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Errol Tarken returned to work on September 14, 2001, three days after Terrorists leveled the World Trade Towers. Power was disrupted for most of lower Manhattan and public transportation routes were redirected, making it nearly impossible for most businesses to open. When Errol finally got to the century old auction house where he worked, he found the Curator’s Library in darkness. Never, in his five year career with the brokerage firm, had he seen the chamber appear so ominous. A faint red glow, cast by exit signs, reflected strangely against the room’s enormous crystal chandeliers. Assistant Curator Tarken, who regularly worked alone in the firm’s cavernous warehouse spaces, could not have felt more uneasy. He rushed to his office, retrieving drafts for upcoming auction catalogs and packets of descriptive research, then hurried downstairs. The building was practically deserted and seemed especially empty in the aftermath of lower Manhattan turmoil.

Tarken hesitated when he spotted a shadowy figure leaning against a corridor wall, leading towards the darkened Receiving Department. At first glance, he thought an intruder had entered the building. Alerting Security was foremost in his thoughts. Studying the profile as he slowly approached, Tarken spotted a company identification badge, dangling from a neck lanyard.

“Good Morning, Sir,” a stressed young man uttered in weary tone. “Are the Curators working today?”

Errol stopped, abruptly. Clearly that young man was familiar with the staff and knew that Errol was a curator. Still, Errol had never seen such a sloppy employee working at the auction house. A closer inspection revealed he was wearing cargo style Kakis and a light blue Oxford button down, the firm’s designated uniform for male hourly workers. Errol noticed the stark contrast between the clean-cut, handsome young man pictured on the employee badge and the unkempt lad standing before him in severely wrinkled clothes. A whiff of perspiration suggested the fellow may have slept in his clothes—perhaps for days.

“I don’t think too many people will be working today,” Errol predicted, “I’m just picking up some notes so I can do my work from home.”

“You’re lucky you can do that,” came a sullen reply from behind a melancholy gaze.

Errol nodded, empathetically as he inched away. Then, suddenly he stopped, turned and read the name ADAM from his co-worker’s badge. Errol wondered if he were standing in Adam’s shoes, would anybody offer to help. He assumed the crisis had prevented the guy from getting home. There was probably nowhere else for him to go. Feeling obligated to do something, Errol offered, “Hey, Adam? I’ve got running water at my apartment. Do you want to come back and get cleaned up?”

Errol lived in a sixth floor, West Side, studio set in a distinctive pre-war brownstone. It was an unconventional space featuring an original fireplace, a galley kitchenette and a laundry in the bathroom. High ceilings and original dark woodwork offered the perfect setting for the Art Curator to showcase bold French Rococo design. Deep shades of red, gold and black dominated the reproduction furnishings and period patterned drapes. Walls were lined with framed Caravaggio oils, while bronze and ceramic sculpture filled every available niche. A stately Grandfather’s clock stood wedged behind the entry door, facing the leaded crystal windows framed atop an ornate, drop-leaf, Secretary Desk. If this collection were authentic, the ensemble would have been priceless. The position of Auction House Curator demands a particular talent for spotting forgeries and imitations. Every piece in Errol’s apartment is fake, yet they are very convincing renditions.

Adam was awestruck from the moment Errol unlocked the apartment. “You live here? This is really nice. I never would have thought an apartment could look like this!” In closer quarters, Adam smelled worse. Errol hurried to point out the stacked laundry unit, offer some soap, towels and even a fresh toothbrush; before giving his co-worker the benefit of bathroom privacy. From outside the bathroom, Errol heard the familiar gyrations of his washing machine accompanied by a prolonged rush of water from his shower head. Using the time to study his work notes, Errol became so deeply absorbed in research that he hadn’t heard Adam open the bathroom door. “I guess it’s OK if I just hang out in a towel,” Adam suggested, sheepishly. The auction house curator, tearing himself from a state of total concentration, cringed at the sight of buff contoured youth, standing as patient as a surfer on the sand. “Oh, um, no!” Errol spotted spiked damp hair. “Sorry!” Errol cleared his throat noticing toned narrow biceps. “I didn’t,” his words dissolved when a pair of small tight nipples peered in his direction. “I mean… I totally forgot your things were in the wash.” Nervously galloping from his ergonomic swivel chair, Errol rushed towards an open, modular closet unit, housing his neatly organized merter escort wardrobe.

The young man stood calmly clad in a bath towel with his toes touching the gold fringe of a vibrant Persian carpet, while Errol frantically unfurled a pair of blue tartan flannel sleep pants. Tripping over his own words, Errol was made visibly uncomfortable by the sight of a half-naked man, posed in his living room. Feeling guilty for not foreseeing this problem, Errol panicked and hastened to offer a remedy. “Here!” he announced, “you can wear these.” Things worsened when Adam released his waist towel and stepped, one leg at time, into the drawstring, loungewear bottoms. Errol gasped, for an instant his young co-worker was standing completely in the nude. Overwhelmed at the motions unfolding before him, it felt like an eternity before the elastic waist band was safely positioned by Adam’s navel. Errol’s pulse raced as he likened the shocking live image of boyish genitals to the sculpted statuary of Michael Angelo. Struggling to erase the impression from his mind, the auction house Curator found himself staring intrusively into the center of the milky white hairless surface of Adam’s bare chest. “Oh, no!” Errol muttered, forcing his eyes away from anything that looked like skin, bothered and consumed by an unrelenting emotional sensation. The man who made a living crafting specific, vivid, enticing descriptions of powerfully emotive artifacts, was paralyzed to understand this daunting erotic response. With his legs limbering like marshmallow, just reaching to select a fresh, folded T-shirt nearly caused him to topple. Unable to endure another second watching Adam wiggling to cover his narrow torso, Errol purposely propelled himself towards the kitchen counter. Anxious and practically hyperventilating, the apartment dweller steadied himself against the side of a full-length wall cabinet. Partially obscured from view, Errol became statuesque as he tried to understand what just happened.

Still traumatized by his unpredicted behavior, Errol labored to make some much needed coffee. Once anchored in the arm chairs flanking the darkened fireplace, Adam seemed starving as he devoured a second granola bar. Conversation proved elusive as both men were distracted by entirely different concerns. Errol thought the World Trade Center tragedy would be a safe, solid talk topic. Adam’s reaction indicated otherwise. He seemed genuinely stressed. Although, not nearly as stressed as his host dealing with the post shower drama. Merely mentioning the terrorist attacks disturbed Adam, as if he’d suffered a profound personal loss. Silence was an awkward choice but it was better than upsetting an invited guest.

“Can I tell you something that I can never tell anyone at work?”

Errol, known for his steadfast adherence to company policy, was stymied by the question but equally curious about the nature of an apparent secret. Since he had already seen the guy intimately naked, it seemed like a comparatively mild request to share something in confidence. Errol nodded, assuring Adam that their conversation would never be repeated at work. Shamefully, the Warehouse worker looked down towards his toenails. “I don’t actually have in an apartment. My parents divorced when I was midway through my freshmen year at a community college. They stopped paying my tuition and I got kicked out of the dorm. When I got hired for the warehouse job, I had a weird gig helping to clean out a vacant office building behind the World Trade Center. Guys without last names paid me in cash. As long as I helped clear the junk out of the building and nobody ever found out I was working there, they let me spend nights in a storage closet.” Errol listened in horror. He knew the young man was facing hardships but this experience sounded absolutely reckless. “There was a garden hose attached to the hot water spigot in the slop sink. I got really good at crouching in that big sink and washing myself off,” Adam affirmed. “I even had a washing machine,” he boasted before his expression dampened into a discouraged grimace. Touching a tear forming at the edge of his left eye, Adam sobbed, “All my stuff, even my clothes, were destroyed when debris from the plane crash toppled the old building. I really screwed up. I have no idea what to do.”

“What about your family?”

“They ditched me! I think my Mom still living out her dreams with a massage therapist in Fort Walton Beach. Dad took a job somewhere in Canada but never gave me his phone number.” While Errol had enjoyed a privileged upbringing, he also had a keen understanding of becoming disenfranchised from his own parents. After graduating from a private liberal arts college, the bank chairman’s son served a miserable summer internship deep in the ranks of his Dad’s bank. He worked with scores of simple morons who complained constantly while doing their rudimentary tasks. The bank abhorred creativity bağcılar escort while demanding conformity. When Errol refused to be defined by a mind-numbing, low paying career, his angered parents responded with an ultimatum. Their rebellious only child was quickly ostracized and later disinherited. Errol needn’t probe further to understand Adam’s predicament.

With the exception of sleeping in a vacant office building, Errol could relate to the daunting uncertainties of a young man, suddenly made homeless. Unlike Adam, the future curator followed his appreciation for the arts, answering a classified advertisement to be a live-in houseboy for SOHO gallery proprietor. He cleaned, cooked and did whatever personal favors his boss required in exchange for a bed. On weekends, he felt less like an indentured servant when offering flutes of Pinot Greggio to invited guests at exclusive gallery events. Suited in tuxedo pants and a black bow tie, mingling with affluent art buyers felt like the ultimate weekend reward. When the houseboy matured, his polish and sophistication supplanted unbridled innocence. Before being replaced by younger talent, his boss finagled a way for the dedicated art lover to understudy for an auction house curator. Getting paid for admiring great artwork would never happen at a bank.

Errol saw little point explaining the ugly details of his previous life. Adam was a bright kid who’d made a bad choice. He needed a friend, more than he needed a lecture. While Errol would have let Adam stay at his apartment for as long as necessary, there was something about himself that he needed to explain. Adam listened attentively. “There are many things I would never tell anyone at work. We all have personal lives and sometimes we have no good reason for sharing any of that stuff. It’s private.” Adam felt a great measure of relief when he realized that Errol really did understand. It was comforting to hear somebody put it into rational perspective. Somehow, Adam didn’t find his secret quite so shameful.

Errol had simply been thinking aloud – rationalizing – while reaching to disclose something else. Gesturing up to the wall paintings, Errol admitted, “Renaissance era curators spend lots of time studying male nudes. As much as possible, we have to put ourselves into the artist’s mindset in order to do our jobs. Some curators work from a completely abstract perspective while others become consumed in ways that could seem vulgar and perverted; nobody ever really knows what goes on inside our heads. If they did, I would get fired!”

Adam smiled. “It’s like in school, when they make guys shower together. None of us knew what other guys were thinking about. I guess, if we did, we might get freaked.”

“Listen, if you want to sleep here tonight, I think you deserve to know something about the man who is sleeping on the adjacent daybed.”

With mirrored expressions of uncertainty the two men were locked in silence. Adam’s left knee quivered rhythmically. Errol paused, worried that he may have already shared too much. Immersed in a whirlwind of private thoughts, Adam couldn’t figure out how to ask and Errol wasn’t certain what more he should tell. Neither man liked the unnatural quiet of that prolonged moment, yet neither uttered a syllable. They studied one another in their periphery, mutually absorbed by a quandary of indecision, consumed by their own reluctance to speak. Suddenly, both men flinched as the startling sound of a harsh buzzer, indicating the end of a laundry drying cycle, nearly caused Adam to tumble off his chair. Welcoming the interruption, Errol blurted, “Your clothes, they’re dry!”

For the next thirteen years the men continued to share the same apartment. Errol was promoted to Managing Curator for Renaissance Art while Adam expanded his warehouse role, becoming a technical expert for the firm’s prized inventory control system. They vowed to keep their work life separate from their home life, never divulging the living arrangement to co-workers. Keeping their distance and acting somewhat formal was an effective way to avoid speculation among the notoriously observant staff. Keeping the living arrangement secret was a choice more so than a requirement. Still, perception and gossip had consequences within the unusual ranks of their workplace.

One afternoon in May 2014, Errol was summoned to an unscheduled meeting in the firm’s Acquisitions Office. The Acquisitions Office was a mysterious locked section of the fourth floor and the only part of the building Errol had never seen. Practically everyone at the auction brokerage was part of the sales organization: curators vetted the artifacts, auctioneers hawked the merchandise and warehouse workers moved the goods. By contrast, nobody really knew what happened in the Acquisitions Office enclave. Considering that most of the brokered goods were consigned from their owners, nothing was ever being acquired. halkalı escort Popular rumors fueled the conspiracy theory that the Acquisitions Office was a front for mercenaries staging heists at European museums. That notion gained traction when a former navy intelligence officer, recruited to define corporate security protocols, began managing Acquisitions. Suspicions escalated when that same manager was elevated to esteemed and powerful role of Corporate Treasurer. Briskly moving towards the sealed doors of the Acquisitions Office, Errol carried a lined yellow notepad trying to imagine the purpose of his meeting. He thought of many things, none of them were good.

A sign on the rear wall of the entry vestibule read: POSITIVELY NO ADMITTANCE. A serious security guard, wearing a medium grey dress suit, was prepared for Errol’s arrival. At a firm that brokered some of most valuable artifacts in the world, Errol expected the Acquisitions Office to be as well appointed as an executive auctioneer’s office suite or the firm’s prized Curator’s Library. Instead, it looked rather shabby. Plain dull walls, worn Berber carpet and cheap laminate desks made a poor first impression. The space was devoid of technology. Desk phones were nearly old enough to become artifacts themselves. There was even a typewriter set on a free-standing table with paper that suggested it was still being used.

Errol was led into a narrow room at the extreme rear corner of the space. Exposed Cinderblock walls made it look like a janitor’s closet. A lone figure turned away from the window as Errol stepped behind a short, badly scuffed rectangular conference table. “Mr. Mushbreuger,” Errol acknowledged, recognizing the firm’s Corporate Treasurer, “you asked to see me, Sir?”

“Call me Herb, I retired from the Navy because too many people called me sir.” His greeting was punctuated by a painful handshake, released without breaking any bones. With a controlled push, the door latched closed but did not slam. “Sit,” the Treasurer commanded, as if speaking to his Bull Mastiff dog. Herb remained standing, taking the last gulp from a small can of tomato juice before tossing the container into a beige plastic bin, labeled: OFFICE PAPER ONLY. “I called you back here because this is the only spot in the whole damned building where we can have a truly private conversation.” That was an unsettling statement coming from a man hired to bolster corporate security. Herb was known for brief meetings that stayed on topic. This was no different. “What would you think about joining Acquisitions?”

Errol was blindsided by the question. He’d never thought about joining the Acquisitions Office. Remembering the organization’s unwritten postulate, when senior management offers you a job, there is only one answer, Errol chose his words carefully. “I’m a Managing Curator. I’ve always been part of the sales side of the house. I’ve assisted auctioneers in preparation for one day taking the gavel.”

“You don’t want be an auctioneer,” Herb insisted, “They’re all a bunch of condescending egomaniacs who take full credit for successful sales and blame others when they come up short. They’re charming entertainers who read from prepared scripts as if they are speaking from expertise. They tempt their audience with scarcity, making the winning bidders feel triumphant and the losers feel inadequate. You don’t want to compromise your integrity to become anything like them.”

Errol listened in horror. In the space of seconds, the auction house Treasurer had decimated the most valuable staff at the firm: Auctioneers! “I don’t understand,” Errol protested, “the auction staff is the reason we’re in business.”

“Well, that is a common misconception,” Herb explained, “consider the notion of an online auction where bids are tabulated by an application program. They sell everything from antiques to commercial real estate and they do it all without a guy in a rented tuxedo, holding a wooden hammer. Those days are coming to our business, faster than you think. I know that executive auctioneers presently earn more money than anyone else in this building and seem like they are indispensable. We will all witness that aspect of our industry change for good. Just look at Wall Street. Traders used to gather in auction pits and shout their bids, now it’s almost entirely automated.”

Errol stiffened as he listened in agony to a frightening perspective. “I suppose I don’t really have a choice but to take whatever job is being offered.”

“Not true,” Herb reassured, “Contrary to what you might hear whispered in the third floor hallways, we do make job offers, not ultimatums. Nobody is downstairs cleaning out your desk and security guards are not waiting to see if you to see if you should be escorted out the back door. That would be foolish.”

Errol wished he’d chosen different words. He was upset and confused and a bit fearful. While he wanted to be more open-minded, pre-conceived notions had taken control. “Look, I don’t want to sound disgruntled but I don’t even know what the Acquisitions Office does.”

“Well, I can assure you that your new job would not include repelling down the walls of Mediterranean Castles, waiting to board stealth helicopters with stolen paintings. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

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Maybe Tricia was not the most beautiful girl at the party, but she was very cute with an athletic body and a big set of tits that I would love to get my hands on. She had been on the girl’s basketball team all through high school and had that jockey, athletic attitude about her where she didn’t dress up a lot. But she definitely could have been in the running if she tried a little harder.

She was also the one girl there that was giving me a lot of attention. I got the feeling that she had a thing for me, although I’d never known her to have a boyfriend before, now that I was thinking of it. We were sitting on the couch sipping beers in the front room of a large house owned by somebody’s parents. I didn’t even know the kid throwing the party, he was in our graduating class but there had been like 1,500 students at graduation earlier that day! The house was crammed full of people and the party had broken out onto the back deck and into the yard. I remember thinking that it was just a matter of time until the police came to break it up. I had escape route all planned out.

I had come with a couple of my guy friends while Tricia I knew was there with her friend Megan. Megan was the real deal: tall, thin, blond, and beautiful. Tricia might have been cute, but something about Megan just made her my ultimate fantasy. She had perfect pale skin, bright blue eyes, and a great smile. Smaller tits, but hell that didn’t really matter. I was pretty sure she was also out of my league. Megan was nice but she also got around a bit, usually with the more popular guys. So I was settling for Tricia that night, I decided.

I had been drinking constantly since getting there and with all the beer plus a few shots had me feeling pretty buzzed. Getting drunk made me pretty energetic and bold. It also made me really horny. As I sat talking to Tricia, I put an arm around her and squeezed. She smiled and kind of leaned into me as if to show how comfortable she was with the idea. She seemed so innocent somehow, like a little girl, but she definitely had the body of an 18 year old!

As the night went on I kept getting bolder. As we talked about life, the universe and everything, my hand traveled up and down her thigh, wrapped around her waist, I even ran my fingers along her jaw, a feeling that seemed to really turn her on. I put my thumb under her lip as I held her face and she opened her mouth and closed her eyes as if waiting for a kiss to come. So I gave it to her. Both of our lips still seemed to have beer on them, making the kiss a moist one. I liked it a lot and was getting hornier by the second.

Tricia had been keeping up with when it came to drinking and was showing every sign if being drunker than she wanted to let on. Her speech was getting pretty lazy and she kept acting like she was ready for a nap. I think that if I’d let her, she would have put her head on my lap and fell asleep. I on the other hand was feeling more and more awake and ready for some action.

My big break came when the couple on the other couch who had been making out for what seemed like hours got up and made a show of walking up the stairs hand in hand to look for some privacy. It was well known amongst us that these high school parties had been all about getting someone to go into one of the bedrooms with you, that wasn’t going to stop now!

“Let’s go up stairs”, I said.

“mmm…all right” was her answer.

And I too made a bit of a show of leading my “date” up the big front staircase to the sound of a few of my buds calling out and whistling.

I found a doorway that wasn’t quite shut in the upstairs hall and opened it to find an empty bedroom. It looked like it belonged to a young girl and had a small bed in it with a flowery bedspread and a brass headboard. Tricia sat down on the bed and suddenly looked kind of nervous. I wasn’t sure whether to turn the light switch off or not but then decided that I wanted to see everything if she’d let me. I was pretty proud of my body and certainly wasn’t shy about showing it off, given the chance. She was watching me as if waiting to see what would happen next.

I walked over and started kissing her. A moment into it she was much more relaxed and let me push her aksaray escort back onto her back so that we were in the missionary position on the bed. Soon we were kissing passionately and I started to subtlety dry hump her, my hard dick was pressing against the fly of my jeans like it wanted to bust out and get her. It felt good as I mashed it into her crotch over and over and my tongue roamed her mouth and my hands explored her hips, ass, and back. She had smooth skin and a firm body.

God, I wanted to rip her clothes off, suck those tits right off her chest, and then fuck her hard until she begged me to stop! Although Tricia seemed to be enjoying the feeling of my hard cock up against her pussy, she also didn’t appear to be in any hurry to touch me back or to take any of her clothes off. I was definitely leading this dance. So I wondered…would she let me get my hands on those tits?

It was sly the way I spent some time with my hand under her shirt seemingly content just to feel the bare skin of her hip and stomach for several minutes. It almost seemed natural for my hand to move a little farther up past her rib cage and grab hold of a bra-covered breast. If anything it was even bigger than I thought, more than a handful, and felt wonderful. God yes, I held onto that thing like it might get away.

Our kisses had become pretty passionate. I have to hand it to Tricia, she was a great kisser and she seemed to love having her lips on mine. Every time I stopped to take a breath, she was reaching for another kiss. If she didn’t let me breathe, I was going to pass out! At least she didn’t seem to object to me groping her.

After about five minutes of feeling her tits from under her shirt but over her bra, I was ready for new frontiers. I clumsily reached for the snap of her jeans and she finally stopped me by lightly swatting my hands away and reaching in for a deeper kiss as if to say, “let’s just do THIS.”

I pulled away for a second and must have had a pretty disappointed look on my face.

“I’ve never had sex before” she admitted to me suddenly as if proclaiming her virginity would clear everything up.

“Do you want to?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t even have a condom. Do you?”

“No” I replied.

She tried to hide the look of relief on her face. I didn’t want the night to be over so I went back to kissing her and gave her a good dry hump, much more obvious and harder than before, hoping to make her as horny as I as and to let her know that I was still thinking about fucking.

We kissed for a good while and my mouth took turns exploring the sides of her neck and the top of her shoulders, as far as I could get with her shirt still on. This did finally elicit some moans from her and she had started to hump back against me as though she too were sorry we weren’t naked so I could be balls-deep inside her. As she got hotter, so did I, and my hands started to roam more and more.

I went to unsnap her bra but as much as I was hoping to do it casually as though it wasn’t a big deal, it was a real bitch to get the whole thing unsnapped. There must have been four different parts to unfasten back there and the bottom few were a lot tighter somehow!

Finally they gave way and took the opportunity to bring my hands back up front and feel under that bra for the best sensation in the world: Tricia’s huge tits bare and free in my hands! I rubbed the nipples with my thumbs to get them hard and squeezed her breasts over and over.

Fuck Yeah. And the kissing went on.

I was enjoying it but there was only so much a guy could take! I decided to try again.

“I need to cum” I said breathlessly.

“Yeah? Should I leave for like ten minutes?” she asked jokingly. We both laughed nervously.

“Have you ever given a blowjob?”

“No.”

I got up from the bed and peeled my shoes off and then pulled down my jeans, kicking them aside so I was just in my boxers and t-shirt. My cock was making a serious dent in my boxers and pointed right at her as though leading the way back into bed.

We layed down like we had been before and resumed making out but this time I put Tricia’s hand in mine and bahçelievler escort guided it to the hardness of my cock and squeezed her hand around it. She didn’t object at all, but she also didn’t grab hold of it herself or squeezed it any harder than what I was doing with the manipulation of her hand. I retreated just far enough to get to the top of my boxers and then guided her hand inside moving it once more to my cock. This time I could feel the warmth and smoothness of her skin as her hand touched my dick for the first time. I had her cup my balls for a moment to let her get a good feel of them and then guided her to rubbing my cock up and down. The problem was that with me doing all of the work it was less of a hand job than it was just me jerking off with her hand! Still, I gave it a good go for a few minutes.

I let go leaving her hand in my boxers and gave her a long passionate kiss. About thirty seconds into it she pulled her hand away leaving us back to where we started though.

I sighed much louder than I needed to.

“I’m sorry”, she said. “I wouldn’t know what to do…”

“There’s nothing you need to know. You just keep rubbing it like you were doing and I’ll help you along.”

But as we kissed, she didn’t make a move back to my cock again. She definitely wasn’t sure about taking the lead or showing any initiative when it came to sex. Where did this girl come from that she’d never watched porn? I’d never eaten pussy but I was certain that if I got her panties off and her legs spread I’d be able to give it a good try! I guessed it was different being a girl. She probably never even masturbated. Still, she was her and seemed like she was definitely up for something.

I couldn’t say no to those tits and Tricia actually sat up a little to help out when I grabbed her shirt and pulled it and her bra up over her head. They looked as good as they felt. Young, perky tits that seemed to want to point straight up. They were big but didn’t fall down flat when she was on her back. I stuck a one in my mouth and sucked it for all it was worth, first trying to get as much as I could in my mouth, then concentrating on the areola and nipple. I didn’t want to make the other one jealous so I switched places and hungrily sucked that one too. To this day I don’t think I’ve had a better set of tits. They really where perfect.

And they were beyond big enough to tit fuck.

While I continued to play her tits, I slid my boxers down and off with one of my hands and then sat up so that I was straddling her waist, my hard dick pointing out hard at her. It was a little over seven inches and plenty thick. I had my pubic hair trimmed back short and my abs were flat. The effect made my cock look huge. Tricia just stared at it saying nothing for a few moments and I softly took her hand and guided it to my shaft, rubbing it like I had before.

Watching this innocent girl rub my hard cock as though she were half afraid of it turned me on. She was so cute.

I leaned forward and kissed her hard on the lips. The tip of my cock, beyond our hands, rubbed against her belly.

I made sure that when I sat back up again I moved up her body so I was over her stomach now. Our hands where still rubbing my cock in unison and everything seemed to be pointed at her tits. To me anyway. I went for it.

I moved up again so that my dick was right above her tits and then grabbed and pushed it between them, and humped back and forth a few times so she could she what I was up to. Then I grabbed her hands from off my hips and showed her how I wanted her to mash her tits together so they formed a tunnel over my cock.

Finally! I was in heaven as I started to fuck her tits, my hard cock moving between those smooth pillows of skin. It wasn’t quite a pussy, but it felt damn good! I started slow and tried to make it last as long as possible but within minutes was speeding up. I put my hands over hers and started to really punish those tits, squeezing them hard while fucking as hard as I could. My thighs were pushing the bottoms of her breasts upward so now on the top of my stroke my dick was practically reaching for her chin.

Suddenly güngören escort the door opened and Megan walked in on us!

I doubt I would have heard any knocking at this point, but something told me that Megan wasn’t trying real hard to be heard, if she bothered to knock at all. She just strolled on in and did a good job of looking shocked at what she saw! I stopped fucking Tricia’s tits and stared back at her as she stopped and looked right at my cock nestled between her best friend’s breasts.

“What are you doing!” she exclaimed in a high-pitched squeal, feigning innocence.

Tricia thrust her head backwards on the mattress as if to hide her face by looking as far away as possible. I thought Megan would leave the room as quickly as she entered it but she didn’t seem to be in a hurry and clearly wasn’t as shocked as she let on.

“That’s not right at all,” she said as if correcting a child’s arithmetic. I sat there upright in REAL shock as Megan grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed it under her friend’s head so that Tricia’s face was now pushed forward, her lips only inches from the head of my dick.

Instinctively, I moved forward to try to bridge that gap and didn’t quite make it.

But I tried again and again, resuming the titty fuck in earnest. On about the fourth or fifth stroke, my cock brushed her lips and combination of the feeling and me watching was incredible. And then I heard Megan’s voice again. Had I forgotten she was in the room already?

“Open your mouth sweetie”

And she did!

The next time my dick went up, it went right into her sweet cherry of a mouth!

The second time she thought to close her lips around it momentarily.

“Get it as wet as you can.” Megan’s voice called out again.

Suddenly Tricia was practically gushing saliva on my dick each time I fucked upward into her waiting mouth. The wetness then smeared down to her tits around my cock, making it feel that much more like a vagina.

I couldn’t believe it: Megan was standing there watching me tittyfuck Tricia and calling out directions like her personal cheerleader!

And Man, did Megan look hot that night too. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to look at more: the sight of Megan watching us in fascination, or the sight of my wet dick sliding between Tricia’s tits and into her open mouth! I don’t know how I didn’t cum right then and there but I was able to pick up the pace and really go for it, fucking those titties with wild abandon.

And then finally it happened, I felt that familiar sensation of my cum rushing up from out of my balls and up into the air. Jets spurted out and landed all over Tricia’s face, dripping down her chin. It shot so fast I couldn’t see where it all landed but a big spurt made it up onto the headboard.

Then it seemed like almost instantly I was soft and it was all over. Megan gave me a devilish grin and then turned around and walked out of the room. Her work there was done. All my energy drained out of me and I felt as though I could pass out right there. I rolled off Tricia onto the bed beside her. Finally free, she jumped up and found a towel to wipe her face off with before throwing her shirt back on and running down the hall to the bathroom.

It seemed like she was gone for a good while but I knew she had to return because her bra was still lying on the floor. When she came back in, I was half asleep in the bed. She stood over me for a second before kissing me on the cheek and saying “I have to go home tonight” and them walked back out of the room again. I guess she didn’t like to cuddle after a messy facial…

I rested for a few minutes, or maybe hours, but then got up, put my clothes back on and went downstairs. I left the wad of cum on the headboard.

I didn’t hear anything from Tricia the next day and I realized that she didn’t even have my phone number. A few days later I ran into Megan at the mall where she worked as a cashier. It wasn’t awkward at all. She acted as though watching two people titty fuck was something she did every week.

“Well I knew I’d have to encourage her some way”, she said. “Tricia has no idea what to do.”

“Yeah, I sort of got that.”

“Well you got pretty far without my help, about a month ago Brad Simon pulled his dick out in front of her and she got up and left!”

“Oh? Where you there to?” I asked laughing.

“No, but she told me about it.”

“Well maybe you can teach her about blowjobs next” I said.

Megan just chuckled and said off handedly, “yeah the three of us should get together again.”

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One month.

Chris nodded absent-mindedly as he pretended to understand what Imogen was talking about the entire time their having dinner. He tried focusing, really did, but thoughts of a certain brunette with hymen issues kept on insinuating inside his head. And the unanswered question of why in the hell did a whole month pass without Sam ever mentioning their agreement?

Did she change her mind? Or did she find someone else to break her hymen? Chris scowled at the thought. No fuckin’ way! They made an agreement, no one but him will do the deed. If Samantha Elizabeth Morris approached either Tim, Brian or Rudy behind his back all hell will break loose. And three men will be unemployed by tomorrow morning.

“Hey, you look absolutely angry just now. Are you okay?”

Or did Sam get back together with Stuart? Fuck! That sonofabitch-

“Hello, earth to Chris. Come in Chris…”

Snapping to attention, he forced a smile at Imogen who minutes before they walked inside this restaurant gave him a masterful blowjob in the car. Imogen, his supermodel girlfriend who bragged on a man’s magazine how fantastic their sex life was and called him an energizer bunny for his tremendous staying power. Chris gritted his teeth behind the fake smile. So how in the hell could Sam choose Stuart over him? “Sorry. My mind wandered a little.”

“Am I boring you?”

He shook his head. “That will never happen.”

“I know,” Imogen agreed then smiled seductively at him, “You love my mouth so much.”

An almost smile appeared in Chris’ face hearing the naughty comment. How many men would kill to be in his shoes right now, dating a gorgeous supermodel that has an extremely talented mouth? His friends had been envious as hell. Imogen was a hot topic in every single poker night he attended ever since they hooked up. Even Sam would gush about Imogen…

“Oh look who just came in with a date! Sam!”

Sam?

“I thought you said she broke up with that man?” Imogen wondered aloud, still looking at the restaurant’s entrance in avid interest.

Whipping his head around to see, Chris was met by a vision of Sam and Stuart walking with a waiter towards the table a few feet away from theirs. “She did.”

“Well, from the looks of it, they must have gotten back together,” his girlfriend said with a small laugh, “The funny looking man cannot take his eyes off Sam. I cannot blame him though, she looks great! This is the first time I see your roommate wear a dress that short.”

Too short, Chris decided frowning at the expanse of well-shaped legs shown to perfection by the black off-the-shoulder dress Sam was wearing. Not only did it enhance her long-legged frame, the dress also managed to show off Sam’s perfect complexion. And oh yeah, all her curves that won’t quit were displayed too. “Mona must have been the one to pick it for her. Sam would never buy a dress like that. She had a long-standing commitment to jeans and t-shirts.”

“Kudos to this Mona person then,” Imogen çapa escort cheerfully replied, “if not for her, I would never know Sam had that size breasts. I always thought she was flat-chested.”

The dress did mold the aforementioned twins in full glory. Chris narrowed his eyes in disgust. Way to seduce a moron ex-boyfriend, he thought sarcastically, show off your 36-C tits. The sonofabitch looked like he cannot wait for dinner to end….

“Hey, Sam just smiled at us. She finally saw us.”

Chris deliberately turned his back and faced Imogen. “Want to leave?”

“We still haven’t eaten dessert yet.” Pause. “And you just snubbed Sam.”

“I did not snub anybody.”

“Yes, you did. She was smiling at us and I was waving at her while you turned your back and did not acknowledge her at all. Sam actually looked surprise. What’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” he said with a shrug, “She would want an uninterrupted date. So I’m backing off.”

Imogen did not look convince at all but tactfully let his explanation slide. The subject could have ended smoothly if not for Sam materializing behind him a few seconds later demanding why.

“Hey jerk, did you not see me over there?” the brunette inquired sitting unceremoniously at the available chair beside him then turned to wink at Imogen, “Hi gorgeous.”

“Hi Sam, you looked gorgeous yourself tonight.”

“I attended a writer’s shindig a couple of hours ago which required me to dress up. Problem was I totally forgot about it and had to borrow one of Mona’s. Then it must have been my lucky day because lo and behold when I arrived at the party I discovered that my cheater ex was a friend of a colleague of mine,” Sam rolled her eyes, “On top of that my ride, Mona, disappeared to God knows where and this colleague of mine who I will never, ever see again much else consider a colleague after this mishap decided to play cupid and almost physically forced me to accept a ride home care of cheater ex. So I had no choice but to accept. Forget politeness though, cheater ex just insisted to have dinner together and bringing me here was the last straw. I am leaving. That is if you could give me a ride. Or just accompany me until I am safely inside a taxi.” She discreetly glanced at the table she left to supposedly say hi to Chris and sighed in relief to see Stuart holding the menu and talking to the waiter.

Imogen was about to reply when her cell phone rang. She answered the phone, leaving Sam and Chris a few minutes to themselves.

“Try saying no for a change.”

Sam reached for Chris’ glass of left-over wine and took a sip. “I did. He just won’t listen.”

“Make him,” he snapped.

“My, my, my…. Is it the time of the month again? Bare you’re teeth a little then howl to complete the effect,” Sam suggested, totally unfazed by his show of temper.

Across the table Imogen chuckled and shook her head at them while Chris, in spite of his present mood, could not stop fatih escort a genuine smile from coming out of his face. He glanced to see Stuart staring at their table then turned to face Sam. “Lover boy’s finished with the menu and now eating you up with his eyes.”

“Ick.”

He grinned. “That was not even a word.”

“But it thoroughly described my feelings so…ick.”

Imogen put back the phone inside her purse then turned to look apologetically at Chris. “That was Edward, my agent. I had to go meet him and some client at his office to discuss some changes in my contract. The client will leave for Paris afterwards so it had to be done. I’m sorry to bail out on you like this.”

“It’s okay, I understand. Breakfast tomorrow still on right?”

“Of course,” the model confirmed then stood up, “I’ll take a cab if you don’t mind. I am really in a hurry. And oh, before I forget…” a loud slap in his right cheek caught Chris by surprise while Sam’s jaw dropped in shock. People nearby gave them a curious look, Stuart included.

In a loud and clear enough voice for cheater ex to hear, Imogen said. “How could you two do this to me? I trusted you both! You do not deserve any tears at all! Fine, be together! I hope you will have a nice life!” Then left them with head held high like a queen.

Roommates exchanged dumbfounded looks then Sam automatically burst into “guilty” tears to continue the charade. “Take me home Chris. I felt so bad hurting Imogen.” Sniff. Sniff.

Not trusting himself to talk, Chris escorted a tearful (and sniffing) Sam outside the restaurant, passing a confused Stuart along the way. When they were safely inside his car they both burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, I love Imogen! She’s brilliant!” Sam exclaimed giggling, “And your face when she slapped you, classic!”

Chris chuckled. “I must hand it to you though; I never thought you could cry automatically. And such ugly crying face too.”

Sam bowed her head, still smiling. “Thanks. I’m a natural am I?”

“Stuart looked really confused back there. Like he did not know what hit him or something.”

Repetitive knocking on the tinted car window of the driver’s side made Sam swallow whatever answer she was going to say. “Oh my god, Stuart.”

Chris sighed then turned to look at her. “We better give him proof that we are indeed lovers. Come here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I am you’re chosen hymen breaker, stop giving me suspicious looks. Come here.”

“Why?”

“Sam…..”

“Answer me first. Why?”

Sigh. “You have an insistent ex knocking on the car’s window of the man he believed to be your new boyfriend. We could have left immediately but we’re still here. So the only plausible reason was because we’re making out. So COME HERE.” Pulling Sam closer to him, Chris leaned down to give her a kiss. Sam looked completely horrified and turned her head the last minute so the kiss landed on her left cheek instead. fındıkzade escort “Why did you do that?” he hissed glaring at her.

“I…I’m nervous,” Sam admitted swallowing hard, “I…umm…I don’t know how to kiss.”

DUH. “Just relax Sam. All you have to do is to relax your mouth and let me in.”

Nervous blinking. “Y-you mean you’re going to… to…French kiss me? But… but….”

Chris quickly swooped down and touch her lips with his while Sam was still busy with her buts. The original plan was just soft, butterfly kisses. A couple of licks and flicks here and there just to leave a mark for appearances sake. A mild taste of Sam so to speak.

Easier said than done though.

Firstly, Sam had the softest lips. The kind that would drive anyone crazy enough to want more than skin touching skin. The kind that invites soft, gentle bites. And the right amount of suction pressure. So he did. Licked Sam’s full lower lip once. Twice. Thrice. The upper lip received the same attention then he laved the outer line of her lips with his tongue before sucking the lower lip fully.

Secondly, Sam had the most enthusiastic tongue. For someone scared to French kiss, her tongue acted the opposite. It was everywhere. Flicking on his lips, touching his own tongue tentatively at first but became bolder in no time. She even blatantly invited him to deepen the kiss by opening her mouth wider and offering the goodies inside. In no time they were sucking at each other’s tongue and licking at each other’s mouths like there’s no tomorrow. And she’s doing that like a pro too. They were swallowing each other’s saliva like it’s from one and the same source. Hot.

Thirdly, Sam was loud. It should have turned him off but it did the opposite. He got so aroused hearing her moans and groans that anyone within hearing distance could easily mistake them to be fucking like rabbits instead of kissing. A great fuck at that. And he was not helping either. His moans and groans could shatter glass truth be told. If kissing Sam would be this wonderful, then what on earth will it be like doing the whole deed with her? One thing is sure, there is no way in hell he’ll wait for another month to break Sam’s hymen after this. No fucking way. Chris gently leaned back and smiled a little at the still-dazed brunette he just kissed senseless minutes ago. Mussed hair, lips red and swollen, and blushing cheeks…perfect. He opened the window and scowled at Stuart whose eyes went straight to the woman beside him. “What do you want?”

Seeing Sam looked like she was thoroughly devoured, Stuart swallowed audibly, blinked then leave without any comment whatsoever. Satisfied, Chris closed the window again and turned to see her looking at him. Unsmilingly. He cleared his throat. Uh-oh. “Sam-.”

“Wow,” Sam gushed in awe, “French kissing is quite messy but…. really nice. More than nice actually….heavenly. Yes, heavenly.”

He merely watched her, relieved that Sam did not end up hating him. Or worst, resorted to describing him as ICK.

Sam sat up then smiled at Chris before fastening her seatbelt. “Let’s go home. I am terribly sleepy.”

Sleepy. Chris shook his head slightly as he started the engine. He got hard as a pole because of that kiss, aroused out of his mind. And good old Sam got sleepy. Great. So fucking great.

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Hannah had wanted Nic for a long time. Whenever she saw him, her mind would wander to the naughty things she wanted to do to him. To Nic, Hannah would just be another notch on his bedpost. He was a complete stud. Everyone wanted him, even the boys (not only the gay ones, especially people like Ben.W he had wanted Nic in his gay oral world for a long time, now more than ever. But now Nic is with Hannah, so Ben had no chance). On this particular day, Nic was looking even more sexy than usual, and Hannah had noticed this. She had decided to lure him back to her house after school.

The last lesson of the day was French, and the class had been given homework. Hannah saw this as an opportunity to get Nic into bed, so she went to speak to him:

“Nic, I don’t think I’ll be able to do the French homework on my own, it’s too hard. Will you come to my house with me after school and help me with it please?”

While asking Nic, she made sure to stick her bountiful chest out as far as it would go (very far).

“Sure baby, I’m up for any extra-curricular beşiktaş escort activity. But only if we can do it naked.”

Hannah giggled loudly to Nic’s sexual innuendo.

As Hannah and Nic left the main entrance of the school, Nic reached behind her and gave her tight arse a squeeze. Hannah jumped and squealed a little, giving Nic a cheeky grin.

When they arrived at Hannah’s front door, Hannah reached into her pocket to get her keys out.

“Let me do that for you baby.”

Nic placed his hand into Hannah’s trouser pocket, his fingers searching for her keys while sliding along her quivering thigh.

Hannah gasped and let out a groan.

Once they had got into the house, Hannah led Nic up to her room.

“My family have all gone out; they won’t be back for hours.”

“That gives me a lot of time to see how good you are at doing real homework.” Nic replied.

Hannah closed her bedroom door, and threw her school bag into the corner. She immediately etiler escort went on to take off her jumper.

“It’s really hot in here, Nic. Here, let me take your shirt off for you.”

Hannah did so, and stood gazing at his amazingly manly chest.

“How about we go and sit on the bed, Hannah?”

Hannah sauntered over to the bed, showing Nic her sexy curvy figure.

“You are too fit for words…”

And with that, Nic took all of his clothes off and laid Hannah down on the bed. Sliding her trousers off, he revealed her sexy firm legs and an ass that just cried out to be touched. Now he went on to lift off her grey polo shirt and then her bra. Nic stared at Hannah’s large juicy tits, probably some of the best in the school.

Nic didn’t have to do anything more; Hannah took off all of her kinky blue and white string thong and stood in front of Nic, her sexy slim figure shining with feminine beauty.

Nic couldn’t help himself. He grabbed her around the waist and pushed beyoğlu escort her back onto the bed, where they embraced and began getting off with each other in a passionate rage.

Now it was Hannah’s turn to shine. She pushed Nic underneath her and straddled his long member, feeling it vibrate inside of her. Nic went with the flow, pushing his hips and large cock right inside her.

Hannah loved it, she was bouncing up and down and screaming by now. She was loving every minute of it, and she wanted more.

They had been going at it for at least 10 minutes by now, and Nic was going to cum his hot fresh cream inside of her. 5 seconds passed by and… BANG! In went the cream, and Hannah immediately responded to this by going into her own orgasm. She screamed so loud, I think even the neighbours heard and she had when the next door neighbours had been having their own private love affair. She loved the fact that Nic Mortimer was inside her minge.

After about 5 minutes of just laying with each other, gasping for breath after their passionate sex session, Nic decided it was time to go. He slid out of her, and put on his clothes.

“We’ll have to do this again, Hannah.”

“Yeah, we will.”

Nic went over to her and sucked both her nipples. She squealed with excitement.

“I love doing French homework,” Nic said, as he walked out of Hannah’s house.

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(Thanks to Drewau for editing. Comments and feedback always welcome and appreciated. As with most of my stories, it is advised to read the previous chapters for context.)

*****

It had been three months since Tom and Nicci had starting having sex, and now they did it every day. Quite often multiple times a day. They had gotten lucky the first time and while Nicci didn’t get pregnant, they decided they needed to be more careful.

They had discussed what birth control to use. They thought about condoms, but the idea of some rubber thing inside of her creeped Nicci out, and Tom didn’t really want anything between him and her.

For similar reason they chose not to use diaphrams either. They thought about trying to get better at pulling out. But a quick Google search told them that wasn’t really that effective. Not to mention they never did think very clearly in the heat of the moment.

They really liked the idea of birth control pills. The only problem was that Nicci’s dad paid her health insurance. If he started getting bills for that in the mail, he would start asking a lot of questions. Google ended up being quite helpful again in this problem after they read that birth control could help regulate her cycle as well as clear up acne.

Tom was surprised how quickly and easily Nicci came up with her plan. She would call her dad stressed out and crying. She would complain that school was stressing her out so much, that it was “affecting her body.” She would play coy and finally give in at her father’s request for her to confide in him.

She would tell him that her cycle was all messed up because of the stress. Then she would tentatively broach the topic that one of her friends recommended a certain pill to her that could help with that. She would make sure to use the scientific name in the hopes that her dad wouldn’t know that. She would throw in that it could help with her acne too.

In the end, she didn’t even need the acne bit. As with most guys, her dad got super uncomfortable when she mentioned her period and was willing to do anything to move the conversation along. Including buying birth control pills for his daughter so that she could continue humping the cute neighbor boy like animals in heat.

As the two finished up what was likely their hundredth time, Nicci climbed out of bed and headed for the door. Tom enjoyed the tease of seeing Nicci’s exquisite butt, bare back, and brief glimpses of side boob. He thought it was funny that he knew every square inch of her body at this point, but it was still really hot to be teased like this.

“Where are you going? It’s 10:30 at night.” Tom asked.

“I’ve got to do some laundry.”

“Can’t you do that tomorrow?”

Nicci leaned into the door frame and used her arms as a cushion. Doing this kept the tease alive as Tom could only see sideboob still. He knew she did it on purpose to tease him. “I’m already on my third use of all my clothes. I’m not going to my 7 a.m. class smelling like sweat.”

Tom sighed. He knew she was right. He honestly needed to do a load himself. He had a little more time though, as his class started at ten. Nicci continued with a flirtatious smile. “You could join me, and we could have some fun in the laundry room.”

The thought aroused Tom, but there was no way he was doing that. “I don’t think I’m to the point that I could have sex in a public place yet.”

“Yet?” Nicci teased. Tom stuttered as he tried to correct his statement. Nicci simply smiled, leaned over, and kissed him. Tom couldn’t help but give Nicci’s nipple a playful pinch. “Stop it. You’re going to get me hot again and I really don’t have time.”

Nicci skipped out of the room to the bathroom. They kept their laundry baskets in the towel closet for easy access. She looked through the gross pile of clothes and tried to find the least foul thing available. She ended up not having any underwear clean enough that didn’t make her shudder.

Nicci was already a little hot from the teasing in the bedroom. Not to mention, her sex drive seemed to be insatiable. Sex with Tom was great. But he could typically only go two or three times before he needed to rest. And, while he gave her about double the amount of orgasms than she gave him, she always wanted more. There were even a few times she played with herself while watching Tom sleep.

All that being said, the thought of going down to the laundry room sans underwear turned her on even more. She had a quick moral battle with herself, before deciding that she would be fine. But then kurtköy escort she had to figure out what to wear. She was faced with the same issue. Most everything was too dirty to mess with.

She had one option that felt too crazy to her old ‘good virgin’ persona. She had an oversized workout shirt. It used to be one of Tom’s t-shirts, but then it got a hole in the side. Nicci cut nearly the entire side body of the shirt out and typically wore a sports bra underneath. Even that was a bit risque for her. She felt like a slut wearing something like that to the apartments fitness center. Wearing it now, without a sports bra underneath was utterly insane.

It left her sides completely exposed. You could see plenty of sideboob with it on, and if she ever leaned even slightly forward, someone beside her could see her nipples She did another quick mental risk calculation, and thought that she would be fine considering it was so late.

Her shorts, while revealing, were nothing even close to what was going on with her shirt. The grey sleep shorts ended right at the start of her legs in the front. In the back you could just start to see the southernmost portion of her fleshy butt. But that mattered little as they rode up her butt just enough to tease the shape and crack.

They were absolutely sleep shorts, not deemed for public wear. Well, at least they were until recently when they forsook bed clothes altogether. It was much easier to have sex if you were nude. Nicci recalled a night where she woke Tom up already bouncing up and down on her nude body. She actually got wet just thinking about it. She dabbed the moisture away from her slit with some toilet paper and threw the clothes on.

As expected, the laundry room was empty. What was unexpected was how the walk through the parking garage was the coldest and hottest walk of her life. It was chillier than she had expected, and she wasn’t wearing much. That didn’t matter much as she was so turned on by the thrill of someone possibly seeing her, that she was quite flushed.

She was also quite perky now as her shirt revealed. Nicci was surprised by how much of an exhibitionist she was at heart. It took all her willpower to not masturbate right then and there. The only problem she was noticing was that her shorts were now visibly wet. She couldn’t sit there in wet shorts, not in this weather. Not to mention what if someone came in and saw them.

At least those were the justifications Nicci used to strip off her shorts and throw them in the machine. She started it up and sat on her washer. Her shirt was long enough that she could stretch it beneath her butt, giving the illusion that she might just be wearing really short shorts.

All of this made Nicci even more horny. The vibrations of the washer beneath her didn’t hurt either. She was very quickly losing control. This much erotic stimulus was hard to walk away from, and she spread her legs a little and pushed the front tail of the shirt against her moist pussy. She had intended to stabilize the vibration and calm herself down.

What she actually did was start rubbing herself through her shirt. Her eyes closed and she couldn’t help but picture Tom rubbing her. She didn’t last long and she orgasmed so hard that she fell over onto the adjacent washer.

She quickly stood up and decided to walk around. Get away from the vibrations. She paced back and forth twice before realizing that, standing, her shirt left her butt and pussy completely exposed. Nicci sat back down on the washer and wondered why there were no other seats in the room.

Nicci noticed the TV hanging from the ceiling in front of her. She quickly grabbed the remote and sat back down. If she could just distract herself, she’d be fine, she thought.

Nicci flipped on the TV and started watching whatever movie was on, vaguely surprised they had cable in the laundry. She hadn’t seen much, as they never had cable in the house growing up.

She watched as a couple were talking about something. It was his birthday or something. Another woman entered and started talking to them. The guy gets a goofy grin on his face as the girls have a mischievous twinkle in their eyes. The next thing Nicci knows, they are pulling their clothes off and kissing each other.

Nicci was stunned by this. Not just the sex and nudity on cable, but by the idea of having another woman join the couple for sex. With her extremely sheltered upbringing, she had no idea sex could be a team sport. She was so turned on by this and terrified beykoz escort someone would walk in and catch her watching it.

Nicci couldn’t help but picturing her and Tom with another woman. She leaned back, supporting her with with her hands on the washer behind her. Her legs parted naturally and she slipped into her own imagination. Her eyes were closed now. A marching band could have gone through the room and she wouldn’t have noticed.

All she could focus on was this fantasy. She felt Tom gently part her legs. She felt his breath chill her as it blew on her juices smeared against her pussy. Then his tongue. Oh that tongue. She could never get enough of that tongue. And he was especially good tonight.

Nicci was squirming and squirting in under a minute. She kept her eyes closed as she savored the moments afterward. Then something happened that made her open her eyes. A mouth wrapped around her breast and a tongue was toying with her nipple.

This felt way too real to still be a fantasy. She opened her eyes and saw a punk rock looking chick with her mouth around her breast. The woman had short pink hair, rings in her left eyebrow, nose, and many in her ears. Nicci could see a tattoo covering the woman’s left shoulder.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Nicci clamped her hands over her mouth immediately. She had never used language like that before. There was only one curse that was considered worse in her house growing up.

“What? I can taste your juice but not your milk?”

Nicci suddenly felt violated. No wonder Tom’s mouth felt so real in her fantasy, she had been actually eaten out by this woman. Nicci pushed her slight panic aside at the idea that she might be a lesbian because of this, to ask more pertinant questions.

“Who are you, and why are your molesting me with your mouth?”

The woman pulled her mouth off the tit, smiled and extended a hand. “Hi, I’m Mary Ann. And I was just helping a girl out. You had your legs so far apart that that Hagrid could have gotten in. So I thought that was an open invitation.”

Nicci was speechless. She suddenly knew how Tom felt when she kept pressuring him to do more. It was in that moment that she decided that she didn’t want to be that prudish or hard to convince.

“Take off your clothes.” Nicci surprised herself by her own words.

Mary Ann smiled and obliged her new friend. She stood and pulled off her Korn T-shirt, revealing an amazing set of tits. They were the size of small watermelons with bright pink areolas and nipples the size of dimes that jutted out nearly an inch.

Nicci stretched out a hand that told her to stop. She wanted a closer look without being distracted by other body parts. She slid off the washer and tentatively reached out toward them. She felt stupid being so shy around breasts. Nicci had them, she had seen plenty of her friends tits while they were changing. She had even touched her friends once when they were comparing them.

But this time was different. She was seeing them as Tom must see them. As these gloriously erotic orbs. Nicci’s hand froze an inch from touching them and she glanced up asking permission with her eyes. Mary Ann smiled at her sheepishness. “It’s ok. They’ve been twisted by much rougher hands than yours.”

The image that conjured up made a little bit of her juices leak down her leg. But she was invested at this point. She reached out and touched Mary Ann’s breasts with both hands. Nicci had heard the term ladyboner before, if such a thing was possible, she had one now. She squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh in her hands.

Nicci began to haltingly bring her mouth closer and closer to a nipple. She looked up into Mary’s eyes for permission. Mary Ann said, “You have to learn to be more aggressive with what you want. Most women aren’t going to serve up their tits on a platter for you like this.”

Nicci took a breast into her mouth and sucked. The feeling was so familiar and erotic at the same time. She pinched the other nipple between her thumb and pointer finger. That got a reaction out of the rocker chick. She moaned and twisted in her short shorts.

Mary Ann began to unbutton her shorts, but Nicci stopped her. She was attempting to be more assertive, like Mary Ann said. “Let me.”

So, Mary Ann held her hands up in surrender. Nicci knelt down and brought her shaking hands up to the woman’s waistline. She unfastened the button and unbearably slowly lowered the zipper.

“Boy, you know how to tease a girl.” Mary Ann üsküdar escort said as her hands slid up her rib cage and started playing with her own nipples.

“Sorry, I’m new to this.”

“To women, or sex in general.” Mary joked. The embarrassed look on Nicci’s face told her everything. “Oh, I’m sorry, take as much time as you need.”

Nicci noded subtly and hooked her fingers into the woman’s waistline. She pulled down slowly and saw she was wearing black cotton panties with a tiny pink heart on the crotch. Nicci nervously touched the cloth and felt the ridges of her pussy lips beneath.

She looked up and asked, “Can I see the back, please?”

“If you ask that nicely, I’ll let you perform a proctological exam.” The crude joke startled Nicci and she blushed. “Sorry, not everyone gets my crass sense of humor.”

Mary Ann turned slowly as if not to startle a deer. Her panties had a ridge line up the middle in the back that framed her butt beautifully. Nicci gently poked the little bit of a cheek that was sticking out of the bottom. The poke became a caress, and the caress became a squeeze.

Then Nicci got really adventurous and let her fingers slide up under the panties and grope the entire cheeks. Mary Ann moaned again. “I’m not used to women being so gentle with me.”

Nicci couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so she said nothing. She pulled her hands out and then reached up for the hemline. She repeated the same hook and pull method she used with the shorts. Inch by inch the pale tan lines of Mary Ann’s cheeks came into view.

When they were finally revealed, the small round orbs were nearly as hot as her breasts. Nicci lost herself for a moment and kissed a cheek. Then she open mouth kissed the cheek.

“As much as I like sloppy wet kisses, unless your going to start tonguing my hole, I’m not getting much out of this.”

Nicci recoiled in disgust. “I could never do that. That’s where… You know, stuff comes out.”

Mary Ann laughed and turned. “I get that. How about this hole then?”

Nicci stared at the thin bare slit, the little nub of the clit just barely poking out. It was wet, and Nicci felt a little proud that she had caused that. “I think I can try. But how do I do this?”

“Imagine you are french kissing a sideways mouth.” The description made Nicci laugh, but it made sense. She stuck her tongue out and touched the woman’s clit with the tip of her tongue. Mary Ann gasped and said, “That’s it, take your time.”

Nicci swirled her tongue around the little nub and Mary whispered “You’ve got some talent there.” as her knees went wobbly.

Nicci ran her tongue down the length of her slit and then back up again. Mary’s entire body was shaking now. “I hope you’re thirsty, because you’re about to get a mouthful of juice.”

The thought made Nicci’s own juices began to flow. Her hand went to her own nubbin as she slid her tongue inside this woman’s slit. She was surprised by how much she liked the taste. Mary Ann had to plant a hand on the washer behind her for stability.

“K…keep…keep going.” She managed to stutter out. So, Nicci did. She took the woman’s advice and began kissing it like it was a mouth. Very quickly she had juices running down her chin and neck.

Mary Ann was flexing her hips into Nicci’s face. She hit a point when she

couldn’t rely on the amatuer to do everything right. So she grabbed the back of Nicci’s head and shoved her face hard into her pussy, and ground her crotch hard into the virgin nose and mouth.

Mary Ann was screaming in pleasure as Nicci moaned from teasing her own clit. The vibrations from her moaning drove Mary Ann up the wall. Seconds later Nicci looked like she had just gotten out of the shower. Her head was drenched, as was the floor beneath her from her own juices.

It was about that time that Tom came too. He had decided to do some laundry and keep Nicci company. He walked in about the time that Nicci was pulling Mary Ann’s shirt off. That sight gave him pause, her sucking on the huge breasts kept him curious to see what else happened. When Mary Ann’s shorts came off, so did Tom’s.

From that moment on, he had been masturbating from around the corner of the washers. He came in the dark crevice behind the machine. He was about to put himself away and figure out a way to let Nicci know he was on his way so that he didn’t walk in on this.

He felt ashamed that he watched, and even more masturbated to, the really taboo scene before him. He imagined Nicci would feel even more ashamed if she were caught in the act. Truth be told though, he was hornier now than when he walked in and saw them.

He was about to call Nicci’s cell phone to let her know he was coming down, when he heard three words that kept him from pushing send. “So, what’s next?”

To be continued.

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The full moon shined down on the canal, bits and pieces of its light reflected from the waves brought on by the evening breeze. Karlia Genovesi looked back up the marble stairway to her father’s palazzo she had just descended. She made sure that she was not followed, her bed packed with pillows to imitate her sleeping form, and the second decanter of brandy she got from her father’s cook she gave to her nurse had been enough to leave the poor woman snoring loudly, as she crept out of her room. The sound of chirping crickets were the only sounds she heard while the rest of the palazzo slept as she made her way outside and down to the side of the canal. She did her best to wait patiently, looking over the water and straining her ears to hear the sound of her lover’s approaching gondola.

She first saw him at mass two Sundays before, as she was sitting in her family’s pew, after receiving communion. Her father was one of the richest men in Venice and paid well for a pew near the front of the cathedral San Pietro de Castilo. This assured him that they where they were among the first to receive communion each week and afterwards they would wait, her father impatiently, while all the other parishioners filed to the front to receive their wine and host. Karlia would often spend the time people watching, observing the other parishioners as they waited in line to receive their communion. That was when she first saw him. She was taken by his beauty immediately. His long curly, blonde hair cascading down his muscular shoulders straining against the material of his shirt and his angelic face drew her attention, and led her to wonder who this handsome young man was with his fair hair that set him apart from all of the other men receiving communion.

The next week she secretly wrote him a letter and carried it to church hidden in the folds of her dress hoping that she would see him again. Throughout the service she waited nervously only to feel a surge of relief as she saw him waiting in line for communion again. She was not sure, but she thought that he smiled at her as he passed her family’s pew. After mass, as she filed past the pew where he was standing, waiting to exit the church, she discretely as she could, dropped the envelope with the letter at his feet. In the letter she told him how she had seen him the week before, likening him to an angel fallen from the heavens, and how she wanted to meet him. This brazen advance, something a girl of her position would normally not dream of making, had been prompted by her father’s recent plotting to marry her off to Vinchenzo Nunzio, the son of one of his main rivals. He felt that the marriage would smooth the way to a merger of the business interests of the Genovesi and Nunzio families. Vinchenzo was hideous in Karlia’s opinion. Short in stature, he was hunched over due to a birth defect and his dark complexion did nothing to improve his looks. The thought of marriage to him was abhorrent to Karlia, and the thought of eloping with this handsome man seemed as if it may be a salvation from what her father intended.

In the letter she also told him about a chink in the garden wall at the back of her family’s palazzo, telling him that if he was interested he could slip her letters through it. The next day she woke early and snuck out of her room, careful not to disturb her still sleeping nurse, and went down to the garden at the back of her family’s palazzo. Looking at the wall at the edge of the garden she found a letter that had been slid into the crack. Hardly believing her luck she slid the letter out and read it.

Dearest Karlia,

I was amazed to get your letter. For weeks I have watched you spellbound by your beauty and I dared not approach you, fearing your rejection. But when you dropped your letter at my feet my heart jumped. What could you want of me, I wondered. Reading your letter I was thrilled that you shared my feelings. Now my heart beats only for you and I long to be with you. I have dreamed of the joy your company would bring to me and hope that we may be together soon.

-Enrico

She kurtköy escort was thrilled when she read this letter and was careful to hide it from her nurse and family, reading it over and over again in secret. Awaking early each day of the next week, she snuck down to the garden and retrieved a new letter, left during the night, from the crack in the wall. Each day the letters seemed to grow more confused and desperate as Enrico begged her for an assignation, telling her that he would take her away to his villa and they could enjoy a midnight supper. Although willing to give in to his advances almost immediately, she played coy and after a week of reading his missives she agreed to meet him, leaving a note that she would secretly meet him on the canal Friday night at midnight.

Impatient for his arrival she was down at the canal side almost half an hour before midnight. She spent her time pacing up and down the short walkway at the canal side waiting what seemed like an eternity for Enrico to make his appearance. She stopped her pacing when cathedral bells struck midnight and as the pall of the bells faded she heard the sound of an approaching gondola breaking the water. She looked down the canal and in the moonlight saw a gondola approaching. As the gondola came to the quay side where she stood she saw that it was empty save for the gondolier.

“Where is Enrico,” she called out to the gondolier.

“Singnorina, my employer has told me to collect you and bring you to his villa. That is all I know. Come aboard and I will take you to him.”

She could feel her heart beat harder as she stepped aboard the gondola. The mystery of the unoccupied gondola thrilled her and thinking that he had his own villa raised her hopes that maybe he was rich, rich enough to afford his own villa, and maybe rich enough to win her father’s approval. She was near swooning as the gondolier paddled down the canal. It seemed to take forever until the gondola pulled to the side of the canal. As the gondolier secured the boat to the landing, she jumped out of the boat and ran up the stairs leading away from the canal, the skirt of her dress flying in the air as she ran. When she reached the top of the stairs she saw the villa, its white walls resplendent in the moonlight. She quickly crossed the courtyard, its pavement surrounded by arbors and lit by torches posted into the ground.

She approached the front door of the villa, painted a deep red, and knocked. She only had to wait few seconds and the door opened to reveal an older man, clothed in dark red livery.

“Ah Signorina Karlia, master Enrico will join you in the dining room. Please follow me.”

She followed right behind the servant as he led her into the villa. The door opened into a luxurious sitting room with many red velvet covered couches. As she crossed it she took a moment to take in the sculpture and paintings on display, marveling at the good taste she thought they showed. He must really be rich to afford such fine art she thought. The servant led on to the dining room which was lit with candles both in sconces on the walls and candlesticks on the table. She sat down in the seat that the man pulled out for her at the side of the table. The table was impeccably set with sparkling silver and ivory white china.

“Master Enrico will join you in a minute,” said the man before he bowed, walked around the table, and disappeared into a doorway. Karlia looked around the room as she waited. Just like the sitting room the walls of the dining room were coved with art, which consisted mostly of landscape paintings showing the Italian countryside, all remarkably well done, she thought.

She was still looking at the paintings when Enrico walked into the dining room. He was dressed in a black suit, with a white shirt and tie, his long blond hair vibrant against the black background of his jacket. He sat down across the table from Karlia.

“Thank you for coming, my dear,” he said, smiling at her. “Welcome to my beykoz escort villa. Please make yourself at home.”

“I am so happy to be here, with you,” she said. As she spoke, his servant began serving dinner setting bowls of soup in front of both of them. Karlia picked up her soup spoon and tried the soup. It was delicious she thought, a chicken and vegetable soup flavored with rosemary and garlic.

As they ate their soup, Karlia asked him, “What is your business? You must be very successful to be in this lovely villa.”

“Thank you,” he responded. “I am a trader or at least I was. I did very well and am retired now. I sold my interest in the business to my partners and have retired here to Venice.”

Karlia was surprised that someone so young would be retired, because he did not appear to be older than forty. He must be very rich to retire so early, she thought.

Trying to make conversation she asked, “Where are you from if you’re not from Venice?”

“From Napoli,” he said. “I ran my business out of Napoli, but, uh, traded with ships throughout the Mediterranean.” She failed to notice the somewhat ironic tone of his answer.

After the soup bowls were removed Enrico’s servant brought the main course, slices of prime rib with potatoes and carrots. They started eating and as they ate they talked, Enrico asking her questions about her father and his business. She told him what she knew, which was not much. While they ate Enrico’s servant remained by the side of the table, continually filling their wine glasses whenever they got empty and by the end of the meal, having little experience with drinking more than one glass of wine, she was quite intoxicated.

After they finished their meal and the servant was clearing their dishes, Enrico invited Karlia into the sitting room for a glass of brandy. Karlia accepted and unsteady on her feet followed him into the sitting room, where a huge fire was now blazing in the fireplace. They sat down on a pair of deep chairs facing a small table and Enrico’s servant brought in a tray with two glasses of brandy and placed it on the table in front of them.

“Here you go, my dear,” said Enrico handing her a glass off of the tray.

She took a sip of the brandy and swallowed. It was very fruity tasting and she was surprised how smooth it was, not burning her throat as she swallowed. She took another swallow and marveled at how warm and comfortable it made her feel. By now she was very inebriated and as she went to put the glass back down on the table she let it go an inch or so above the table and the glass fell to the marble table top with a clank.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Good,” she said, not really sure what to say, but not wanting to reveal how drunk she was.

He took a sip of his brandy and looked across the table at her, as if judging her. “You seem to be a proper young woman, but that’s just a charade you put on so your papa won’t punish you.”

Affronted, she complained, “I am a good girl.”

“If you were, you wouldn’t be here.”

She wanted to protest, but no words came to her. She knew he was right; she would not be here if she was the young woman that she pretended to be for her nurse and parents.

Without another word he got up out of his chair and stood over her. Reaching down he grabbed her arm and lifted her out of the chair. Still holding her up, with his other hand he grabbed the collar of her dress and ripped the fabric, exposing her corset. She started to protest, but her words came out of her mouth slurred and unintelligible. Smiling at his power over her he inserted his hand under her corset, loosened it and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. With her breasts exposed, he ran his fingers over her nipples and pinched them. They responded to his attention by getting instantly hard. She was stunned in open-mouthed silence as waves of pleasure seemed to shoot down her spine in response to his pinching her nipples.

“Looks like you aren’t such a proper üsküdar escort little girl are you?” he asked. With his hand he ripped her dress open and let it drop down to her ankles. Then he pulled her corset down till it was around her ankles and wrapped around her feet, so she could not move them apart. Next, with an evil smile, he slid his finger in under elastic waistband of her underwear, fingering her virgin cunt. “No, you are nice and wet, no way for a proper Venetian girl to be.” She was surprised at the wetness she had not noticed when he pulled his hand out of her underwear and the wet fabric rubbed back against her skin. Where did that come from, she wondered.

He pulled down her underwear and pushed her back over the arm of the chair, spreading her legs, still pinned together at the ankles with her, now ruined corset. Holding her steady he opened his trousers and pulled out his cock, already fully engorged. She was amazed at the size of it. Although she had seen pictures, erotic drawings that she had hidden away from her nurse and parents, this was the first real cock she had ever seen. She was surprised how enormous it looked, at least ten inches long. Guiding it with his hand he slid it into her pussy. She cried out at the pain as her hymen broke, but that only drove him on. Soon he was fucking her hard, slamming his member into her, shoving her ass down into the arm of the chair.

After a few seconds the pain subsided and she felt something else as he continued to ram his cock into her, the feeling of pleasure deep in her loins. She could hear his breathing getting faster and her breathing seemed to be rising up to match his. Then a faint moan escaped from her mouth, and it she continued moaning as she felt the pleasure of his penetration as he continued to fuck her.

“No you aren’t a proper girl, are you?” he asked in raised voice, his rod still pounding in to her. “Really you’re just like one of the whores who sell their bodies in the Rialto, or at least you will be when I am finished with you.”

“No, no, no, I’m not a whore,” she cried.

“But, you moan like one,” he replied, his excitement seeming to increase the rate of his penetration. As he continued she felt something building up in her loins. The waves of pleasure that permeated her crotch seemed to be building to a crescendo, and then all of a sudden the waves broke free from their barrier, like a rogue wave, cresting over a breakwater and flooding her body. She felt him respond with a moan, his cock disgorging his seed into her canal.

There was silence between them as his cock spumed into her. After a moment, her body leveled off she felt him slide his cock out of her. He stood over her pulling his still shiny and slightly red tinged cock back into his trousers. Karlia was speechless as he regarded her.

“I’m glad that you enjoyed that,” he said.

“I did?” she said almost asking herself, after a moment when she finally gathered her wits.

He looked to the clock on the wall over the fireplace. “It will soon be dawn. Go back to the canal. I left instructions for the gondolier that brought you here to wait so that he could take you home. You should go now, before you are missed.”

“But, when will I see you again?”

“Soon, don’t worry my dear. I’ll see you soon.” He bowed over her and placed a lingering kiss on her lips, his tongue sliding in to her unsuspecting mouth. When he had finished, she pulled up her underwear and gathered her torn dress and corset about her. Bowing her head she backed out of the room, only turning to see his liveried servant holding the door to the courtyard open for her. She blushed in shame wondering if he had watched his master take her virginity. She crossed the courtyard quickly and as he had promised the gondola was waiting to take her back to her father’s palazzo.

She heard the bird calls of the approaching morning as she snuck back into her room. She disposed of the torn dress and blood stained underwear in the back of her closet, got into her sleeping gown and slid into bed, just in time to hear the first cock crow announcing the arrival of day. As she closed her eyes she tried for feign sleep she realized that she would have to hide the absence of underwear from her nurse when she dressed. But she dismissed this thought as she waited for her nurse to wake her, in favor of dreaming of her handsome new lover.

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This story is not true, is just a fantasy of mine. It is based on a family I knew growing up. It is a fantasy of what could have been.

*****

I was 18 years old finishing up my junior year in high school. I was sexually active on the pill with no steady boyfriend. With summer approaching I befriended Scott Fredrick. He was in my class, new to our school in the winter semester. His family moved into a big house in our neighborhood that had a pool. I will admit I befriended him hoping to get to use his pool over the summer.

Scott is a nice kid, a little on the nerdy side right about 6′ tall with a thin build. It wasn’t hard to get him interested as he didn’t have many friends. I invited him to sit at the lunch table with me and my friends. My plan worked well. Two weeks before school was out Scott invited me and couple of friends over to use the pool.

We had a great time, I flirted with Scott and as importantly I met his parents. Michael Fredrick was his dad. Mr. Fredrick was not like his son, tall 6′ 2″. He was good looking with a hot body. His wife Mary was not Scott’s mother. Scott’s mom had been killed in a car accident while Scott was still pretty young. Mary was about 10 years younger than her husband and very good looking. She was blonde with a great figure. I was convinced that her breasts were augmented.

I worked hard at getting to know Scott’s parent’s; figuring if they liked me the pool would be open to me all summer. They both seemed to eat up my flattery. By the end of the day I had them inviting just me over the next weekend to use the pool with them. I even overheard Mr. Fredrick tell Scott that he should ask me out because I was hot.

Scott didn’t ask me out but did invite me back to swim the next weekend and stay for dinner with his parents. I thought that was Scott’s way of asking me out as he was too scared to ask me on a date.

The next weekend was a nice day of swimming and tanning. Mrs. Fredrick came out and tanned next to me for a while. She told me without me asking that she had breast implants put in when she was 21. I told her that I felt very small next to her. She told that while my tits were not big; they were perfect for my size.

I felt very comfortable Scott and his parents. It was easy to tell they were in love and very affectionate. My parents would never kiss in front of me let alone someone they just met. His parents kissed several times that day and not just pecks on the cheek.

At the end of the night Scott’s dad was urging Scott to walk me home; I knew he wanted to try to get a kiss or more. I was curious if he would get the nerve to try to kiss me.

As we walked and talked I could tell Scott was nervous. We got to the door and Scott chickened out. He told me thanks for coming to his house and good night. He started walk away, so I grabbed him pulling him back to me. I put my lips to his holding him tight. I wasn’t sure but I thought it might have been Scott’s first kiss. I was just going to give him a quick kiss, then send him on his way. My thought that this was his first kiss changed my mind.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Scott responded with his tongue playing with mine. We made out for a good five minutes. I finally broke the kiss telling Scott I need to go in. Scott mumbled something clearly shaken by his first make out session. I smiled when I saw the tent in his shorts. I was curious if he would tell his dad that we kissed.

With the that last week of school filled with finals I didn’t see Scott much that week. As school was ending Scott found me telling me that his parents were having a pool party that weekend. His parents wanted him to invite me.

The party was mostly adults but still was fun. There was a lot of drinking and both Mr. and Mrs. Fredrick offered me wine and beer. I turned them down wanting to keep a good reputation with them. The adults were getting pretty drunk when Scott asked me if I wanted to see his room. I knew what he really wanted was to kiss me again. I wondered if he would chicken out like last time.

I closed the door behind us after we came in his room. Scott had a surprised look on his face when I sat on his bed and told him to sit next to me. We had awkward small talk till I came out and asked him, “Was that your first time kissing a girl last weekend?”

“Was it that bad?” Scott asked embarrassed.

“No, not at all. I’m just waiting for you to try again. We are all alone,” I said as Scott leaned into me to kissed me. Scott and I made out for over a half hour. I waited for Scott to grab my tits or reach between my legs but he kept his arms around me not doing anything. I finally pushed Scott back on the bed rolling on top of him. I held him tight rubbing my crotch against his. His cock was rock hard pushing against me in his shorts. We both moaned as we were dry humping.

Scott grunted “Oh shit!” The Oh Shit was for two reasons. Scott had just cum in his shorts but the bigger ‘Oh Shit’ was his mom walked in the room.

“Sorry, just göztepe escort keep doing what you’re doing,” Mrs. Fredrick said backing out of the door.

“Oh Shit,” Scott said again. “I’m in trouble now.”

“I doubt it; I get the feeling that your parents are not going to be mad that we made out. Go clean that mess up, I need to be going. Maybe we can do it again next weekend,” I said patting his wet spot on his shorts.

“Shit, mom and I are going on a college visit next weekend,” Scott said going into his bathroom.

Scott’s parents met us at the door to tell me goodbye. I could tell they were drunk but they both had a goofy grin on their faces. “Don’t take too long walking Taylor home Scott,” Mr. Fredrick laughed. “They are going to be gone next weekend but if you want to use the pool feel free to come over.”

Mrs. Fredrick hit her husband, “you just want to see her hot ass in that bikini again.”

As Scott and I walk off to my house I heard Mr. Fredrick say to his wife, “With her ass, do you blame me.”

Next Saturday rolled around and it was a beautiful day. It would be a great day to be laying out by the pool. I remembered what Mr. Fredrick said about coming over to use the pool. At first I thought he was just drunk and didn’t mean it, but then I thought what the hell. I put on my bikini then shorts and a t-shirt. I grabbed my pool bag and headed to the Fredrick’s.

Mr. Fredrick seemed surprised to see me but enthusiastically invited me in. I headed to the pool jumping in before relaxing in the chaise lounge chair. After about an hour in the sun I hear noise behind me. It was Mr. Fredrick trying not to startle me. “Do you mind if I join you?” he asked.

“Of course not, it is your pool,” I said as Mr. Fredrick jumped in the pool.

As Mr. Fredrick got out of the pool I couldn’t help but notice his nice body. He was taller and bigger than his son. Mr. Fredrick laid a towel out in the chair next to me.

I rolled onto my back and said, “Before you sit down, can you put lotion on my back.”

“Sure,” Mr. Fredrick said startled.

He put some lotion on his hands and gently rubbing on my shoulders and back. “Make sure you rub it in good, so I get an even tan.” With that cue, he rubbed harder onto my back and shoulders. “You have strong hands; that feels good. Hang on a second,” I said reaching behind me untying my bikini top. “This way I won’t have a tan line, if that’s okay.”

“I would hate for you to get a tan line.” Mr. Fredrick said with a chuckle.

“Don’t forget the backs of my legs.” I said spreading my legs some.

“Oh how could I forget your legs?” Mr. Fredrick said rubbing up and down my legs. I hiked my bikini bottom up so he could put lotion on the bottom part of my ass. “You want me to put lotion up that high?”

“I don’t want to burn there.” I said know that he was getting excited.

Mr. Fredrick rubbed my ass getting very close to my pussy never touching it. I could feel myself getting wet as he rubbed. He stopped and sat in his chair. “I think I got it.” He said trying to hide the hard-on in his trunks.

We both settled in calming down from the lotion rubbing.

About 5:30 I gathered up my things and told Mr. Fredrick I should get on home that I had imposed on him enough for the day.

Mr. Fredrick spoke up before I put on my shorts and t-shirt. “I could order some pizza.”

I felt it would be bad manners to turn him down so I agreed and put my stuff back down. I thought about putting my shorts on but I remembered what he said to his wife about my ass. He let me use his pool so I would let him look at my ass. Plus I had to admit to myself that liked that he was admiring my body.

Mr. Fredrick had a couple of beers at the pool and a couple more while we ate pizza. After we ate Mr. Fredrick was getting more touchy feely as we talked. I started feeling awkward sitting on their couch in a bikini talk with Mr. Fredrick. “I should probably put my shorts and t-shirt on.” I said.

“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I have to say you made this old man’s day letting me rub lotion on you. You have a spectacular body.” Mr. Fredrick said reaching out to my arm.

“You’re not old, you’re in great shape.” I turned around showing him my body.

“So has my son been enjoying that great body of yours?” Mr. Fredrick asked rubbing my arm and shoulder.

“Not the way you’re thinking, it was hard enough to get him to kiss me. I was starting to wonder if he was your son or adopted,” I said.

“He has a lot of his mother in him, she was very shy. You and he haven’t done it? But Mary said she walked in you on top of him.” Mr. Fredrick said.

“No, we both still had our clothes on. I think he did cum from us dry humping.” I covered my mouth embarrassed I said that about his son. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that about your son.”

“You’re telling me my son didn’t try to grab those wonderful tits?” He asked.

I pushed my chest out towards Mr. bostancı escort Fredrick, “Come on next to your wife’s breasts mine are tiny and no he didn’t even make a move toward them.”

Mr. Fredrick reached out his hands out to bikini covered breasts. He squeezed them gently looking me in the eyes. “These are perfect; I don’t know how my son could keep his hands off of them.”

His strong hands felt great on my tits. “You don’t seem to be able keep your hands off them,” I moaned.

“You don’t seem to be complaining,” He said squeezing my tits over my bikini top.

I took a step back reaching behind me untying my bikini top. My top fell to the floor. I stepped back giving him access to my naked tits. “Wow, your tits are fantastic, may I kiss them?” I just nodded as Mr. Fredrick put his lips to my nipples.

Mr. Fredrick sat on the couch sucking on my tits. With his lips on my nipples I felt his hands slip hands slip around behind me. He grabbed my butt cheeks squeezing them still kissing my nipples. I groaned loudly when his fingers slipped between my thighs, running across my slit. My groan seemed to be the invitation Mr. Fredrick needed. He picked me up sitting me down on the couch. I watched as my bikini bottom slid to the floor.

Mr. Fredrick pushed my legs apart and slipped his tongue into my pussy. His talented tongue had me squirming and moaning. “Yes Yes Mr. Fredrick, make me cum.” I moaned. I could feel my orgasm building with Mr. Fredrick finger fucking me along with his tongue. “Fuck yes, I’m cumming.” I called out grabbing onto the couch.

Still out of breath I asked Mr. Fredrick if I could use their phone. With a puzzled look he handed me the cordless phone. “Mom, it’s me. I’m going to sleep over at Katie’s if that’s alright. We spent the day at the Fredrick’s pool and we are worn out. We’re going to bed soon. Thanks mom.”

I handed the phone back to Mr. Fredrick. “I guess I’m going to bed somewhere other than home tonight. I can go to Katie’s unless you have something else in mind.” I said standing there naked.

Mr. Fredrick stood up scooping me into his arms, “Mary’s spot in the bed is open if you want me to put you to bed now.”

I kissed Mr. Fredrick on the cheek. “I’m very ready for you to put me to bed.” Mr. Fredrick carried me down the hall to their king size bed. He stood next to me by the bed taking off his t-shirt then his swim trunks. “Oh my God, Mr. Fredrick you’re huge.” I said reaching out to stroke his cock. “Can I taste you?”

“I can’t wait for you to taste me and please call me Mike.” I pulled myself to the edge of the bed kissing the tip of his cock. I kissed and licked his shaft and balls then settled in to start sucking his cock. He was thicker and longer than any cock I had. I gagged a couple of times before getting into a good rhythm of sucking. All the boys I had been with before would have cum by then but Mr. Fredrick was going strong.

I rolled on to my back spreading my legs. “My mouth is getting tired and I really want to feel that big cock inside me.”

“I can’t argue with that.” Mr. Fredrick said reached in the night stand pulling out a condom.

“You can use that if you need to, but I’m on the pill,” I said.

“I will leave it up to you sweetie.” He said.

I looked up at him standing there with the condom package in his hand. “Mike, fuck me and cum in my pussy. Just go slow, my pussy hasn’t had anything that big in it.”

Mr. Fredrick positioned himself over me kissing me passionately before rubbing his cock over my pussy entrance. “I will go as slow as you want. I’m assuming the way you sucked my cock, this is not your first time.”

“No, I’m not a virgin. Oh God, that feels good,” I said as his cockhead pushed between my pussy lips. Mr. Fredrick slowly worked his cock in and out of my pussy pushing it further in with each stroke. I couldn’t believe how quickly my pussy adjusted to the big cock inside me. Mr. Fredrick sensed my comfort with his cock and quickened his pace fucking me.

“Yes, Yes, fuck me hard.” I was feeling another orgasm bubbling up inside me. I grunted loudly as I came for the second time.

Mr. Fredrick stopped his motion then kissed me once I calmed down. “Was that good for you?” He asked.

“That was great, are you going to fill my puddy with your cum now?” I asked out of breath.

Mr. Fredrick didn’t answer; he just started pounding my pussy. It felt so good I didn’t want it to stop but I could tell he was getting close to cumming. Mr. Fredrick suddenly stopped the pounding and grunted loudly. I could feel his fluid filling my pussy. He jerked a few more times then collapsed on top of me.

I lay in Mr. Fredrick’s arms without either of us saying a word for twenty minutes. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have done this.” Mr. Fredrick finally spoke up.

“Fuck that, we both know we just had some great sex. If you’re worried about me telling anyone, don’t be. I loved every minute of it and hope to spend the tuzla escort night with you filling my puddy some more.” I said stroking his soft cock.

“Damn, you are impossible to turn down.” Mr. Fredrick said as his cock stiffened in my hand.

We fucked two more times that night and one more when we awoke in the morning. My pussy was sore but in a good way when we were done.

Mr. Fredrick made me breakfast after we took a shower together. At breakfast Mr. Fredrick asked, “My son has only tried to kiss you and nothing more?”

“Yeah, hard to believe he is your son,” I said.

“This may sound terrible but can I do something for you to get you to help my son, you know sexually?”

“Are you saying you want to pay me to fuck your son?” I asked.

“That is pretty blunt but yes. I get it, you friended him to use the pool but I don’t care about that. You are incredibly sexual and yes I would pay you to fuck him.” Mr. Fredrick said.

“I’ll think about it,” I said before I headed home.

Early the next week Scott called inviting me over the next weekend. He said his parents were going out for a party and they suggested that they get pizza for us and we could watch a movie or something. I knew what that something his dad had in mind.

I figured what the hell, I had figured that I would fuck Scott at some point during the summer and if his dad wanted to pay me, why not.

Mr. Fredrick pulled me aside before they left. “I’m not pressuring you but I want you to take this whether you do anything with Scott or not.” He handed me an envelope I quickly put away in my purse not wanting Scott to see.

Scott and I had a nice night, eating pizza then evening swim. We kissed a few times but Scott still made no move to let his hands feel me. Sitting by the pool once it got dark I asked Scott if he could turn lights off around and in the pool. Scott seemed confused but did as I asked.

“Let’s go skinny dipping.” I said. I didn’t wait for Scott to answer. I untied my top and slipped on my bikini bottoms slipping into the water. “Come on Scott, get your trunks off and get in the water.”

Scott pulled his trunks down and jumped into the water. I swam over to him hugging my naked body against his. I could feel his dick getting hard against my body as we kissed. “Mmm, skinny dipping feels good doesn’t it Scott?” I whispered in his ear. Scott pulled his pelvis back from me realizing his dick was pressing against me.

I pulled Scott’s hips back to me. “Don’t you like feeling our bodies rubbing against each other?” I asked Scott kissing him.

“I just didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.” Scott stammered.

“Wrong idea? Scott we’re naked in the pool and your dick is rubbing against me. I’m just curious what we are going to do next with this thing.” I said grabbing his cock.

“Whatever you think we should do Taylor.” Scott said.

“I think we should dry off and head to your bed.” I said pulling him to the ladder in the pool.

“Bed?” Scott said anxious.

“We are just going to do what we did last time in your bed; there just won’t be clothes between us.”

When we got to his room I laid on the bed spreading my legs. Scott stared at my trimmed pussy. “I’m sorry, what do I do?” He said just standing next to the bed.

“Get on top of me with your legs between mine. Line up your dick with my pussy and slowly start to push it in. Once you get it all the way in just hold it there before you start fucking me.” I said guiding him down to me.

Scott did as he was told; he paused for a few moments before he started pumping me. He wasn’t as big as his dad but I could tell what he took after his dad. “Oh Scott, your cock feels good inside me.”

I figured Scott wouldn’t last long and his loud grunt told me I was right. “Oh shit Taylor, I’m not wearing a condom and I came in you.”

“Calm down, I should have told you before we started. I’m on the pill.” I said getting up and going to the bathroom to wipe out the cum.

“Whew, dad warned me about not using a condom. I think that was how I was conceived. Wow, that was great; you know that was my first time.” Scot said as I walked to his bathroom.

“Yes, I figured you were a virgin. Can I ask you if you if your parents encouraged you to have sex with me tonight? I found it interesting they were so anxious to leave us alone in the house tonight.” I asked him.

“Now that you say that, Dad was telling me telling me to go for it with you. He said he thought you were hot for me. You’re not mad are you?” Scott asked cautiously.

“No not at all, I’m glad we had sex. I hope you’re okay with losing your virginity. I feel that you may have been pressured into it.” I said.

“Are you kidding, you’re like the hottest girl in school. I can’t believe we actually had sex, it was incredible.”

“You’re mom said they would be home by 10:00, it is 9:00 now. That gives us an hour before they get home. I would love to get a better look at your cock and taste it before you put it back in me.” I said petting his dick.

“We’re going to do it again?” Scott said hopefully.

I didn’t respond, I just crawled between his legs taking his cock into my mouth. “You’re bigger than I thought you would be.” Scott moaned as his dick grew in my mouth.

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For the last several years now, I have watched the neighbor’s daughter go from a budding pre-adolescent to a gorgeous hot babe. Last week she turned 18 and my time was finally here.

They had a big birthday party and celebration, family, friends and yes, most of the neighborhood was all there.

Over the last few years I think she had fun teasing me, and the flirting was on both sides. As the party died down, I whispered in her ear that I had another present for her, but it was something to give her in private.

Micki said that she would see me after her friends had left, and that I should have another drink and wait.

She finally came up and asked what I had for her. I told her we needed to go for a drive, and said ok.

I pulled into a local motel on the edge of town and parked in the back. She looked at me and asked what we were doing there and told her to just come along. I had rented the room earlier in the day and had it all set up, wine, flowers and a nice teddy that was very revealing.

I sat her down on the edge of the bed and told her that I thought she was beautiful and that I wanted her, no, needed her. I have been watching you all these years and now you are old enough for us to be together, but only if your willing.

I told her I was going into the bathroom and when I came out, she should be changed into the teddy and on the bed. If she didn’t feel the same, she should leave, my keys were on the nightstand.

I waited for several minutes and when I came out, there she was. It was the most beautiful sight I think I have ever seen. Her dark areolas were showing through the light fabric and her nipples were hard in the cool air.

I could make out a slight image of her pussy, shaved and smooth, her legs slightly spread. Then she said to me, “I too have waited for this day to come. Please, take things easy as I am a virgin, I wanted you to be my first.”

My cock became hard almost instantly and I had to try to calm my self, as I wanted this to last, to be acıbadem escort perfect for her. We started with simple kissing as I let my hands explore her body.

I felt her muscles tense as I first started to rub my hands over her body, goose bumps formed on her arms and shoulders. I enjoyed the softness of her lips as we continued to kiss.

I finally touched her breast with my hand, she gasped. Her nipple grew rock hard instantly. I continued to play with her nipple, rubbing it softly with my palm, then moving on to her other breast.

My hand moved down her torso and I lightly let my fingers drift across her virgin mound. Her body froze, and then slowly relaxed as my fingers continued to play with her pussy.

I unbuttoned the teddy and helped her out of it. Micki surprised me as she reached out and unbuttoned my pants and let them fall, my hard member stressing against the fabric of my briefs.

“Let me see it please, she asked. Can I pull it out? I said yes and almost blew my load at her first touch; my fantasy was coming to life. We laid back on the bed and as I started playing with now bare pussy, she played with my cock.

Her pussy was wet and the scent was intoxicating. I moved down to let my tongue touch her, and she moaned. Yes, yes that feels wonderful, I have never felt anything like that before, please don’t stop, Micki said. I enjoyed the taste of her, letting my tongue explore more of her, slightly probing her opening.

Micki started to moan and her hips started to push back to my face and I knew she was close climaxing. I continued until her back arched and she squealed as her body climaxed, her mound oozing as I lapped it up.

I asked her if she had ever given a blowjob and she said she did once when she was at a party, but admitted she was kind of drunk and didn’t remember much about it. Again she surprised me as she quickly moved and I found my hard dick felt her lips sliding down. Her tongue moved around my dudullu escort head and shaft at the same time she was moving my shaft in and out of her mouth.

This girl was amazing. She might not have remembered much of her first blowjob, but I am sure the recipient would have never forgotten. This was the best oral sex I had ever had. Reality came back to me as I felt the surge and my dick was pumping my first load deep into her mouth, some spilling out of her lips as she tried to swallow.

We went back to playing with each other’s body and my cock was hard again. I rubbed the head on her mound, up and down the slit. Slowly I moved the tip to her virgin canal and pushed slightly. She stiffened. I pulled back and pushed again, moving just a bit deeper. I continued to work my cock in and out, going deeper till I hit her hymen.

I saw a tear form in her eye and she just nodded, wanting me to take her and make her a woman for the first time. I pushed down harder, tearing thru the barrier that now no longer existed. I left my cock buried deep into her, letting her pussy accept the intrusion.

As I started pumping my shaft slowly, she started to moan again. That sound was pleasing, and I wanted her to enjoy our first time. I increased my tempo and she started to push her hips back into my groin.

We were lost into each other. Her moaning was getting louder and our bodies were moving in a rhythm. Her tightness around my cock felt incredible and wanted this to last forever. It seemed like it was lasting forever.

I drove deep and I could feel the tip of my dick hit the surface of her cervix and I could feel the sensation come over me, the tingling mixed through our bodies as I came hard, filling her with my seed. I can’t remember the last time that I came so much. We both lay there exhausted from our lovemaking.

We cuddled up to each other for a while and then cleaned up so I could take her home. As we were driving back, she mentioned that bağdat caddesi escort she forgot to ask that I use a condom. She said that she hoped that she wasn’t going to get pregnant her first time. I told her not to worry about it.

Over the rest of the summer we got together often for great love making sessions. I was very heartbroken when she packed up to go to college in the fall. We spent a full day together just before she left and I promised I would visit her often, the college she was attending was only an hour drive away. I told her to call me when she was settled into school and I would come for a weekend.

I left a few messages for her, and we emailed a few times each week. She said she had a lot of studying to do and wanted to commit time to school when I asked when I should come down.

Seven weeks later, she called to ask if I would come down. When I arrived, she showed me around the school, her dorm and introduced me to some of her friends. Then we went to dinner.

Micki didn’t seem to be the same bubbly girl. She was distant and other than a few quick kisses there was not much affection exchanged. I feared that she had meet a new guy at school and our fling was coming to an end.

Micki surprised me when she asked me how much she really meant to me. I said that my world revolved around her and that I missed her the last few weeks. She said that she missed me too. She looked down and I could tell something was bothering her.

Micki, what is wrong I asked. You can ask me anything, tell me anything. She asked, do you love me, really love me or do you just like the intimacy that we share? Yes, I replied. Yes, I do love you and I do love making love to you.

She had a tear that fell from her eye and ran down her cheek. I looked at her confused and said, Micki, please tell me what is wrong. I am here for you, what ever is wrong, we can make it ok.

She replied that she was pregnant. What can we do about that? I asked her what she wanted to do? I am keeping the baby, with or without you she said. I reached out to her and held her in my arms. We married six months later.

Her parents were furious. I sold my house and Miki and I moved to another town and started our new life together. We just had our daughter and with as often as we share our love, I wouldn’t be surprised if our next child comes along soon.

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It was the the last Saturday night of my summer vacation, soon I would be off to college. My friends and I had decided we would find some herb and hangout back at my place. I was a bit nervous though I have never smoked and wasn’t quite sure how it would affect me. Minutes later, my buddy Corey was able to find someone willing to sell us a half ounce. The three of us were out the door and eager to meet our “dealer” which we had planned to meet a few blocks away near the river beach. We walked for a while hoping fences and taking some shortcuts when suddenly a loud voice screamed out of nowhere threatening to shoot us for trespassing. We ran to the end of the street and entered a small patch of woods which was right along the meeting spot next to the river beach.

Catching our breath, I noticed another group of kids hanging out on the swing set near the water. It was a girl and two boys. I turned my attention to my other friend, John. He had spotted our dealer and was walking out of the woods to make the transaction. For some reason I was still fixed on the girl on the swings. She was wearing board shorts and a tank top. Her red hair was pulled back into two pigtails. The two kids she was with looked kind of like nerds and I was wondering what she was doing with them. My two friends and I started to leave when the girl yelled out, “Hey!”. Immediately I turned and started to approach the group. My friends pleaded with me to leave it alone and just go back to my house and burn. I told them to meet me at my house in 20 minutes and proceed towards the girl. The two boys she was with looked somewhat scared and frantically started making excuses why they had to leave.

Finally the one kid said he and his friend were having a sleepover and his mother was expecting them home at 10:00 pm. I took a quick glimpse at this girl who was sitting in front of me on the swings, she smiled. I smiled back checking her out from top to bottom. She was wearing a black bikini under her tank top which I tried not to look at for too long for fear of her thinking I was a pervert. Her shorts were kind of loose at the waist, revealing some skin near her stomach and hips. While we were making introductions, the two boys had started walking away. Her name was Jessica and she was new in town. She was 18 also and was just starting her senior year in catholic school. I sat on the swing next to her. It seemed like we had known each other for years, though only a few minutes had passed. I couldn’t help my eyes from wandering back to her tits. They were perfect C-cup, which stood out quite nicely against her slender body. She caught me looking at them and nudged me with her thigh.

Realizing I told my friends I would meet them, I quickly explained to Jessica that I had to leave and offered for her to come along. She had very strict parents and an early curfew, but promised to sneak out in an hour after her parents were asleep. We decided to meet up near the ocean and go for a walk along the beach there. As she left I turned to get a good look at her. Her ass almost mesmerized me as it bounced göztepe escort up and down, her hips moving adding to the affect. I picked up the pace and started sprinting home to meet my friends. They were already there and took the liberty of rolling a joint. The three of us went outside into the backyard and lit it up. The joint passed to me, every time I hit the joint it tasted so good, yet all I was thinking about was Jessica Her round perky tits, the way her ass danced, her sexy pigtails and that smooth skin. I started feeling a bit fuzzy when I remembered this was the first time smoking weed. I was always so paranoid, but suddenly I felt great.

I told my friends about Jessica and then insisted I should bring a couple joints to help break the ice. I agreed, and offered for them to stay and hangout at my house. My balls were aching at this point, I had a boner for almost an hour since meeting Jessica My buddy John gave me a strip of condoms and told me good luck. Being a virgin and never even getting a blow job started getting that nervous feeling again. The closest I had ever gotten was fingering my ex-girl friend. She was always scared when I pressed my hard cock against her, I had blue balls for months. I took the joints and the condoms and headed out the door and down the street towards the ocean. As I approached the dunes I realized Jessica wasn’t there and figured I was beat. I walked up onto the beach just as I heard a sexy female voice say, “Come over here baby…” It was a full moon and the beach was well lit up. I noticed her right away. Her hair was put up in a bun and she was wearing glasses. She had changed into her school uniform. A tight white dress shirt pressing against her nipples which were poking through. I felt like I was going to cum right then and there. My eyes followed as she turned around a couple times with a slight dance to show off her outfit. She was wearing a dark skirt which looked as though it might have been shortened or a few sizes to small for catholic school. I told her I was excited that she showed up and she gave me a big hug. She smelled so good.

She asked if I was smoking weed and I explained to her about my first time just moments earlier. She insisted she wanted to try some and I told her I brought a couple joints. Her green eyes widened and suddenly the hug broke as she started running her hands in my front pockets on my jeans. I was instantly nervous she would find the condoms or break the joints. She felt my huge boner, quickly withdrew her hand and smiled. She took a hold of my hand and we both sat down on the sheet she had laid out earlier before my arrival. With my free hand I pulled the joint out and pressed it between my lips. By the time I realized I forgot to bring a lighter she had already produced one and was lighting the end of the joint. I took a couple deep hits and passed it to her. Her lips looked so wet from her lip gloss and the reflection of the moonlight as she took her first hit. As she inhaled I saw her chest puff out and her tight little bostancı escort stomach suck in. I let go of her hand and put my hand on her thigh. She put the joint down and grabbed my hand again. She pulled my fingers up to her lips and opened her mouth. She was sucking my index and pointer finger. I had never felt anything like this and before I knew it, I was unbuttoning her shirt.

As I made my way down to the last button near her waist, a gust of wind pulled her shirt off like a sail and was now hanging from her free arm. She removed it directed my saliva drenched fingers down to her crotch. She was wearing silk panties and they were soaking wet and sticky. I started playing with her clit. This was amazing, it took nearly 3 months to get to this point with my ex-girl friend. I’ve never seen tits as perfect as these, her nipples were huge. Her pussy was so slippery now and she started moaning. I was so fascinated by her tits that I hadn’t realized both her hands on my bulge. I was wearing button up jeans and with one swift motion she pulled and had my fly totally open. She reached under the waist band of my boxers and grabbed my cock firmly. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

She started tugging on my penis head and I could tell she was really turned on, she was bucking her hips. She sat up and positioned herself in front of me on her knees. Her tits staring me right in the face, I immediately grabbed them and pulled her towards me licking and sucking. Meanwhile, she managed to pull my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. I felt totally exposed as we started kissing and my cock hanging out. I felt her hand on it again, stroking some more while she stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. She is now straddling me, my cock hard against her slippery, soaking wet panties. Both of our breathing intensifying, our genitals rubbing against each other, she withdrew her tongue from my mouth and told me she could feel like penis throbbing against her clit. She then moved down kissing my neck when out of nowhere, somehow her lips were wrapped around the head of my penis. I was fighting the urge to cum. I looked down, I was trapped! My pants were still around my ankles restricting my movement and she was straddling my knees. Her tits hanging and bouncing as she thrust deeper and deeper sucking my throbbing dick.

My cock felt great in her mouth, It was warm and smooth. I could see drool and precum running down her chin. She pulled it out of her mouth slowly then asked if I would eat her pussy. I told her I would do anything she wanted. I took the opportunity to pull my pants off completely then my t-shirt. She then lightly pushed me down so I was lying naked on my back with my penis standing straight up. She straddled me again, this time facing the opposite direction, then slowly started inching her way backwards until my nose stuck in her ass and her wet mound was pressing against my chin. I didn’t hesitate to pull her silk panties to one side and I started probing her slit with my tongue. It tasted so good, tuzla escort she started sucking my dick again. Again, I felt trapped, she was laying on top of me with her crotch in my face while my cock was getting shoved deeper into her throat. Our rhythm picked up along with our intensifying breathing and moaning. Her moaning was increasing faster and faster, I could feel the vibrations of her cries all the way in by balls. With each thrust her perfectly round tits and hard nipples would bounce and lightly rub against my abs. She was now pushing her pussy so hard into my face, I could barely breathe for my nose was being buried far into her ass.

Jessica pulled her mouth of my cock and let out a huge growl. Juices started flowing from her pussy down my chin and onto my chest. The sweet salty cum tasted great, her clit and pussy lips still gyrating all over my mouth. She instantly took my cock back into her mouth still in a frenzy, shoving the full 7″ deep into her throat. I couldn’t take it anymore. The incredible taste of pussy in my mouth, her perfect little body in such a kinky position. My cock was throbbing and aching horribly. I could feel her nose against my balls where she held herself for several seconds gagging on my shaft. My hips started bucking as I tried to fight what was about to happen.

I was trying to withdraw my member from her clutches, but she fought my urges to escape and continued gagging. My whole body started tingling as I started to pump semen into her throat. The gagging quickly changed into moans again as my head and balls throbbed with each fierce shot of hot cum. Her black panties soaking wet and disheveled, I quickly pulled them aside to reveal a glistening set of pussy lips. Taking another taste of her cum I decided I had to have more. Holding her now sloppy panties to one side I started to slip a couple fingers into her wet lips. She instantly withdrew my cock from her mouth still throbbing with excitement and sat straight up, rejected my attempt to finger her. Now straddling my stomach with her back turned to me I was still pinned down. My cock was dancing and still pouring cum like a fountain as she positioned her pussy over it. I could feel her lips against my tip as she squeezed my cock with her hand and forcefully tried shoving it in.

At first it seemed like it wouldn’t fit, then another spurt of cum and my rock hard tip began to slowly slip in. I was still pumping fluid and cumming as I got deeper and deeper in her. Her pussy contracted along with my cock with every thrust. Our combined fluids were now leaking out of her and down my balls and into my ass crack. I thought about the condoms I brought and how I never even had a chance to retrieve them. It seemed like she didn’t mind and I quickly erased it from my thoughts. She stopped bucking and with me completely inside her I could feel the last few twitches of my enraged cock. As she lifted one leg up off the ground I slid out of her along with a generous amount of fluids. As I sat up she turned around to face me still insisting on straddling me. Her hard nipples against my chest we started kissing again. My hard cock standing erect against the crack in her butt she reached behind herself and took a firm hold of it again. This time there was no resistance as my cock easily slid deep into her with the first attempt. She then said, “I think its going to be a long night.”

-To be continued…

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After Ann had been tricked by Pastor Jules to expose herself and forced to submit to him and let him have his way with her (see part 1: “The good Pastor”), she felt ashamed, used and humiliated. But at the same time she felt elated: never before had a man satisfied her so deeply! She had to admit to herself how much she had enjoyed being in the strong hands of Jules, and the final sexual act had not been forced on her. She had keenly pleasured the Pastor, greedily kissing and sucking his cock until he came in her. And she felt proud and flattered that this good-looking young man had chosen her – an already middle-aged woman.

But what should she do now? Confront him? Avoid him? Report him? Forgive him? or let him take her again? Technically it had not even been rape, as defined by the criminal law. Did she really want to report Jules to the police? Tell them all the details, what he did to her, and what she did in the end … , and ruin his career?

Just remembering how it had happened made Ann feel excited again and she felt herself swelling up and getting wet. But what about the photos? She must get the photos back. Or had he posted them already on the internet? Thinking it all over, Ann began to realise that she held at least as much power over him as Jules had over her. If he exposed her by publishing her photos, she could just move somewhere else where nobody knew her. But she could ruin his entire career, if she chose to expose him. Ann began to smile. Pastor Jules might be a big and dangerous shark, but she got him on a hook, and she could reel him in bit by bit and make him perform circus tricks in the end.

So, on Sunday morning she went to church as usual. During the sermon (she could not concentrate on it), Pastor Jules’ eyes rested on her several times, and when he placed the host in her mouth during Holy Communion, Ann could not help thinking of what he had placed in her mouth three days earlier – even though she felt guilty of having such blasphemous thoughts. Afterwards, when the Pastor said good-bye to everybody at the church door, Ann looked him in the eyes and just said “I need to talk to you” before walking away.

Shortly afterwards she received a text message from Jules “I need to see you too” and they arranged a meeting in her flat on Monday evening. On Monday morning a bouquet of red roses was delivered – anonymously. Ann smiled – the fish had taken the bait.

She dressed carefully for the occasion: Ann wanted to look attractive but not tarty. Her black lace low décolleté push-up bra allowed her to show off her well developed bosom (mother nature had been generous with her). She also decided to wear a nice flowery blouse over it – not exactly see-through, but neither hiding everything. But she only left the top button open – let him work on the other buttons. The skirt continued the summery theme. Reaching down to her knees it did not look provocative, but it was wide and flowing, giving easy access to a roaming hand. There – she caught herself daydreaming again. What about her open-crotch sexy knickers? They were tarty all right, but once Jules got that far, that didn’t matter any longer! No stockings or tights, bare feet and little make-up: her innocent nature-girl-look was complete. To compensate for mut escort the not so summery British weather she also turned the heating on.

When the Pastor arrived, he tried to compliment Ann on her looks, but she sternly interrupted him: “This is not about me. This is about you. How could you betray my trust so cruelly? I believed you and your cock-and-bull story of the anti-slavery project. I trusted you and you disrespected me so much. How could you? I really don’t know why I haven’t gone to the police yet. I thought you’d come to apologise, not to pay me compliments!” Ann’s tears were streaming down her cheeks (good decision to use little make-up!) but she controlled herself and poured the tea.

Pastor Jules was apologetic. “Believe me, I did not mean to trick you. I really meant what I said and thought these photos of you in chains could make people stop and think and get involved in the anti-slavery project. Maybe I had not thought it through properly. I am sorry, but once I had you all tied up, I completely lost my self-control. Having you suddenly in my power gave me such a rush. And you looked so beautiful, so tempting … my hands just had to caress you, your soft flesh, your beautiful breasts, your everything, every inch of your attractive body.”

Jules knew how effective and powerful compliments are, especially on women who are not used to receiving them. He looked at Ann in a pleading way, and noticed her heaving bosom as she was blushing and let out a little sigh. She didn’t seem angry any longer. “Dear Ann” he continued, “I want to give you something as a token of my appreciation, something to compliment your natural beauty.”

And with that Jules produced an pearl necklace from his pocket. “These natural pearls go so well with your auburn hair. I hope you like them.”

“They are beautiful” whispered Ann, “thank you Jules”. And then she added “pearls, the tears of the sea!”

“Let me put it on you”. Not waiting for her answer, Jules got up and stepped behind her chair. Putting the necklace on her gave him the opportunity to touch her soft flowing hair and to brush against the soft skin of her neck. Everything about her was soft. Jules was really attracted to Ann; he meant it, this was no longer a game to him.

“Let me look at you”, he moved round to face her, “How lovely you are, Ann. Allow me …” And he carefully opened the second button of her blouse and let the necklace rest in the valley between her full breasts. Jules took care not to touch her breasts. Instead he sighed “lovely, just lovely!”

Ann did not know what to say, she just looked at him. And then the Pastor did exactly what she was hoping for, what she was longing for: He bent down to her, took her head in his hands and kissed her on the mouth. She responded passionately, their tongues met and circled round each other and Jules tasted her soft lips and felt her passion rising.

When Jules released the embrace, he took her hand and led her to the sofa. Settling down comfortably, he took off his sweater. “Nice and warm in your flat – or it must be you giving me so much heat!” Then he placed Ann on his lap and started kissing her again, her mouth and her neck. This time his right hand was roaming over her nazilli escort body and had soon managed to open all the buttons on her blouse. “Your breasts are stunning” he mumbled, and slipping his hand inside the bra, he easily popped them out to reveal their full beauty with her erect nipples. “I am not very experienced, but never have I seen such beautiful breasts as yours!”

“Oh, let me kiss your breasts”, and without waiting for an answer he kissed one of her pert nipples. He kissed and sucked and licked and teasingly bit her teat until he felt her melting. And when he slipped his hand under her skirt, stroking her soft bare legs and moving up towards her soft centre, he heard her moan a little. But then Ann withdrew a bit, saying “just look how far you’ve got me again Jules, half naked and in your arms – but isn’t it sinful?”

“There is no sin in making love,” explained the pastor. “Unlike my catholic colleagues I am not under the rule of celibacy. I am a single man and you are a single woman. Where in the Bible does God forbid sex between single people? Nowhere! Is our sexuality not a gift from God?” Ann thought it over for a while and had to admit that he was right. Perhaps a few passages from Paul’s letters, but St Paul was a woman-hater anyway. So, when Jules’ hand started roaming again, Ann was only too pleased to let him, and she longingly parted her thighs to allow his hand access to her hungry pussy.

While his hand took hold of her, Jules was talking again. “You must know how much I have been longing for you. Ever since last week I couldn’t think of anything else but you. And what excited me so much, was being completely in charge of you. That was an experience I have never had before, even though I have fantasised about it. And I think you loved it too, didn’t you my darling?”

“Yes, I did” whispered Ann, while his hand gripped her pussy. “You are in charge of me now!”

“And this is the biblical relationship between man and woman” lectured the pastor. “God made woman, because Adam was alone. God made woman so she would please and to obey Adam. You are Eve, the eternal temptress, and when we are together sexually, you need to obey be. You must acknowledge my authority over you – only when it comes to love-making of course. Do you?”

This was more than Ann had expected. But the pastor was right. And this was what she secretly wanted: to be taken, to be taken care of, not having to make the decisions, to find her fulfilment by pleasing this beautiful young man, who had already taken charge. She looked him in the eyes and said in a clear voice “Yes I do, Jules, I promise to love you and obey you.”

“And I promise to love you and protect you.” Jules retained his hand, that had been gripping her pussy all through their bible talk, and kissed her on the mouth. Then he stood up in front of her and said or rather ordered: “Now take off my belt and hand it to me. By doing so you symbolically submit to me and give me the authority to use this belt on you whenever I deem it necessary to discipline you. You are my disciple, and discipline is necessary.”

Ann was a bit scared for a moment, but then she remembered the power she held over the pastor and started to undo his belt. nilüfer escort She pulled it out and handed it to him as ordered. “Now bend over my knee!” came Jules’ authoritative voice again, and as she did so hesitatingly, the pastor lifted her skirt up and exposed Ann’s well rounded white derriere. Her sexy knickers hardly covered any of its glory. Whack! One sharp strike with the belt came down over her bottom and Ann let out a little shriek. “That was just to teach you, my darling Ann, that I will use my belt when necessary. I do not want to hurt you, just to make sure you recognise that this is for real.” Then Jules dropped the belt and started to caress her bottom. The belt had left a pink mark on her white cheeks. After Ann had got used to the feeling, the pain ceded and gave way to a tinkling stinging sensation which was not unpleasant, warming her up from inside.

“Now take off my trousers and undress me completely!” This time Ann did not hesitate to follow his orders. Lovingly she took off his shoes and socks, his trousers and underpants, and his shirt until he stood naked before her. How much she fancied him, wanted him. His penis was fleshy, half erect, waiting for attention. Quickly slipping out of her skirt, Ann started to give this wonderful member her full attention. First she was caressing his balls, playing with them, running her fingers round the balls and up his shaft, letting her hands move round to his butt and gently squeezing it, back to his cock, gripping his rod in her hand and gently pulling his foreskin over the glans, and up again and down, exposing the shiny head of his glorious rod. She loved to feel how the penis in her hand grew and extended.

“Please fuck me now, my dear master” she pleaded, “I need to feel your wonderful cock inside my pussy!”

“Don’t worry my darling, I know you deserve a good fuck. I’ll fuck you all right, but first you kneel in front of me and kiss and suck my cock again. Just make me real hard!”

Ann thought he was already real hard, but did as she was told. She had never before given oral sex to any other man, and here she was at it again, kissing and sucking the pastor’s cock, who had not even fucked her once yet. “Take your time darling,” came his instruction “there is no hurry. We have all the time in the world.” Ann felt his hand on her head, to make sure she remained in place. She was slowly and rhythmically sucking him while caressing his hairy thighs with her hands. It felt so good that she began to think it would be just as good, if he came in her mouth instead of her pussy. But just then Jules gently withdrew and told her to kneel on the sofa. He placed her legs apart with her backside facing him, exposing once more her shining bum with the belt-mark still visible. And her glistening wet pussy was open and waiting for him. Her open-crotch knickers framed her pussy like a piece of art.

And then he slid his cock into her, in and out and in again. Again and again, in an unceasing rhythm he rammed it home. He filled her up, he fulfilled her desires. Her honey flowed, lubricating his piston. She stopped thinking, she was just his to take her. She started moaning and shivers went through her body. Just when she thought she was about to come, she felt a hard slap on her bottom, and another one and another one! Ann cried out in her climax, her orgasm and her pain became identical, she came and came like she had never come before and felt the warm sensation of Jules coming in her and filling her up. In a huge sigh of relief Ann collapsed on the sofa.