. Time to close the eyes and drill harder!

Even with the Internet, it’s a miracle we ever met. But if you could bottle the chemical reaction that happens when we get within smelling distance of each other, you could solve the world’s problems in the time span of an orgasm!

When we Escort Sincan first met, we talked about likes and dislikes, and she said she didn’t like bondage. I was disappointed, but I wanted to fuck her—and I wanted to fuck her right then! So I wasn’t about to get compulsive about a detail like bondage. Needless to say, once I convinced her that I wasn’t an axe murderer (she actually asked!) my plan worked flawlessly.

Our second time together (Yes, there was a first time, and yes, it was spectacular; she actually wore black leather boots! Blew me away and drove me insane. I couldn’t tear my head away from her ankles and calves—my hot face pressed against the cool leather, inhaling deeply….Arghhhhhhhhhh….. The boots stayed on through the whole event!)

Where were we?….Oh yes, our second time together: I had actually convinced her to let me blindfold her and undress her. This is one of my favorite acts of lovemaking. The painfully slow undressing and sampling of newly exposed flesh, new scents, Sincan Escort new textures, new sensations….

We’re standing on the Persian rug in my guest room, and I hold the black silk scarf casually in my left hand. Candles, a nice Shiraz, classical guitar playing softly in the background—I’ve pulled out all the stops: “Turn around and close your eyes.”

She does as I instruct, but with a bit of an indulgent smile on her lips as if to say, “Okay, I’ll humor you this time.”

As I bring the scarf up across her eyes and secure the knot at the back of her head I sense the first pangs of fear and hesitation, “Can I really trust you?”

I reply in a soft voice, over her shoulder, just beside her ear, “Keep your arms at your sides, and don’t move. Don’t speak. Just do as I say… Now relax…and breathe.”

I hear her inhale slowly—long and full. Then the softest moan as she exhales.

I had told her what I had planned, but left the outfit up to her. She’s wearing a dark Sincan Escort Bayan green button-up silk blouse with the top two buttons unbuttoned—conservative but inviting; a black business blazer; black skirt that comes down just below the knees where it meets…yes…those devastating black leather boots that come up over her calves. There is no actual leg, nor much flesh of any sort, showing. Her shoulder-length wavy auburn hair falls easily about her neck.

“Turn around for me—slowly. Let me see how you look.” She’s a little unsteady as she turns, not accustomed to the lack of sight.

“You’re absolutely stunning.”

I watch as the muscles in her face relax and her lips turn up slightly in a mildly embarrassed smile.

Then I step in close to her. I pass my face close to hers, coming to rest within an inch of the side of her neck. I inhale—deeply and audibly. “Mmmmm…You smell good.” She reacts involuntarily by inhaling deeply herself. She can tell by my voice, and the feel of my breath against her skin that I am very close, though I haven’t yet touched her. She is beginning to crave that touch.

I let my face brush some of the hair away from her neck and let my lips and the tip of my nose graze the side of her neck. More inhaling…

(To be continued…)

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“Hey! What’s up?” I heard a female voice say.

I had just finished mowing my backyard lawn. I turned to the left to see my neighbor with her head above the wooden fence, smiling at me.

Emily is a pretty brunette in her early twenties. A college student, comes back home to stay with her parents during the summer.

I turned toward the fence, pulling off my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face and neck as I did. “You’re looking at what’s going on.” I told her. “I’m just mowing the yard in the 120º heat, like an idiot man.”

I saw her eyes glance over my chest as I walked closer to the fence. Emily was obviously standing on something in order to peek over the top of the fence. She had her arms resting on the top of the fence and her chin was balanced on her hands. Her long brown hair flowed out over her shoulders, hiding what I guessed would be the straps of her shirt or bikini.

I was always a little jealous of the pool next door. You could smell the water sometimes, and the sunlight would reflect off of it during the heat of the day. Whenever I heard people splashing in it on a hot day like this, I wanted to hop the fence and jump in.

“Yeah,” she replied, “it’s way too hot to do that. You’re going to die of heatstroke.”

“So what’s going on with you?” I asked her, hoping to change the subject to something other than the heat.

“I’m just hanging out. Mom and Dad left this morning for their annual trip to Colorado.” She told me.

“You didn’t want to go? Or were you not invited?” I teased.

She laughed and shook her head, “No, I didn’t want to be the third person in a hotel room. That really isn’t my idea of fun you know, sharing a room with my parents.”

As she shook her head, her hair shifted revealing a bare right shoulder. I assumed she was wearing some type of bikini top, but the bare shoulder made her look naked. I began to feel my cock growing stiff in my shorts.

“Yeah, I guess you might cramp your parents’ style,” I replied. “Of course you might have also interfered in other ways, too.”

I left the meaning of that statement hanging in the air. She looked a little puzzled for a second, and then replied, “Ohhhh, gross! That’s the last thing I want to picture them doing!”

I laughed out loud. I always enjoyed the little chats I had with Emily over the years. She was always cute and funny and she laughed at every stupid thing I said. I was three years older than her and just about to graduate college. Back in high school, I was amazed at how she developed into a young woman. Today, looking at her over the fence, I again realized just how beautiful she had become.

“Well,” I said, “I guess I’ll hit the showers and cool off.”

“You can always hop the fence and jump in our pool if you want.” She said with a smile.

“You mean that?” I asked her.

“Of course!” she replied with another smile. “You can come over anytime.” “Okay, I won’t pass that up. It’s just too damn hot.” I walked closer in preparation of climbing the fence.

“Be careful,” she warned me. “Don’t land on this bucket I’ve been standing on.” Her head and arms disappeared below my eye level behind the fence as she stepped down.

Again I laughed and said, “No problem, with any luck, I’ll land right in the pool.”

I heard her laughing as she stepped away from the fence. I braced my hands on the top in order to lift myself up and over. As I pushed up and was about to lift my left leg onto to the top of the fence, I glanced over at Emily.

She was walking away from the fence. Her back was facing me. I nearly fell over the fence.

Emily was wearing red thong bikini bottoms.

That’s all she had on, just the bottom of the bikini. The thread of the back was lost forever in the most perfect ass I’ve seen. Her hair flowed down her bare back. From my viewpoint, she was tanned all over her body. As she walked away from me, her ass cheeks jiggled with each step. As she reached the edge of the pool, she took a quick running step and dove into the water.

“Damnnnnn,” I whispered out loud as I watched her swimming underwater. I stumbled my way over to a lounge chair and began removing my shoes.

Emily pulled up from her dive and stood up. She was in about four feet of water. Her hair had slicked back on her head and she smiled as she walked towards me. As she approached, her breasts came into view. I sat there with a shoe in my hand, staring at her as she came closer.

The water seemed to melt away from her body. I watched droplets gather in that sweet underside curve of her breasts, then to slowly drip off onto her belly.

She giggled and said, “Are you just going to stare at me all day, or are you going to undress and get in the pool?”

I awoke out of my stupor and said, “Ummm, yeah, I’ll Escort Keçiören be right there.” I kicked off my other shoe, tossed my socks on the ground, and stood up.

As I was doing this, Emily was reaching down into the water. She came up holding her bikini bottom around her finger and twirling it in the air.

“I won’t wear mine, if you won’t wear yours,” she said with a mischievous grin. “I’m going to get a beer, do you want one?”

“Sure,” I replied, watching closely as she stepped out of the pool.

Emily was naked, standing in front of me, with water cascading down her body. She suddenly stepped forward, and slid my shorts and underwear down in one movement. The way that she was bent forward while doing that, she was nearly hit in the face by my cock as it popped free from my shorts.

“Mmmmmm,” she whispered. “Why don’t you rinse all of this sweat off in the pool and then come over there and have your way with me.” She was pointing toward another lounge chair that was in the shade. She gave my cock a soft tug and turned away from me, heading toward the house.

“I’ll have your beer waiting for you,” she said.

I watched her ass jiggle as she sauntered away from me.

She turned her head, knowing that I was watching her, and smiled.

As hard as it was to do, I turned away from the view of Emily walking and I dove into the pool. The cool water felt so wet and refreshing. The chill of the water did nothing to diminish the rock-hard erection that Emily had caused.

I swam around for a minute to rinse off the dust, sweat and debris that I had picked up while mowing the yard. When I finally stood up, the first thing I did was to look around and orient myself so I could see Emily.

There she was, stretched out on the lounge chair. The chair was in a slight reclining position, and she was on her back, watching me as I swam. She had her lovely legs crossed at the ankles. Her breasts were so perfect. Emily’s breasts were smooth and tanned, topped with slightly erect, pinkish nipples. Her long brown hair flowed out behind her, across her shoulders and slightly across her chest. She was perfect.

If you’ve ever walked naked towards a woman lying down, you know how awkward it is to approach her with a hard cock. My cock seemed to point the way, attempting to get there before I did. It bounced and waved with each step. I stopped a few steps away from her and admired her lovely nude body.

Emily giggled as she looked up at my hard cock. “I’m glad you brought along your friend,” she said with a smile. “I can tell he’s enjoying himself.”

“I can’t believe I’m even asking this while looking down at a beautiful naked woman,” I told her, “but do you have that beer? I’m really hot from mowing and I really need something to drink.”

Emily sat up in the lounge chair. “I’m sorry. I was watching you in the pool. Let me get it for you,” she said.

She was already sitting up. Now she spun her legs off of the lounge toward me. The movement placed her feet on the deck next to mine. Her face was now inches away from my cock.

She looked at it for a few seconds and then she slowly looked up at me.

Is there any man alive that doesn’t just melt to jelly when he looks down and sees a lovely woman near his cock looking back up at him? That look is all so innocent and naughty at the same time. It is a look of questioning, seeking permission to do what you know you want her to do.

I don’t think my facial expression changed, but she looked me deep in the eyes and she knew the answer was a screaming affirmative.

Emily slowly moved forward until her soft pink lips kissed the red-pink head of my hard cock. I stared in total disbelief as her lips softly parted to allow the head of my dick to slide into her mouth. It was like sliding my cock into her tight, wet pussy.

Her hands went out to the back of my thighs, and slowly slid up to cup the cheeks of my ass. She gently pulled me forward a few inches as she swallowed more of my cock. I could feel her tongue working its magic along the underside of my dick.

Emily’s left hand came back around and she grabbed the base of my cock as she slowly slid it out of her mouth. Again, she repeated the whole process. I watched again as the head of my cock pushed past her lips into her hot little mouth.

“Emily,” I whispered, “I can’t take much of this. I’ve dreamed about this for years. It feels so good I’m not going to last long.”

Emily looked up at me again, and slowly slid my cock out of her mouth.

“Then don’t,” she replied.

She went back to sucking my dick. Her hand and mouth began working together, sliding back and forth. She had my cock so wet and her hand and mouth were so tight. I began to feel my orgasm beginning long before Keçiören Escort Bayan I ever thought it would. I was about to come and come hard.

My hips began to pump uncontrollably. Emily felt this and increased her attentions on me.

“Ohhhhhh,” I moaned. “Emily…Emily….I’m about to come, baby.” I wanted to warn her before I ended up shooting my load down her throat.

To her credit, Emily moaned deeply. That did it. The vibrations of her moaning, not to mention the incredibly sexy way that sounded, pushed me over the edge.

I came. I came so hard I think my heart stopped for a second or two. Emily took the first large spurt in her mouth and down her throat. Then, she smoothly but quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth and pointed it downward.

“Ohhhh, baby,” she whispered. “Come on my tits. Come all over my tits. I want to feel it.”

I felt like I was coming over and over as I pumped my cock through her hand. Jet after jet of my hot liquid shot out onto her chest. I was thrusting into her hand in quick spasms.

Finally, I slowed down my hip movements, but my cock just kept pumping. The last few spurts slowly dribbled out across her fingers. She relaxed her grip on my cock, but continued to slide her hand on it, rubbing across the head of it with her thumb.

“Unnnnh,” I moaned as my cock became too sensitive to her touch. I finally had to pull away from her hand. I collapsed onto the lounge chair next to hers, breathing hard, thinking I was about to pass out.

“Soooooo,” she said with giggle, “are you ready for that beer?”

I looked over at her. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever known was sitting next to me. She had a radiant smile on her face.

Huge drops of my cum were slowly sliding their way across her breasts. Incredibly, one load had landed just above the nipple of her right breast and was slowly sliding across the pink areola. Emily reached up with her cum covered hand and slid her fingers through the cum on her chest, sliding it around.

She looked over at me as she worked the cum over her nipples. “I guess I need to clean up a little,” she said with a smirk.

She stood up. It was a reverse of positions from earlier. Now my face was inches away from her belly. I was staring directly at her belly. Her tightly trimmed pussy hair was so close to my mouth that I could see the hair moving from my breath. I could smell her arousal.

I looked up at her face as she looked down at me. She knew what I was thinking. She reached out and stroked the close-cropped hair on my head.

“Not right now, baby,” she told me. “Let me clean up and get you that beer. Then we’ll see what happens.”

She turned and walked away from me, heading toward the back door of the house. I sat there, still breathing hard, watching her walk away from me.

Just before she got to the back door, she turned and looked back at me, knowing I was watching her. She smiled at me.

This time, I followed her. stepped into the coolness of the house and found her in the kitchen. She had a damp paper towel and was slowly wiping away the residue of my cum. She heard me come in through the door and close it behind me, but she was in a trancelike state, as if mesmerized by what had just happened.

Let me paint the picture if I can. A beautiful tanned brunette named Emily is standing in the center of her kitchen. She is totally naked and leaning against the large butcher-block center island. There is a doorway behind her leading into the dining room. The window in the dining room provides just enough light to showcase her profile.

She is slowly wiping her breasts with a damp paper towel. As she wipes upward, her hand catches on the underside of her breast, sliding across her erect nipple, and then as her hand continues its upward motion, her breast falls free, jiggling softly. I can see her nipples standing proud, a combination of excitement and from the coolness of the air-conditioning.

I’m standing in the kitchenette, observing all of this. Emily turns her head toward me and smiles. She wads up the paper towel and tosses it into the sink.

“How about that beer?” she asks. She turns away from me and opens the refrigerator door. The bright interior light of the refrigerator is like a beacon on her body. As if she knows the effect this has on me, she leans forward at the waist with her legs slightly spread. The light allows me to see the lips of her pussy as she bends forward. She finds the beer bottle and then slowly stands back up.

She sets the beer on the island counter and closes the door of the refrigerator.

I walk across to her, my cock already rock hard again, leading the way. I open the bottle of the beer, and offer it to her. She takes a sip. As she does, I can’t help but Keçiören Escort notice that the condensation on the beer has pooled down to the bottom of the bottle. As she tips the bottle, a water droplet lands on her left breast and quickly slides across her skin.

Emily jumps at the unexpected cold droplet. I smile at her. She smiles at me and hands me the beer. I take a deep drink and swallow. It was just what I needed to refresh from the hot lawn-mowing.

I set the bottle down on the counter and step forward to her. Her lips meet mine in an embracing crush. Our lips part and our tongues meet, teasing tip to tip. I work my way across her face to her ear, breathing heavily as I nibble my way down to her neck.

She stretches her neck up to me, exposing the hot flesh to my lips and tongue. I savor the salty sweetness of her skin. I slide down to my knees and softly suckle onto each nipple, enjoying the hardness of them against my tongue.

I looked up at her with a nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard until it popped free. She was smiling down at me. I slowly let my tongue do the walking and worked my way down her belly.

Her hands went to the back of my head, softly guiding me. I could smell her arousal the closer I got to her pussy. She smelled good. It hit me somewhere deep inside and made me want to just take her right there.

I stood up. She looked me in the eyes with kind of a disappointed look. It didn’t last long as I quickly picked her up and placed her on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen. I sat her naked butt on the edge and she fell back onto the island, her long hair flowing free and hanging down.

She brought her legs up, ankles just resting on the corners of the counter as I swooped down for my target.

She was wet. Hot, wet and clearly aroused. Her pussy was free of hair, except for the light brown tuft she kept closely trimmed. The lips of her pussy were full, and her clit was just beginning to peek out.

No matter what they say, no man is really an expert at pussy-licking. We go at it roughly, fumbling around until we hit the right spots. Eventually, with a little luck, and guidance from a willing partner, we learn what to do. I’m no professional, but I get by. Today, however, I was reduced to a mere amateur, overwhelmed by what I was being given access to. Unabashed, I dove right in.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned as I ran my tongue slowly from the bottom to the top of her pussy. Her swollen lips parted as my stiff tongue worked its way through her folds. She was so wet. My face was quickly drenched. I took my time, licking, sliding, probing my way, until she finally reached down and grabbed my head, directing my mouth to her clit.

“Oh, yeah,” she moaned as I directed my attention to her little nubbin. I flicked my tongue back and forth rapidly. As I did this, I brought up my left hand and inserted a finger inside her. I could feel her pussy clench around my finger. I started a quick in-and-out motion.

Her hips began to move up and down. She continued to hold my head to her clit, her grip getting tighter and tighter, pushing me into her pussy.

“Oh. Oh…. Oh!” she practically yelled, followed by a deep, “Unnnggghhh!” as she came hard, slamming her hips up and down on the counter.

Her hands pulled my head hard, and I pushed my tongue against her clit and held still as the spasms raced through her. My finger inside of her was clenched repeatedly by the walls of her pussy.

She slowly relaxed, and then quickly pulled me away from her clit. As I pulled back, I flicked my tongue one last time across it, causing her to jump and another spasm to seize her body.

I slowly slid my finger out and she jerked away at that too, her body all too sensitive as ripples of pleasure continued through her.

I stood fully, and laid my chest lightly across hers. I held her as she continued to shudder. She wrapped her legs around my back for a second, but they weakly fell down after a few seconds.

I stood up again and took this beautiful woman into my arms. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck as I cradled her. She buried her head into my chest, her breath still coming in hard gasps.

“Need….you….inside me….need you.” She whispered in short whispers

I carried her into the den.

In what felt like one fluid motion, I laid her down onto the floor, my body coming down on top of hers. Her legs opened wide for me and I leaned forward, my hard cock meeting her hot pussy. I let it nudge against her a few times, parting her lips and coating the head of my cock with her juices. Her hands slid down to my lower back and she pulled me into her.

She was hot. She was wet. She was tight.

I thrust into her four times and came. Four strokes. That’s all it took. I’m not ashamed of it. She felt that great. Besides, I knew there would be more to come later. I came hard, spurting my cum deep inside of her.

She moaned as each jet of hot cum launched into her.

“I can feel it,” she whispered softly.

“I can feel you coming inside of me.”

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The walk began with a need. She wanted to escape, and getting lost in deep forest was all she could imagine to get the job done. Dressed in an outfit that made her feel pretty, she headed out across the gravel parking lot. One other vehicle in the area was not enough to deter her from her pursuit. Most others would have cautioned her not to go alone. Call someone to let them know where she was headed. It was not until an hour into the trek that any thought of misdemeaning hikers crossed her mind.

She was not ordinarily one to disappear on a whim, though thoughts had frequently crossed her mind. Today was one of those. Already she had confessed to the need to disappear. Too many people knew and as such, it would not be disappearing, really. A long hike was a temporary stand in for the need to climb a mountain. Emotions were on overload. Men were not the answer though she hoped they could offer some sort of relief or at a minimum a reprieve from her daily dull moments of existence.

The long drive to the lot appeased her only a small amount. Along the way, she reflected on her desires to visit this location, become closer to all it had to offer. Answers were not in the mix. Inscrutable years with an imbecile render her recent decades incomprehensible. She believed somehow that returning to this site would strike a balance and answer a question as to the meaning behind his stupidity and to the meaning of why he insisted upon ignorance.

She walked at the fastest pace she had ever applied in a wooded area. Anxiety paired with animosity like red wine to a thick hearty steak. She was not feeling settled until an hour passed at that jog of a pace. One look at the map was discouraging but inspiring at the same time. Progress over the weeks, but more importantly progress over the years was witnessed that day. She took a breath, stretched and looked around before ascending the next hill of rocks, crags and roots. Slick surfaces made it tough to get a solid footing at the pace she held. Still, it did not slow her down.

Around a few small hills and over a few ridges, she paused near the river as it trickled through the forest. Meandering through all the breaks in stone, the river became a trickling stream; it became a meandering river with miniature waterfalls. The falls were just enough to shout a few notes of a peaceful rumbling babbling song. So, there she sat. Several minutes passed before reengaging in the walk. Her pace resumes quickly and her eyes perpetually scanned the area for any other people on the trail. One other car in the lot gave cause for suspecting visitors in the woods. Finally, they crossed and the other couple kept on in the opposite direction. A quick hello indicated the friendliness at hand.

The remainder of the walk was only stressful from a self-inflicted perspective. Her depression was getting worse. This fresh air excursion was meant to improve things. Instead, the peace and quiet allowed for all other thoughts to overpower her every breath. Tears flowed like the fast flowing stream rushing beside her. They bent over her cheeks with a warmth that may ordinarily be comforting. Today, on the other hand, her tears became more of a road map to all the unhappiness she had bottled inside.

Screams in the woods were those of an emotional foundation, not those of a physical pain. Escort Etlik She ineffectively screamed to let someone in the area hear. She felt better, but still she needed a person by her side. The man she thought she loved was not anywhere to be found. He was inapproachable. He was only there as a convenience to his own life. She could not take it any more.

You never told her where you live, yet she showed at your doorstep. The doorbell rang and your child answered. Unaware of who was standing on your “Beware of…” doormat, that child of yours invited her in. Not to be mistaken for some vampire, you were not immune to her powers by invitation. There were no viable superstitions to hold her at bay.

Your family name was screamed across the house just before everyone else was about to pile into the car and take a routine drive around the region. “Sunday drive” as most refer to it. They all exited the house through the garage and left without you. Within seconds you were alone with this woman standing in your slate-floored foyer. She took half a step closer to you, but you did not step back as you did when you played this situation over in your mind.

The breeze following her in through the front door was sweetened with the scent of her womanly way. The tight turtleneck up to her jaw was indicative of the chilly April afternoon that was quickly becoming nightfall. You looked her up and down and try as you might, you were unable to scan over her breast without pausing on her nipples. Seems she spent her afternoon without a bra and that in part led to her arriving at your doorstep. Walking around for a whole day sans undergarments made her horny. And horny brought you to mind. When you spent much time on her mind, she inevitably became turned on with a strong desire for you.

When she showed at your door, your family wrote it off to another employee who needed your help after hours. You led her into the hallway, took her coat and proceeded into the kitchen. The drink you offered was accepted, though less enthusiastically than you hoped. Any time you were with her, she let you know in no uncertain terms that you were the man she desired.

She took the beverage, swirled it around nervously until the cubes and fruit were making no noise. You grabbed her wrist to make her stop fidgeting. Her hand stopped and her eyes shifted up to yours to attempt identifying your intentions. You had all the same intentions as on previous nights. She did not mind. You were the man of her desires and all chances to share a moment with you were openly accepted. Unfortunately, reciprocation ended at a sexual level.

The passion you shared was skin deep and she was feeling it. The wetness brought on was held as a special ability very few could achieve in her. You were sexy and desirable and she could not bare to be without you for any extended period of time. The look she passed back to you invited you to make any kind of advance. A calmly caressing hand passed along her jaw and into her hair as it flowed over her neckline. Once your hand passed her ear hair filled every bit of space between your fingers. The silkiness brought your mind to the feel of her other silky areas.

Becoming more personal, you took a chance at feeling her chest and bringing your bodies closer together for a tight hug Etlik Escort followed by a kiss. You pulled your head back to look at her more closely, but you left your bodies connected from the chest on down to the thighs. The heat between you kept the sensations connecting. It was a more electric experience than you two had ever shared in the past.

There was an additional something about her today. A special need or desire was spilling out through her pores. Her breath tasted so sweet, so irresistible, laced with a bit of desire. You hoped it was the desire for you. The next lip to lip contact convinced you that she was hot for you. You were all she wanted and all she desired. The reactions and sparks careening through her body were all on your account.

Within that lasting hug, she felt your cock press forward into her abdomen. With a bend of her knees, she made your crunched-up erection press against her entire torso. The very second you felt yourself fitting into the gap between her firm tits, you clasped your fingers behind her head and guided her where you wanted her. She waited for that guidance. If you didn’t ask or guide, she’d remain the conservative shy individual she was accustomed to being and you would remain just another man with a rock solid hard on and no outlet in the near future. It took you long enough to realize she only wanted to pleasure you to a level that you were comfortable.

When you pushed her mouth against your cock from the outside of your pants, she took the cue to open your pants and go on until you stopped her. First the top button, then the next and the next until she was staring at your boxers. Parting her lips, she took a nibble at your shorts and tugged at them until the elastic was hung up on the shaft of your ultimate cock. She put your cotton-covered cock into her mouth anyway and sucked until you squirmed to get free. One finger on your left hand assisted with un-catching your elastic. She was able to get your head into her mouth with little effort. That sexy cock of your was a memorable one and one she’d never match another against.

Tonight was not going to be all about your cock in her throat. It was one of her favorite things to do to you, but you had other preferences. Tonight, you were in charge. Her motivation was to make you cum in as few hand-strokes as possible. You let her suck you off for a while, but soon enough, you asked her to go to your sac. Gently sucking all of you in and out and getting more personal than every other time leading to tonight, she made her way up your belly to your chest to your shoulders to your neck, to your ears and back down before you caught her face in your hands and guided her up again.

It was your turn to slowly make your way down her chest with your lips and tongue tasting every bit of salty sweetness. The zipper front sweater she wore made access easy for you. A simple nibble of the teeth grabbed the zipper pull so you could bend and have her top open with no effort. You watched as goosebumps grew on her ticklish skin beneath your breath. Every three inches, you sucked the flavors from her skin. When you finally reached her pussy, you lingered around her belly button, fingered her and made way for your tongue. With two fingertips, you parted her lips, pursed your lips and sucked so firm but tender Etlik Escort Bayan on her sensitive engorged clit.

Lying on her back, she slid one knee up to the side and kept the other leg straight out to the bottom of the bed. You fit so well between them. She let you lick her until she wanted, needed, to scream. Able to feel the wetness dripping down her slit to the bed, she tried pulling you onto her to put your fat cock in her. Imagining the feel of you deep inside was more than she could bear. She wanted to really feel you there. Her begging was more than you wanted to refuse. Sliding up her extended leg, she was getting wetter feeling your cock rub along her leg. Your hands squeezing at her nipples and gripping at your cock had her attention. Her hand met yours on that long hot wood and it made her gasp. As you slid into her, your knuckles against her hot wet lips stimulated her further. Thrusting her hips in the air, she hoped to feel you between her legs sooner.

Plunging into her was intense. The connection was stronger than you could have hoped for. Your passions were pouring over. The least she could do was to share it all right back. Sucking one finger at a time from knuckle down to fingertip, one after the next, you could imagine it was your cock ten times over. The heat, the wetness, the tightening around your cock made you moan. You tried to resist making any sounds. The more you resisted, the more you wanted to. She drove you mad and finally you would accept that.

Hours later, she was still hot for you and begged that you let her make you cum one last time. There was a particular view of you in her mind that she just yearned to live out. You let her do it. You gave in to her every whim. For the rest of the afternoon, you gave yourself wholly to her and trusted in what she may have planned. She took care of you. Every part of you was babied. Even when she had your hands tied to the headboard, she vowed to treat you carefully. Not once did she mention tender or soft, but she did promise to do you right. Teasing you was simple with your hands tethered. She showed you her tongue and where she would be licking you if there was contact, but she didn’t let you feel it. Her fingernails dragged across your chest making your nipples hard but she would not pinch them as you hoped and waited for. Blowing across your skin, she continued her oral journey down your body.

You pulsed your cock in the air as she passed her mouth over you, blowing as she went. Her mouth opened and her eyes looked up along your chest to see you watching. Keeping eyes locked, she lowered her head onto your cock. There was no indicator to you that you were inside her mouth until she closed her lips on the base and sucked hard. You grunted as she moaned with a strong vibration. A few pumps into her throat and you came. Each burst of your nectar remained in her mouth…and then she swallowed for your ultimate pleasure.

She thought it was all a means of dealing with her current life and all the recurring situations that life had always held. What she really gained was an appreciation for how her ways have deteriorated her lifestyle and contributed to her utter and complete unhappiness. Your cock was the last cock she would take. It was the last of the sexual encounters she would delve into. The last swallow she enjoyed was that of your built –up passion of that night. You would be the last to witness the tip of her tongue passing along the outline of those garnet lips to gather up the final drips and tastes of that undeniably sweet cum that could be none other than yours.

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A million thoughts rushed through my mind to the sound of blood rushing through my temples and I came alive inside. The sensation of a million butterflies stirring up a hurricane in my abdomen already driving me crazy, I couldn’t begin to imagine how she felt as my hand brushing up against her cheek caused her to quiver and let out an almost inaudible sigh.

‘You’re serious?’ I asked. I had to. You didn’t recover from the kind of guilt these moments led to if you didn’t want what you asked for or if you left someone with the burden of something they couldn’t handle.

‘Try me,’ she answered, her face so close that even her soft whisper caused me to blink as she spoke. Her eyes then released their captivity over mine and moved down to my lips.

I kissed her once. Not much more than a peck but still something more than just a friendly kiss. I studied her face and she hadn’t looked unsure. So I kissed her again, this time lingering a few seconds longer and with the beginnings of my truest urge. I wanted to leave no part of her body untouched… unused. But I had to know that urge was mutual.

I pulled the unzipped hooded jacket down off her bare shoulders as I kissed her young full lips, her tongue shyly dancing on and off the tip of mine and knew Escort Ankara that, no matter how few men she had been with before now, she knew enough to communicate somewhat without words.

Her hands ran up and down my forearms, then across my sides before resting on the small of my back; her slight fingers sneaking in between the waistbands of my jeans and boxers.

I pulled away, drawing out of her a needy, heavy gasp and kneeled before her, taking the shoulder straps of her vest and pulling them down over her arms to have her bra encased bust almost burst out before my eyes.

I was hoping already that an animalistic grunt or a growl would let her know what I thought of her beauty and the generosity of her womanhood. Either way, she got both. Words were just beyond me all of a sudden.

More gently but no more slowly did I take the straps of her pink lacy bra down over her shoulders and hungrily expose her breasts before pausing out of sheer admiration for her gifts.

They weren’t as big as they looked, busting out of her tight vest. They were huge, perfectly rounded and very pert for their size. I ran my hands gently around them, running the pads of my thumbs carefully over two very modest pink nipples. They responded to my touch Ankara Escort quickly by hardening all the while a thousand goosebumps rose to attention across her forearms.

I met her lips again with mine, this time harder, faster and hungrily, pressing her back down onto her shoulders before lowering my kisses down across her jaw, neck and collarbone before taking her soft, warm tits into my mouth.

I ran the tip of my tongue around each nipple, not in my own time but rather racing to equal the rhythm of her thumping heart. The roughness of my moistening tongue with the softness of my drying lips brought longer and more appreciative sighs out of her mouth, meanwhile one hand clasped firmly over one of hers, fingers entwined, and the other reached down between her thighs to feel the heated excitement drawing out from within.

I thought to ask her… if this was bringing her so much pleasure already then what would she think of me next as I practically tore the jeans from her hips? Had she ever received oral sex before and would she want to?

I threw her jeans to one side of the room. And they hadn’t even settled after falling into a crumpled mess on the carpet before my own clothes began to pile up on top of them.

I lay partly Ankara Escort Bayan beside her and partly on top of her, for the first time experiencing her hot, almost virginal, smooth skin against mine – thick skinned and rough in contrast, cradling her in my arms as I returned to kiss her once again.

My hand went down swiftly, slipping beneath the almost irrelevantly thin matching pink lace knickers, brushing through a patch of soft hair and coming to an end at the soaking lips of her hot pussy.

‘I can tell you’ve been kissed before,’ I remarked, meaning to compliment her lip-work.

‘I haven’t done anything, yet,’ she answered coyly but with a promising smile.

‘Have you ever had a man’s head between your legs?’ I asked.

‘No but Kayli has, plenty,’ she said and then laughed at the absurdity of having brought up her sister’s old gossip.

‘I think you need to know what you’re missing out on,’ I said, slowly running a slick wet finger along the crease of her pussy before sliding in.

Her expression turned from a smile to all seriousness, an unashamed whimper escaping her throat as she squirmed beneath me, her hips then lifting to meet my stroking fingers. Inside she felt like silk as the walls of flesh contracted against my slow moving finger.

‘What are you doing to me?’

‘Just giving you something to dream about,’ I replied slyly before tracing a line of kisses and teasing tongue swirls down between her breasts, along her tummy and beyond her navel…

T.B.C…

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