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My wife recently fulfilled another of her sexual fantasies. As a college lecturer of 35 with an amazing sexy figure and beautiful looks, it’s not surprising that she gets a great deal of attention from young guys who she lectures to. The confident ones tend to be quite suggestive and she admits to me that it sometimes stirs some hot fantasies in her mind.

Recently, at the end of the academic year, one of the guys who was not averse to flirting with her invited her to a party at his place afterwards. His name was Chris and he was 19 with fair hair and what looked like a good muscular body. She knew he played rugby. When he looked into her eyes she felt like he was undressing her there and then. “What drinks have you got in?” she asked teasingly.

“I can get whatever you like,” he smiled.

“If you get some champagne and nice music, it sounds like fun.”

So Chris gave her the address which turned out to be a terraced street not far from the college where she could walk to.

When she arrived she rang the doorbell, nervously double checking the house number. She could hear music inside and soon Chris answered the door, smiling. He invited her in and took her through to the living room. There was another guy from the same group called Adam in there. “Ill leave you with Adam while I get your drink,” Chris said.

The music was not modern like she expected and “You sexy thing” by Hot Chocolate was playing. she handed her suit jacket to Adam and he hung it up. Adam explained it was a shared house and there was one other guy called Matt and a couple of girls living there. Adam sat in a chair slowly drinking a bottle of beer and my wife on a 2 seater sofa opposite. Chris soon came back and handed her a glass of champagne.

Chris sat next to her and they started chatting. “Where are the other guests?” my wife asked.

“Matt will be here in a minute. He’s just having a shower.”

“Are any other girls coming?” she asked smiling coquettishly.

“Probably not.” They continued chatting and my wife was feeling a lot more relaxed after her second drink. The music still had a sexy vibe to it and she asked Chris to dance. He held her from behind and caressed her stomach sexily just how she likes as she made sexy moved gyrating her arse back onto him. She was amazed that he was already hard and sighing softly she rubbed herself back against him.

With that Matt came in and Chris introduced him. He was dark haired, slightly stockier than the other 2 but with a nice confident smile. Do you have any other music?” she asked.

Chris took her over to the music player and showed her a huge pile of CDs. She noticed next to them some board games. The one on top was entitled “Sexy party games for adults.”

“Do you play these with your girlfriend?” my wife asked. Chris replied but she didn’t hear a thing. All she was thinking about was Chris with his girlfriend, his hard cock sliding in and out of some lucky girl’s soaking pussy and his firm body anchoring them to the bed.

“Could I ask you for a dance too,” Matt asked, bringing her back out of her erotic thoughts. Chris put on some slower music and she put her hands around Matt’s neck and she felt his on her waist. Adam had joined them, more uninhibited now after the beer and as Matt’s hands moved lower down onto her bum, she felt Adam’s hands Bayan Escort Antep on her waist.

Soon she went back to a dance with Chris. His hands too moved down to her perfect peachy bum and he moved in to kiss her. She didn’t resist and they started snogging, his tongue probing at her mouth, she soon opened for him and his firm hot tongue snaked around in her mouth. Her hand moved down to his crotch as the other 2 guys danced and watched. He withdrew from her mouth and she whispered in his ear “Your cock’s so hard. Do you want to show me that game. It sounds fun.”

He took the box and opened it as she joined him on the settee. “This is a good game to start with.” It was spin the bottle. “Every time the bottle points at you, you have to remove an article of clothing.”

“Oh, yes. Let’s play,” she gasped only thinking about seeing Chris naked and not really about 3 young guys leering over her naked body. They sat down on the floor in a circle and my wife span first. It pointed at Chris. He removed his shirt and she stared at his firm, well toned torso, wishing she could stroke it. Next, it pointed at my beautiful wife. She started to feel horny, wondering what to take off first but got up and pulled off her sexy black trousers which had clung tantalizingly to her perfect shapely arse. She was getting wet now. only a couple of hours ago she’d been lecturing to these sexy guys and now she was sat in her knickers with them leering at her and she knew there was no way back and soon she’d be completely naked in front of them.

She was getting desperate to see Chris’s hard cock and her spin went just pas him and back to herself. She sat with her knees up in the air. Adam was opposite her and his eyes on her white panties desperately trying to see more. She unbuttoned her white blouse and pulled it off, letting her gorgeous long brown hair fall down her back. This time it was Matt and he stood up and took his jeans off. My wife saw the bulge in his tight silver boxer shorts and he sat down again. Now Chris and he teased her by just taking his socks off. “Oh, that’s not fair,” my wife gasped in her sexy Russian accent. But he spun it back to himself and she watched fixedly as his jeans came off. He wore really tight white briefs and his cock looked massive in them. “Oh, my God,” she couldn’t help letting out.

Adam got the next 2 and his socks and trousers came off and although he was slighter than the other 2 she thought his cock actually might have been the biggest. Then Matt took his shirt off to reveal a nice, firm, hairy torso.

Then it went back to Chris. He looked into my wife’s eyes as he slid his boxer shorts off and his big hard cock sprung out. My wife desperately wanted it. “Oh Chris, I want your cock so much.” But he said it would be against the rules ad she’d have to be patient.

Next Adam, but instead of removing his shirt, he pulled his boxer shorts off, to reveal 8 or 9 inches of beautiful stiff cock.

Matt got his socks off and there wasn’t much left to come off now. Then Adam was naked and my wife was breathing heavily now. Now my wife. “Could someone help me take my bra off,” she beckoned to Chris and he knelt behind her, his erection rubbing against her back. He unclipped her bra and pulled it off as she reached behind her and took Chris’s cock in her hand and started wanking him and his hands were all over her breasts, caressing and kneading them. He laid her on her back and started kissing her as she stroked his cock and his hands fondled her lovely 32D breasts.

She felt hands in the side of her knickers. She didn’t care whose now and lifted her bum so Adam could pull them off. She lifted her knees and spread her legs giving the guys their first sight of my wife’s beautiful pussy that they’d been fantasizing about all year.

She felt Adam’s hand in her thick brown mound and then his tongue with no pre-amble so good on her swollen, juicy cunt lips. She took Chris’s cock in her mouth, enveloping his bulbous glans and the top of his hard, veiny shaft with her soft moist lips.

The harder Adam’s tongue lapped at her pussy lips and engorged clit, the harder she sucked Chris’s cock. Matt had removed his boxer shorts and stroked his cock as he knelt down beside her soft tanned body and started stroking her breasts. Adam slipped 2 fingers inside her and started fucking her with them, her soaking fanny squelching appreciatively on them. She noticed Matt’s cock too and took it in her other hand and in throes of passion started wanking him hard.

She took Chris’s cock out of her mouth and pulled his head down to kiss him again as Adam’s tongue now pushed into her sweet, succulent Russian pussy. “Fuck me darling, I need your hard cock inside me.”

Adam moved aside as he saw what was happening and Chris moved between my wife’s gorgeous thighs and she stroked his firm, muscly young body as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and she felt his throbbing and hot glans rubbing against her gaping cunt lips before he thrust inside her, making her gasp deeply and moan heavily. He held her hands onto the floor and she felt his hard chest crush her soft breasts and then his hairy balls caressing the area between her pussy and arsehole as his whole length pushed deep into her belly.

For a 19 year old, he made love to her skilfully, fucking her with long deep passionate thrusts and then gradually shagging her harder and faster as she wanted it. He now supported himself with his hands and her hands were wrapped around his neck, her mouth open, moaning noisily as his fucking became relentless. She started to tense up, her soft lovely fanny lips lamping on hi hard cock as she came hard and noisily. “Go on darling, yes, keep fucking me hard. I love your cock darling,” she kept talking filthily to him and soon she felt him exploding in her pussy, the thick, creamy spunk splattering the wet, creamy walls of her vagina. She kissed him hard before he pulled out.

Adam and Matt were sat wanking on the settee and chair, not believing the sex they’d witnessed. My wife went over to Matt, kneeling between his legs, she stroked his hairy chest and thighs. “Oh yes, I love your hairy body,” she gasped as she let his hard cock rub against her tits. Adam’s hands were all over her sensational arse as she took Matt’s cock in her mouth and sucked him hard. “You can fuck me if you want Adam,” she said, looking round at his long hard cock.

My wife is just amazing in the doggy position, her curves and tanned body displayed to the full. Adam moved between her thighs. Chris’s spunk glistened as it dribbled out of her cunt, down her thighs. Adam had never seen anything so amazing. He slid his cock straight up my wife’s pussy and holding her waist started fucking her. She gasped hard as his length pushed deeper even than Chris had been and as Adam pumped into her, she wanked Matt hard licking his hairy thigh.

After only a minute or so, Adam gasped and she felt him shooting his seed deep inside her. She wanked Matt so hard that he came all over her lovely 32Dbreasts, showering them with his thick spunk. She milked him right off before sucking his glans.

Chris invited them upstairs as the girls would soon be home and they went up to his room, taking the game with them. There were countless cards to pick, each one with a position from the Kama Sutra. My wife would pick the guys names out to find out who would be fucking her each time.

Chris was pretty much hard again now but my wife gave him a blow job until he was really hard again. She sat on the edge of the bed sucking his cock as she wanked the other 2.

Chris would go first. My wife picked the card, She had to lay on her back, making sure her arse was lined up with the edge of the bed and her feet pointing up to the ceiling. Chris stood at the edge of the bed and guided his cock back into her wet gaping fanny. They would fuck in each position for a couple of minutes but she wished Chris would fuck her like that all night.

Matt was next and he was hard as a rock again after watching his mate shagging her. Matt had to stand against the wall and he lifted my wife up, she wrapped her legs around him and his cock slipped into her pussy. They kissed as he thrust into her and she was soon gasping deeply, “fuck me, oh fuck me,” she repeated. She thought she was gonna cum again as it was so long since she’d been fucked in this position. She was right on the edge again when Matt lifted her off his rampant cock.

Adam’s turn now. It was another standing position. Adam held her waist as she leant forward and he held her knee up as he fucked her from behind. This time with Adam’s 9 inch stiff cock, she did cum noisily

The next card she drew, Chris had to lick her out from behind so she got on all fours on the bed and enjoyed as Chris’s tongue pleasured both her well fucked cunt and her tight sweaty little arsehole.

Next was reverse cowgirl with Matt. He laid on his back and she sat astride him guiding his cock back into her pussy and she rode him hard, her breasts wobbling around as she supported herself with her hands and he fondled her breasts. She could tell he was getting close to cumming but she pulled off before he could cum in her twat.

Next Chris laid on his side and my wife laid on her side facing him with her legs wrapped around him. As he fucked her, she caressed his arse and this time she felt him cumming hard in her pussy.

The next card was a mutual masturbation with Adam. He sat on the edge of the bed and my wife sat astride his thigh giving him access to her wet, hairy pussy. They kissed as he stroked her pussy lips with his fingers and my wife wanked him.

Matt now. My wife laid on her stomach and he laid on top of her and his cock back in her soaking fanny, shagging hard soon filling her with another load of semen.

Now just Adam’s spunk to get. A standing 69er. She wrapped her legs around his neck and soon his tongue was all over her sweet fanny again as she sucked Adam’s cock. This time they both came, Adam’s cock pumping his spunk down her throat.

Needless to say, we were soon buying one of those games.

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It’s the middle of August and already my son of a bitch husband has started his annual pilgrimage to his “man cave” to watch football. It doesn’t matter if it’s college or the pros Barry just can’t get enough.

From now until the middle of January I’ll be a football widow and he’ll forget that I even exist.

Pre season means Thursday night games of the local pro talent. The pig skin addict’s chance to see if the top draft choices actually are worth the millions their being paid.

After a quick supper Barry announced he was going downstairs to catch a game. “Oh of course.” I said adding. “See you in January.”

Barry looked over his shoulder with a disgusting grin on his lips. I think he actually enjoyed doing this every fall.

I flipped him off just before he disappeared down the basement stairs to his man cave.

“Fuck him.” I thought. “I’ll just go spend some of his hard earned money.”

I went upstairs to our bedroom and changed into a tight pair of jeans and an even tighter white tank top. I ran a brush through my short auburn hair and slipped into a pair of sneakers. Perfect for an evening of shopping at the Strawberry Square Mall.

Barry’s law degree and junior partnership at Yost, Yost and Burns allows me to enjoy almost anything I like and what I like most is shopping.

I put the top down on my silver SLK55 AMG and sped off to the mall without saying good bye to Mr. Pig Skin.

Strawberry Square is a short drive and in no time I was pulling into a space at one end of the mall.

As I approached the entrance a couple of college boys strolled by and checked me out. I was happy to realize that at thirty five I could still attract the attention of a couple twenty year olds.

But then again I do work out regularly and since Barry decided he wanted his trophy wife to have, as he put it, “slightly bigger tits” my tank tops reveal enough to attract anyone with a cock between his legs.

First stop Monica’s Boutique.

“PEG!” Monica nearly screamed as I rounded the corner of her display window and entered her shop.

“Hi Monica whats new?” I asked.

Monica smiles all the time but her smile widened as she approached me.

“Peg I don’t think I’ve seen you all summer. Where ya been darlin?” Monica asked.

My golden tan should have told her but I answered. “Spent eight weeks down the shore this summer.”

Monica shook her finger at me and warned. “That sun is gonna give you wrinkles if your not careful Peg.”

“Maybe but I still love relaxing on the beach and letting my skin bake.” I admitted knowing Monica was completely correct in her warning.

“So Escort Bayan Gaziantep darlin what brings you to the mall on a Thursday night?” Monica asked.

“Football.” was my one word reply.

Monica grinned and said. “Oh yes another glorious football season. My business always picks up when the gridiron action begins.”

“So show me whats new Monica.” I asked.

“Right this way Peg.” Monica answered waving me past and deeper into her cute little boutique.

For the next forty five minutes I tried on everything from business suits for women to sexy lingerie and dropped a couple hundred of Barry’s hard earned dollars.

“Well Monica I suppose I’ve spent enough can I stop by later to pick up my packages. I wanna see whats hot at Muhollands Shoe Store and I hate carrying all these bags.” I asked.

“Sure Peg I’m here til closing tonight.” Monica replied.

“Thanks hun I’ll see you around nine.” I said.

As I window shopped my way to the other end of the mall where Muhollands was I noticed those two college types still lurking around and checking me out.

Feeling rather brazen and knowing it was going to be a long football season I walked up to them and said. “Are you two following me?”

One turned bright red but the other kept his cool and replied. “And what if we were. You’re certainly a very hot looking MILF.”

I had never heard the term MILF and not wanting to back down to this guy I asked. “And just exactly what is a MILF?”

He grinned and instantly answered. “MILF stands for mother I’d like to fuck.”

“Shouldn’t that be MILTF then?” I asked.

He looked confused until his youthful mind figured it out.

“No matter.” He said. “I’d still love to throw a quickie into you.”

“Not a snowballs chance in hell buddy.” I quickly replied before turning and leaving the two of them trying to figure where they went wrong.

Muhollands was empty and I made short order to another buck fifty of Barry’s cash and headed back to Monica’s with a new pair of stiletto heels and another pair of high heeled boots.

“Monica you’re never going to believe this but some college kid and his friend called me a MILF earlier.” I said as I returned to Monica’s Boutique.

Monica grinned and said. “And what’s your point Peg. You are a MILF.”

“Maybe so but he was so obnoxious about how he said he wanted to throw a quickie into me.” I told Monica.

Monica grinned and said. “Peg being a MILF is a good thing. Think about it. If someone young enough to consider you a mother still wants to get you in the sack you must still be looking pretty good.

“So what should I have done Monica?” I asked.

Without hesitation Monica replied. “Ya should have brought both of them back here and we could have had some fun in the back room.”

“Oh my God Monica you have to be kidding!” I exclaimed.

Monica looked at me with a serious look on her face. She said. “Darlin your hubby is home staring at a football game. What are your chances of getting any from him tonight?”

“Slim and none.” I replied.

“Exactly.” Monica said then added. “So you had a chance to go home satisfied and gave up the chance. Now you’ll just have to be happy with making yourself happy later.”

Monica was right. Even if I walked into Barry’s man cave wearing nothing but my new stilettos I’d be lucky if I could get him to let me suck his cock while he continued watching the damn football game.

“Next time two young studs call you a MILF darlin you grab them by the balls and drag them back here and we’ll share some hot young cock.” Monica suggested.

“We’ll see Monica.” I said as I grabbed by bags and headed for the exit.

It had cooled off some by the time I left the mall and as I walked across the parking lot my nipples reacted to the cool night air and became twin nubs pressing at the fabric of my tank top. In the back of my mind I wished those two young studs would be waiting outside for me. I know if they had been my hard nipples would have encouraged them to give me another shot. And after my talk with Monica I very well may have given in to their desires.

They were no where to be found and as I drove out of the nearly empty lot I thought. “It’s a long season I’m gonna have to keep my eyes open for those two and see if Monica was right.

The garage door closed quietly behind me and I gathered up my purchases and walked into the kitchen. Barry had his head stuffed in the frig looking for something.

“What is it half time?” I said with a disgusted tone of voice.

He straightened up holding a beer and said. “End of the third. Gotta go.” Then turned and disappeared downstairs.

I stood there in the kitchen thinking. “He’s an idiot. I’m standing here with my nipples nearly tearing the material of my tank top. If he’d have just asked I would have followed him downstairs and fucked him silly.”

“Fuck you Barry.” I whispered so only I could hear.

I headed to the bed room alone and rather horny. Once there I stripped naked and after brushing my hair slipped under the cool white cotton sheets of our bed.

As I lay there stewing over my son of a bitch husbands ignorance my mind returned to the mall and those two boys who had tried to pick me up.

My delicate fingers moved to my breasts and began softly massaging the warm creamy flesh. My nipples returned to the erect state they had been in earlier.

I imagined how much different my night would have been had I given him more than a snowballs chance in hell and been more receptive to his comment about throwing a quickie into me.

My fingers slid down from my breasts toward the cleanly shaven mount of soft flesh above my pussy. I imagined his young hand sliding there and beyond.

I dipped my finger between the outer lips and found the moist warm folds of my pussy. With closed eyes I fantasized his middle finger slipping between those lips and finding an erect clitoris.

My own finger found that nub of pleasure and began circling the hard bulb at the center.

In my minds eye I reached for his erection and slowly began rubbing the length of hard cock shaft with soft delicate fingers.

I slipped a second finger between my swelling pussy lips to join the first at my hard clit.

As I became more and more intoxicated with the motion of my own fingers my mind raced with the idea of holding his throbbing cock naked in my hand.

The heat of youthful cock. The rock hardness of his cock shaft pressing against my palm. The soft flaring flesh of his sensitive corona as my fingers sensually slid over it time and time again.

My fingers slipped down and deep into the wet searing heat of my completely alive pussy. Involuntarily my hips began moving against my fingers.

I could almost feel him as he positioned his body over mine. His strong hands pressing my thighs apart spreading me open to accept his blood engorged cock.

A third finger joined the first two and my hips began to move faster and faster as I fingered my soaking wet twitching pussy closer and closer to orgasm.

My fantasy continued. His taut cock head touched my pussy lips and I spread my self wider in anticipation of his first lustful plunge inside.

And then he was inside. In one mighty youthful thrust his rock hard cock was buried to the hilt. Throbbing pulsing twitching inside my searing hot soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck me!” I whispered imagining my youthful lover was there to hear my plea.

My fingers in a blaze of erotic motion brought me to an incredible climax. My pussy flooded with fuck juices. Spear after incredible spear of pleasure shot from my loins up into my brain where I imagined my wonderful college boy fucking me until he filled me his boiling thick salty tasting cum.

As my orgasm subsided I slid my fingers to my mouth and licked the sweet juices from them. It was going to be a long football season. As I fell asleep I almost couldn’t wait until the next game.

To Be Continued….

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Mike had just arrived in town for a business trip and finally settled into his hotel room for the night at 7 pm. Mike turned on the hockey game and sat on the couch in his suite and cracked an ice cold beer from the twelve pack beside him. Right at that moment there was a knock at the door which Mike found odd as he was not expecting any guests and no one knew he was in town.

Mike assumed it was just room service checking to make sure everything was satisfactory in his room. Mike flung the door open quickly to dismiss the room attendant with the intention of returning quickly to the hockey game and his beer.

As Mike opened the door he seen a gorgeous blond standing just outside his door. She was 5’5″ tall with a slender toned frame, long curly blond hair, blue eyes and gorgeous French manicured hands. Mike looked the blond up and down noting her to be wearing a tight mid thigh level dress, a hint of black thigh high nylons could be seen between her black dress and her tall knee high bitch boots.

Mike simply looked at her shocked and explained to the blond that his room was satisfactory and he didn’t need anything else. Mike grabbed the door to swing it shut as the gorgeous blonds face quickly flipped from happy and smiling to a slight hint of rage.

The blond stepped forward with one swift motion grabbing Mike’s testicle right through his pants and squeezing just hard enough for him to buckle at the knees and drop down. The blond aggressively reprimanded Mike instructing him that you kneel for Queen Lucy when she appears at your door.

Mike knelt there in shock with the pain shooting up from his testicles to his abdomen as Queen Lucy grabbed his hat off of his head and put it on her own head backwards. Queen Lucy released Mike’s testicles and swiftly grabbed the hair at the top of his head walking into the room toward the couch Mike had been sitting on as she towed him along behind her. Mike was confused, shocked and still in pain as he simply crawled behind being led deeper into the suite like an obedient puppy in tow.

Queen Lucy arrived at the couch and sat down drinking Mike’s beer while he knelt there on all fours still in shock. Queen Lucy opened a second beer as Antep Escort Bayan she slowly unzipped her knee high leather bitch boots and removed them revealing her black nylon clad feet. Queen Lucy placed her first foot in Mike’s hand and ordered him to massage her foot while the second foot she planted firmly on his face. Mike could feel the wet foot sweat on his face as she rubbed her foot on his face finally coming to rest with the base of her toes right at his nostrils as he inhaled her scent while he massaged her other foot.

Mike just knelt there obediently massaging and smelling Queen Lucy’s sweaty Nylon feet only stopping for the brief moment that it took for him to take his clothes off when he was ordered by his Queen. Mike continued massaging and smelling as for the next 20 minutes as Queen Lucy would rotate her feet back and forth. The entire time Queen Lucy continued to degrade Mike calling him her little bitch and drinking his beer.

Finally Queen Lucy stood up removing her tight dress revealing her gorgeous body dressed in black lingerie, garter belt and thigh highs. Mike was fully invested into making Queen Lucy happy at all costs now as he was completely under her control.

Queen Lucy again led Mike over to the bed by the hair on the top of his head as he crawled behind. Queen Lucy laid Mike onto the bed on his back and he lay there staring up at the ceiling awaiting his instructions. Queen Lucy then explained to Mike that this would be quick as she had somewhere else to be. Mike acknowledged that he understood without hesitation. Queen Lucy then asked Mike if he was willing to serve her as her dumpster.

Mike was confused and had no idea what this meant but immediately answered that he would be whatever his Queen wanted him to be. Queen Lucy appeared pleased with his answer and instructed Mike to open wide.

Right then Queen Lucy removed her gorgeous throbbing hard 10 inch cock from her panties and inserted it aggressively into her obedient slaves mouth and began thrusting harder and harder. Queen Lucy cooed with pleasure as she throat fucked Mike with no care for his comfort or feelings. Queen Lucy mocked and berated Mike repeatedly laughing at him and calling him her personal cum dumpster. Mike simply lay there receiving the humiliation from his Queen without hesitation.

Finally Queen Lucy pulled her sexy cock from Mike throat as her cum exploded out flowing into her cum dumpsters open mouth. Queen Lucy instructed Mike not to swallow as she stroked her cock pumping the last few drops of think white cum into her dumpsters open mouth as he obediently lay there complying with every demand.

Queen Lucy lay her softening cock across her cum dumpsters closed eyes as a demonstration of her dominance as she laughed at her slave below stroking his cock aggressively behind her. Queen Lucy ordered her dumpster to gargle her cum while she stroked his cock harder and harder to which he complied. Right as Mike was about to explode himself Queen Lucy ordered him to swallow her load and cum at the same time. Her dumpster complied without hesitation as he lay there with her soft cock laying on his eyes. Mike’s cock erupted all over his legs and stomach as Queen Lucy laughed and with pleasure in her voice told him he was a good cum dumpster.

Queen Lucy stood up and walked over to the couch finishing her fifth beer. At this moment Mike’s mind was flooded with regret, humiliation and anger. Mike was furious with himself for allowing himself to be so humiliated and dominated by Queen Lucy.

At that moment Queen Lucy told Mike she needed to leave and that he needed to crawl to her and thank her for her donation. Mike still embarrassed and angry stood up and walked over to Queen Lucy prepared to put her in her place.

Queen Lucy quickly snapped at Mike shouting that he is to kneel to her, kiss the tip of her cock and thank her for his rightful place as her cum dumpster. Mike felt his knees go weak but hesitated for a minute still intending on taking control of the situation. But to no avail Queen Lucy’s power over him was to strong as he knelt down, kissed the tip of her soft cock and thanked her for dumping her cum into his mouth.

Queen Lucy was now upset with Mike’s initial signs of resistance and instructed him to tilt his head back and open his mouth. Again with a display of dominance Queen Lucy lowered her nuts into Mike’s open mouth and lay her soft cock on his face to show him his rightful place. Queen Lucy instructed Mike on how disappointed she was in her slave and that he needed to be punished for his act of rebellion. Mike still sucking on Queen Lucy’s nuts muffled to his Queen indicating he understood.

Queen Lucy then out of the blue with satisfaction in her voice complained that Mike’s beers were going right through her as she laughed.

Queen Lucy removed her nuts from Mike’s mouth grabbed his hair and towed him into the bathroom of the hotel room. There Queen Lucy instructed Mike to kneel before her with his head back and mouth open. Mike complied as he did not wish to upset his Queen again.

Queen Lucy laughed and mocked Mike telling him he was a good boy. She then flopped her soft cock into her mouth and explained that Mike’s act of resistance lowered his status with her. Queen Lucy declared Mike was no longer her cum dumpster and that he was now demoted to her personal urinal.

Right then Queen Lucy began to piss into Mike’s open mouth only pinching off the flow when his mouth was full and she ordered him to swallow. The Queen’s personal urinal complied gulping down her warm piss and opening up for round two.

Queen Lucy mocked and laughed as she repeated this process three more times ensuring every last drop of piss was caught and gulped down by her urinal’s open mouth. The last mouthful again the Queen ordered him to hold it in his mouth, gargle it and savor it while she lay he soft cock on his face expressing her dominance over her.

The Queen finally ordered her urinal to swallow the last gulp and assist his Queen dressing and leaving the hotel room.

The Queen walked to the door of the hotel room and stepped out into the hallway turning around looking at her slave on all fours infront of her like an obedient dog. The Queen told her urinal she was leaving now and that he should thank her again and kiss her goodbye. Mike Crawled into the hallway, thanking his Queen for both of her donations and kissed each of her boots.

Queen Lucy smiled with pleasure, laughed and told Mike now he was getting it as she spun on her heel and strutted off down the hallway The Queen shouted to Mike that she would be back another day for another deposit as she rounded the corner out of sight.

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I’m not sure when she came inside. I just got here myself; I’m standing by the curtains to the dressing room waiting for the other girl to finish her pole dance. From here I can see everyone, starting at the bar then to the small circular tables in front of the stage then to the red velvet cushioned seats along the far wall.

That’s where I spot her, having entered the club and sat down in the time it takes for me to glance down at my phone and fire off a text message to Cheryl.

It’s not uncommon to see women in this club but it is rare to see them alone. We’re a busy, downtown Philly club so most of our traffic consists of businessmen and yuppies and construction workers. Women usually come late, with their boyfriends, or in groups during bachelorette parties visiting as a gag.

But as I take the stage I see this woman is lethally serious. Under the silver-gray fog of cigarette smoke I can make out her bright emerald eyes. She’s got long black hair, dressed in all black, juxtaposed with porcelain skin and lips the color of murder.

As I start my routine and the dollar bills start hitting the stage, I see that it’s difficult to tell where the woman ends and the shadows start, as if she’s bled out of that darkened corner. A shadow queen.

One of my coworkers sits beside her hunting for tips but the Shadow Queen’s green eyes are on me as I work the pole. I try to not to stare back and wait until I turn my back to the crowd, my gaze settling on the mirror behind the stage, and I see her, ignoring my coworker, her moonlight-pale face blazing red as she lights a cigarette.

My song ends and that’s my cue to start working the room. Since we’re a small, busy club, the owner prefers we stick to the script; exit the stage, work the bar, then make your way around the room.

Tonight, I decide to break protocol. I have no choice, not after the green-eyed sorceress beckons to me with a slight, almost imperceptible nod. I shift my eyes briefly to the girl next to her, implying that it’s bad form to step on another girl’s toes. The Queen understands this and waves off my coworker.

She gets more beautiful the closer I get, emanating a dark radiance, an ageless perfection. As I sit down next to her, I think that she could only exist in dark places. I try to imagine her on a beach, bikini-clad, and cannot.

She lights another cigarette and sips a cocktail and doesn’t look my way. I try to judge her age. She’s got at least fifteen years on me, perhaps early-to-mid forties, but her age only shows in her posture, her gaze. Her milk-white skin is unblemished.

“I’m Isabella,” I say as I scoot my chair closer to hers. “What’s your name?”

The Shadow Queen exhales and plumes of smoke snake up from her nostrils. “Your coworker told me there are rooms here where anything goes.”

I stutter as I try to answer. The woman’s right, of course. Normal lap dances are thirty. VIP rooms run at a hundred and twenty-five bucks. But the big rooms, the back rooms, those were different. Back there you got, as they say, what you paid for.

I stay away from those rooms and customers who inquire about them. Not that I judge the girls who go back there, far from it; I tried it once and found it depressing. The men who ask for that aren’t necessarily creepy, but they tend to have an air of desperation about them.

The Queen finally looks at me and she laughs, though her red lips remain taught. “You’re one of the clean ones.”

I shrug. “Those back rooms aren’t really my style.”

“How much to change your mind?”

Before I can answer, she reaches over and runs her fingers down my cheek, the way you might touch a new car in a showroom. I see that her nails are painted black as well. I break out in goosebumps the moment she touches me.

“I, um…”

“Maybe we can work it out once we’re back there,” the woman says. She promptly stands up, gathers her drink, and turns her stern eyes toward me. “Well? Let’s go.”

And so, I follow her.

#

The back room we take is reserved, ‘officially’, for bed dances, it even says so on a big neon sign. A nice cover-your-ass strategy on the owner’s part if the vice squad ever comes in to investigate.

It’s got a queen-sized bed with silk sheets, changed as needed, and a plush leather sofa on the opposite side of the room with an oak table before it. I follow the woman, slightly nervously, inside.

She’s tall, confident. She takes a long look around the room and lights another cigarette. She almost looks like a businesswoman in her attire; coat, knee-length skirt beneath, high boots, all black.

When she looks back at me, suddenly, with those shimmering, cutting eyes, I jump a little. I laugh to mask my nervousness but she doesn’t even smirk.

“Sit,” she says.

I instinctively head toward the bed.

“On the couch,” she says with a touch of impatience.

And so, I sit. Suddenly I’m embarrassed to have tried her patience. I’m embarrassed of my one-piece fishnet outfit, my neon Escort Bayan Gaziantep pink heels, my tattoos, my plain brown hair. I’m even embarrassed that she is unequivocally smarter than me.

I wrap my arms around my midsection, afraid to look her in the eyes, yet aching to gaze upon her beauty.

She sits next to me, crosses on leg over the other, and sips her cocktail while she stares at me.

“My name’s Isabella,” I blurt out stupidly.

The Shadow Queen says nothing. When I raise my eyes to hers, I half-expect a black halo, outlined white, to suddenly glow over her head, that I’d fall into her pulsing green eyes, into her depths.

“Shall we start?” the Shadow Queen asks.

I get up on two wobbly legs, nearly stumbling, and gyrate toward her.

“Stop,” she says.

I do.

She dwells in a long, pitiless silence then pats her lap. “Sit on my lap, Isabella.”

I sit on her thighs and she puts a hand on my back, I feel her flesh on mine through the fishnet and I quiver at her cold, delicate touch.

“You’re very beautiful,” I say.

She says nothing but then she sets her cocktail down, her eyes boring into me, her red lips parting slightly, and I’m mesmerized by a glimpse of her soft pink tongue beyond. The Shadow Queen exhales sharply as she walks her fingers up my belly, eyes closed, as if she were touching the softest silk for the very first time.

She massages my lower back, fingers creeping farther down with each motion, until she cups my ass cheek. Her other hand moves toward my breasts, but she’s in no hurry, and I feel the warmth of her breath on my chest as she pulls me closer.

My chest rises and falls quickly. I run my fingers through her infinitely dark hair, surprised that she lets me, and I lick my lips as I stare at her mouth, and finally her eyes open and she looks into my eyes.

I can’t help it, I move to kiss her, but she grabs a handful of my hair and jerks me back then shakes her head.

But I like the way I feel as she holds me there, and I nod, breathing heavier as I watch her free hand move toward my left nipple. She circles my areola with a black-tipped fingernail with a quiet patience, biting her bottom lip as my nipple stiffens, before she cups my breast in her hand and puts her soft red mouth on it.

She holds me firm as I moan. She sucks me, flicks her tongue, then kissed my chest, up to my neck, while her hand drifts down. I’m vaguely aware that I’m digging my fingers into her thigh but she doesn’t seem to mind. She only kisses me, sucks at the flesh of my neck, and if she suddenly sprung fangs and tore into my throat, I don’t think I’d pull away.

When her hand arrives between my thighs, she finds me more than ready for her. She makes one slow circle around my clitoris before slipping her forefinger inside me.

In the distant lands in the back of my mind, I know that this is breaking the one rule Cheryl and I have regarding my line of work, but in the clutches of the Shadow Queen, such things seem meaningless.

She takes her finger out and stares into my eyes. She raises that finger to her mouth, closes her lips around it, and sucks off my dew. Then she palms the back of my head and pulls me in for a long kiss. Her mouth is sweet. I taste myself on her. Our tongues come together briefly and, as we part, she sucks gently on my bottom lip.

Then she pushes me off her lap, back onto the cushion, and stands up. She drains her cocktail. “Alright then,” she says.

Shocked back into reality, I sit there, stunned. “We still have twenty minutes,” I say, almost begging her to stay.

She glares at me, as if I questioned her intelligence. Of course she knows how much time she has left. She’s simply done with me.

Even so, the Shadow Queen produces a small flip phone and hands it to me. “I’ll call you.”

A rush of excitement, a fluttering in my chest. “You will?”

“My number isn’t programmed in there yet,” she says. “But even so, when I do call, never call me back.”

I nod and clutch the phone to my chest.

“Alright then,” she repeats and heads to the door. She pauses before leaving, digs into her coat pocket, and pulls out a big roll of money.

She tosses it to me before she leaves. I hadn’t thought to ask her for any money. When I count it, I see that it’s more than double what I normally made on a night like this.

Yet the money doesn’t concern me as much as the phone. I check it often for the rest of the night, praying to hear from my Queen.

#

I hide both the phone and the money in the trunk of my car before I go home. Cheryl is still awake, as always; she works from home and makes her own hours so she makes an effort to stay up late on the weekends.

Cheryl’s a few years older than me but I already share her aversion to clubs and bars. We prefer a quiet Friday night on the couch, curled up in PJs and sipping wine and eating late-night takeout. And we’ve been together long enough to comfortably sit in silence.

Yet, she knows my silence is different.

She comments that I seem distant. Just a little tired, I assure her.

But I can’t stop thinking about my Shadow Queen. My fearsome woman in black, the one who devours souls. I’ve concluded that she must be an artist of some sort. She’s got that air about her, ethereal and almost haunting. A writer? Painter? Poet?

Cheryl asks if I’m even listening. Of course I am, I assure her, just a little tired.

Before we end up in a fight, I kiss her. Some wine sloshes over the rim of her glass as she puts it on the coffee table. Cheryl takes me by the hips, kisses my neck, but before she can lay me down I stop her.

I want to try something different, I tell her, and I slide onto her lap. As I guide her hand to my sex, I close my eyes and imagine black halos, red lips, and a warm darkness.

#

A few days later, I’m pushing a shopping cart down the cereal aisle at Whole Foods when the phone rings. I instinctively check my normal cell phone first, but I nearly faint with excitement when I realize it’s not the right ringtone.

I scramble to answer. “Hello?”

“We’re going to have dinner tonight,” the Shadow Queen says.

“I have work at seven,” I respond.

She sighs sharply, as if she’s trying to explain a simple concept to a stupid child. “Then tell them you aren’t coming in,” she says.

“Okay,” I say.

“I’ll text you the details,” she says. “Wear a short dress.”

She hangs up before I can reply.

#

We meet at Del Frisco’s, downtown. She’s already inside when I get there. A pretty hostess leads me to the rear end of the establishment where the Shadow Queen sits, wine glass in hand, at booth table lit by dim candlelight.

She regards me with her chilly green eyes as her red lips tighten into a thin, judgmental line as she looks over my tight beige dress. It wasn’t easy getting dressed. Cheryl thought I was going to work and, well, this wasn’t exactly strip club attire; I had to get changed in a gas station bathroom stall.

But the Queen doesn’t know this nor would she care. I wait until she raises her eyebrow, just by a hair, before I sit.

“Very nice,” the woman says.

“Thank you,” I say, near a whisper. Even that terse compliment turns my face red, raises my pulse, makes me squirm.

I consider how to compliment her, as she is stunning. Her dark radiance is on display once more, although now draped white; an elegant, angelic dress flows down from her shoulders. It makes her red lips deeper, her black hair a darker shade of midnight.

“This place is nice,” I say, referring to the high vaulted ceilings, marble walls, an opulence punctuated with a handsome, low-voiced money crowd. I look around the table for a menu just as our waitress arrives with a bottle of Cabernet.

She pours the Queen a fresh glass and another for me before departing.

“I already ordered for you,” the Queen says.

A long silence follows, broken only by the chitchat of nearby tables, the clanking of utensils and glasses, an occasional metallic whine of a knife cutting through meat then down to the porcelain plate.

These sounds remind me of Cheryl. She was washing the dishes as I left. Before I walked out the door, she whistled to me. I went to her. She told me she loved me and kissed me on the cheek.

Guilt and shame wash over me but the Queen senses this and she folds her hands on the table. I see now that she wears a wedding band.

I smile, as if our mutual betrayals cancel each other out.

“Tell me about yourself,” the Queen says.

I’m intimidated initially, giving out these tiny morsels from an unimpressive life. She asks why I started dancing. I explain that I never felt compatible with a 9-to-5 life.

“I mean, I know I can’t dance forever,” I tell her. “But I make good money. I have freedom and I like that. I can travel and take time off whenever I want because if one club fires me, I can always find another,” then I stop because I feel as though I’m blabbing.

Yet the Shadow Queen leans in, intently, and tells me to go on.

And this makes me feel beautiful. Her attention is just as electric as her touch. Again, I think of Cheryl. We’ve been together for over five years. We don’t pay attention to each other, not like this, and haven’t for some time.

“Just so you know,” I tell her. “This isn’t what I do. You know. I’m not…you know.”

She sips her wine, studies me. “You’re not an escort.”

I shake my head.

“That’s one of the reasons why I picked you,” the Shadow Queen says. “Because you’re not. Then again, you’re here.”

I nod. “Yes.”

“I’m not a woman who pays for sex,” she says. She cocks an eyebrow and the candlelight hits her eye and I think that no one has ever been so beautiful. “Then again, I’m here.”

We eat and we drink half the bottle when the Queen pauses, looks at the crowded dining room, and slips her arm around my waist. “Come closer,” she says.

And so, I do.

I’m right up against her trim body, inhaling her intoxicating aroma, I even feel her long black hair brush against my ear.

“Spread your legs for me, Isabella,” she says.

Her free hand creeps over my thigh, between my thighs, and I tremble as she closes in. Waitresses come and go, dinner parties file past us. They’re all oblivious to the devious curiosity of her fingers under the table, how they pull my panties aside, how her black fingernail teases me until my clitoris swells.

I squeeze her thigh in return, harder than I mean to, but I don’t want to cry out, though I’m very close. She pulls me closer and I shift my thigh up and over her leg, giving her more room to explore.

Across the room, a wealthy couple in their sixties happens to look our way. From their vantage point, they can perfectly see the spectacle under our table. I lean back against the Shadow Queen, breathing heavily, and sneer at the couple as she fucks me with her hand.

They turn away, shaking their heads, but stop short of making a complaint. I consider how many wandering eyes might stumble upon us but this only makes me writhe under her touch, makes my heart pound harder, as she teases me toward climax.

She strokes me, slips in me, spreads me and smears my nectar. Her breath is warm on my neck. Her other hand, firm on my hip.

I shudder, hit the table, and knock over my wine glass when I come. A bead of sweat runs from my hairline, over my cheek, then down my neck. A busboy rushes over to clean up the mess while the waitress appears with a new glass and fills it for me.

I chug the red wine down as my heart rate returns to normal, and I look at the Shadow Queen and laugh, but she just cuts into her steak, spears a chunk, and chews it thoughtfully.

“We’ll go to my hotel room when we’re finished,” she says.

#

She’s got a room at the Ritz Carlton. We go to her room. There’s more wine and an impressive view of the city but I can’t take my eyes off the Queen. Her movement is fluid yet strong. She pours herself a glass, smokes, and stares out at the glittering skyline.

I come up behind her, as if in a trance, and put my arms around her. I kiss the back of her neck.

“Will you stay the night?” she asks.

In her reflection in the window I catch, very briefly, a quick shift in her lips, a momentary flutter in her eyes. I realize that she’s worried I might say no.

“I’d love to stay,” I answer instead. I look back at my purse. My phone’s inside. “I just have to…”

She kisses my forehead. “Take your time,” she says then walks into the next room.

After easing my nerves with another glass of wine, I concoct a lie and text it to Cheryl. Gonna be a late night, I write. Big bachelor party coming in.

I shut my phone off before Cheryl can reply. She’s used to me not answering during work hours—it’s hard to keep your cell phone on your person while in a fishnet one-piece—but I feel safer leaving it off. As if she might suspect something otherwise.

But covering my tracks and shaking off my guilt are secondary to my growing hunger, as I remember my Queen, and I look toward the bed and dream about what we’ll do there.

She emerges in a red nightgown and I quickly squirm out of my dress, drop it to the floor, and crawl after her onto the bed.

Yet she stops me when I attempt to kiss her. She holds my face in her hands, as if she’s framing a photo, and I catch a trace of a smile on her lips. The Shadow Queen instead pulls me close, lays my head on her chest, and strokes my hair.

I’m suddenly warm and tired and comfortable. My eyelids grow heavy.

I sleep.

#

And when I wake up, she’s gone. A thick envelope sits on the night table next to me, yet I care less about the money inside and more about the note written on it. I’ll be in touch, it says.

Then I turn on my cell phone. I’m greeted by several angry messages from Cheryl, though I pay them little mind. Instead, I lay in that bed staring at her handwriting. I press the letters to my chest.

Cheryl isn’t there when I get home. This bothers me less than it should. My thoughts are with the Queen. I can’t shake her, nor am I sure that I want to. My heart feels both heavy and overwhelmed, as if it might burst. It’s the way I felt when I first met Cheryl. A way I haven’t felt in a long time.

Eventually Cheryl comes home and we fight. It’s not my first all-nighter, I tell her. She says I’ve been distant. I ask, what the fuck do you want from me? We eat dinner in silence and she goes to bed early.

I sleep on the couch and dream about the Queen. It’s a fitful sleep; I wake up a bunch, feeling strangely and acutely guilty but alive. I’m not a cheater, I tell myself.

Then again, whenever I close my eyes, she’s there. And I’m too proud to lie to myself, to say that I even wanted money for that dinner, for the climax she gave me. I didn’t want a thing but her and now, in the dark silence as I lay on the couch, I want to be in her arms again. Not fucking, not kissing, but just to lay there as we did in that hotel room.

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Adara pranced down the hallway, a satisfied smirk plastered onto her face. Complimenting her uniform were a maroon fedora and fingerless gloves, and black lace-up boots. At an hour before curfew, there weren’t many other students outside of their dorms, but Adara knew. She was going to be there.

Slipping into the library, Adara made her way to the very back. She was there, just like Adara knew she would be. She hadn’t even bothered to look up from whatever textbook she was studying, probably assuming the clicking of Adara’s heels were being made by the librarian. ‘Think again, little one,’ she admonished in her mind.

Continuing towards her, Adara circled around to the back of the table, pretending to get a book from the shelf behind her. Still, she did not look up. Her hair was pinned up, her sleeves were rolled up past her elbows, and her collar was flipped up. Adara thought she looked cute.

Still Escort Bayan Antep engrossed with her work, the other girl failed to notice Adara’s presence behind her until she felt a hand on her shoulder and a whisper in her ear. “Miss me?”

She jumped. “N-no,” she stuttered. Adara chuckled. This girl was a liar and Adara was going to prove it.

“Oh really?” Adara pouted. “I’m hurt, my dear.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sorry that you’re hurt, but I really must get back to my studying. I have a calc test tomorrow and it’s almost curfew, so I really don’t have much time left.” She turned back to her book.

“Really?” Adara crooned. “You know, I took calc last year. I could help you study.”

“No thanks,” she replied without looking up from her book.

“No?” Adara pouted. “Are you sure? Ok.” She stalked away, towards the front of the library. Once she was there, she stopped and removed her boots, then crept back towards the other girl. Her nose was still buried in the math book, and now she had placed it upright. Adara was completely blocked from her view.

Getting on her hands and knees, Adara crawled underneath the table, seating herself between the girl’s slightly parted legs. She waited, waited, and waited some more for her opportunity to strike. After five minutes, possibly ten, the girl shifted, which opened her legs further. Adara jumped between them, clamping her arms around the girl’s knees to keep her legs open. She struggled, but Adara was older and stronger.

Adara buried her face in between the girls’ thighs, teasing her with her breath. The girl was quivering, which just turned Adara on even more. Slowly, Adara took her left hand off of the girl’s leg and ran it up and down the crotch of the girl’s underwear, almost lovingly. Her quivering had stopped, and she’d resigned herself to what was about to come. Adara smirked. She knew the girl had wanted this all along.

With that knowledge, she thought it was safe to take her other hand off of the girl’s knee and run it up her thigh. Adara heard a sigh come from above her. She peeled the girl’s underwear to one side and, just like before, slid a single finger into the girl, pumping it once, twice, and then pulling it back out. This time she heard a disappointed whimper.

Adara laughed to herself. Not wanting to disappoint any longer, she buried her face between the girl’s thighs and took one long, slow lick. The girl hissed and jumped away, but a hand found its way into Adara’s hair just as Adara pulled away again.

“Please,” she said, “No more. Please. Either you do it, or leave me alone, but stop teasing me.”

Adara sat back, stunned. She hadn’t expected that. After a contemplative minute, she heard the girl talk again.

“You know what? Come out from under there. I think… I want… Let’s do this the right way, maybe?”

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“Hey, what if microbiology was the study of baby animals?”

“What?”

“Wouldn’t that be amazing?”

It was one of dozens of times that evening that my mind had wandered off the task at hand – studying for my comprehensive midterm in microbiology. I was certainly amusing myself but I was starting to concern you with my inability to focus. We sat on my bed together with a few study guides spread about and the textbook. Both of us were just in comfortable t-shirts and comfortable underwear. For practical reasons both of us were wearing our glasses. I tried to hide how much that distracted me but I wasn’t very good at it. I was a little crestfallen every time you didn’t find me hilarious, and I really didn’t want you to find it annoying that I found you to be inconveniently sexy. You actually needed to wear those glasses but every time you started talking about biology my eyes would wander to your lips. I’d try to make eye contact again to stop thinking about your lips and I’d start thinking about how incredibly erotic your nerdiness was to me the second I saw those glasses. For a while it seemed like I was a really intent listener but then I couldn’t answer any of your questions very well – couldn’t even remember what the question was, and the problem was readily apparent.

As the attempted study session went on you attempted different means to try to make me study. At first you tried to just not be attractive. This was, of course, impossible. Something about the way you belched after drinking soda just had me appreciating the frankness of your soul – or something like that. My rose colored glasses were thicc. I wasn’t getting any reading done because of them.

Then you tried something that backfired even faster.

In general I’m not a person who likes being told what to do. The glaring exception to that rule being, at times, my sexuality. Yet even that was an unruly facet of who I was. You thought you could make me study. You eventually did but it took a lot more than the first try.

“Lana,” I perked up out of a daydream about going down on you when you said my name. It wasn’t just my name. It was the way you said my name. After hearing my name said that way so many times before being really given what I want, I had certain associations. That tone sounded like a warning. It sounded like authority. It sounded like you were about to tell me what to do and that, in my mind, could be anything from giving you head to slipping my hand into my underwear to show you how much I needed you. I didn’t expect you to tell me to focus on my reading. On some level I understood what you were trying. Part of me was truly sympathetic. I wished focusing was easier and I was really grateful for your help with my studies. I didn’t want to vex you unnecessarily. That part of me was rational. Another wilder part of me had far more sway after hearing you talk to me like that. I shook my head to say no.

“No?” You asked as you broke character somewhat. You really did expect that to work. Mostly you felt disappointed and at a loss as to what to do. You considered that maybe you didn’t lay it on thick enough and I’d fold given just a little more pressure. Despite how cliché and a little porn-y it was you lowered your glasses and repeated yourself. “No?” You looked over the tops of the black rims at me as if you couldn’t believe I’d dare refuse you. At this point those books and study guides were as much props in the porno in my head as your glasses. I’d forgotten they served a functional purpose besides their association with sexuality for me. I did reconsider my choices at that point though. I didn’t like being too stubborn with you when you were like this. I was worried if I held out too much you wouldn’t find this dynamic to be fun. At the end of the day it was incredibly fun to “give in” – but giving in didn’t usually mean studying. I stared dumbly as I was really turned on and at a loss for what to do.

You put your glasses on and took some time to organize the piles of paper around us, thinking. You seemed a little distraught. I moved toward you and kissed you on the cheek to try to make you smile – and you did. “I’m sorry I’m being difficult.” I said quietly into the small space between us. You kept smiling but it turned wicked. “You’re being really naughty.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. But it wasn’t a boisterous laugh. It was sudden and nervous. I sat back. I blushed furiously. I was Bayan Escort Antep so turned on but taken aback entirely. You smiled even more and pursued me across the bed. My heart hammered in my chest uncontrollably. “You’re such a bad girl.” I think I stopped breathing. I looked away off to the side and tried to keep a straight face if only because I wasn’t sure how to react. You dragged your tongue up the side of my neck to my temple and I let out a shuddering moan. I collapsed backwards, whispering the question, “Come here ..?” And you did. You laid on top of me and gazed down at me. We spent a long moment like that. My breathing returned to normal – it even slowed down quite a bit as I calmed down. You laid your head on my chest and listened to my heart beat. I needed the moment to collect myself. You noticed after a while that I wasn’t moving or saying anything. Briefly you worried that you had said something wrong, but you only asked – “What are you thinking about?” I’d calmed down but I was far more passive than normal in that moment, and it was clear that I had gotten lost in thought.

“You’re not going to look down on me for this are you?” I ask. Maybe it’s a little late for this question but I know in my heart I’d rather have the respect of my lover than the exploration of whatever tangential kinks are a part of my sexuality. I hoped so much that I wouldn’t have to choose. You shake your head and then go back to holding me close. We’re silent for a long moment as you’re pondering your own worry. “Did I say something wrong?” You finally come out with it. And to that I shake my head. I find myself smiling and blushing. “Not at all.” I’m really blushing quite intensely. My worries leave me and I say, “Feel.” I take one of your hands and guide it into my underwear. My eyes close. You can feel the sharp breath I draw in underneath you and you can also feel that I am incredibly turned on. When I open my eyes again you’re there and you’re staring at me with a grin like a very mischievous cat that is about to eat a canary.

“Your hand is still in my underwear.” I point out.

“I know. Any complaints?” You say, stroking me with the slightest motion.

“Nuh-uh.” I say, “No … way …” I let out an elongated exhale, arch my back, and close my eyes again. You keep playing with me using the softest touches to highlight just how sensitive I feel. I bring my hands up to my own hair and revel in the sensation of it all. The slow touches, the warmth of the blankets around me, the pressure of you on top of me, even the small conversation that we just had … I feel like I could melt into the bed.

“Good girl,” You say barely loud enough for me to hear but I find myself smirking. Of course there’s that modicum of anxiety that wants me to bring this to a pause again to have a more drawn out discussion. Of course I want to hear you say, like twelve times, that you still respect me. I ignore it and give in to that other, better sinking feeling. Trusting you is so much more fun than doubt. Trust feels like safety, warmth, understanding, contentedness … I think you’re soothed by my responses too. Given the chance I wouldn’t want to offend you, hurt you, or make you feel disrespected either.

You’re moving downward and I’m a little offended by the loss of contact as less of you is on less of me. You’re urging my underwear down and I lift my hips to help out with that. I open my eyes in time to see you comically slingshot them across the room. They hit the opposite wall as I think that my sense of humor might be rubbing off on you. It’s as comforting as it is hilarious. My legs fall apart and I’m just watching you quietly. My mind wanders. It never goes far but the haze of arousal is always fertile ground for thoughts about how lucky I am to have you, and how amazing you are. If you could read my mind you might think I’m a huge kiss-ass. I mentally make a note to make a joke about that during future sexual encounters. While I’m wandering around in my own thoughts, your tongue meets my clit and I am suddenly jarred back into reality. The motion isn’t dissimilar to a cat grooming itself. I’m not going to get off on that but I am going to become uncomfortably aroused. I can already feel my resolve melting even further, and faster. It really doesn’t take long before I’m a total mess underneath you. You have to put two firm hands on my hips to hold me in place and that turns me on even more. You “torture” me for a while longer.

Then you switch it up. You’re back to manipulating me with your hand and you slither back up to me to use that wicked mouth for other things. I am still, wholly, a mess. I’m constantly moaning, panting out tiny soft needy sounds. You’re keeping me there on purpose. For what purpose I am anxious to find out – and you let me know. You place your mouth so close to my ear as you speak to me that your breath, and the heat of it on me is as much a feature of your speech as your tone and choice of words.

“You’ve been such a bad, bad girl.” You start, and I think I’m going to die or maybe explode. My feelings can only be summed up as: I can’t even. “That ends here. You’re going to study, and we’re going to have fun.” I have to open my eyes briefly to see if you still have your glasses on and it’s like peeking through my fingers in the middle of a suspenseful movie. I turn my head to check and yes, yes you do. I am surely going to die. All the little synapses in my brain must be hyperactively firing to the extent that I will surely short-circuit and explode. The back of my head hits the pillow and my eyelids snap shut. You stop speaking because I’ve started breathlessly chanting the phrase “oh my god” over again. Not only do you stop speaking but your hand slows down to next to nothing. You lay your full weight over me and seem to cuddle me for a moment as I calm down from the excitement of nearly dying by spontaneous sexual combustion. When I do you rise up over me and resume speaking.

“Look at me.” I can’t but I feel your hand leave my pants to grip my chin and make me look at you. My eyes open slowly and I’m absolutely paralyzed. I wish I could be sexier about this but you’re pushing all the right buttons and I can’t even function. You seem to be power-tripping a lot though. “You’re going to be good. I’m going to make you into the perfect student.” I have no idea how, but I believe it. “Sit up.” You pull me up and hand me my book. I’m still stupidly turned on and I don’t comprehend anything. You quickly move and sit behind me with your legs spread around me. You lean back against pillows piled up behind you and pull be against you. Your arms snake around my waist. Your legs pry my legs open and pin them down. Your head is on my shoulder. I’m entirely held captive. “Don’t drop the book.” You say, and to my credit I manage to hold onto it as your hand goes back to my clit. Your other hand is manipulating my breasts. You get me all hot and bothered again then stop.

“Start reading.” You say, and though I should’ve figured it out before now I suddenly get it. You explain anyways. “As long as you keep reading, I’ll keep touching you. When you stop, I stop. At the end of every section I’ll ask you questions. If you answer well, you’ll be rewarded. If you can’t answer at all, you’ll have to read it again. And when you’re done with all the reading …” Your voice drops to a whisper and you use one of my favorite phrases in our bedroom vocabulary. “I’ll fuck your brains out.” I feel your teeth on my earlobe before you draw away and stop messing with me entirely. “That is, if you’re good.” You laugh, and I’m dazed for a moment before I take up reading obediently.

Trial and error lasts through the first chapter. You have to find the right amount of stimulation that keeps me needy but not too overwhelmed with need to function. I end up having to re-read most of the sections because I can’t concentrate. Eventually we get it, and we really get it. I don’t think I’ve ever been this diligent about reading a textbook ever. I start consistently answering your questions well, and each time you take a moment to drive me nearly to the edge of orgasm as my reward. When your hand needs a break you use a vibrator. When my clit becomes too sensitive you play with my breasts, suck on my neck, or finger me. In the last few chapters you have me seated on a dildo, and use your hips and hands to control the speed I can use to fuck myself with it. It’s the strangest feeling of satisfaction to get so much done as far as studying while to stay on this plateau for so long. I glance at a clock. It’s been around an hour. I’ve lost my sense of urgency and I’m just dazed. Yet, somehow, all of my answers are so very, very detailed and on point. I answer the last question and my voice trails off. “Good girl ..” You murmur into my ear. I’m too sedated by arousal to even remember that earlier I been concerned about letting you talk to me like this. It all just feels perfect. I moan and the book falls away.

You move and I fall onto my back. You reclaim the toy and fasten it into the harness then straddle me. I’m looking up at you and clearly seeing stars. You lean over me and place your hands on my shoulder, pressing me into the mattress. Then you lower your chest over my face and let me up some. I take each breast into my mouth and swirl my tongue over the velvety soft flesh. I don’t bite but I pull on each nipple with my teeth. I hear you moaning over me, and it’s wonderful encouragement. I could lose myself in pleasuring you, but when my hand goes to your waist you sit back and grab me by the wrist. You take my hands and pin them over my head. “Keep them here … ” Your mind wanders to the handcuffs in the drawer, but you don’t even want to take the time to grab them. All at once it’s been too long. Something clicks and you want to drive me over the edge, right now. You’re also pretty sure that I’d do anything you asked of me in this state.

I do. I grip the top of the mattress as you slide that toy into me to the hilt. You sit back on your calves while pulling me to you, and staying fully inside me. I lose my grip immediately, and my fingers trail over the fabric as I pull up the fitted sheet and hold on to that instead. You have my hips slightly elevated and you shove a pillow underneath to help keep me propped up. It turns out to not be especially necessary. I use my core muscles to keep my back arched. You use your hands to pull me to you with every inward thrust. Not a bit of it is gentle. You might go slow but every thrust is bottoming out and moving my whole body. I’m screaming. I manage to hook my legs behind you so I’m dragged with you every time you pull out, and I help you every time you slam back in. “Good girl!” You exclaim, and my mind is almost entirely gone as promised. My voice goes hoarse and I start panting. You continue on unabated. My pants turn to punctuating moans. You really work me out just like this until you suddenly fall forward over me and grab my chin again.

“Open your eyes.” I do.

“Don’t come until I tell you to.” You say and I nod weakly. My eyes close again. You reach down and rub my clit until I’m squirming. My expression looks almost pained because I’m trying so hard to do what you’ve told me.

You pull out and give my ankles a tug. “Come on. Bend over the bed.” I move, though my entire body feels bone-less, and you end up pulling me along. When I get to the edge of the bed you push me down against the mattress again, spread my legs with yours, grab my hips, and slam back in again. I’m entirely limp as if I’ve already came three times, but I haven’t – not even once yet. I’m so entirely spent and my brain is entirely vacant. All I know is that this feels incredible. Your hand snakes underneath me and starts playing with my clit again and everything comes back into focus sharply. I’m holding my breath trying not to come.

Your other hand is holding me by the back of my neck. You’re leaning in and I know what comes next. I can’t wait, and I start saying this: “I can’t wait, I can’t – Britney I can’t wait, I can’t -” You pause as long as I’m saying this but then I shut up because even trying to speak is taking up the focus I need to hold off having a mind-blowing orgasm. You’re probably smiling like the devil, and on the power-trip of your life. I can’t be bothered to care. You pull back on my hair, pulling my head up, and fuck me harder against your hand as well as the bed while you tell me to come. I do. I see little bright lights and then I gasp for breath. My heartbeat is crazy. I’m shaking and my legs give out. I’m pinned against the bed so I don’t fall.

You stay inside until I stop shaking and then you urge me up onto the bed again. You pull the thick comforter over me and then slide out of the harness and join me underneath it. You face me as you curl up in front of me. You watch as my breathing returns to normal. I look so damn peaceful. You think I might be asleep and reach out to stroke my cheek tenderly. I smile and my eyelids flutter open. Immediately, seeing you, I bury my face in the covers and grin like an idiot. You just start playing with my hair. I have to come up a second later to let out a big yawn. “Roll over.” You murmur and I do. You curl up against me and wrap your arms around me, spooning me perfectly. “I love studying.” I say as I fall asleep to the feeling of you kissing the back of my neck.

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I’m not gay. I love girls with hot tits and ass a lot. I just like a little or a lot of cock every now and then. And I love having a big dick up my ass or in my mouth and the taste and feel of cum as it shoots out of a hot guy or a nasty TV’s cock.

A couple of weeks ago I was filling my car with gas when I noticed this guy I knew named Jeff from a sex party I’d gone to. I remembered that he went both ways as I’d seen him there with both a guy and a girl. He was tall and well built with long legs and a tight looking ass. He was getting gas and was talking to this young guy that was with him. He was five foot seven or eight and thin with kind of longish dark hair. Good looking kid. I went over and talked to Jeff. He remembered me.

“Hey Billy, this is my friend Jack. Jack this is my cousin Billy.” He said. Billy was a babe! I’d guess he was 18 or 19. He was sitting there in the front seat with holy jean cut-offs and an undershirt and I could tell from the lack of hair on his arms and legs that he was pretty smooth all over and I have this weakness for young boys with bodies like his.

We talked for a few minutes and I asked what they were doing with the day. “Just cruisin around looking for something fun for the afternoon.” Said Jeff.

“What kind of fun didja have in mind?” I asked.

“Probably the same kind you do.” Said Jeff as his eyes went up and down my body.

“What about your young friend here?”

“Well actually, we have to pick up Billy’s sister Carla in a few minutes.” said Jeff.

“Too bad, we could have ma—“

“Oh we still can Jack.” Said Billy. “I know what you want and me and Jeff do it all the time. And me and Jeff and Carla do it some of the time too. And Carla’d like you a lot.” Said the young boy.

Needless to say Escort Bayan Antep I didn’t have to be asked twice or even once. We picked up Carla at her piano lesson. She was a female counterpart of her brother. Thin with long legs and these cute pert tits. She was 18. This was very hot.

The four of us went to Jeff’s apartment. Once inside he got out a four tube bong and we proceeded to get major league fucked up on this Thai pot. The room was dark and smoky and Jeff had on some bass hot CD.

I felt a hand on my leg and looked to see that Billy had sat down next to me and had his hand on me. I turned towards him and pulled him to me and kissed him. His lips were soft like a girl’s and his tongue was way too smart for his age. I ran my hand up his bare thigh and under the cloth of his shorts. My thumb found the head of his cock and rubbed it through his underwear as his hand rubbed my shaft through my jeans. A hand came from behind me and went inside my shirt to find my nipple. It was Jeff and he pinched the already hard little raisin making me gasp around Billy’s tongue as I sucked it.

Carla was sitting in a chair with her legs spread and was rubbing her pussy through her wet panties with one hand and squeezing her small tits with the other as she watched us.

Jeff moved in front of us and got on his knees as we sank back on the couch. I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down and off as Jeff pulled Billy’s shorts and underpants off so that his young 6 inch cock could be free. I raised my ass and shoved my jockeys to the floor. Billy looked over at my seven inch hard cock and reached over to cup the head in his hands. As he did it, Jeff leaned over and took the head of Billy’s cock into his mouth and started swirling his tongue around the head as he pumped his hand slowly up and down the shaft. Billy moaned around my tongue and his hand grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him. We pulled away from each other and he leaned back as Jeff sucked on his cock.

I stood up and stood on the couch with my legs straddling Billy’s body so that my cock was in front of his face. He looked up at me and smiled as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue begging for me to put my hard cock on it. I thrust forward and my cock went into his mouth and he ran his tongue under the head and along the glans fucking it. I was leaning my hands against the wall and letting Billy do my cock when I felt someone spreading my ass cheeks and sticking a wet tongue into my asspussy and fucking it in and out. It was Carla and this little old slut had a wonderful mouth. She licked and slurped my ass and down to my balls sucking them just enough to make them hurt so exquisitely. I had to pull away from Billy’s mouth or I was going to cum.

Carla moved up Billy’s chest and started sucking and biting at his nipples. He was moaning and pushing his cock into Jeff’s mouth while Jeff was sucking his young cock and squeezing his balls. Billy grabbed the back of Jeff’s head and pushed his cock far into his throat and shot a fat load. He started pulling out as Jeff tried to keep his cock where it was. It came out of his mouth and shot two more ribbons of cum onto his face before Jeff recaptured the cockhead and sucked the rest of his cum out of him and down his throat. I kissed Jeff and licked Billy’s cum off his face. Carla was still flicking her tongue at her brother’s nipple and her ass and pussy were up in the air just waiting for something to slide into them. I got behind her and stuck my now raging hard cock into her pussy. She was really wet but oh so tight so my cock felt like in was a knife in a scabbard. I started fucking in and out of her pussy while my fingers found her ass and I stuck one into her. I could feel my cock in her cunt with my finger.

“Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt.” She cried as I fucked her. I took it out of her cunt and put the head at the entrance to her asspussy. I was going slowly but she pushed back at me and I slid all the way into her and started fucking her ass and then taking it out and putting it back in her cunt and back and forth. Jeff got in front of me and stuck his cock in front of my face. I leaned forward and took it into my mouth and started sucking the head in and out like it was a popsicle. Billy was still under Carla and he lifted up and took one of her young cherry nipples into his mouth and started sucking and biting it. She was so hot that there was pussy cum running out of her down her thighs. I pulled out of her and reached a hand down to pinch her clit as I sucked Jeff. The pinch was all it took as she spasmed and came buckets. Jeff pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked it a few times and it shot onto my face and mouth. I licked it off my lips and used the rest on my cock and started jerking off.

Carla turned around and got her face under my cockhead and started talking to me.

“Cmon baby. Shoot that big load of cum on my babyface. Or if you want to, make me open my mouth and shoot it onto my tongue. I’ll swallow it or kiss you and we can both eat it up.”

I grabbed her face and squeezed her jaw so that her mouth opened and shot three or four shots of hot cum onto her face and into her mouth. She sucked my cockhead until my legs buckled and then I kissed her and she fed me my cum which we both swallowed.

It was a very hot start to a beautiful relationship. We all get together and fuck every now and then and we all fuck each other separately as well.

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I must only thank my brother’s habit of writing diaries, if not I would have not come across such a wonderful experience of him with my mother. I turned the pages of his diary…

Feb 20: There was nothing special for a week after that day with mom. Though she asked me to be naked throughout the day she didn’t insist me to do so. Every time when she sees me she would just smile that wicked smile at me indicating that she didn’t forget that incident.

To be frank we didn’t even see ourselves naked after that. But today it was a surprise for me.

I was just returning home around 11 O’clock in the morning after a visit to my friend’s house.

The front door was open and at first I didn’t hear my mom in. I came in, closed that door and moved towards my bedroom. And I passed my mom’s room I could see the fan running and just as I entered cursing my mom for not switching off the fan, the sight I saw there made me awestruck.

For there, on my mom’s bed I saw another woman with my mom. She was Santhi, my mom’s best friend and her co-worker. Moreover she was of some distant relation to mom. She was around 25, married and just now given birth to a girl two months ago.

There is nothing wrong till now, what I said about them, but what I saw there only shook me. Santhi (Aunty as I would call her) was there in her pink colored exotic plain saree sitting cross-legged on the bed. Her baby was sleeping on a mat that was spread on the floor.

Her saree covering her breasts was pushed down an the upper part of her body was not covered in saree but only her blouse containing her milk-filled breasts and even a few buttons of her bodice open and her bra loosened, I could see her right breast, wheat colored with her nipples straight and pushing forward. ‘May be she would have just finished breastfeeding her baby’ you might tell.

But there was my mom in her nightdress, lying on Santhi auntie’s lap just like how her baby would be there, and mom was sucking Santhi auntie’s breasts and drinking her milk!

God Damn! I couldn’t believe my mom doing that sucking Santhi auntie’s breasts…is she a lesbian too? I began hating my mom, for I didn’t like my mom stripping a boy of his clothes or being naked with any of her friends…

I opened the door and “Oops!” was the only thing I could mutter staring at that sight, then a little bit relaxed, I asked, “What’s going on Mom?”

By this time my mom had got up and I could see Santhi auntie’s face turn pale on seeing me.

“Nothing…” Mom said.

“Is this nothing?” I’ve caught her red handed sucking her friend’s breasts and drinking her milk.

There was no answer.

“Are you both lesbians?” I asked mom, looking straight into Santhi auntie’s eyes.

“Arjun!!! Oh god no!!!” she was saying to herself.

And now, Santhi auntie’s eyes were filled with tears. By now she had buttoned her bodice and smoothed her dress.

“Sorry…auntie, Antep Bayan Escort I didn’t expect you to be with mom like this.” I said to her.

“Arjun…you can’t talk to her like this…” this was mom.

“Then how should talk after seeing you sucking her…” I didn’t finish the line and wanted this thought to sink into them.

My penis was already making a tent in my pants and mom’s eyes fell on them. She understood what I was up to.

So she smiled at me looking into my pants and asked, “So what do you want us to do now?”

“Don’t you know?” I asked again. She knew what I needed.

“Hey, Priya…what does he say?” Santhi auntie asked to mom still with her eyes red.

Mom went near auntie and murmured something into her ears.

“Is that so?” Santhi auntie asked me.

“Yes…”

Her smile had the answer.

“Now that’s between us. Mom…could you please move…” I asked mom and she gave a scornful look and then paved way for me in the bed.

Santhi auntie now pushed her sari covering her breasts aside and unhooked her bodice as if she was going to breast feed her baby.

“Are you going to give your milk to your baby or me…come on aunty… remove every bit of dress that is on your body. I want to see you naked” I said to her.

Brother was that much calm guy. I didn’t expect him to be that much bold, asking a woman much above his age to remove all her dress in front of him. I was really shocked after reading that…

“No…” she murmured. I was sure that she was embarrassed at what I asked her to do.

“Mom….” I looked at mom.

“Come on Santhi…do as he says…” mom said to her.

“But Priya…” Santhi auntie protested.

“Come on pa…just relax and remove your dress.” Mom coaxed her to remove her dress. It seemed as though mom too was willing to see her naked.

Seeing there was no way out, Santhi auntie stepped out of the bed and started undressing turning her back to both of us.

“Auntie…if you want you can use the bathroom…” I said.

“No…she would do it here…” mom interrupted and said to her, “Turn this side Santhi…”

Santhi auntie turned to face us her face blushing, so she didn’t look at us. As she pulled off her sari and her petticoat… that was knotted at her hips, her bodice that was already unbuttoned showed away her well-maintained breasts, soft, plump and large and her nipples protruding her soft white cotton bra.

She ripped off her bodice and was struggling to unhook her bra at the back. In tension, she couldn’t unhook her bra.

“Mom…why don’t you help her?” I whispered to mom, and mom stepped near her and removed the hooks of her bra. And her breasts sprang out falling to the front.

As Santhi auntie was about to pull her panties she hesitated.

“It’s alright you need not remove that…come here…” I said to her.

She came nearby and I made her lie on back and started to massage her large breasts with my palm. She closed her eyes and started to moan. As I licked her breasts and sucked her nipples, they turned red and as I squeezed her breasts, a small drop of milk appeared at her nipples.

Santhi auntie was there still with her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and said, “Arjun… why don’t just remove your dress… it makes me feel more and more shy being naked in front of a person fully dressed.”

Then only I felt that I was still wearing the pants. Within a minute I was out of all my dress and my dark colored penis was looking straightforward due to the erection.

Santhi auntie got up and sitting on the bed started to caress my hard on, with her fingers. By this time mom entered the room commenting, “Wow…you really look much sexy…”

“Thanks mom…why don’t you join us?” I asked her.

“Sure…” mom said and she too was naked within a minute, because it didn’t take that much time for her to remove the only piece of dress she was wearing to cover herself… her nightie.

And there she was my mom same as I had seen her the previous time. I couldn’t believe this, there I was naked with two ‘young’ women, one of them my mom, she too naked. Just the thought that I was with two naked sexy figures made me feel the ecstasy and my heart was beating fast.

I made Santhi auntie to sit cross-legged and started milking her breasts by squeezing them with my hands.

“Oh Gawwd…” she moaned aloud closing her eyes and holding my shoulders.

Within seconds, milk squirted out of her nipples. Her breasts turned red and froth gathered on the bluish coloured milk that I had squeezed from her breasts.

“Mmmmmmphhhhhhh…” was the only sound I heard from her with her eyes still closed as I finished milking her breasts.

Again I made her lie and started to suck her breasts with my mouth. For a few minutes she moaned aloud, then tried to push me aloud saying, “It’s enough…”

But I continued, not heeding her words.

“Oh it’s enough Arjun… it’s paining…” she said, but still I continued sucking her breasts.

“Please Arjun, leave me…it’s paining…please…” she was almost crying.

‘Come on Arjun leave her alone don’t torture her’ I was saying this to myself. My heart was racing fast after reading that, although involuntarily I fingered myself…f and my fingers had already become sticky of my cunt juices.

“Arjun it’s enough…stop sucking…” this was Mom.

So heeding my mom’s words I stopped sucking her breasts and I saw her relaxing. I moved to her cunt. With my hands I moved her legs apart but suddenly she moved her legs back again together.

Surprised by her act, I saw her eyes.

“No…I don’t want to do that with you…” she said.

“Why?” I asked her startled.

“Because, you had said that you wanted to suck my breasts for milk and I allowed you only on the pretext that you’ll suck my breasts alone…” I was shocked hearing her words.

“But…Auntie…” I tried to persuade her.

“Please…leave me alone…” she said and mom too accompanied her saying, “It’s enough Arjun…if she doesn’t like that don’t do it…go to your room…”

I had no other way but return to my room with my dick shrinking fast.

But I heard mom asking to her, “Why didn’t you allow him to do that?”

“I would have allowed him, but already this child is not born to my husband. You won’t believe this, but don’t say this to anyone. Actually the original father of this child is my younger brother. When he fucked me my husband had just then gone out of town and he thought that he already impregnated me with his cum. I got pregnant only after my brother fucked me you know…I don’t want this to happen again because if I was caught becoming pregnant, then my husband will very well know what’s going on…hope you understand…” Santhi auntie narrated her story to mom.

I thought they would dress themselves and she would return home, instead, mom and Santhi auntie, began to caress each other’s body. They massaged their breasts and in 69 positions started eating each other’s cunt.

Even as I heard the slurping sound that came from them I dick started to grow again.

Then the ground their cunt on each other I heard them moaning aloud. “I’m cumming…I’m cumming…” mom was the first to moan aloud followed by Santhi auntie saying, “Yesss…” I’m also cumming…Ahhhhh…” then they both reached their orgasm and started to relax on the bed.

I had to masturbate myself to finish off my growing pleasure.

After a while both mom and Santhi auntie came out fully dressed. Then Santhi Auntie left, saying, “Sorry to disappoint you Arjun…anyhow it was a nice day with you both…” she smiled and left. I bid her good bye.

“It’s O.K. Auntie…hope we meet again some other time.”

Though she was reluctant in the morning she called me later today and apologised to me saying that I could ‘have’ her some day in the near future… I’m waiting for that day…

I was feeling much horny after reading brother’s diary and as I went along I’ve started to unearth many truths, for example, Santhi auntie with whom I had had much affection had given birth to a child only thro’ her brother. Even as I finished reading, I heard my mom come home for lunch. So I placed that diary below my bed so as to hide it from mom and kept my face innocent. Mom came in and asked if I’m preparing for the exams and I obediently answered yes. Even at that time it didn’t occur to me that she was looking young and sexy even at that age.

I didn’t have much time in the evening as everyone returned home. I seemed that bother had noted his diary to be missing. He was looking tensed, but I didn’t want to part with his diary. Only in the late night I got time as everyone went to sleep and I started to flip the pages of the diary once again…well…. that’s next part friends…I’m waiting for your encouraging comments, new ideas and criticism… surely… it’ll make my next stories better… till then, bye from ur saranya…

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Grace Notes https://axla.info/grace-notes.html https://axla.info/grace-notes.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://axla.info/grace-notes.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 Chili met Grace during his last semester of college at a university in Maryland, a couple months before he would graduate in the spring of 1978. He met her at his dorm, or ‘mod’ as it was called, which was pretty much […]

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Chili met Grace during his last semester of college at a university in Maryland, a couple months before he would graduate in the spring of 1978. He met her at his dorm, or ‘mod’ as it was called, which was pretty much known as party central around the complex. It was a very modern dormitory for its time: it was co-ed and consisted of apartments housing four or six students in each. Chili’s housed six, with two double rooms, two singles, two baths and a kitchen and living area.

Chili’s five roommates that year consisted of Yakov, a Russian student who was seldom seen; Kenny, a pot head trombonist in the marching band; Mitch, a complete asshole no one could stand, but who fortunately spent most of his time at a Jewish frat house; Frank, a fruity bass player in a disco group; and Benny.

Benny was going to college on the five-and-a-half-year plan. Although he entered college a year ahead of Chili, he wouldn’t graduate until the following school year. Chili and Benny had roomed together for two years and had gotten along well. They both were sports fans and athletes and played on the dorm intramural football, basketball and softball teams together. They especially clicked in basketball because Benny was a gun and liked to shoot, and Chili was a good passer who would look for the open man.

Their mod was a popular place for several reasons. The music was always playing, the bar was always open, there was a bong on the table and usually somebody was ready to party. But the main reason was Benny: He was the local source of pot and drugs for many undergraduates.

The roommates would always know when a shipment of something was due because the wall phone would ring off the hook and the callers would be asking for Benny. Then before long Benny would come home at night from his part-time job at Safeway carrying a large brown paper sack with grocery items sticking out of the top. But beneath the groceries was the package everyone had been calling about.

Chili wasn’t really into drugs but did smoke a little weed now and then. As a graduating senior he was in party mode much of the time and it was free, there was always a shoebox lid of reefer on the table. Benny, on the other hand, would partake of his various products on a regular basis and although he usually had a buzz on, he managed to control his usage fairly well.

That final semester the dorm softball team made it to the playoffs and had a semi-final game scheduled for a Thursday afternoon after class—prime ‘Let’s get our heads up for the weekend’ time—and Chili, as team captain and shortstop, had practically begged Benny to please abstain and show up to the game straight. But Benny showed up to the game at the very last minute and took his position at third base with a joint in his mouth. Chili was pissed off initially but didn’t have to worry. In the top of the first inning an opposing batter lifted a pop fly deep behind third base in foul ground. Benny sprinted after the fly, barely reached it in time, and with his back to the field dove for the ball, caught it, rolled over and sprung up with the ball safely in his glove and the joint still safely clutched between his lips.

One day during Chili’s final semester he met Grace for the first time at his dorm. There was a small group hanging around, casually listening to music, talking and drinking beer. Since the complex was coed, there were always new girls around, friends of friends, guests, whatever, but Grace was a new face, and Chili was attracted to her immediately. She was slim and athletic-looking. She had long legs, medium-sized perky tits and shoulder-length auburn hair. Her jeans were tight on her butt and Chili wanted to peel them right off. He got himself a beer and introduced himself and started chatting her up. He could tell within minutes that this was a woman he wanted to get to know. But soon he was let down and backed off. Grace was with Benny.

‘Damn!’ Chili thought. He’d had relationships with girls throughout college, of course, but most occurred out of horniness and convenience and none had turned into anything even remotely serious. And here he meets this girl to whom he is immediately and intensely attracted—her looks, her body, her smile, her conversation, not to mention the tingle between his legs—and she’s off-limits.

Chili couldn’t remember seeing Benny with a real girlfriend, just a few sleep-overs here and there. And he didn’t know how he’d met Grace…was she one of his customers?…but he had to admit, at least he had good taste.

So he backed off, and admired her from afar as she came and went with Benny during the remainder of the semester, and pondered what might have been. And then he graduated and moved on and forgot about her. Or at least he tried to.

After he graduated, Chili travelled the U.S. in his Mercury Comet for a few months, finally settling in a medium-sized city on the southwest coast of Florida. He liked the laid-back lifestyle of living on the Gulf. He took a sales job for a direct marketing company selling Bayan Escort Gaziantep direct mail advertising at the time when the medium was relatively new and growing by leaps and bounds. Within a year he was able to purchase the territory and had exclusive rights to sell the company’s products. Over the next several years he grew his sole proprietorship into a thriving small business and was earning over six figures for himself. He bought a waterfront cottage on a tributary that flowed into the Intracoastal Waterway. Life was good.

Chili had had a few relationships, and one even lasted a year, but nothing permanent. His business kept him very busy. He’d lost touch with Benny—as he had with many of his college buddies—but he thought about him once in a while. And he thought about Grace of course. He wondered if they were still together.

Benny had graduated a semester after Chili, and moved in with Grace. He started a landscaping business with a childhood friend: Ready Teddy, a druggie. Ted’s father owned a large nursery in the town where they’d grown up, which was only about twenty miles from the campus, and he helped them get started and acquire supplies and equipment. At first they’d rented a house in a subdivision and they gradually acquired more and more equipment—trucks, trailers, tools, tractors—and the neighbors started complaining about it. So he and Ted went out looking to buy a piece of property where they could park and store everything. They found a 1.5 acre parcel that was partially wooded and had a long dirt driveway leading to an old, broken-down, abandoned house. They paid $57,000 for it, parked everything there and got the neighbors of their backs.

In a once-in-a-lifetime stroke of luck, and unbeknownst to Benny and Ted, the whole surrounding area was soon being rezoned industrial and heavy commercial due to the expansion of the international airport a few miles away. Out of nowhere, in less than two years they were presented with an offer of $1.1 million for the property.

Benny and Ted took their cash and purchased homes on large properties in the semi-rural outskirts of town. There they had their privacy and plenty of space to park all of their equipment.

Chili’s parents were getting older and had decided to downsize, so he scheduled a trip back home to go through and clean out the house to help them prepare to sell. While he was there he bought a couple tickets for a football game at his alma mater and took his Dad to the game.

Chili was waiting in the beer line at the concession stand when he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

“CHILI….” boomed the voice from a few feet away. He recognized Benny’s voice immediately.

“Hey, Benny, how the hell are you, man?” Chili asked, and they hugged. Benny looked like he’d put on a few pounds.

The game was still in the first quarter but Chili could tell that Benny was already pretty toasted. He remembered going to the games when they were in college, the tailgating, sneaking in booze, and they were usually so drunk by halftime that they couldn’t even tell which team had the ball.

They chatted for a few minutes in line and they exchanged business cards. Chili mentioned his parents and that he might be coming north again in a couple months. Benny said to let him know when and he could stay with him and Grace at their new home. Be nice to have you stay with us for a few days, he said.

“Did you and Grace get married?” Chili asked.

“Nah,” Benny said. “We’ve talked about it but that’s about it. Permanently engaged I guess you could say.”

They got their beers and went their separate ways back to their respective seats.

The next time Chili came north he never even called Benny. It was getting close to the holidays and he thought it would be too awkward, plus he had his own family obligations. But a few months later, after his parents had sold their house and moved south, he took Benny up on the offer.

That spring Chili planned a road trip north. He would visit his parents at their new home in North Carolina, his sister in Virginia, and Benny in Maryland. He would stay with his parents one night—that’s about all he could stand—and with his sister and brother-in-law for a couple days, and then on to Benny’s. At Benny’s he would play it by ear: it could be a lot of fun or, after so much time, it could be like a weird scene from the movie ‘Pacific Heights’.

What attracted Chili most of all to the visit was his curiosity. How was Benny living these days after his windfall? He knew he had a successful business, but what was his life like? Was he still a head? Still dealing? Was he happy? And what about Grace? Was she?

It was late Friday afternoon and Chili had been in the car over five hours when he arrived at Benny’s house. It was a little hard to find. It was out in the countryside and he missed a turn and had to backtrack before finding it. He drove down a driveway through a tunnel of trees and then curved to the left. The house was bigger than he expected, a brick two-story with a gabled roof, dormers upstairs and a three-car garage. There was a silver Toyota in the driveway. Chili heard a big dog barking nearby. He parked but didn’t get out of the car right away. He thought immediately that a large, ferocious dog would probably mean only one thing to Benny: protection.

“Wait a minute, Chili!” he heard a female voice call. He looked over to the side porch and spotted Grace behind the screen holding the collar of a white German Shepherd. “Let me take care of the dog!” Then she disappeared for a moment until the front door opened and Grace emerged without the canine.

“It’s okay now,” she said, walking toward the car, and Chili opened his door and got out. Grace gave him a hug, which surprised him. It was the first time they’d really touched and he felt the soft pressure of one of her breasts against his sternum. “Nice to see you, Chili. How was your trip?”

He ran down the boring details of his five-hour drive on rural two-lanes and the interstate and the miserable mixing bowl around the Virginia/D.C. line. He got his bag off the backseat and they walked inside.

“Benny’s not home yet, but he should be soon,” Grace said. “We’ve looking forward to your visit. Would you like something to drink?” They sat at the kitchen table and sipped cold drinks and made small talk.

Grace’s auburn hair was longer, falling down the top of her back with a hint of curl. Her body was still trim, tight denims snug against her long legs and cute butt and a soft red shirt. Somehow though, her face looked different than he remembered: still attractive, but in an older and more serious way. She wore an engagement ring with a large, oval diamond on her left hand.

“You look great, Grace,” Chili said. He gently squeezed her bicep and added, “Good shape, too. Have you been working out?”

“Thanks, Chili, yeah, I work out some. Plus I get plenty of exercise trying to keep up with Benny, that keeps me running.”

“Really, how so?”

“You know Benny as well as I do, Chili.”

They heard the diesel truck when it pulled into the drive. Then the cab door slammed and the front door of the house opened with a bang.

“In the kitchen, Benny!” Grace called out.

“CHILI!….” came Benny’s booming voice from the foyer and they heard him bounding down the hall. He walked into the kitchen, plopped a tray of steaks on the counter and gave Chili a bear hug.

“We need beer!” Benny yelled, and walked to the fridge and pulled out three bottles of Molson.

Benny looked like a landscaper. He had on dirty jeans, a yellow t-shirt with his company’s green logo on it, work boots and a Baltimore Orioles cap with his blond hair splayed out on the sides. They sat at the table and talked as they drank their beers.

“Well, I’m dirty and I smell, so I’m going to get a shower and then fire up the grill. I got us some big, fat juicy steaks,” Benny said. “You up to pace, Grace?”

“Yes, Dear. Baked potatoes and a giant salad.”

“All right!” Benny barked, and left the room.

Chili and Grace gathered the food and the tools and the condiments for the cookout.

They had more beers on the patio while the meat cooked, then ate at the picnic table under an oak tree. The food was delicious and the beers kept going down easy. Chili thought he now knew where Benny’s extra weight had come from. Grace’s body was fine and she was putting away the beers pretty well herself. The sun was going down and there was a lull in the conversation.

“Wanna get buzzed?” Benny asked. He looked at Chili and then at Grace.

“I don’t know,” Chili said. “I haven’t done that shit since college.”

“Ah, come on, for old times’ sake. Grace, should we show Chili the Vapor Room?”

“Uh, I don’t know Benny. Don’t you have to go to work early in the morning at that estate account you guys just picked up?”

“I just have to go out and get the crews started. Gotta make sure the knuckleheads know what to do and don’t screw anything up. And Teddy will be there.”

“Lotta help he’ll be,” Grace said sarcastically. “Maybe till the bars open.”

“Come on Grace, let’s show Chili a good time.”

Chili thought the look on Grace’s face was one of dubious anticipation. She looked at him and surrendered a resigned smile.

They went into a room behind the garage. It was a lounge with a large leather sofa and chairs and a wet bar. It had a tile floor and all the windows were closed and it smelled like weed. Benny took beers out of the mini-fridge and handed one to Grace and Chili, who were seated on the sofa. He placed a brick pad on the floor in the center of the room and then we walked out the side door.

“What’s he doing?” Chili asked.

“You’ll see,” Grace said. “Get ready to take a ride.”

Benny returned a minute later with a shallow metal bucket and a three-foot dried-out plant with thin rigid branches. He placed the bucket on the brick pad and then took out a pair of hand clippers and started cutting stems and stalks and twigs off of the plant and tossing them in the bucket.

“My own crop!” Benny said, as he clipped away.

Grace rose from the sofa and walked over to a small bookcase and turned on the stereo. This was back in the days when FM radio rock stations would play entire albums start-to-finish one after the other without interruptions for hours on end. Grace adjusted the tuner and the volume and ‘Nature’s Way’ from ‘The 12 Dreams of Dr. Sardonicus’ poured out of the speakers.

When the bucket was about half-full Benny struck a wooden match and tossed it onto the arid kindling. It caught fire in a flash, flaming up at first, but then it lowered to a slow, controlled burn as Benny stoked it and continued feeding more pieces onto it. The room quickly filled with a dense fog of smoke.

Grace noticed Chili’s bottle was empty so she took it out of his hand and retrieved him another from the fridge. She handed him the beer and sat back down beside him, a little closer than before.

“Let me get a picture,” Benny said. “Move a little closer.”

Grace scooted closer to Chili, her body now touching flush against his, and making his body inadvertently tense up.

“Don’t worry,” Grace said to him. “He always does this.”

Benny moved in closer with a Polaroid camera, focusing, framing a shot through the haze. Chili was already getting light-headed and he felt a dry burn in his eyes. But Grace’s body felt good next to his.

They kept drinking beers and absorbing smoke in their lungs and their clothes and their hair. Chili thought the stereo sounded like a symphony, even though it all was coming out of two cheap speakers. The radio kicked into another album, ‘Straight Up’ by Badfinger; Chili had heard the LP many times—it was one of his old favorites—but this time he swore he heard things in the music that he’d never ever heard before.

Vision was getting fuzzy. Between the smoke inhaled and the smoke in the air, focusing was like trying to land a small plane in a blizzardy windstorm. Chili wasn’t used to this, he hadn’t smoked pot in years. Benny was getting high, Chili remembered the signs, but was cruising along, okay so far. Grace seemed to be just going along for the ride.

“Hold hands!” Benny barked, camera back in hand.

Grace smiled and took Chili’s hand in hers. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Nice!” Benny said, and snapped the photo.

The mellow tune ‘Flying’ came out of the speakers and Chili thought to himself: I sure am!

Benny opened three more beers and cut up some more kindling for the fire and fed it all into the bucket and the flame kicked up and crackled.

“I better let Jojo out. I’ll be right back,” Grace said, and left to tend to their dog.

“How do you feel, Chili?” Benny asked.

“You mean when the room’s not spinning?”

“Ah, just like the good old days!” Benny laughed.

Chili could barely see the far wall of the room through the clouds. The beer was going down easy, tasting good and soothing his toasty throat. They had opened two more by the time Grace returned.

“Let’s take off our shirts,” Benny said, his voice loud and aggressive.

Chili looked at him. “Take off our shirts?”

“Benny, are you sure about this?” Grace said.

“Sure I’m sure!” he said, ripping off his shirt and exposing his gut. “Grace, unbutton Chili.”

She glanced at Chili’s eyes and started unbuttoning his shirt from the top down.

“What’s going on?” Chili asked.

“We’re gonna have some fun,” Benny said, and he plopped down on the sofa on the other side of Grace. She was now between them and Benny started pulling her shirt off as soon as she’d undone the last button of Chili’s shirt.

“What kind of fun?”

“We’re all gonna let laid!” Benny shouted, and gulped his beer. Grace’s top was off now, her thin, creamy bra barely surrounding her firm breasts.

“Unhook her bra, Chili!”

Grace turned so her back was to Chili. He did as he was told and handed the bra to Benny, who tossed it on the floor and picked up the camera. Grace took Chili’s beer out of his hand, took a big swig and handed it back.

“Grab her titties!”

“What?”

“Do it, Chili. You know you’ve always wanted to.”

Grace grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast. “It’s okay, don’t fight it,” she said. “Let’s go along with it.”

Chili thought to himself, ‘Grace seems resigned to the idea, so what the hell’. He gently squeezed and thumbed her nipple and felt it stiffen. Benny snapped another picture and the print slid out the front of the camera.

“Grace…”

Chili felt her hands unbuckling his belt, then unsnapping his jeans and unzipping him. She slid onto the floor on her knees between his legs in front of him.

“Lift up,” she said softly, so he lifted his butt and she pulled his pants and boxers down to the floor.

His cock was already half-mast. Grace stroked him with one hand and kneaded his nuts with the other and Chili sighed in hazy pleasure. Within thirty seconds he was hard and long.

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Awoke this morning with a glorious dream fading from memory, so I figured I’d better get as much down on paper as fast as possible . . .

As we near the end of another Steelers’ Sunday, I sit at the bar chatting up the bartender, Carol. She’s relatively new here at the bar, working mostly Sundays, but an excellent addition to the staff. She’s about 5’6″, thin, brunette and has what has been called the world’s most perfect ass.

I’ve been coming here every Sunday just to see her (well, that and to watch my Steelers) for the past couple months. We have started to get along pretty well, slowly moving into the land of friendly flirting. As I am helping her shut down the bar for the night, cleaning ashtrays, clearing tables, we talk about our plans for the upcoming week. I’m excited because I’m off Monday.

She says, “If that’s the case we shouldn’t call it a night just yet. You should come over and we can hang out and have a couple more. If it gets too late, I’ve got an extremely comfy couch, you could always crash.”

We quickly finish the closing procedures and lock up the bar. Rather than risk drinking and driving, and getting a DUI, I leave my car parked at the bar and jump in hers. We figure since she’s got the couch, may as well use it, and she can always run me to get my car in the morning.

Arriving at her place, she goes to change “into something more comfortable” and asks me to start a fire and get us some drinks. I ask what she wants and she replies, “Search the kitchen and surprise me.” Once the fire has taken hold, I head to the kitchen. Well, all I can find are a couple bottles of Shiraz, so I open one and pour a couple glasses.

Returning to the living room, I check the fire, turn down the gas and settle into the couch. Finding the remote, I turn on the TV and quickly find SportsCenter. Engrossed as I am in checking out the stats for my Fantasy Football players, I don’t even notice her return until she plops on the couch beside me.

Glancing over, I notice that she’s changed into what I assume are her PJs, a pair of black leggings and an over sized T-shirt. With the robe and the pulled back hair, it is clear that she is thinking mainly of bed right now, but her eyes light up upon spying the wine. Taking a sip and nodding towards the fire, she comments on the blaze and then asks if I’ve seen enough football for one day.

I toss her the remote and she finds some movie, some ‘chick flick’ with Sandra Bullock, and turns the volume down so we can talk. “I’m glad you came over, it’s so nice to get a chance to hang out not have to keep running to wait on other customers. Now I can just focus on you.” As we make small talk, she inches closer and closer n the couch, until we are both sitting sideways, one leg dangling over the edge, the other tucked beneath us.

Tucking a few errant hairs behind her ear, she takes a sip of wine and comments on how impressed she is with how I get along with her son, that it is important for any guy she’s gonna be involved with to be liked by him. As I look up confused, she leans in and gives me a quick kiss. Pulling back and staring into my eyes, “We are going to be involved, aren’t we?”

In way of response, I simply pull your lips to mine and kiss you again, tenderly to begin, growing deeper as we both realize the attraction is very mutual. I can feel her hands roaming my back as mine slip inside her robe, settling on her hips. Catching my breath, I ask where that came from.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the first night I worked and saw you at the bar, tonight just seemed like the perfect opportunity to move on my feelings.”

“Well I’m glad you did. I’ve felt the same way since that first night. Just never figured you’d actually be feeling the same, Bayan Escort Gaziantep what with the age difference and all.” Should mention here that while I am 37, knocking on the big 4-0 door, Carol is young, bubbly 24 year old. She could have any man she wanted, and for some reason, it seems she has picked me.

“Age doesn’t matter to me, you act younger than most guys my age, while still maintaining the maturity of your years. Plus, like I said, the most important restriction is how Lucas likes you. And he definitely likes you! And that makes two of us, so enough talking, kiss me again already, before I change my mind.”

Who am I to argue with a lady, especially a beautiful one practically sitting in my lap. Again I reach out and, running my fingertips over the soft skin of Carol’s cheek, pull her lips to mine. We kiss tenderly to start, but as our temperatures rise our kisses turn passionate, our tongues dancing back and forth.

Our hands start to roam, hers again to my back, mine pushing off her robe and slipping up under her Tee. She moans as I cup one of her 34B breast, my suspicions confirmed when I find no bra. Momentarily breaking our kiss, she pulls off my sweater and tosses it across the room with her robe.

Climbing back onto the couch, she moves up to straddle my lap. I lean in and kiss the side of her neck, reaching up and releasing her hair from its ponytail. I run my fingers through her long, curly hair as her hands wander over my chest. She suddenly reaches up, grabs my head and pulls me from her neck. My shirt quickly joins the growing pile of clothing on the floor and she begins kissing and licking my chest.

Taking my hands in hers, she pulls them onto my head and continues her exploration of my chest. Her lips find my right nipple and she gently kisses it, flicking it with her tongue as her hand pinches and plays with the left. Her other hand moves to my belt and begins to undo it. As I reach to again caress her, she stops what she’s doing and informs me that, for the time being, I should just lie back and enjoy, she’s in charge!

I know not to mess with a good thing, so I do as told. Both her hands are now pulling off my belt and, after undoing my jeans she reaches in and begins stroking my rapidly expanding cock. She moans into my chest and begins kissing her way down across my belly. Moving so that she is kneeling on the floor between my legs, she pulls down my jeans and boxers, releasing my throbbing prick.

As soon as it pops into view, she plants a gentle kiss right on the head. Looking up into my eyes, she runs her tongue all the way down to my balls and then back up, swirling it around the tip. My hands reflexively fly to stroke her face, my head thrown back, as she slips her lips over the crown of my cock, slowly taking the full length into her mouth.

Regaining my composure, I let her know that it’s not going to take much for me to blow, in that it has been a long time since I was with a woman. This must please her as she redoubles her efforts on my prick. All to soon, I am at the point of no return, and let her know that I am about to cum. She simply pulls back until just the head is still between her lips and strokes me until I shoot my load into her waiting mouth.

As I recover, she swallows my cum and follows it with a big sip of her wine. Before rejoining me on the couch, she removes the rest of her clothes, revealing an amazing body. Her legs, long and toned, joining at her sex, which is all but bare, just a small tuft of dark brown curls. Her breasts, while on the smallish side, are perfectly formed and tipped with nipples, small and erect like pencil erasers.

As she climbs up my body, I reach out, one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding around to grab her sweet ass, pulling her tight against me. Kissing me, she moans into my mouth as I roll the hard nipple of her right breast between my thumb and fingers. I place both hands on her ass urging her higher until her breasts are aligned with my mouth and take as much of the right one into my mouth as I can.

I slowly pull back until just the nipple is left between my lips and flick it with the tip of my tongue. Her hands on the back of my head encourage me to continue. Reaching up to pinch and tweak her left nipple, I gently bite the right. She moans again and I switch my attack.

I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy as she grinds it against my stomach, her hips rolling in the age-old rhythm. Taking this as my cue to move on, I slide a hand down over her ass, between her legs to find her moist slit. Running the very tips of my fingers along the lips, I feel her shudder as a mini orgasm rolls through her.

Knowing she is ready for more, I stand, picking her up in the process. Turning around, I lay her back on the sofa, taking her earlier position on the floor. Taking her right foot in my hands, I gently kiss and suck each toe before kissing my way, slowly, up her leg. As she waits for me to reach my destination, her hands are not idle. One moves to her breasts, gently teasing one nipple then the other, back and forth. The other glides across her taut stomach to settle between her legs.

I reach up and brush that hand away, moving it to her breasts with its partner. She reaches down and tries to speed up my progress up her leg, but I again place her hands back on her breasts. To placate her, I use one of my hands to gently stroke up and down her slick lips as I continue to kiss my way up her leg.

As I reach the apex, I focus my fingers on her hardened little bud, moving them in slow, soft circles. I take a deep breath, enjoying the musky scent of her arousal. Finally, I lean down and plant a kiss on her lower lips. I gently spread her thighs as I lick up and down the smooth, wet outer lips. Then, spreading them with my fingers, I repeated the journey on her inner lips, finally sucking her clitoris between my lips and flicking it with my tongue.

She can’t control her hands as the move to the back of my head, holding my mouth in place. I have no intention of moving from where I am, at least not until getting her off. I slide my tongue back down her lips and slip it as far into her pussy as it will reach, slowly tongue-fucking her, my thumb returning to her clit.

She is now grinding her pussy against my lips, so I decide to up the ante. Moving my mouth back up to her clit, licking across it with long, broad strokes, I slide first one, then two fingers into her tight passage. After several slow deep strokes, I turn them to curve upwards and apply gentle circular pressure to her G-spot.

Almost immediately, I feel her clamp down on my fingers, her hands pulling my mouth harder against her clit. Her head rocks back and forth, her hips thrust off the couch, but she still holds me in place. Again and again, she yells out my name as she rolls over the edge, her orgasm hitting her like a runaway train.

After what seems like hours, but can be no more than a minute or two, her vaginal muscles relax and she releases her grip on me. When I try to continue my oral ministrations, she pulls me up to her, explaining that after an orgasm that strong, she is much too sensitive for further contact.

We shift onto our sides, with her back to my stomach, my back against the sofa, and just lay there as she recovers. After several minutes of my gently caressing her arms and back, occasionally reaching around to cup a breast, kissing her neck and shoulders, she reaches back between us and takes my cock in hand. “Looks like your friend here is ready for a little more action, hmmm?”

I laugh at her playfulness, “Only if you are. He’s waited this long for some female company, a little longer won’t matter now.” She turns in my arms until she is on her back and pulls me above her. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she guides my manhood to the entrance of her pussy.

“Come on, let’s make your little pal happy, not that he’s all that little. Besides, I want to know how he feels inside me, filling me up.” How can I refuse an offer like that? I push gently forward until the head of my cock presses through her tight entrance. As I slowly push my full length into her, she first moans and then bites down on my shoulder to stifle a scream.

When I finally stop, with all 7 inches inside her, she takes a deep breath and whispers in my ear, “Oh my God, you feel so good inside me, I’ve never felt this full. Don’t move for a minute, just let me feel it.” Then she does something I’ve never felt before, clenching her vaginal muscles, creating a rippling sensation around my cock.

I mumble something about how amazing it feels, my head almost ready to explode from the extreme pleasure. “Mmmmmm, good,” she growls, “now I want you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”

Never one to disobey and order, I pull almost all the way out before slamming back in. Again, and again I ram my cock into her tight cunt, feeling it clench at me every time I withdraw. Her nails dig into my back as she tries to pull my deeper. “Come on, baby, fuck me harder, give it to me, all of it!”

Pulling out, I flip her over and pull her roughly to her knees. “You want it harder, huh baby, deeper?? Alrighty, let’s fuck then.” I take my cock in hand and line it back up, sliding into her doggie-style. There is no pretense this time, just straight up FUCKING. Hard and fast I give her what we both need.

Moaning out a “Yes, yes, yes” with every stroke of my cock, she reaches back and begins to rub her clit. I’m grunting with my efforts, thrusting, stabbing, filling her over and over. “Yeah baby, take my cock, take all of it!” I smack her ass, using her hips to pull her back harder onto my love gun.

“Fuck yes, oh God, oh God, give it to me, take me, FUCK me. I’m so close baby, I want you to cum with me. Can you do that for me baby?”

“Hell yeah, sweet Jesus, just let me know when you’re there. I can’t believe how tight your pussy is, God damn it!” Again a smack on her ass, then two quick ones back to back, an I return my hands to her hips.

As she gets nearer and nearer, she reaches back and takes my balls in her hand, tickling and pulling them. “Oh, Oh, Oh! YES! YES! YES! Now dammit, now! I’m cumming, OHHHHHH! YES! Do it, cum with me, fill me with your seed, I wanna feel you shot off inside my cunt!! NOW!”

With one last hard thrust, I pull you back against me and, buried to the hilt, let my orgasm hit. “ARRRRRRRGGHHHHH, AHHHHHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!! Take it, baby, take my load, take it all! ARRRRRGH, UNNNHHH!!”

Our orgasms are so strong neither of us can support ourselves any more and we both crumble to the couch, moaning and groaning in pleasure. I pull her into a tight embrace, holding her close, as the last waves of our orgasms pass through us, my prick still buried deep inside. I kiss her back and neck, stroking her arms, until she recovers enough to speak.

“Oh my God, that was the most amazing fuck of my life. I think you may have ruined me for any other guy. Guess I’ll just have to keep you happy so you’ never leave me, huh?”

“I don’t think you have much to worry about, darling. After what I’ve just been through, I can’t imagine making love to any woman but you. Well,” I add with a wink, “unless you were there, too.” And with that, we both fall asleep on the couch, our limbs intertwined, to dream what dreams may come.

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