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“No Bobby, you can’t come over. I’m babysitting. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Aw, come on Sarah. I can’t wait until tomorrow. I won’t stay long.”

“No. I’m hanging up now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It was the third time Bobby had called. He was persistent. He had been persistent since their first date only three weeks ago. Sarah could still remember it vividly. She was giving him a goodnight kiss on her front porch. It was more than a peck on the cheek. It was a real kiss. After all, she did like him.

Sarah had her arms around Bobby’s neck. Their tongue’s mingled. Their bodies were pressed together so tightly that she could feel his hardness against her. She knew she had to stop before Bobby got the wrong impression. It wasn’t that she was a prude, although she was still a virgin, but this was only their first date.

“I better go now,” she told him trying to pull away. “I had a good time. Thank you.”

“Aw, come on,” Bobby pleaded holding her close. “Don’t go. Just one more kiss. Please.”

So Sarah let him kiss her again. There was no real harm and she did like him. Sarah got a little nervous when his hands slid down her back and squeezed her firm ass cheeks through her shorts. She felt his hardness pressing against her shamelessly. It excited her. She was getting damp between the legs. She had to regain control before it went any further. After all, this was her front porch. The neighbors might see.

“Okay Bobby,” Sarah said trying to sound firm as she turned her face away from the kiss. “I really do have to go now. Call me.”

He still didn’t let go. Bobby sunk his teeth into the thin skin of her neck. He slid a hand between their bodies and squeezed her full breast. His fingers found her nipple through the top she was wearing and pinched it. Sarah gasped. Her body loved what he was doing. Just a little longer, she thought. Then I’ll go.

The kiss resumed. His fingers dug into her ass cheek while his other hand squeezed and fondled her breast. Sarah could feel Bobby shamelessly rubbing his manhood against her throbbing mound. It felt so incredibly good. Juices leaked into her panties as she rotated against him.

Bobby’s hand slid from her breast and down her stomach. Sarah was so consumed with the sensations surging through her body that at first she didn’t realize his hand had moved between her legs. He was rubbing her sex with his fingers. She had let things get out of control. Oh god, she thought, his fingers feel so good but I have to stop it… don’t I?

“Please Bobby,” she gasped. “Not… not there.”

She didn’t mean what she said. Sarah didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. Just a little longer, she thought. His fingers felt like they were trying to dig a hole through her shorts. Sarah had never felt so sexually alive. The throbbing between her legs was so intense that it scared her. She closed her eyes and gasped when his tongue pushed into her ear.

Bobby shoved his hand into her shorts and panties. Sarah could hear a voice screaming in her head to stop this insanity. Only one boy had ever touched her there and she had dated him for almost two years. Now here was a boy she barely knew doing it to her on the front porch on their first date. His fingers moved through the soft curls covering her swollen sex. She felt them touch the moist folds of her womanhood.

“Please Bobby,” Sarah pleaded not knowing whether she was asking him to stop or to continue. “Oh god…”

Bobby’s finger parted the juicy folds and found her opening. Sarah gasped when it slid into her body. Her legs involuntarily parted inviting him to go deeper. A second finger disappeared into her quivering sex. Sarah closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure coursing through her loins. She squirmed against his thrusting fingers as they repeatedly delved into her steamy hole.

The orgasm was sudden and violent. Sarah had never experienced anything like it. Her entire body tensed. Her fingers dug into Bobby’s shoulder. A loud squeal pierced the air and then another. Sarah thought her insides were going to rupture from the intensity of the explosions ripping through her body. Juices gushed out of her opening soaking his fingers and drenching her panties.

Sarah was still recovering when she heard the front door opening. Bobby quickly pulled his fingers out of her shorts and stepped away. Sarah’s mother asked if everything was okay. Bobby went into his Eddie Haskell routine and soon had her mother laughing and thinking he was the perfect gentleman.

Later that night, Sarah lay in bed thinking about Bobby. She had met him through a friend at the Catholic girl’s school she attended and was immediately attracted to him. Sarah was both surprised and excited when he called and asked her to go bowling with some friends. The date was everything she had hoped it would be. That’s why the goodnight kiss on the front porch was more than a peck on the cheek – much more as it turned out.

Sarah knew that a second date with Bobby was dangerous, but she bodrum escort bayan accepted anyway. She really did like him. Not only that, Sarah had relived the experience on the front porch over and over every night with her own fingers. Sarah didn’t want to seem easy but she desperately wanted to feel his fingers in her body again.

After dinner and a movie he drove her out to a dirt road in the woods. Sarah kept asking him where they were going but she knew. It excited and scared her at the same time. Bobby turned off the engine and put his arm around her shoulder. Sarah leaned over the divide between the seats and felt his tongue push between her lips.

Bobby’s hand slid up her naked back under her top. He deftly unsnapped her bra. His hand slid around to the front. She gasped when his fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her naked breast. Bobby pushed up her top and lowered his head. Sarah felt a jolt of pleasure course through her body when he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Sarah ran her fingers through his hair and closed her eyes.

“Oooohhhhh… yes,” she moaned.

Bobby slid a hand up her thigh and pressed his fingers against her swollen sex through her panties. Sarah had worn a skirt on purpose knowing it would make it easier for Bobby to touch her there. She spread her legs and pushed against his fingers. His lips moved back to her mouth. She kissed him with the passion of a hungry animal. She was delirious with pleasure. It scared her.

“I shouldn’t let you do this to me,” Sarah moaned in weak protest knowing he would ignore her plea. “I… I don’t want you to think I’m… you know… easy

Bobby kissed around to her ear and pushed his tongue into the opening. His fingers continued to rub her throbbing sex.

“I know that,” Bobby whispered.

Sarah closed her eyes and let it happen. She wanted it too much. She had been thinking about it all week. Bobby pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and plunged a finger into her steamy hole. Sarah threw her head back and gasped. A second finger pushed into her body. She could feel her juices flowing like lava. Her body was trembling with excitement.

“Oh Bobby… yes… oooohhhhh…”

Sarah lifted her lower body off the car seat when the first orgasm exploded. The ripples of pleasure had her gasping and shaking uncontrollably. Bobby moved his finger to the swollen button she often rubbed in bed. Sarah squealed as a second more powerful wave of spasms gripped her body. She finally grabbed his hand and pulled it away before the intensity of pleasure overcame her completely.

“We… we probably should go now,” Sarah suggested after catching her breath. “I need to get home before it is too late.”

“It’s still early,” Bobby replied kissing her neck.

He kissed her again. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth. Her body was still tingling all over. Bobby took her hand and guided it to the bulge pushing out from his shorts. Sarah knew she shouldn’t be touching him there — not on her second date — but everything was so confusing and surreal. She felt her hand as it squeezed his hardness.

Bobby moved his fingers back to her sex and rubbed them over her love button. Sarah continued to massage his throbbing member through the shorts he was wearing. She could feel the pressure in her belly building towards another explosion. Bobby sunk his teeth into the thin skin of her neck. Sarah threw her head back. He body stiffened and shook in a series of spasms.

Sarah sat back in her seat breathing hard. Bobby pulled his hand from between her legs. She was still recovering when she realized that her hand was no longer touching the bulge in his shorts. It was now touching the naked flesh of his manhood. Bobby had somehow pushed them down during her orgasm. Sarah felt her fingers curl around his throbbing shaft.

Sarah’s head was spinning with confusion. Everything was out of control. She couldn’t believe that she was actually touching his naked penis. It felt so big and hard and alive. She knew about hand jobs but had never given one, not even to her old boyfriend. Was that what Bobby wanted? Would that be enough? Would he want more?

“We really should go Bobby,” Sarah said half-hearted with her hand still wrapped around his shaft.

“We will,” Bobby whispered in her ear after pulling out his tongue, “After you do me. It’s only fair that you make me feel pleasure too. Move your hand up and down.”

Sarah knew he was right and did as he ordered. She loved the way his hard flesh felt in her hand. Bobby sat up in the driver’s seat to make it easier but it was still a little awkward. The angle wasn’t right and she was using her left hand. Sarah looked down and could barely make out the outline of his manhood in the darkness of the car. Her hand continued to pump up and down his shaft in jerky strokes.

“Faster,” Bobby ordered, “And squeeze it tighter.”

Sarah shifted in her seat and leaned over the divide. She pulled yalıkavak escort her left hand away and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around his throbbing flesh. From this angle she was able to stroke him faster and more firmly. Sarah’s body was tingling all over from giving her first hand-job. She could feel a throbbing deep inside her belly.

“Oh yeah… just like that… oh god… oooohhhh…”

Sarah had not considered the consequences of stroking Bobby like she was doing. She knew boys ejaculated during intercourse and masturbation but in the excitement of the moment had not equated her actions to this eventuality. She felt him swell in her hand. Something wet and warm splashed against her cheek. Another splotch of warm ejaculate shot up the side of her arm and oozed over her hand.

“Aaaahhhhh… oh god… oh fucking shit…”

Sarah was startled by his use of words. It finally dawned on her what was happening. She felt his final emissions ooze over her hand. She wanted to be disgusted but she couldn’t. Sarah was excited. She could feel it in her loins. She had just made a man ejaculate. She could feel his seed on her hand and arm and even running down her cheek. It was the stuff that made babies. It was like magic.

When she returned home that night Sarah looked in the mirror and wondered what kind of a girl was looking back at her. Her body felt so alive. It had never been like this with Randy who she had dated for two years. He was always nice to her, but quiet and shy almost to a fault. The one time she had tried to touch him “down there” he got upset. She sometimes wondered if something was wrong with him.

Sarah did have needs. Randy seemed to enjoy feeling her breasts but she wanted more. He finally touched her between the legs but only after she guided his hand there. Eventually, with her help, he put a finger in her — just one. He pulled it out before she had an orgasm. Shortly after that Randy moved away.

Bobby was the first boy she had dated since Randy. He was doing all the things to her that she wished Randy had done, but he was moving too fast. Sarah needed to slow things down until she was sure Bobby really liked her for who she was and not just because she let him touch her.

When Bobby asked Sarah on a third date she tried to sound firm and said that she would only go out with him if he behaved and didn’t push her to do things she wasn’t ready to do. Bobby was a perfect gentleman and agreed. He promised to bring her home right after the movies if that is what she wanted. The problem was that Sarah wanted more… just not too much more.

“So do you want to go home now?” Bobby asked after the movie. “It’s kind of early.”

“Yeah, it is kind of early,” Sarah replied matter-of-factly. “We can go someplace and talk if you want.”

When he drove out to the same dirt road Sarah did not say anything. He turned off the engine and sat quietly for a few seconds. Sarah could feel her heart beating fast just knowing what was about to happen. She had worn her shortest skirt and a front clasp bra to make it easier for Bobby to touch her where she wanted to be touched.

“So what do you want to talk about?” Bobby asked.

“I don’t know,” Sarah answered wondering if he was going to completely ignore her physically. “I mean we can kiss if you want. I just was afraid, um, you know… I didn’t want you to think I was going to put out like some of the other girls.”

“I know that Sarah. I like you and I respect you.”

Bobby leaned over and kissed her. Sarah threw her hand around his neck and pulled him closer. She kept waiting for him to touch her breast or slide a hand between her legs but it didn’t happen. She worried that she had upset him and now he wasn’t going to do anything. This was not what she wanted. Sarah did the only thing she could think of at the moment. She slid her hand over his bulging manhood.

“Why don’t we get in the back seat?” Bobby suggested. “That way this big divider in the middle won’t get in our way?”

Something told Sarah that getting in the back seat was not a good idea but she didn’t want to upset Bobby again. She wanted to feel his fingers pushing into her body and giving her those incredible orgasms. They climbed into the backseat. Sarah melded into Bobby’s embrace. He fondled her naked breasts and then buried his fingers deep in her steamy chamber rapidly pumping them in and out of her body

Sarah felt her insides churning and knew she was going to lose it soon. Bobby dropped his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. When she felt his teeth gently bite down on the sensitive tip, Sarah threw her head back and screamed. Juices gushed out from her quivering gash. She could hear his fingers making wet squishing sounds as they continued to pummel into her steamy passage.

Bobby pulled his fingers from her body and rubbed the slimy tips over her nipple. Then he sucked it into his mouth and licked it clean. He dipped gümüşlük escort his fingers into her honey-pot and did the same with the other nipple. Sarah’s body shuddered from the excitement still coursing through it. When Bobby kissed Sarah on the lips she could detect the faint taste of her sex on his tongue. Even that excited her.

Sarah slid her hand into Bobby’s lap. She was not at all upset to find he had pushed his shorts down his thighs exposing his naked manhood. Sarah wrapped her fingers around the throbbing flesh and slowly stroked it. They shifted in the seat so that the angle was better. This resulted in Sarah’s head resting against Bobby’s chest. She looked down at the image of his hard penis in the moonlight.

Bobby put a hand on the back of Sarah’s head and ran his fingers through her hair. She felt a slight pressure pushing her head down. As her face moved closer and closer Sarah could see his features more clearly. The swollen tip bulged out like the crown of a mushroom. She stared at the tiny slit that his ejaculate would come spewing out of if she kept up what she was doing.

Bobby continued pushing down on the back of her head. Sarah let it happen. When she felt his knob brush against her lips her body shuddered. Sarah knew what he wanted but didn’t really know how to do it. Her lips parted. His throbbing flesh pushed into her mouth. Sarah swirled her tongue around the swollen knob. Her head was spinning as she attempted to perform an act she had at one time thought disgusting.

Sarah hoped she was doing it right. She licked his knob and let her lips slide down his shaft being careful not to use her teeth. She bobbed her head up and down and used her tongue. Sarah didn’t realize the effect she was having on him. Without warning he tensed. She felt him swell between her lips. Seconds later an explosion of hot cream blasted into her mouth.

Sarah didn’t know what to do. Rather than pull away she kept her lips wrapped tightly around him. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth until it was leaking from the corners. The throbbing between her legs was so intense that Sarah slid a hand to her swollen sex and rubbed her love button. Seconds later she stiffened and gushed all over her fingers. His ejaculate poured from her lips drooled down his shaft.

Sarah sat up and wiped her mouth. Her body was trembling all over from the excitement of the act she had just performed. She was also scared. She was afraid of what she was becoming. Sarah didn’t seem to have any willpower once Bobby pushed her buttons. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he took her virginity — and not much time at the speed they were going. She had to put a stop to this.

“Jesus, Bobby,” Sarah said trying to sound angry and upset. “You should have warned me. You didn’t have to do that in my mouth. Take me home right now and don’t bother to call. I’m not going out with you anymore.”

Of course she didn’t mean it. After his persistent calls Sarah finally agreed to go on another date as long as he “behaved himself.” That’s not what she really wanted but he didn’t have to know. In fact, Sarah had resigned herself to losing her virginity with Bobby. After all, she was 18 and most of her friends had already crossed that line. That didn’t mean she had to make it easy for him. She had her principles. She wasn’t going to become a slut.

An hour before their next date she had to cancel. Friends of her parents were desperate to get a babysitter for a function that was honoring her father. Sarah didn’t baby-sit much anymore, but she couldn’t say no to such a request. When she called Bobby and told him she couldn’t go out he went nuts. She really did want to see him in the worst way, but not while she was babysitting.

After the third call Sarah thought he had finally given up the pursuit. The kids were in bed and she was reading a book. Sarah heard a knock on the door. She looked through the peephole and found Bobby standing on the porch. Sarah was really pissed and told him to leave immediately before someone saw him.

“Aw come on Sarah. I won’t stay long. Just a kiss to hold me over. I won’t leave until you at least give me a kiss.”

Sarah was worried one of the neighbors would see him standing at the front door so she pulled him inside and closed it. He was immediately all over her. His hands went around her and held her tight. She turned her head avoiding his kiss and tried to push him away but he was too strong

“Bobby you have to leave. I’ll let you out through the back so the neighbors don’t see. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

Bobby was having none of it. His teeth sank into her neck. His hand pressed between her legs. Sarah continued to struggle to no avail. His fingers and dug into her sex through the tight shorts she was wearing. Sarah felt her resistance fading. She loved what his fingers were doing to her. She weakly tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. Now she didn’t want him to.

His lips moved to hers. His tongue slid into her mouth. Sarah moaned and slid her hands to his shoulders. Bobby shoved a hand down her shorts and into her panties until his fingertips met the searing folds of her womanhood. Sarah spread her legs to give him better access. He teased her love button before curling two fingers up her steamy hole.

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In the course of posting my journal entries I got an email from a female reader, Kelli, who told me that she was a collector too… but from the other side, as it were. We exchanged a few emails and she shared some of her experiences with me. She is a woman who flat-out loves to suck cock, so obviously I wanted to hear all about it. After reading a few of her stories, I suggested that she might consider posting some on Literotica. They were very erotic, well-written and, in my opinion, something to which Lit fans (and blow job fans) would respond favorably.

Kelli hemmed and hawed a little bit, but eventually gave in–sort of. She agreed to write snippets of her experiences and send them to me to post for her. I believe that her stories are ones that deserve to be read by a wider audience, so naturally I agreed. (Besides, that means I get to read them all first!)

Here’s her first installment, appropriately enough about her first cocksucking experience. I’m sure you’re going to like it. For those of you who would like to send Kelli feedback, send it to me and I’ll gladly forward it for you.

Thanks and enjoy!

AM

* * * * *

The First Time

I lived on a farm and my dad was a “gentleman” farmer …meaning he worked in the city during the day and, at night and on weekends, he did some farming. My mom also worked in the same company with my dad, so during the day I had things all to myself.

It was on a Saturday in late May just before school let out for the summer and a bunch of us were swimming in the little creek on my farm. It was only a few weeks until my birthday and we swam and goofed around until mid-afternoon. Mostly by that time, everyone was bored and began to leave for home. They all lived in town, some three miles away. I didn’t leave because my home was just a hundred yards or so from the creek. Jason’s home was on the other side of the creek, also about a hundred yards away. In the end, only Jason and I remained …he was lying on a blanket and I was sitting beside him. The talk was sporadic and meaningless until he said, “Geez, I’m bored, Kelli!”

I laughed and said, “Yeah, I know …me, too.” He chuckled and glanced at me and smiled. He was cute in his own way …tall and slender with wavy dark hair …but I actually liked another boy in the school, a crush, I suppose. Jason and I were just friends, nothing more. He was glancing at my breasts and it made me a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, sort of gave me a thrill. I had small breasts, quite small at the time and they haven’t grown much since! I laughed with him and looked over towards the creek and said, “Well, we could…?”

But I didn’t complete my suggestion. My head was turned towards the creek, away from him, when he interrupted me by saying, “Well, if you’re bored, you could suck me off!” There was a split second of confusion on my part, but that confusion was short-lived as I turned back around. He was standing in front of me and his swimsuit was pulled down to reveal his cock within mere inches of my face! To this day, I don’t know why I didn’t jump up and run or scream or whatever. I simply sat there staring at his cock …and I remember thinking how beautiful it was! I mean, I’d seen pictures of naked men and even some porno bodrum escort magazines of close-up pictures. But to see one in real life, so close, was extraordinary for me. And I think nothing describes my feelings or thoughts better than …damn, it’s beautiful!

I have no idea how long I looked at it or what actually took place during that time. My memory of that incident isn’t completely clear even to this day. But he moved slightly, moving his hips and slowly thrusting the long, hard cock towards me. Very softly, quietly, he said, “C’mon, Kelli, suck it, …suck my dick.” I’ll never know why, but as his cock came closer, I just opened my mouth. I didn’t move, but he slowly pushed his cock into my open mouth. As it slid into my mouth, I heard him moan softly, but I was much more interested in the sensations that flooded my mind. I remember the wonderful, sensual sensations on my tongue and lips as it entered my mouth. And I made a conscious effort to keep from scratching it or hurting it with my teeth by pressing against it with my lips, sort of guiding it into my mouth. Nothing that I’d ever done before gave me such intense, wonderful feelings, such fantastic sensations. As my lips and tongue explored his cock, I felt his hands and fingers caressing my head and cheek. He wasn’t grabbing my head and face-fucking me, he was gentle and was caressing, not grabbing. He was also moaning softly and murmuring. I thought I heard words in the soft sounds, but as I remember, there were no sentences or understandable words …just soft cooing sounds.

I really don’t remember how long I sucked his cock, but I surely remember how fantastic it was to do it. I was so content exploring him, tasting him, feeling the magnificent sensations flooding over my body and in my mind. For all I know, I might have sucked and licked and kissed it for hours! There was no doubt in my mind that I loved those sensations and I didn’t ever want it to stop!

I certainly remember him spurting cum into my mouth, however. I knew all about guys spurting cum, but it was a distant thought in my mind as I sucked him. I was enjoying exploring that fantastic thing with my tongue and lips …no thought was given to anything else. My first indication of his orgasm was the hot volume of fluid hitting the back of my throat and tongue. I remember it being a surprise and I pulled my lips off of the shaft a bit, but holding the head of it possessively, to provide more space in my mouth. I also gave no thought to swallowing cum or not …I just simply swallowed it. I didn’t “psycho-analyze” the situation or what I was doing or why. The simple fact that it was wonderful and fantastic was enough for me. The taste of his cum was something that I didn’t much think about either, but I continued to keep my lips sealed around the head of his cock, my lips just passed the ridge, and I kept sucking and licking it inside my mouth. As I recall, he actually spurted three times, but I’m not sure. I am sure that I swallowed it and kept sucking and hoping for more and more. Delicious? Well, I don’t guess that was my thinking. It was more like a wonderful sensation. The taste was something that actually came later, as I recall, of course!

In a few minutes or maybe muğla escort seconds, he was moaning more loudly as I continued to suck and lick his cock. I wasn’t sure what was happening to him, but I also didn’t think about it much at that time …I didn’t know enough. Jason finally gave a loud moan and pulled his cock out of my mouth forcibly. I sure didn’t want to let it go! But he sort of collapsed on the blanket. Well, collapse isn’t the right word, actually. It was more like he folded himself slowly down like in slow motion. As he did so, he was mumbling things like, “God, Kelli, that was …fantastic!” and “Oh, my god, Kelli…” and “Wow …that was really great.”

I didn’t really know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. I just sat there looking at him and at that wonderful, beautiful cock as he lay on the blanket moaning and mumbling. His cock was limp and lying on his belly, and shiny with saliva and cum …and it was still beautiful to me. He finally rolled his head and looked at me and grinned. “Wow! Kelli, that was really great! Thanks.”

I looked at him and, not knowing what else to say or do, I smiled and said, “Geez, I don’t …well, I don’t know what to say, Jason.”

He chuckled and grinned. “Hey, just say you’ll do it again!” Not fully understanding him, I leaned down and was going to suck it again right then and there. But he laughed and touched my shoulder, sort of pushing me away, and said, “Oh, god …not right now! I couldn’t take it again so soon.” He laughed and looked at me and said, “Kelli, really, that was fantastic …and I’d love for you to do it again. But maybe …ahh, tomorrow?”

I won’t deny that later that night, lying in bed, I had many, many thoughts racing through my mind. But there were two thoughts that constantly arose as I thought about what I’d done. First, was that I’d loved doing it and wanted to do it again and again. The other thought was that I was a cocksucker …that’s what everyone called a girl who did such things. It was a derogatory, nasty term …and yet that’s exactly what I’d become in the span of only a few hours! That bothered me …and it bothered me enough to call him on his private telephone line and ask, beg him not to ever tell anyone what had happened. And he was the nicest guy that a girl could ever hope to be her first …he promised sincerely that he’d never, ever say anything to anyone. He also asked me if I was still planning to see him at the creek tomorrow …and my answer was a happy and joyful YES!

And just so you know, Jason and I went to different schools. And to make it even better for us, no one from my own school really knew anyone at Jason’s school. They knew Jason only because he happened to live across the creek …so close to me. But it being a farming area, the homes were quite widespread. I didn’t realize it at the time, but that fact also kept my secret a secret. And to Jason’s credit, even at his own school, none of his friends knew about us until later that year. Besides, some of those friends also became my fuck friends, too. But the secret about me really remained …to this day, I guess.

Over that first summer, I sucked Jason off almost every day and usually two or three times a day …sometimes bodrum sınırsız escort bayan more! At one time he was keeping a record, but I only recall him mentioning one time that I’d sucked him off five times in one day …I really don’t remember the numbers, only the wonderful, fantastic sensations of his cock in my mouth and his cum spurting over my tongue.

He also talked me into fucking him. I’d held off until my birthday, as if that was some magic day or something. But after that first time, awkward and a bit painful for me, I found that I enjoyed it. Well, I enjoyed when we learned how to do it correctly! That first time, he not only broke my hymen, he laid on me with his full weight …and I was just a little, tiny thing! We figured it out after discussing it some and figuring out doggie style. But nothing took the place of having his cock in my mouth or swallowing his cum! And really, that was true of him, too. He loved having his cock sucked and many times he agreed that it was better than intercourse. The intercourse was really something that I let him do because he liked it and I wanted to make him happy. He always used a condom, so at that time, I had no experience with cum running down my legs …a thing that disgusts me to this day! But sucking his cock had really become a wonderful, enjoyable pastime for us. And it was something that, even then, I promised myself that I’d continue doing it and enjoying it for the rest of my life. I didn’t really think that it would be with some other cock. Jason’s cock was my passion, not just any cock!

I also learned to take his cock all the way down my throat–I later learned that his cock was seven and a half inches long when hard. After the first failed attempts, it slid right down my throat with only the slightest gag reflex. I’ve heard of women who practiced deepthroating with dildoes or such tools, but, hell, I had Jason’s cock to practice with, why use a fake? He loved deepthroating, of course, and was always asking me to do it. He loved to fuck my mouth and throat and, after he finally learned not to try to kill me, we both enjoyed regularly. Men often forget that the woman has to breathe and a big cock down her throat prevents breathing! I actually love it even to this day when someone fucks my mouth, but if they aren’t experienced, it can be a horrible thing! Over my life, I’ve taught many, many men how to fuck a woman’s mouth and throat …and it’s not like most stories would have you think! Slow and easy, sensing the opening of the woman’s throat and then slowly pushing it on down …not, for god’s sake, jabbing and slamming it in! A guy doing that can really hurt a woman, harm her throat terribly.

Jason and I remained suck and fuck friends all the way through that year. Although in later days, we might be busy with other things and not see each other for days at a time, sometimes weeks. Jason had his special girlfriend and an evening job. I was a “nice girl” all through my high school and no one ever suspected a thing. But Jason and I were always good friends and his phone calls were important to me. We talked openly and honestly about everything, including sex, passion, morality, school, and anything else that might arise in the conversations. He remained a special friend to me in all ways, including casual, wonderful sex whenever either of us wanted or needed it. We were as close as a phone call away from great and wonderful and casual sex …and mostly cocksucking, our first and foremost passion. And sucking cocks remained my first and foremost passion to this day.

(Not the end …only the beginning!)

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Sitting back, I wonder what I would change in my life. I was always a shy boy growing up; always had grown up fantasies but was too afraid to admit it, or even to consider acting on them. In high school, I was the outsider who was a friend to everyone. I knew jocks, I knew stoners, I knew grease monkeys, I knew the artsy, but I never fit in. In college, it was even worse. I was forced into marching band, hated every second of it despite being surrounded by drugs, sex, and alcohol.

It took me 20 years to get a girlfriend, and 20 years to get laid. Funny enough it all happened on the same night…kind of…

I had met her a during my freshman year in college at the very end of the second semester. I had finally come into myself as an independent college student. My best friend was my RA, and my other best friend was preparing to be an RA the following year. So of course, who do I end up with? A partier. I found her on facebook oddly enough. I couldn’t even remember how if I tried. But basically, I started talking to her on facebook, then on instant messenger.

Coached by my friend Bill, the wanna-be RA, I talked her into meeting us in the college commons. She was hanging out with a friend on campus, and it was nighttime so we figured we wouldn’t make her walk all the way across campus. We’d meet her halfway and see where things went from there. Well, we showed up, ten minutes early. Sitting around, Bill joked and teased me.

“She’s not coming man, she saw your picture on facebook and is probably in the next state by now.” His laughter echoed amongst the orange-lit college campus, the artificial pond tinkling in the background. Suddenly, we heard some voices. As we looked up we saw a couple of girls coming towards us.

“Told you she’d come,” I smiled.

“I get the cute one,” Bill said shoving me with his shoulder. I should point out, Bill HAD a girlfriend; a lovely young lady who he’s currently married to.

Natalie was her name, and her friend was Kelly. Natalie informed me Kelly came to kick my ass if I was a weirdo-stalker. It was a silent, awkward meeting. But the silence was soon shattered, as Kelly bent over to throw pebbles at the small water bugs, I picked up a huge rock about the size of my head, and hurled it into the water right before her. The next thing I knew, we were all erupting in laughter, Kelly soaked to the bone. I felt horrible, but couldn’t stop laughing. After that, we decided to call it a night. It was a decent beginning.

Over the next two weeks, Natalie and I would continuously chat online, and as our chats became more and more sexually bodrum escort bayan charged we began to see something in each other, or maybe we really just wanted a good fuck. I became the “best friend” type to Natalie over the next couple weeks, as she moved out of her second semester place that she shared with an older college girl, the semester ended and pretty much everyone went home for the summer.

We continued to talk online, but nothing much happened. Natalie came from a pretty rich family in a small town in Minnesota, her father the CEO of a local bank.

After a grueling summer, I found myself alone in the dorms. Yeah, Brian was still my RA, my best friend, but he was off doing other things and college started being more of a bother to me than an interest. So of course, I started hanging out with Natalie more and more. She had moved into an apartment downtown with her sister; a very nice place, very expensive.

So one night, I decided to gather up the courage and ask her out on a date. She was ecstatic and quickly said yes. Actually, that’s not exactly how that went…

I had been writing sex stories for her, and she loved feeling special like she was the girl in the stories. In so many of my stories I mentioned my one biggest kinky turn-on; the female orgasm. She couldn’t believe that’s what I loved the most. Not blow jobs, not anal sex, not threesomes… beautiful women cumming, that’s what I liked. So, she quickly found out I was a virgin, and deciding to rid me of THAT distinction she set up a little fun time for us.

We were to go to a romantic comedy, Prime. It was supposed to get her juices flowing, and get her into the mood. Well, she showed up…drunk. I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised. She was a partier. But also to my surprise, her twin sister was joining us on this date…with her boyfriend.

The movie, was ok…I guess. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the movie; I was more occupied by the hand in my crotch massaging my throbbing cock. After the movie, I wanted to rush her back to her place and have my way with her. But her sister had other plans, demanding to be taken to Perkins for a midnight snack. So an hour later, we pull into her apartment. Her sister left us alone the second we walked in, I’m sure she knew about the plans.

So I sat down at the dinner table, staring at her Siamese fighting fish as though it was going to give me the wisdom of the world. As if it was going to teach me everything I needed to know about the art of cunnilingus. Nothing happened, but Natalie…sitting in bodrum otele gelen escort the doorway to her bedroom, roaring and ready to go. I simply wanted her to take control, to demand I eat her out, or something, come over and kiss me for fucks sake! I had never been kissed, as horribly cliché and innocent as it seems it WAS true. But no, I was left in the silent darkness of her apartment.

Finally dredging up the courage to take control, I followed her into her room. Where she closed the door behind me. Sitting on her bed, I’m sure I must have looked like the little white mouse that was so gently dropped into the cage of a boa constrictor, unsure of what was going to happen next…but knowing it’s something! She came over and sat beside me on the bed.

“Isn’t there something you wanted to do?” She smiled seductively at me.

“Umm, just like that? Right now?” I asked sheepishly.

“Well, you could kiss me.” Hesitating I leaned in, afraid I was going to lose the chicken fingers I had recently eaten. I pulled away, afraid I wasn’t going to be great. I was afraid I was going to suck and she was going to laugh at me.

She laid back in bed, “Well how are you going to fuck me if you can’t even kiss me?” She laughed.

“Like this,” I leaned forward, giving it all I had. My tongue reached out, lapping at her tongue, finding her tonsils. She took it gracefully, knowing I was new, but that I had promise. She HAD felt my rock hard cock during the movie after all. She knew I wasn’t lying about the 9 inches part. Which to me, was rather small…a fact I still struggle with to this day.

Afterwards, we sat on the bed watching each other anxiously.

“So now what?” I asked.

“Stay here,” she stood up, walking to her closet in complete darkness, closing the door behind her. The light turned on in the closet, casting long shadows across the room. I looked around, excited for what was going to happen next, though I had never been so unsure of anything in my life. The light turned out, I flopped down in the bed, acting like I hadn’t moved an inch.

I heard the door open, then felt her light touch as she crawled across the king sized bed. “Well, come her,” she giggled, grabbing my hand. She led it to the Holy Grail for all teenage boys, though I was a few years late…it was still a wonderful trophy for me. As I felt her hard nipple in my fingers, I twisted it gently, feeling her body rise and fall against my warm sweaty palm.

Her breasts were small, but I liked them just the way they türk bükü escort were. I leaned down, placing my face to her breast; I sat feeling her body warmth before gently licking her erect nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it as she moaned softly. Her hand caressing my back softly, until I sucked hard; I felt her nails dig into the flesh of my back as she cried out in ecstasy.

I caressed and kissed my way between her breasts, spending time on both nipples, kissing and nudging the under-part of each breast. Slowly kissing down her belly, I felt her back arch in anticipation. I moved my hand down to feel where I was going, finding her warm, wet pussy waiting for me. As my hand rubbed through her 20 year old wetness, I heard her gasp ever so softly.

Suddenly, it was all instinct. Like I was born with the knowledge of what to do, I slid down between her legs, kissing both thighs. My lips traced lines softly and slowly down to her toes and back until finally coming to a resting point just below her labia. I could feel her warmth radiating between her legs, I could smell her horniness in the air. My tongue begged to taste her, my fingers itched to touch her, to rub her. After a half hour of teasing her and denying us both, I gave in. Taking one giant lick straight up her slit, she screamed in pleasure as my tongue came to a rest on her hard soaked clit. I felt her nails dig into my back as I sucked and licked all over.

Her slit was glistening in the darkness as I sucked in one labia at a time, taking the time to enjoy her body. I found her clit, exposing it with my hand and licking it softly with the tip of my warm wet tongue. With every lick she would convulse in orgasmic pleasure. My tongue followed her slit down, until I found her opening. Wide open, it begged to be entered. I could feel my cock throbbing against the bed, how badly my penis wanted in her.

My tongue slowly pushed inside her dripping pussy. I reached back, feeling the ridges on the top. I know now I was feeling an indication of her G-Spot, then…I just though to lick it harder and faster. Suddenly, my tongue was racing in and out of her dripping snatch, her back was fully arched, hands grabbing and pulling at my hair, my shirt, and my back. I felt her orgasm coming. It excited me beyond all belief. As my tongue plunged in and out of her, a sudden flood of juices came flowing from her hot pussy. She rocked in orgasm as she screamed and shouted my name.

It was 8:30am when we finished, the day before Thanksgiving Break. I was supposed to be in class taking a test and then on my way home so we could vacation with family. I remember being dropped off at the music building on campus, a huge smile on both of our faces.

“Shall we do this again?” I asked, peeking my head in the truck.

“Please,” she smiled leaning in for a kiss.

As I walked into class, I knew I had started something new. Something that was going to change my life.

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Please note that this story consists of many short chapters, hopefully going live at a fast rate. If you don’t like stories consisting of many short chapters, instead of commenting “The chapters are too short,” just wait until it’s done and read it all at once.

The usual “everybody’s of legal age” caveats apply.

PROLOGUE

“You have me worried,” I said. “Is everything okay?”

Naomi had texted me early this morning, that she needed a ride to East Horton. Right now, even if that meant us being late for school (no big deal, since we were seniors, but still).

“I just need to get to the drug store across the street from the post office,” she said, buckling her seat belt. “You know where it is?”

“Sure, but what’s wrong with the one a block from your house? Why do we have to go two towns over to… Oh,” I said as the penny dropped. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” she said, though without the tone of embarrassment I’d have expected from her. Naomi’s my best friend and I love her, but she’s also very shy and very private. And, the last I’d heard, adamant about keeping her virginity at least for a while.

Well, you know what they say: A friend will give you a ride, a best friend will give you a ride to East Horton to buy a Morning After Pill.

“It just… happened,” she said.

“Um…” I didn’t want to ask the question. “He didn’t, like, roofie you or escort bodrum anything, did he?”

“Oh, no, absolutely definitely not! I think he was more surprised than I was.”

“Okay,” I said. “That’s fine, I just had to ask.”

“Oh, it was so hot,” she said, suddenly speaking in a dreamy voice.

“I’m sure,” I said a bit uncomfortably. Maybe I was a bit jealous, since I didn’t even have a steady boyfriend, but I really didn’t need to know the gory details.

“We were in the park, a little after ten. Just walking. Every once in a while stopping and, you know, kissing. And he always put his hands on my breasts. I’ve been letting him do that the last few weeks and it feels so good, especially now that it’s gotten warmer and I’m wearing t-shirts.”

“You’ve told me,” I said. And even that was normally over-sharing for Naomi.

“But last night I pulled up my shirt enough so he could grab my bare breasts.”

“Oh.”

“I just couldn’t help it.”

“Wait, you weren’t wearing a bra? You always wear bras.”

“When I was getting dressed, I just felt… I needed to leave it off. So I guess that’s why it felt so good, for both of us, the first few times he touched me through my shirt last night.”

I suddenly felt a wave of warmth through my body, unlike anything I’d ever felt before even when making out with a boy or even masturbating, and felt like ripping off my own bra.

“And bodrum escort bayan the next thing I knew we were on the grass, kissing, and his shirt was off too, and I could feel his dick pressing against me, it’s not like I’d never felt it before but fuck it was so hard, and my whole body felt warm, like earlier when I couldn’t stand the thought of putting on a bra…”

“Go on,” I said, concentrating to keep my eyes on the road.

“His hands were down the back of my shorts, then under my panties, and they were both getting pushed down as his hands were working lower and lower… closer and closer to my pussy, I’m sure he could already feel my wetness… and my brain was telling me I wanted to wait at least until I was really serious about a guy, but… it was like primal, if that makes any sense. I needed it so fucking much.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Nobody was around, nobody could see us, I know that now, but I swear I didn’t even look around at the time to make sure. I lifted my ass from the ground, just enough so he knew I wanted him to pull my shorts off. And he did, my shorts and my panties both. My shirt was still pushed up over my breasts, and I pulled it off, leaving me completely naked in the middle of a field, except for my sneakers. I didn’t care, I just wanted it, wanted him.”

I did understand. What was wrong with me? If there was a guy in the car with us, I’d gümbet escort bayanlar have pulled the car over to the curb and climbed into the back seat with him.

“Based on how long it took him to try to get to second be with me, how long it took him to even kiss me, I assumed if we ever did have sex, he’d be slow about it, shy. But he just pushed my legs apart and pounded into me. Thank God I was wet as fuck, but it still hurt, he was so hard, and I cried out, but it was a good hurt. It was pain, but I needed it so much, and I felt like if he stopped, I would die. I came and came, and he came in me and that made me cum again, and he kept at it until he came again, and by then we were both exhausted. Satisfied, but exhausted. I actually started to walk away without remembering to pick up my shirt.”

“Fuck,” I said softly.

“And then… it was like a fever broke. He drove me home, I don’t think we even spoke a word, and I don’t even know where we stand now, whether I ever want to do it again, whether we’re even still dating, it was just so weird. But I woke up this morning, so sore I could hardly dress myself, and realized I’d had a fuckload of unprotected sex, and I better make sure I was covered.”

As if on cue, we pulled up in front of the drug store. I waited in the car as she picked up what she needed and when she came out, she asked “Could you drop me back at my house instead of at school? I’m still exhausted, and sore, and I don’t want to run into… you know…”

“Of course,” I said. I dropped her off at home then instead of going to school myself, I went back to the drug store and bought a box of condoms. It was embarrassing, since I’d never done that before, but somehow I didn’t trust myself and it certainly wasn’t as embarrassing as having to buy a Morning After Pill.

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1862

Storm stared at Skye as she slowly descended down the staircase. She had managed to surprise him again, this time in tight breeches, boots and a tight shirt that molded her full breasts. Her hair was long, loose and tied back.

“What is the point of your choice of dress, sweetie?” Storm asked, admiring her shapely body.

“I can hardly practice dressed in a skirt, can I? Breeches allow me comfort and freedom of movement. They also make it easier for you to pretend I am a man.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Why the devil would I want to pretend that you are a man?”

“So you won’t treat me like a female and coddle me as a weakling.”

She was mistaken if she thought for one instant that he could ever think of her as a man. Those clothes only called attention to the lithe, feminine curves of her legs, hips, and the gentle swells of her breasts.

“You are just doing it to distract me. Maybe even start a scandal,” Storm told her.

She gave a low, delighted laugh. “I confess that you are right. You don’t want a woman who is not independent, who wears dresses all the time. Maybe be scandalous at the same time.”

Storm shook his head. Skye’s scandalous attire didn’t bother him in the least. In fact, he enjoyed it. Finding a woman who was more rebellious in nature than he was, was the best thing that could have happened to him. “You will find that I’m more broadminded than most people. I don’t mind at all at the way you dress and I will not dictate your wardrobe when we are married.”

“I will not wed you, but I’m willing to be your mistress. If I’ll be your mistress, then I have more freedom to leave whenever you grow tired of me, or me growing tired of you. Society would then brand me a Jezebel.”

“I don’t really care about society. You will marry me, Skye. And when we are married, you’ll most likely be called an eccentric. As my wife, you will enjoy much more freedom than you are permitted now as a gorgeous, unmarried young lady. And I can assure you, life with me would not be dull.”

He followed her into the living room, admiring the gentle sway of her derriere. She led him into a large room. The floor was clear of any furniture. The carpet was rolled up.

“Will this do for my lesson?” Skye asked.

“It will do just fine.”

Storm shut the door behind him, turned the key in the lock. This was a rare opportunity to be alone with his unwilling future wife, and he wanted no interruptions. He intended to give her much more than a fencing lesson. For all her passionate nature, she was sexually inexperienced and needed an awakening. Since she was against marrying him in fear that he would turn out like her father, teaching her about pleasure, he thought, would soften her defenses and make her more willing to wed him.

He withdrew a long, slim foil, and let her examine the fencing instrument. Then he showed her the proper position; right arm extended, foil raised, left arm bent upward. Next he demonstrated the basic elements; thrust and parry, feint, riposte, recovery, counter-parry, lunge, and had her practice each technique.

Storm enjoyed touching her frequently. He admired Skye for catching on quickly because of her agility and natural athleticism.

Lastly, he stood opposite her and taught her how to advance and retreat.

“You engage and disengage and try to score a hit while keeping up your defense,” Storm commented.

“I can see that,” Skye replied a little breathlessly. “Your skill is amazing.”

“A little more practice and you will be ready to take me on.”

Skye laughed. “It will take me a long time to be a good match for you.”

She was a match for him already. Not with a foil, of course. But her zest for living, her endearing high spirits, delighted him immensely. It was remarkable, the bond he felt with her after such a short acquaintance.

If she were his wife, he would be able to spar with her regularly, to laugh with her, to tease her and provoke her and challenge her as he was doing now. And he could have her in his bed. It was a highly pleasurable to imagine awakening with her beside him every morning, making love to her slowly and thoroughly. He wanted to take her right now, he thought, gazing down into her beautiful eyes. She was so desirable, he wanted to bury his hands in her waist length hair and back her against the wall and just kiss her until she gave into his demands.

But he would not allow himself. He didn’t want an affair. He wanted her as his wife. No, he intended to leave her a virgin until she was his bride. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t use passion to persuade her to accept his hand in marriage. He wanted more than her surrender, however.

Storm didn’t realize he had gone still until Skye looked up at him. “Is something bodrum escort wrong?” she asked questionably.

“Not at all. But it is time for your next lesson.”

“What lesson?” she asked, her expression a bit wary.

Not replying right away, Storm stepped toward her and took her foil from her, then set both rapiers down on a table. When he turned to stand before her, the need to take her in his arms was almost unbearable.

“I mean to teach you about passion,” he said as he drew Skye against him.

Her breathing catching, she raised her hands to push against his shoulders, but Storm refused to release her.

“Have I mentioned that seeing you in those breeches makes my imagination run wild?”

“What effect has it had?” she asked, her voice nervous and uneven.

“You have aroused me quite painfully,” he said, his gaze locking with hers.

“I most certainly don’t mean to.”

“And you can’t deny that I arouse you.”

Skye opened her mouth to deny it, but closed it again. “Of course you arouse me. You are a renowned lover who can seduce anybody you want.”

His hands moved to her waist and held her flush against him, enjoying the tremors that went through her body. “You are a passionate woman. You are too hot-blooded and intense.”

Her chin lifted. “I think passion is highly overrated.”

“I know you do. But after tonight you won’t.”

Lowering his hands to her hips, he slipped one knee between hers, parting her legs. With a gasp, Skye tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip and pressed her abdomen into his loins.

Deliberately rubbing his thigh against her woman’s mound, he lifted her slightly to make her slide against him. She moaned just before he bent his head and captured her lips.

Skye went rigid at his bold assault, but Storm went on teasing, coaxing, playing, exploring, showing her that he found her mouth special.

After a long moment, he was rewarded when she began to respond ardently, as if she couldn’t help herself. He let himself get swept away by her eagerness, feeling the effects of the kiss. He was breathless as he forcibly drew back.

She stared at him, looking dazed and beautiful, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright.

Pulling her with him, he backed toward a chair that was against the wall and sat down. Then he eased Skye down to straddle his knee.

Her eyes widened, as he opened his shirt to bare his chest, and caught her wrists and placed her palms against his warm flesh.

“Storm…”

“What, my love?”

His gaze dropped to her breasts. He parted the front of her shirt. She wore a camisole beneath, and her nipples were clearly outlined beneath the fine silk.

“You have to stop.”

“We have barely begun.”

Tugging down the edge of the undergarment, he freed the beautiful mounds to his use. Then slowly he brushed his fingertips across the rise of her breasts. The rose-hued crests were erect and tight, begging for his attention, yet he ignored them.

Skye quivered, muscles tensing, and when he cupped her fullness, cradling the weight in his palms, she drew a shuddering breath.

Her heated softness was a sensual delight. He began gently kneading, molding. He loved the feel of her, the enchanting contrast of feminine firmness and softness against his harder flesh.

Her breathing was shallow by the time he circled her nipples with his thumbs. They were highly sensitive. He lifted his fingers and lightly stroked. He lingered on the engorged crests, then plucked at the straining buds, caressing and teasing.

Skye inhaled sharply as his tongue began to lick one nipple. It was hard and tight, and it went even stiffer as he slowly circled it with his tongue, laving it with tender care.

“I have dreamed about doing this for weeks,” he murmured, finally moving his mouth to her other nipple. “Tasting you, suckling you…”

To his delight, Skye was growing hot and restless at his erotic suckling. Evidently wanting more, she twined her fingers into his hair and pulled his mouth even closer.

Giving her nipples a final kiss, Storm drew back to meet her gaze.

She looked at him with longing. “Is that it?” she asked breathlessly.

“No, there is more.” Reaching up, he loosened her hair that was tied at the nape of her neck, letting it cascade over her shoulders. “You look ravishing in your breeches, and the thought of peeling them off you is quite tempting, but regrettably we must do with making love fully clothed.”

“Is that possible?” she asked doubtfully.

“Yes. I will show you.”

He brought his hands to her hips and shifted beneath her, lifting her up and raising his knee so that she slid toward him.

Skye sucked in a shaky breath at gümbet escort the friction, while her hips instinctively rocked against him.

“That’s right, love… ride me.”

Her mouth parted in surprise when she realized what he wanted of her. He drew her even closer so that her naked breasts rubbed against his bare chest.

His hands guiding her, he moved her lower body in a slow deliberate rhythm. She caught on quickly and began to rock on her own accord. She writhed against the hard flesh of his thigh, arching in his arms, which made Storm grip her hips harder.

He wanted her. To drive himself into her, plunging hard and deep. She would be slick and swollen and so incredibly hot.

His chest tightened at the image, while his erection throbbed painfully.

His arms shifted to wrap around her, he found her lips again, his thrusting tongue tangling with hers. Her response was urgent and needy. She opened to him fully, letting him ravish her mouth while he rocked her faster, grinding her woman’s cleft against him.

Skye felt as if her body was on fire. As his thigh moved powerfully against her aching core, her hips surged forward, seeking some unknown relief. She was panting, flushed, feverish with the heat building inside her. The sudden, intense rush of sensation was overwhelming. So much so that the crotch of her pants became wet. She arched convulsively, sinking her nails into Storm’s shoulders. The tide of feeling surged and crashed through her, letting a wild cry burst forth.

When the last shudders quivered through her, Skye collapsed limply against her soon to be lover, her face buried in the curve of his shoulder. Her breasts rose and fell against his naked chest as she tried to make sense of the sensual explosion she had just experienced.

She was amazed by the pleasure. Stunned. Her whole body feeling gloriously hot and exhausted.

She was very wet between her legs. And she was certain Storm knew it. He was holding her in his arms, one hand tenderly stroking her hair. “That was something I will not forget,” she said weakly.

He pressed his lips to her temple and kissed her. “I am more painfully aroused now than I’ve ever been in my life.” He lifted her and sat her down on a chair next to him.

A moment later, he shocked her by unbuttoning his breeches. Skye’s breath faltered when he freed his erect member to her shocked gaze.

“Have I robbed you of speech, my love?”

Skye swallowed. “You are shameless,” she said hoarsely.

“I can be. You will find that I am a virile man.”

Her eyes widened as he cradled the rigid shaft in his palm. She guessed that he was greatly aroused from the way it jutted out, thick, long and swollen.

She had never seen a man’s naked loins before. She could only stare as he lightly stroked himself.

“I would rather you do this for me,” he said, standing to place his chair in front of her.

She remained speechless, as he reached for her ankle, pulled off her boots and peeled off her socks. Lifting her feet onto his lap, then drew it closer to contact his naked flesh.

She sat transfixed, unable to look away. The hot thickness of his manhood felt strangely erotic against her feet.

“Skye,” he said softly. “Come closer.” He pulled his chair closer to her.

She lifted her gaze to his, understanding that he wanted her to tend to him. “You want me to caress you?”

“Yes, very much.” He smiled. “You know how pleasurable it feels when I aroused you, so you can imagine how pleasurable it can be for me when you arouse me. I can see that your crotch is wet from your arousal.”

Her heart started to pound. Without waiting for her, Storm reached for her palm and guided it to his manhood. Skye inhaled a sharp breath as her fingers closed around his hardness, feeling him pulse and leap at her touch.

Keeping a grasp on her hand, he coaxed her to fondle him, letting her cup the sac beneath his manhood, tracing the blunt, velvety head. Demonstrating how to give him pleasure, he began moving her hand slowly up and down, stroking.

“Harder, my sweet. You will not hurt me.”

A thrill raced through her, kindling her senses, igniting a heat inside her. She was inflamed by the feel of him. The moment before his climax, he released her hand and cupped his hand to spurt his seed into it.

He wiped his hand clean with a handkerchief, then rearranged his clothing, covering himself and redoing his breeches.

“Is that it?” she asked.

“Did you want more?”

“Well… yes.” She wanted him to make love to her. He left her aching and hot, her senses on fire.

“You did that on purpose,” she accused him.

“Yes. Now you know what it feels like to be painfully aroused with no konacık escort hope of fulfillment. Which is the state you leave me in constantly.”

He had deliberately aroused her, only to keep her frustrated and hungry and craving for more. “That is hardly fair,” she muttered. “Rather mean, in fact.”

“You have the power to change all that. All you have to do is say you will marry me, and I will be more than happy to satisfy your needs at anytime you wish. Until that time, your virtue is safe with me.”

She didn’t want to remain a virgin. Not after experiencing the stunning passion. She wanted to be his lover. Even if she didn’t want marriage, which she didn’t, she’d rather be his mistress.

“I don’t want marriage. I want you, Storm,” she stated in a low voice. “And I know you want me, too.”

“Yes,” he said simply.

Realizing she might not give in to his proposal, he undressed her, intending to tease her again and leave her unfulfilled. When he had stripped away all her clothes, he stepped back to take in her nakedness. “I have imagined this countless times. How perfect your body would be, how exquisite. How it would feel to make love to you with nothing between us.”

He stepped back to remove his own clothing. Her breath caught as she saw his fully naked body for the first time. Everything about him was perfect. His arousal thrust out thick and swollen.

Skye sucked in a sharp breath as their bodies touched. He felt wonderful. Her senses came alive. His erection pulsed and strained against her abdomen. She pressed her body against him, wanting to be closer.

“No, keep still and let me pleasure you,” Storm murmured. “Lay down.”

She lay on the bed and let him have his way, but it wasn’t easy to remain still as he stroked her, his hands lightly wandering over her skin. Her nipples hardened and when his palms barely brushed over the pouting buds, a fire kindled inside her and flowed downward to her female center.

His hands left her breasts and tangled in her hair, holding her head as his lips kiss the underside of her throat before moving over her jaw to her cheekbone. Then, slowly settled his lips over hers.

She was grateful when his hand returned to her breasts. Her nipples were aching and throbbing, when he rolled one between his thumb and forefinger, fiery sensations pulsed inside her, throbbing through her belly.

Then he cupped her smooth mound in one hand. One hand stayed at her breast and took the peak into his mouth, suckling, laving with his hot tongue. Then he trailed his mouth down to her abdomen.

Skye burned where his lips pressed, but she went rigid when his hands gently held her legs apart, exposing her to his touch.

“Easy,” Storm murmured. “I won’t hurt you.” Then he set his lips on her soft flesh, kissing her feminine center, making Skye gasp.

Storm lapped at her slowly, teasing the folds of her cleft in deep strokes, sending lashes of heat to the very core of her. He savored her, first long and slow, then more intense. His tongue alternately delicate and butterfly light, then firm, rough and urgent.

Her breathing grew increasingly ragged, racing with her heart at the erotic stimulation. Her body getting increasingly aroused, the pleasure sharp. Storm prolonged the delicious torture until Skye was faint with bliss. By then her clit was so distended and engorged, that it resembled a mini version of a man’s erection. Thrashing beneath his mouth, she gave in with fierce abandon. It was too much… to hot, too intense, too overwhelming. She bucked and cried out, reeling from the intense orgasm.

When the sensations finally receded, she became aware that he had stretched out beside her again and was watching her. Then he reached out to pull her closer, fitting her body to his. He held her like that for a while, his lips tenderly kissing her face. She felt his erection pressing against her belly, yet he made no move to seek his own release.

“Don’t you… intend to do more?” Skye asked, wanting him to continue.

“Not now,” he murmured. “I want to, believe me. I want nothing more than to stay here with you and make love to you all night long, to show you that lovemaking can be even better when it is fully consummated. But I won’t until you agree to marry me.”

“I can attend to you… if you wish,” she asked shyly.

“No. I would rather wait for the real thing, Skye.

“But I’m not satisfied, Storm. I feel… incomplete somehow.”

“I am satisfied for now. I wanted you to know passion, sweetheart, so you will know what you are missing by not marrying me.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. I still don’t plan on marrying you.”

“Damn it, Skye. Why are you so set against marrying me?”

“I told you why.”

“Because of your parents’ hostile marriage. That doesn’t mean ours will be.”

When his hand slid lower, Skye pulled away. She quickly got dressed and left, leaving him to think about his courtship with her.

He will not give up on her. He will show her that he was not like her father, or any other man who mistreated and abused women.

To be continued…

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Every time he pushed the send button on a slightly cheeky text to Abby, his heart fluttered and he hesitated a moment. Abby’s emotions stirred each time she received such a text from Sean and felt her heart race when she sent back a slightly more playful reply. But these were few and far between and often one or the other would leave it at that.

The problem was that Sean and Abby had been in an on-again-off-again type relationship all through university and now that they had graduated and were working, things had gotten to the point where they had more or less fallen into the dreaded “just good friends” zone. Both particularly fancied each other but Sean had always hesitated to go further and Abby had been waiting for Sean to act, unsure of making the first step. But ultimately, while good friend, more and more so they both wanted things to be more serious.

Abby had been thinking about the situation for a week or two when she finally decided that it was time she made the first move and push things a little harder. But the idea of simply telling Sean that she wanted more didn’t seem like the best option as she had talked with him about it previously and he seemed to back away. So the push would need to be more than words. And it was while thinking along those lines an idea sprung to mind; a push-up bra.

Abby had a great body. While not athletic, she looked after herself and had maintained a fit figure. Her gentle curves were well complimented by her stunning breasts, which she considered her best feature after her eyes and smile which seemed to beam happiness to all whom she talked to at the same time they could melt guys when she gave them a seductive look. But when she wore a push-up bra, her breasts were well and truly the centre of most guys’ attention.

So she called Sean and invited him and a few of their friends to go out to a club for the evening for some drinks and fun.

“Sounds great. Everyone can park their cars at my house and we can bus it to the club from here.” Sean suggested in reply to her invitation.

Later that night, a few friends had already arriving at Sean’s when Abby turned up. Sean’s mouth almost dropped open when he saw her. She was wearing a light red dress which had a neckline which plunged at the front. Coupled with the push-up bra she had on, the result was her breasts seemed to jump from her dress and the fine gold necklace she had on seemed to be disappear escort bodrum into the spectacular cleavage she was displaying.

“Oh wow Abby, you look amazing!” Sean stammered while unable to draw his gaze from her boobs.

“Excellent,” she thought, “I’ve definitely got his attention.”

When the last couple arrived, they all left for the club which was only a short bus trip from Sean’s house.

As the night wore on and they had all had a few drinks, Abby keep giving Sean playful smiles and making cheeky comments. Before long, she asked him to come dance with her on the increasingly crowed dance floor.

Sean’s heart hadn’t stopped racing from when he first saw Abby at his house. What had he been waiting for? He wondered. He could see that she was flirting with him like crazy so he decided it was time he started to push things a bit harder himself.

On the dance floor the two were dancing very close with the crowd pushing in on them. Abby put her arms around his head which pushed her breasts up towards his face and she continued to dance suggestively while giving him the most erotic look he’d seen. He stepped closer and began to push against her body, feeling her soft breasts against him. She reciprocated the grinding and soon the two were allowing their hands to explore each other’s bodies as they moved in time with the music.

“A final push is needed,” Abby thought so she moved in and kissed him passionately. He didn’t need any further encouragement as the two continued to dance while embracing and kissing deeply.

“How about we go head back to my place for some quiet drinks” Asked Sean.

Abby bit her lip seductively as she agreed before they joined the others and told them they were heading off. Everyone else wanted to go to as their cars were back at Sean’s house which meant the two found themselves having to mingle with the others all the while they were barely able to keep their eyes of each other. It seemed to be taking an eternity for everyone to leave which only heightened their excitement and anticipation.

As the numbers present began to drop, Abby brushed passed Sean deliberately pushing her breasts against his arm. He smiled and hugged her as he sat back in a chair with her sitting on his lap. She could feel his hard cock pushing into her thigh and she could scarcely stay composed as the last few of their turgutreis escort friends said goodnight and left.

The sound of the door closing had barely finished when Abby spun around and the two started kissing and embracing each other with desperation. Sean’s hands slid up Abby’s thighs and caressed her arse as she ran her hands down his chest and felt for his hard cock through his pants.

Abby had pushed things to this point so Sean wanted to be the one to go the next step. He picked her up and, while still kissing intensely, he cared her to his bedroom and almost threw her on the bed before climbing on top of her, his hands on the palms of hers which were stretched out above her head, holding her down as he kissed her deeply again.

He then ran one of his hands gently up her leg, feeling the soft warmth coming from her body as he slipped it up under skirt and up to find one of her ample breasts. She moaned softly as he caressed her body while tenderly kissing her neck and ear.

He paused his touching and slowly and smoothly slipped the dress up over Abby’s head and he smiled with amazement as he took in the sight of her beautiful body. Embracing her again, he moved his hand underneath her back to unclasp her bra as she began to unbutton his shirt and again allow her hands to slide over his muscular chest. When he had undone her bra, Abby rolled over so she was on top of him and allowed the lacy straps to fall over her shoulders and finally release her tits which now hung just above Sean’s face. He reached up and took each one in his hands before slowly taking one of her small but firm pink nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Abby moan loudly as the sexual pleasure seemed to explode through her body at his touch. She could have almost climaxed just from the stimulation she was receiving but she wanted more.

Moving herself down his body, causing Sean to release his grasp of her tits, Abby stared straight into his eyes as she undid his pants and slipped them down his legs along with his underwear. She gasped to herself in excitement as she saw his erect member, the tip glistening slightly with the smallest drops of precum visible.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply as Abby took his cock into her mouth, gently sliding her lips over it while teasing the head with her tongue. Moving with deep and bodrum escort quickening strokes of her head, she continued to suck on him while he moved his hips up to meet her downward motion. The pleasure he was feeling was incredible as she continued to work his cock.

But after on a minute or two, Abby stopped and stood up. Sliding her panties off, she spun around so her pussy was just above Sean’s face. He could only manage to gasp at the sight of her beautiful naked body and the sight of her pussy so close to his face was incredible. Her soft brown bush, neatly trimmed but still natural looking, seemed to point to the now slightly parted and puffy lips of her pussy. As he gently pulled her lips apart with this fingers, he could see and feel the moisture that was building.

Abby started sucking on Sean’s cock once more with quicker speed and stronger sucking. She wanted to make him come, to feel him pulse as she came at the same time. Sean sensed her intensity rise so he pulled her pussy down onto his face, plunging his tongue as deep into her as he could. He continued to eat her has he used one hand to quickly rub her clit in a small circular motion.

Abby’s mind was a blur. The feelings that seemed to shoot from her waist all through her body caused her to spasm with pleasure. At times she couldn’t keep on giving attention to Sean’s cock as she concentrated on her own feelings of arousal. She could feel the tightness within her building, feel the pleasure increase and she knew she wasn’t far off orgasm.

“Yes, keep licking my pussy.” She cried. “I’m going to come. Please come at the same time as me?”

That encouragement was more than enough for Sean. He could feel his balls tightening as he drew closer to release.

“Oh yes baby, I’m going to come!” he called out before flicking his tongue across her clit as fast as he could.

Abby felt her pleasure peak and her body jolted as she came on his face. Her legs tensing and muscles contracting as she moaned and groaned while the orgasm took over. Sean’s cock began to pulse in her mouth and she felt the first shot of warm cum explode out. She continued to suck his cock as he groaned while his cum flooded her mouth. She swallowed it all and continued sucking as he also spasmed underneath of her.

“Oh my god, that was amazing Abby!” Sean managed to say between deep breaths.

“How about next time you push things a bit harder and we go to the next step?” she replied smiling as she turned and laid down next to him.

“I guess sometimes all we need is a bit of a push” he replied as he smiled back and kissed her once more.

The two embraced and fell asleep, the thought of ‘next time’ enough to ensure they both had more than pleasant dreams.

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Around the time the sky goes black and the wind whistles like a biker gang of banshees I go from a guy concerned about getting a bit nippy to wondering how long I can make my food last.

The weather forecast promised a week of clear, if cold, skies for my solo winter camping trip.

It got cold right if nothing else.

The place I’d chosen to camp was in a shallow bowl between three hills, all of them covered in thick stands of conifers. Sheltered from the wind and not in danger of avalanches.

In theory anyway.

As the wind picks up, I double check my tent stakes and anchor chords I’d tied to nearby trees. Not the roomiest accommodations. The label said three-person tent. That might be true, but only if those three people didn’t mind spooning. Pretty roomy, considering I’d carried the thing from my car.

I could be stuck here for an uncomfortably long time.

Again, I consider trying to make it back to the parking lot. It’d be five miles of steep trail with poor visibility. Not a lot of snow falling yet, but the wind-tossed flurries are making it hard to see.

It’s beautiful. Curtains of pure white waving and dancing through the deep green of the trees.

Beauty that might get me killed.

There’s no cell signal up here. I can’t check how bad the storm is.

Does it matter though? It’s already bad enough what little mountain man knowledge I have is screaming to bunker down. I’ve got food, there’s plenty of fuel all around. All my winter gear is rated for 30 degrees F colder than I was expecting.

I’m stuck till this thing blows over. So I’ve got that at least.

About this time I start regretting going solo.

Not that I had a lot of options there. Not a whole lot of people in the first place interested in winter camping like this. Add in the difficulties a social anxiety disorder slapped on meeting new people, and the list of friends I had who’d freeze their butts of with me had between none and zero people on it.

That I picked one of the least hiked trails in my area I can’t blame anything for except myself.

At least my roommate knows to call the ranger station if I’m not back in four days.

I can survive four days.

Probably.

Before the weather gets worse I tie up some guide cords, rope to hang onto incase I need to leave my tent in whiteout conditions.

I’m running a line from my tent to the trail when I see her.

She’s jogging down the trail with the step of someone pushing it too hard, eyes wide and tired, brunette ponytail tossing in the wind. She only has a small day pack, and in only leggings and a form fitting fleece jacket, she’s clearly not dressed for the plummeting temperatures or the falling wet snow.

I’ve seen her up here a few dozen times, but we’ve never spoken. Not only because I don’t want to be that creep but also because every time I’ve seen her she’s sped past me.

“Hey!” she gasps, coming to a stop, “do you know how much farther to the trail-head?”

‘Five miles,” I say. Fortunately I’ve got enough adrenaline still pumping from realizing I’m stuck up here that my anxiety from meeting a stranger is shutting up for the moment.

‘Damn,” she says, hands going to her knees, looking up at me with eyes of chocolate brown. “Storm came out of nowhere.”

I stand there feeling profoundly awkward, even as another gust bites through my coat. What exactly is the social etiquette for this situation? Nothing comes to mind, so I opt for the safe: “How far have you been running?”

“Ten miles to the end of the valley,” she says, eyeing my screen, “then ten back. So, 15 right now?”

It’s my turn to swear, “Damn.”

She smiles. Even though it’s a tired grin it makes my heart skip a beat. Though it’s an annoying place for my thoughts to turn in the middle of this emerging emergency, I can’t help but notice how strikingly beautiful she is. The sweat running down her neck, the way the muscles in her legs crease her leggings. She’s lithe and feminine and powerful, even on the brink of exhaustion.

“This,” she says, “is not good.”

“I’d reached that conclusion five minutes ago,” I agree, “and I’ve got around 30 pounds more survival equipment than you do. Think you can make it back? Just running?”

She bites her lip, “All it would take is one slip.” She takes her phone off of a clip on her waist, “Damn,” she curses again, “No signal. I mean, figures, but damn. You had any better luck?”

I shake my head.

She bites her lip again, looking between me and my tent, avoiding my gaze.

The solution here is obvious, but I can’t bring myself to verbalize it. Even though she’ll most likely freeze to death if she doesn’t stay with me, the awkwardness and forwardness of the proposal ties my tongue. I have to say something though. She’s not dying because bodrum escort bayan a little anxiety kept me offering a port in a literal storm.

“Okay, look,” we both say at the same time.

Awkward silence.

Howling wind.

She shivers.

I blush.

She blushes.

“You first,” we both say, again at the same time.

I push onward, “Okay, look, I don’t have a whole lot of space, but if you’re okay with that, you know, you could stay here. And not die.”

Smooth. So smooth.

Kill me now.

She laughs, “I was gonna say, it’s pretty dangerous being up here alone. So really I’m the one doing you a favor if I stay.”

I raise an eyebrow, “Of course, because you weren’t also alone.”

“Well, I was. But it’s not dangerous for me to be alone, I’m too awesome for that.”

That gets a chuckle from me, “Won’t catch me arguing with that, miss twenty-mile trail run. You got anything dry to change into? That sweat might kill you, awesomeness or no.”

“I do,” she says, “though it’s on the lighter side. By which I mean a tank-top. You wouldn’t happen to have-?”

I nod towards the tent, “Sweatpants and sweater inside the main pocket of my pack.”

She gives a long sigh of relief through chattering teeth, “You’re a life saver.”

“Happy to help,” I say. “What’s your name?”

“Ashley,” she says. “You?”

“John,” I answer.

Somewhere between unzipping the tent door for Ashley because her hands are shaking too bad and turning my back so she can change inside without me leering through the canvas it starts to sink in that shortly I will be inside that small canvas space with her.

That thought alone is enough to spread a tightening sensation through my groin, even with the cold wind whipping all around. A sensation I press down. Dealing with this will be hard enough without extra input from that department.

“Um, John?” Ashley calls.

“Ya?” I answer.

“So, I’m, uh, still shivering. A lot.”

I can hear her teeth chattering from here.

“The storm is only going to get worse,” she continues, “so if there isn’t anything else you need to see to, it would probably be a good idea if you, ah, got in here. So we can get to the sharing body heat bit. So I don’t die.”

More tightening downstairs.

I take a deep breath, thinking about ice in my pants. Not the most difficult thing given the circumstance.

“Be right in,” I say.

Maneuvering inside the tent with the two of us is half balancing act half prolonged awkward moment. Stripping off my coat and snow pants without getting everything wet is an event.

And of course, there’s only one sleeping bag.

Not that it matters. Sharing body heat is the point.

Still shaking, she holds up the top half of the bag so I can slide in.

The heat of her body is immediate and all around me. There’s nowhere for me to move, no way to shift so less of us is touching. Not with the canvas of the bag constricting us.

I can’t help it, the tightening in my groin becomes an urgent pressure as my penis swells with blood.

I see stars when she wiggles back, pressing her ass against my erection.

My breath catches, fireworks spreading in a crackling wave from my hips outward, followed by a wave of embarrassment.

Can she feel me?

I’m not super big, and my boxers are tight enough that normally I’m not afraid of people seeing an erection. Not that I’ve had that many in public since I was a younger teenager.

This though. This is not public. This is an extremely attractive girl’s butt nestled up against me.

I’ve never been so aroused and embarrassed at the same time in my life.

Then she pulls my arms around her, just brushing the underside of her breasts through her borrowed sweater.

She isn’t wearing a bra.

Which tracks. She had to change out of everything wet. Who brings a spare sports bra on a run?

Which makes me wonder what-if anything- she has on under those sweatpants.

Her hands are ice cold though, which helps me drag my mind out of the gutter. I fold them in mine, tight against her stomach. They’re soft but strong.

She shivers again, her rock-hard abs spasming beneath my fingers, “Sorry. Don’t think I quite realized how much trouble I was in till I stopped moving. Hope you don’t mind the hand-holding.”

“No worries,” I say, realizing after the fact that I had breathed on her ear. I turn my head before continuing, “I’d rather you shiver than freeze. I’d rather not have a corpse to explain to the police later.”

That gets a soft giggle, “Can’t have that.”

Outside the wind picks up even more, howling and whistling, shaking the roof of the tent.

“Seriously, thanks,” she says, raising her voice so gümüşlük escort I can hear over the wind, “I’d be in a lot of trouble if I was still out there. And thanks for not making this weird. I’m, uh, kinda glad I ran into you rather than some of the other types that come up here.”

I almost say ‘my pleasure’ out of reflex, but decide that’s exactly the kind of thing she’s thanking me for not doing. I need to get ahold of myself. “Happy to help.”

If only I could get my erection to go down.

Another shiver, the heat and immediacy of her body shifting against mine, the smell of her hair filling my nostrils, her hands tightening in mine.

It’s going to be a long night.

“So,” she says, teeth chattering, “come up here often? This trail I mean. I think I’ve seen you a few times.”

I latch onto the offered conversation, desperate for a distraction. “You mean you’ve lapped me a few times. And I usually only go four miles. I’ll admit it’s a little disheartening to have to someone pass you on the way up and on the way down.”

She shakes her head, which to me looks like a ponytail swishing back and forth under her beanie, “Not a whole lot of people who can do four on this trail. I’m a bad person for a comparison.”

“Because you’re so awesome?”

“Now you’re getting it.”

I’m getting an increasing impression that she could snap me in half if I tried anything.

Which somehow only makes me more attracted to her.

I force myself to take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“You okay back there?” she asks.

“Ya, you know, just trying to keep a level head. Not how I expected this weekend to go.”

She squeezes my hands, “You picked a perfect spot. You would’ve been fine even without me. Now we’ve got double the body heat to fill this sleeping bag.”

We talk for what feels like hours while the storm picks up around us. Eventually she stops shivering, the outside temperature stops dropping, and while I never fully relax downstairs, I calm down enough that it’s no longer a constant effort to control myself.

It’s still torture, but torture with an edge of sweetness. Especially as we connect more and more over our life stories. She’s an anthropology grad student, keeping in shape for excursions to remote and exotic locales. I’m a geology undergrad, doing my damndest to get into paleontology rather than getting stuck working for an oil tycoon. It’s not too long before I start cooking up ways to ask her out once we get off the mountain, especially once she lets slip that she’s single.

I must fall asleep at some point because the next thing I know it’s pitch black.

There’s a moment of disorientation, I’m not sure where I am or who I’m pressed up against. My erection is rock hard and throbbing and pressed against something that is somehow both steely and soft at the same time.

Then I remember. I can still hear the wind outside, but it seems to have died down a lot. The woman I’m spooning is Ashley.

Also, my right hand is trapped under Ashley’s, pressed against her breast, her nipple hard even through her borrowed sweater.

She murmurs, shifting in her sleep, pressing her butt against my raging erection.

I’m breathing hard without meaning to, my heart pounding in my chest.

It takes everything I have not to squeeze that breast, not to lean the barest bit forward and kiss her neck, not to pull her sweatpants down and see if there’s anything else in the way.

What do I do?

I need to move my hand. Get it off that nipple stabbing my palm. Need to pull back. Get my erection away from her ass.

What if she wakes up though? Catches me red handed? No way she did this intentionally. Will she buy that I didn’t either?

Soon it won’t matter though. Either I get some distance or I’m going to do something stupid.

I force a slow, deep breath, trying to focus though the haze of desire.

I inch back, creating a finger’s breadth of space. I think I pull a muscle in my self-control center, but I manage it. I’ve got this.

Then she wiggles back, pressing my dick between her ass cheeks.

I see stars.

My breath comes more ragged.

Seemingly of its own volition, my ass flexes, pushing my groin tighter against her butt.

She presses back, a soft sigh escaping her lips, her hand tightening over mine, pressing my palm against her nipple.

I can’t help it, I push back, rubbing against her.

She moves with me. We’re grinding against each other, her breath accelerating, her heart hammering against my chest through her shoulder-blades.

She’s awake.

Then my lips are at her neck, sucking at her skin.

She moans, so soft I almost don’t hear it over the wind.

The space between my mumcular escort legs is fire, my rod burning as it tries in vain to penetrate through my thermals and her sweatpants, the increasing heat from her center urging me on.

Somehow my left hand ends up under her sweater, fingers tracing across her abs as she smashes my right hand against her breast. My thumb and pointer finger catch her nipple through the fabric, squeezing it.

Now both of us are panting like animals in heat. Her free hand grabs my left, pulling it up under the sweater until my palm cups her left breast. The contact is like lightening racing up my arm.

Even in the pitch dark it’s like my vision goes red, desire surging through every vein in my body.

Both my hands are under her sweater now, kneading her breasts, squeezing her diamond hard nipples.

Her hands leave mine, and for a moment I’m worried I’ve done something wrong. Then I feel them again at my hips.

My breath catches as she pulls my thermals and boxers down, the elastic band catching on my pulsing dick.

I act on instinct, wiggling to try to help her get them down while I press her torso to me, licking up her neck, tweaking her nipples.

Then my boxers are around my knees, one less layer of cloth between me and her.

She presses back against me, shocking me with the feeling of bare skin against my erection, blazing with heat. When did she get her sweatpants off?

The question vanishes as she wiggles upward, my dick slipping between legs, sliding along the wet lips of her labia.

I stop breathing, clutching her to me, dick twitching against her heat.

She shifts again, letting out a shuddering breath, wet lips gliding along my shaft, her thighs grazing my swollen head, ripping a moan out of me.

My hips twitch and we’re grinding against each other again, but this time with no clothes between us. It’s like the fire all over me, from my fingers to my throbbing heart to my curling toes.

I thrust harder and she gasps, lifting her butt away from my hips. The she presses back down and my dick, arched towards my bellybutton, catches in something wet and hot, something between her legs.

We both freeze.

In that instant the lust raging in me is too much for me to move, almost too much to think. I get out a single word, moaning a question into her ear:

“Ashely?”

‘John,” she sighs, voice so thick with want I can taste it.

With a shudder from head to foot, I press into her vagina.

Stars form and burst behind my eyes as her walls almost suck me in, her lips almost tugging me closer. The wet heat of her vagina is everywhere, like my entire being is confined to the single blazing rod I pierce her with.

In a moment that lasts both an eternity and instant my hips meet her ass.

I’ve bottomed out.

Ashley’s hands curl back, grabbing my hair as I clutch at her breasts, consumed by the need to both be in her and to move.

She flexes, raising her hips up a few inches, sliding her walls along my shaft, clutching at the swollen head of my penis.

Something breaks inside me and my hips spasm, shoving me back up inside her.

Somewhere in my testosterone poisoned head it dawns.

I’m inside her.

I’m fucking Ashley.

Our hips thrash as one, desperate, longing. I slide out and in, the muscles at the base of my penis twitching without an orgasm, flexing my rod inside her.

Ashley moans with every thrust, her hands now entwined with mine over her breasts.

Without meaning to I’m moving faster and faster, desperate to envelop every inch of me in her heat.

Every moan of hers makes me more crazy, more frantic. On instinct I drop a hand from her breast, sweeping between her legs.

She’s boiling, her clit swollen like her nipples. My fingers brush it, rubbing the bud in a quick circle.

Ashely gasps, back arching, slamming down on my rod. Her interior walls ripple, clenching down like a slippery white-hot vice.

That does it. Deep inside me, my own muscles contract, bulging my rod still larger, sending orgasmic waves of pleasure shuddering through me, ripping a ragged moan from my spent lungs, molten cum spurting out, filling Ashley, my penis pulsing like a second heartbeat, tingles of pure joy scintillating from my hips out to my arms and legs.

Ashley shudders once last time, pulling my arms around her.

In the darkness our thundering hearts slow as we lay spent, my chest heaving against her heaving shoulders. Outside the wind murmurs, rustling the roof of our tent. A breath of cold air seeps in, sending a chill over our sweaty bodies. Ashely gropes with one hand, zipping the bag shut again, sealing us tight against each other.

Somewhere in the back of my head the worries sprout, not knowing where this is going, what Ashely expects. The rest of me is too overwhelmed to listen, floating in a cloud of bliss.

I nuzzle Ashley’s neck and she hums with contentment. Soon her breathing levels out, the soft sounds of an easy sleep. I drift off minutes later, caught in a current of exhaustion and satisfaction, worries snowed under till tomorrow.

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This is Part 2 of my story of seducing a friend of mine. This is basically about two boys discovering each other’s bodies for the first time.

The next day, as usual we got up for our run. He just kept looking away all the time. He wouldn’t meet my eyes at all. Finally when the day ended and we were alone, he mustered up enough courage to tell me that we should not do this again.

I just smiled and said OK. I then told him point-blank that I will do that again to him this night as well and if you really mean to make me stop – you won’t let me go ahead. Just as I predicted, the next night too was spent in me pleasuring him with my hands and he didn’t stop me. After he finished I whispered to him asking him if we want to take this a notch further. At first he was just too dazed to respond and then finally he slowly started to smile. His smile kept getting bigger and bigger and finally he started to laugh.

I couldn’t help myself and I started to laugh as well. Finally after about 15 minutes, he conceded. He told me he “didn’t mind” what I was doing to him. I told him I wanted to take a shower and I wanted him to join me. He tagged along. We took off our clothes, right down to our undies. I guess we were still bashful enough to keep our undies on. We both stood under bodrum escort the shower and looking at each other giggling and no clue what to do ahead. He then started describing this XX movie he had seen with some of his class mates where there is a similar shower scene and the girl starts to kiss the boy on his neck, chest and all over his body. I took that as a hint and kissed him on his neck, then on his neck again under his chin and as we were kissing our hips touched. He pulled my hips closer – close enough that our cocks were rubbing against each other thru our undies. Both of us were in white undies, so things had become quite transparent under the shower.

I kept kissing him on his neck, shoulders, chest going down until I reached his belly button. I played around with his belly button for a while with my tongue and slowly went down to his briefs. I was going completely on instinct now. I started to run my tongue along the waistline of his briefs and by now he was moaning out aloud. I started to gently caress his cock with my hands as I kept kissing his hips. That’s when I noticed his cock was throbbing. I was just fascinating to sit there on my knees and see that. I slowly put my hands on his waist and tried to pull his undies off. bitez escort I really and I mean really wanted to see that cock of his throb free on his undies. But he stopped me saying that was going too far. But by then I was like a tiger who had tasted blood. I looked up at him and asked (or rather whispered) for him to trust me.

He still had his reservations, but he slowly allowed me to pull his briefs off him…I slid them down till his knees and looked up. Sure enough there was his rigid and erect cock literally jumping up and down. I gently put my hand on it caressing it as gently as possible. He was moaning loud enough to wake up people in the room next door. So I reached up and turned up the water, hoping it would drown some of his moans.

I don’t know why, but almost by instinct started kissing the tip of his raging cock and gently wrapping my lips around it. I wrapped my lips around the head and gently sucked on it. I kpet all my attentions to just the head of his rock hard cock. It was as though for that moment my entire universe was centered on the head of his swollen and raging cock.

He was by now leaning back on the bathroom wall for support and his palms were banging on the wall moaning. He was bodrum merkez escort literally begging me not to stop. Suddenly he pulled himself out and turned away from the wall…screaming and I saw his hips bucking up and down…I for a moment could not believe my eyes that someone could orgasm so hard.

He almost collapsed on the shower room floor and I just hugged him tight with the water cascading down on us until he recovered. We went back to the bed still dripping and got into bed naked. We lay there side by side wide eyed. Finally he started to caress my face and stroke my hair. I moved in closer and kissed him softly on the lips. He blushed at first and slowly allowed me to kiss him more. Finally his hands slid down between my legs caressing me. He kept stroking me as we kept kissing. I kept moaning slowly as I felt his warm hands caressing me between my legs and finally ending with a satisfied sigh.

Basically those 10 days we had left, we somehow found a way to be alone even for 15 minutes and pleasure each other. Once we went back to school. We kind of made sure we met during each lunch break to be alone with each other in the school bathroom. Sometimes we could find alone time sometimes we could not. It just meant that our next meeting would be that much more intense.

We were on and off for almost a year. After that he and his family got transferred to another state and he had to leave. Of course our last time together was again in the shower. We pleasured each other off until we both literally could not stand up straight. And then they left the next morning.

– The End –

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Her name was Luann, and before I ended up sitting beside her at the bar of the Madison Grill on an early Friday afternoon, I had never seen her before, even though we worked in the same office complex down the street.

If I had ever seen her before that, I would have remembered her, trust me on that. Not because she was incredibly attractive, because to be honest, Luann wasn’t, at least not to the average red-blooded American man. Then again, I’m not average. My tastes run contrary to most guys, and that isn’t an apology, just a fact.

So when I looked over that the woman on my left that day, who was talking to a bunch of co-workers who had come to the tavern for a liquid lunch, I wasn’t bowled over by her breasts, which appeared on the small end of the spectrum – nice but not remarkable in any way.

It wasn’t her eyes, because I hadn’t even seen them yet because she was facing the other way much of the time, and she was wearing glasses as well. Luann’s complexion showed faint traces of acne scars from the past, although she was at least 10 years beyond her teens.

What captivated me was resting on the edge of the bar, and once I glanced over at Luann’s arm I lost all interest in the TV. The subtitles of Judge Mathis no longer mattered to me, once my eyes went to that slender arm with the elbow resting on the mahogany.

The skin was pale, even though it was summer, and that suggested to me that Luann probably seldom wore short sleeves or sleeveless clothing. I knew the reason for that, even though at that point I hadn’t spoken to her young woman yet.

The reason Luann kept her arms covered much of the time was the fact that her arms were hairy. Not covered with thick and coarse fur, but graced with a downy growth of what looked to be soft and fine hair, and black as hair could be, starkly contrasting to the milky white skin below it.

From her bony wrist, right up her forearms and above, where the sleeve that went down to her bicep blocked by view, the long hairs fluttered with every movement she made. Even the air currents made the down billow, and as I stared at her I could feel my erection drooling into my underwear, assuring the skin would be fused to the cotton before long.

I wanted to touch her so badly – just to rest my hand on her arm and let my palm slide up her arm – that it almost would have been worth getting cursed out, or even arrested. Instead, I sat and had another beer while Luann talked to the group of people around her.

The group had shrunk as the lunch hour passed, and now that Judge Mathis had been replaced by Judge Joe Brown, Luann only had one person left with her. I stared at the rather plain woman, trying to telepathically send the message that I wanted to convey.

I’m probably old enough to be your father, I wanted to tell her, and I’m not all that great looking myself, but I find you fascinating. That little faux sideburns – that down that swirls around your ear – looks adorable.

Are you hairy all over? I suspect you are, and you’re probably embarrassed by it. I’ll bet you have a lot of hair between your legs, a thick and wild bush that probably grows high and wide as well as down between your legs up to the ass. Maybe your asshole is hairy as well.

That’s okay with me, I wanted to tell her. Some of us – maybe not a lot of men, and women too – like hair, and the sight of it doesn’t turn us off. Just the opposite.

Do you shave your legs and underarms? You’re wearing slacks so I can’t tell, but I suspect you do. The short sleeves stop me from seeing your armpits, and I haven’t been able to look up them when I tried, but I suspect you probably do. Too bad, but I understand.

Just then, Luann’s last comrade went to the restroom, and when she spun back to facing the mirror behind the bar to finish her drink, I cleared my throat and actually spoke to this stranger. I think it was me talking, although the Sam Adams may have helped in this totally uncharacteristic move on my part.

“Excuse me,” I said. “I’ve been sitting her beside you for about an hour, and I just wanted to tell you that you have the most incredible arms I remember seeing.”

The reaction I got from this stranger was not what I expected. A slap, a “fuck off” or just being ignored were all within the realm of possibility, but none were what I got, After the initial surprised look I got when she noticed for the first time that I was sitting beside her, her eyes blazed for a second, and then she looked hurt.

“You aren’t funny,” she said curtly, turning away from me and back to her drink.

“No no no,” I said quickly, since it was clear that she assumed I was being a wise-ass. “I’m sorry. I mean that really. Please don’t take it wrong.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” I said. “I was out of line, but I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you all this time, and I had to tell her how beautiful I thought you were.”

“I really wasn’t trying to be funny,” I continued, probably looking as crushed as the stranger had been after she took my comment the wrong way. “I’m just bağcılar escort an old man with a big mouth, but I meant what I said. Sorry.”

“That’s okay,” Luann said, and as she spoke she ran her hand over her forearm, probably self-consciously without really realizing it. “Some people…”

“I know,” I said. “I understand completely.”

“My name is Luann, and it’s my birthday,” she said, offering her hand, and I clasped it in my own.

“I’m Jim. Happy birthday, Luann” I said. “I didn’t mean to ruin it for you. Can I at least buy you a drink to celebrate the occassion?”

“Well, I was going to head home,” Luann said, looking up at the clock.

“That’s okay,” I mumbled. “That wasn’t a come-on line or anything. You’ve probably got celebrating to do.”

“No,” Luann said. “This – this is it. This is my party.”

Luann’s co-worker came back from the bathroom and told her she had to get back to the salt mine.

“I’m staying here,” Luann announced. “Thank everybody for me. I’m taking the rest of the day off.”

“Guess I’ll take you up on that birthday drink after all Jim,” Luann said as she turned back towards me, and that was how the best afternoon I had in a long time began.

An hour and a half later, Judge Joe Brown had bit the dust, along with Nancy Grace, and with Judge Judy getting ready to begin, Luann and I were still there having a great time, or at least I was.

Being better at getting other people to open up than talking myself, I managed to learn a lot about Luann. She was 32, and had been married once when she was younger, but it didn’t work out. She didn’t say she was lonely, but I could tell she was. That much we had in common.

Luann was kind enough to tell me I didn’t look 58, and I told her that I had socks older than she was, and she didn’t look her age either. We talked about everything under the sun, and after these couple of hours I felt like I actually knew the girl.

“Guess I better think about heading home,” Luann said.

“I just want to thank you for the best afternoon I can remember,” I said. “To think if I didn’t open my big mouth I never would have met you.”

“I’m glad you did,” Luann said softly.

“Maybe we’ll run into each other again up here,” I suggested. “I take a lot of Friday afternoons off up here.”

“I’d like that,” Luann said as she watched me drain my glass.

“Can I ask you one favor before you go?” I said hopefully, the fifth Sam Adams giving me beer bravery.

“Sure.”

“Can I touch your arm?” I asked, having been able to avoid the subject that got us talking to begin with. “I know it’s weird. I’m weird, and I understand if…”

“Go ahead.”

Luann smiled and moved her arm a little closer to me, and as she did I didn’t care if other people were watching on not.

It was like touching a cloud. The long downy hair slipped through my fingers like an angel’s breath, and when my hand moved lightly down Luann’s forearm the hair stood up straight as goosebumps covered her pale skin.

The two of us watched my hand gently slide along her slender forearm a couple of times, and I heard Luann take a ragged intake of air when I moved a little way up her furry bicep.

“I usually don’t wear clothes that show my arms,” Luann said.

“That’s a shame,” I told her.

“I do that to myself,” Luann admitted. “I don’t think I even realize it, but I find myself doing just want you’re doing now.”

“I know you do. I’ve watched you all the time we’ve been sitting here,” I confessed. “That’s partly why I got up the nerve to ask you if I could.”

“I’m glad you did, even if the bartender is looking at you like you’re crazy. That felt nice, Jim,” Luann said after I moved my hand away.

“You made my day,” I answered. “Day. Week. Month. Year.”

“You’re sweet,” Luann said, and leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Decade,” I added after throwing some more money on the bar and rising along with my new friend.

“Whoa,” Luann said as she stood up for the first time in a long time and had to stop and steady herself. “Obviously, I’m not much of a drinker.”

“You drank great,” I assured her. “Standing and walking is another thing though.”

“I’m not that bad,” Luann said, and it was true that she hadn’t been drinking like I had been. “But I don’t think I’m going to drive home. I can come back down tomorrow and get my car. Want to share a cab?”

“I live around the corner,” I said.

“Lucky,” Luann said.

“If you want to, we can continue the party at my place,” I suggested. “I’m not – you know – I’m not trying to – I mean.”

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say,” Luann said. “But you’re funny.”

“I mean, I’m sure a newly minted 32 year old girl can do better than hanging around an old man’s apartment on her birthday, but if you want to we can have a nightcap and then you can call for a…”

“Lead the way, James,” Luann chirped, and that was how we ended up at my place.

***

“How zeytinburnu escort come a nice guy like you hasn’t been snapped up?” Luann asked as we sat on my couch. “You seem normal enough.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said.

“Well, you’re a good housekeeper for one thing. You should see my place. You’re Martha Stewart compared to me. You would make a great husband.”

“I was married,” I said. “For 30 years.”

“Bummer,” Luann said as she sipped her wine. “Was it her call or yours?”

“Neither,” I said. “Jill…”

“Omigod, I’m sorry Jim,” Luann said as she saw my eyes water.

“Not your fault,” I said quickly.

“When?”

“Four years ago,” I said, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. “Four years, three months and two days.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks, but I was lucky. We had a wonderful life. Two great kids, grown and on their own, and more than 30 incredible years,” I said. “I was blessed.”

“I guess you really were lucky,” Luann whispered.

“Hey, this is supposed to be your birthday party,” I said, clinking our glasses together so my problems didn’t bum Luann out.

“Jill. What was she like?” Luann asked. “Just curious.”

“Funny, warm and always happy,” I said. “A lot like you in some ways. She was beautiful, but didn’t know it at first. All the things she thought were imperfections and flaws were what made her special. It took me years to get her to believe it, but I was stubborn.”

“I guess you were both lucky then,” Luann concluded correctly, leaning over next to me and pressing her body next to mine.

***

“Your hands,” Luann said after exhaling raggedly, apparently as a result of my affections. “Nobody has ever touched me like this before.”

This wasn’t what I expected, and while I fully believed that this was going to end any second, I wasn’t about to be the one to stop it.

Luann’s blouse was on the other end of the sofa, and her body was turned so her back was toward me, and as I sat behind her my hands were running ever so slowly up and down Luann’s willowy arms, from her hands all the way up to her shoulders.

Her shoulders also had the faint remainders of the bad case of acne she had endured in her youth, but while Luann’s skin may not have been cosmetically perfect it felt buttery smooth to me.

“I haven’t touched a woman in over four years,” I said. “This is worth the wait though.”

My fingers went down to the bra clasps, a 32B Playtex living bra to be precise, and when she did not protest I opened the hooks and slid the straps off her shoulders, pulling the harness off of Luann and moving her back onto the couch.

“Not much there…” she started to say, but I shook by head and brought a finger to her lips.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered to her, and she bit her tongue when she saw a tear roll down my cheek, a tear that I didn’t bother to wipe away. “So beautiful.”

My hands slipped up to cup her breasts, the apple sized globes firm to the touch. The aureoles were large and crimson, and when my hands caressed the buds I felt them blossom in my palms.

Around the perimeter of the aureoles, a few tiny black hairs grew. Also soft to the touch, I stroked them under Luann watchful eye as her chest heaved with her rapid breathing.

My hands went back down Luann’s arms, and as I reached her right wrist, I took it in my grasp and slowly lifted it. Luann tensed up when I first brought her hand up behind her head, almost stopping me before letting me bring her hand back over her head.

“Wasn’t expecting this,” Luann apologized when she saw me staring at her armpit, and the stubble that coated the entire gentle recess and continued up the inside of her arm. “Haven’t shaved since yesterday.”

“Sssh,” I said, my face close enough to her underarms that I could feel the warmth and smell the faint residue of deodorant coming from her armpit.

As I held her wrist against the back of the couch, I leaned forward and kissed the little black seedlings that densely covered the pale skin below.

“Ooh,” Luann said. “Now I really wish that I had shaved.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t,” I responded, kissing her again before letting my palm slide up what I would have guessed to have been a week’s growth instead of a day.

“Do you have – what do they call it? A fetish?” Luann asked shyly. “Like an armpit fetish, or a hair fetish or something?”

“Maybe,” I said. “I only know what I like. Does this bother you? My stroking your armpit like this?”

“No,” Luann said as my fingers slid over the moistness. “Feels kind of nice.”

“How about this?” I asked, boldly leaning down and letting my tongue slid over the coarse bristle, causing Luann to gasp and writhe into the back of the sofa.

“Omigod!” Luann said. “That feels so – I can’t describe it.”

Emboldened my Luann’s response, I set about to remove any trace of the long-ago applied deodorant, and after succeeding that I kept licking and nibbling all over her armpit, sucking florya escort out the pheromones that were driving me wild.

The more that Luann relaxed, realizing that I was indeed as aroused by her body as I had indicated, the more feral I got. My bones no longer creaked, or so it seemed, because I was over on Luann’s other side before she knew it, and when I took her left hand in mine it was she that pulled her arm up behind her head.

“Yes. Suck it. Lick my pit!”

My spine tingled when I heard Luann’s husky voice in my ear, imploring me to do exactly what I had been doing, and then it was her other hand on the back of my neck pulling me tight to her. She didn’t let go until she dropped her hand down to my lap, grabbing the bulge that had caused a large stain in my trousers from the incessant drooling my member was doing.

Clothes began to fly off, and after I worked Luann’s slacks off, revealing legs that were shaved only from just above the knee. Above there, her thighs were unshorn, with a delightfully furry coating that got denser the higher up my eyes went.

Her panties, modestly cut white undies, were incapable of containing her lush bush, with her jet black pubic hair sprouting out from the leg openings as it grew onto her inner thighs. The outline of her pubic forest was clear against the cotton panties, and the timberline peeked out from the elastic above.

I clutched the top of her panties, drooling at the sight of a very pronounced treasure trail that went down from just below her navel until it disappeared into the thickest jungle of pubic hair I had even had the pleasure of seeing.

The hair was so dense that if it wasn’t for the fact that the fur glistened at the opening, it would have been impossible to detect. She was wet. Gloriously wet, practically dripping wet, and when I buried my face in her pussy, the ripe stench of her steaming pussy inflamed me to a level that I forgot I had.

Luann was sliding down off of the couch as I lapped at her cunt like a feral animal, and as Luann clawed at my shirt I was trying to get my pants off as we rolled on the carpet. We were like sex-crazed teenagers, and when my boxers came down and she grabbed my erection, which had in thickness what it lacked in length, I was being pushed inside of Luann.

Tight. Like a vise her pussy was as it clamped around my cock, and all I could think of was not to cum. Don’t cum. Even though I felt unable to control myself, I fought the urge. Please don’t cum, I begged myself, at least not until she does.

And then she came, loud and wild. Screaming in my ear as I thrust hard into her, Luann clawed at my back and wrapped her legs around my hips as she came. I kept on humping away after her orgasm subsided, and when she started to cum again a minute or two later I went into another gear.

Luann came hard again, and this time I joined her, my cock jumping inside of her as I filled her womb with my seed. Suspending myself above her, my body ached like it hadn’t in a long time, and I savored my raw knees and aching back while I looked down at my sweaty and flushed lover.

“Did you put something in my drink?” Luann said after she caught her breath, and then quickly added, “Just kidding, but I haven’t been like that since – ever! You okay?”

I probably looked like I was going to have a stroke or something, but I was fine. Never better, as a matter of fact, and after I eased down onto the carpeting next to Luann, I embraced her and reveled in the warm afterglow.

***

“You should have seen me back in college!” Luann said as we relaxed in my bed, having gotten more comfortable when we learned that there was another round in my chamber, so to speak.

The topic once again were Luann’s armpits, and was prompted by my idle stroking of the moist stubble with my thumb as we caught our breath after making love. Luann had mentioned about her youth, and how she had stopped shaving for a while.

“I was seeing somebody who liked hairy women,” Luann explained.

“You mean you’ve run into another deviate like me?” I exclaimed. “I’m glad that there’s another guy out there who has good taste.”

“Well, not exactly,” Luann said, and when I pressed her she confessed as she blushed.

“I was going through a phase, I guess,” Luann explained. “My Janis Ian period. You know, the ugly duckling always moping around while everybody else gets the boys?”

“And?”

“And so, the person I was going with who liked natural women was – a girl,” Luann said with a grimace. “I’m not that way, you know. I mean I was back then, but not now.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I said. “But I have to admit that while I claim to be not like every other guy, the thought of you with another woman is really erotic.”

“Do tell,” Luann snickered.

“And she didn’t want you to shave?”

“Nope. Not anywhere. I think I have a picture of what I looked like somewhere,” Luann said. “I think that if you saw me, you might not be so aroused at the thought of a hairy woman anymore.”

“Wanna bet?” I said with a grin.

“I had the hairiest armpits…”

“You know if you’re trying to do anything but make me even crazier about you than I already am, you’re failing.”

“Liz used to grab my pit hair in her fists and tug on it,” Luann said. “She used to lick my armpits so much that the hair – what are you doing?”

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Yes, in case you’re wondering, I was able to get hard again while washing my plump, cheating wife Lisa under the hot water jets of the shower, my hands caressing her soft, pampered flesh as I did so. I found my hands wandering all over her skin, just as hers did on mine. She went out of her way to arouse me, too. She knew the nature of her charms where I was concerned: her curves, her ass, her hips, and her fine breasts. I caught her biting her bottom lip when I started fingering her freshly cleaned holes … both of them. Lisa only bit her lower lip whenever she was in a state of rather intense pleasure or pain.

Right then, I think that Lisa would have sold her soul for an orgasm. Getting fisted, which was what happened instead when I was good and ready, was more than good enough for her. My right hand went deeper, to the knuckles, inside her sweet, succulent pussy, while three fingers of my left hand probed her pale, but sexy ass. My wife gave out a loud, guttural cry as I rammed her holes with my hands. Then I washed my hands clean again and I led her out of the shower to dry off.

After that, I took Lisa by the hand to the kitchen and spread her thighs to slip my cock into her rather wet and ready cunt from behind over the counters. I started pulling her long, brown hair as I reamed her slit rather forcefully. The sight and feeling of my good lady wife bent over like the kinky slut that she turned out to be was more than enough to keep me hard and vigorous with my strokes, but I had to fight not to cum too fast. Thankfully, of course, having cum already that night aided in that cause.

“Cum in me, baby, please … I’m cumming now and I want to cum with you!” Lisa begged me and I granted her wish, letting loose my seed within her.

Lisa grabbed my face and planted a fiery kiss on my lips, adding her tongue rather quickly, too. Her eyes ached with need, with want … with passion … desire. There was no doubt now that, despite our mutual infidelities, she and I were still madly in love. Her face registered an evident wish to prove to me that she still cared about me, still craved me … still ached for my body as well as my heart, mind, and soul.

“We should probably clean that up and put some new sheets on the bed, honey,” I reminded her of our normal practice after sex.

“Oh, please, not this time. I want to keep your cum in my pussy. Maybe you can take a photo of it and I can send it to Jonathan. No, scratch that … I like the idea of you catching us in the act … me with Jonathan, together. Catching us and seeing what happens after that. Something about the holy terror that you would seem to the guy … well, I’m aware that you and he don’t get along the same way that he and I do. I like him, but if I ever had to choose, I would choose you over him every day of the week and twice on Sunday … and tomorrow is Sunday, isn’t it?” Lisa giggled as she recalled the fact.

“You want me to catch you in bed with the good reverend, eh? I think that can be arranged … and what then? Blackmail him? Wouldn’t we be as bad as James?” I observed.

“Blackmail per se isn’t necessary. Jonathan would naturally fear the worst and offer any terms that we like to keep the secret from getting out. Remember, he has a lot more to lose than either of us. Even the possibility of exposure would be horrifying to him. He has shown more than once that he is paranoid, both about being caught by the missus and about being revealed to my father as an adulterer. The funny thing is that Jonathan might be a hypocrite and a sinner, but he really does believe in the Bible and all that stuff. The fundamentals of the faith.

“I sometimes wonder about him, though … he has always struck me as a bit touchy about his masculinity. Maybe that’s due to his small size … and I don’t just mean his shortness and slenderness, either. He is a nice pussy lapper and likes to suck on my tits, but his actual … woodwork is a bit of an anticlimax … then again, for the chance to have his lips and tongue on me, it’s more than worth a couple of heated minutes of rushed pounding. I can make him last five minutes on the second round if I suck his dick the first time around, but that’s about it. That shower encounter … well, it was mostly him feeling me up and eating me out before he finally fucked me and came in about thirty seconds from the excitement,” Lisa admitted to me with a blush.

“A little hasty, is he? We’ll have to work hard to make sure that we time it right so that I can ‘catch’ both of you in flagrante delicto, of course. Of course, if worse comes to worse, you can pin him down. He can’t be more than a hundred pounds even now soaking wet. Always was a bit on the lean and small side,” I suggested.

“A rare benefit of my being rather hefty, I suppose. Very true,” Lisa winked at me, “Before you give me that look, don’t worry. I know by now that I’m a chunky girl. That’s fine with me. For one thing, plenty of guys, especially you, seem to be rather attracted to me, so why object? Anyway, I still want your seed to stay right özbek escort here.”

I grinned and rushed to the washroom, needing badly to use the john, only to have Lisa follow me there and put her arms around my waist as I pissed, unable to keep her hands off me for some reason. I was about to mention that I needed to wash my hands and she simply did that for me, much to my shock. The next thing that happened was another stunner … Lisa started wildly kissing my entire body from behind while wiping my dick with a wet wipe and then descending to part my cheeks and rim my ass with enthusiasm.

“Damn … that’s a first for sure!” I exclaimed as I felt chills from Lisa’s lips and tongue between my buns.

“I know, Dan … but things are going to change around here. I’ve firmly decided to go from what you called a ‘good wife’ to a … how do I put it? Not perfect, but still great wife … I’ve been slutty enough for others. Time to be slutty for Dan, for you, my husband. I’m your slut now. Your plaything now. I belong to you. I’ve opted to make myself completely yours … what do you think I enjoyed most about James? He had the power over me. Now, I’ve taken that power back from him and given it to you. I want to submit to you, Dan … to surrender my body for your pleasure. I haven’t been the wife that I really want to be, but now I will. After all, I did promise to ‘love, honor, and obey, ‘ didn’t I?” Lisa told me with a voice full of sweet seduction.

“So … anything that I want? Do you want a safe word, so that I can avoid doing any real harm to you?” I proposed.

“Safe words are usually part of a master-slave contract, and I would love to sign one of those for you, a perfect way to renew our commitment to each other, don’t you think, Master? To be honest, while I found the show a bit silly at times, I always envied Jeanie from ‘I Dream of Jeanie, ‘ for getting to call Major Nelson her Master. She could be petty, but so could I … I don’t have genie powers, but I will do all in my power to make your wishes come true. So, a collar and maybe a tattoo would be good, too … oh, and please breed me again. I want to breed more for you than I once planned to do. I would love to give Danielle and Stacey a baby brother or sister,” Lisa urged me, making it clear that she had found something good out of this whole mess, too.

“Wow, who are you and what have you done with my wife?” I teased her as I picked up her plump body and carried her to our bed.

“I’m the potential wife that was there all along. Just hadn’t been tapped until lately. As bad as James was, he opened the floodgates and now I wouldn’t close them if I could. Maybe we can do something for him … as a sort of consolation prize or thank you gift? Not me, of course. Something else,” Lisa suggested playfully.

“For seducing and blackmailing you and thereby ironically setting you free? Okay, as much as the guy infuriated me, I suppose that he unintentionally did us a favor, if he flipped the slut switch on you. How about this? You and I both agreed that Jonathan is something of a wimp, right?” I introduced the germ of an idea that just occurred to me.

“Hell, yeah, he is! What are you driving at, Master?” Lisa licked her chops as she listened to me.

“After Jonathan has submitted to us, we turn him over to James, with one condition: he must continue eating you out on a regular basis. In fact, he must eat you out, no matter what is in your pussy. If it’s my cum or whatever, he must suck that out of you. Oh, and he must keep sucking your tits, too. So that’s two conditions, actually. However, knowing James, he’ll want Angel, too. Well, we can’t promise him her, just Jonathan, but as much as I want Angel myself, we can let James try. If he fails, she’s fair game for me instead. If he touches her and drops her, she’s fair game, too. I’m not the sort of guy that considers a woman too filthy to touch because she’s slept with a particular man. That’s what douche is for, after all,” I chuckled.

“And while James is with her?” Lisa wondered as she brushed her long, wavy brown hair against my body.

“She’s off-limits as part of the agreement not to meddle. I must admit that I would find it hilarious if Angel had dark secrets of her own,” I laughed as Lisa spooned me now, clearly enjoying our pillow talk, but still craving my touch.

“What if I told you that Angel sometimes slept with Mary in the past? Yeah … she’s not as lily white as people think. In fact, given that she never had any premarital activities to my knowledge with any men … well, I think that you can infer what I am implying here,” Lisa snickered as she planted loving kisses to my chest.

“Angel’s gay?” I roared with laughter at that idea.

“She might be bi, but she’s definitely not straight, I can tell you that much,” Lisa clarified as she snuggled up with me.

“Well, well, the pastor’s wife isn’t as straight and narrow as she might first appear to be. That might explain at least in part why Jonathan was azeri escort so eager for some action on the side. Perhaps she’s been doling it out rather sparingly to him. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy with plenty to spare, after all,” I remarked, which made Lisa snort with laughter, especially I tickled her a bit.

“Yeah … he sometimes got in a second round, if I was lucky. Half the time, I got impatient and gave up on him getting it up again. I’m a wife, mother of two, and part-time church secretary. I even do charity work now and then as a volunteer. I don’t have all day to wait for some wimp who thinks that he’s a stud to get hard again, just so I can cum. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy his mouth on me. That’s the main attraction and I’ll deal with his dick for a few minutes to experience it. I just mean that you might be onto something and all that. It would explain why he was so desperately horny until he came, and then after that … nothing. It would also answer the question as to why he’s so smooth. He has a very androgynous physique and all that jazz. If Angel’s rationing the sex in a miserly fashion, it would explain so much,” Lisa said as she lay her head upon my chest.

“Anyway, it sounds like a plan. We trap Jonathan by me catching him with you. Then we make him agree to some … terms of surrender, as it were. Then we give him to James as a small gesture, but with the stipulation that he must keep eating you out and sucking your tits. What James does about Jonathan’s dick is immaterial, of course. We should do this after church, of course. Let Jonathan think that he has skated by, as usual. Danielle and Stacey will be with the Youth Club, anyway, as always on Sunday afternoons. I’m going to enjoy making Jonathan squirm,” I got cracked up by the whole idea.

Well, I was all tuckered out, so I now drifted to sleep with Lisa in my arms, thinking ahead to all kinds of nasty plans. I had no idea just how crazy tomorrow would turn out to be, but that was okay. I was already having the time of my life, with the love of a good woman who might have done me wrong a few times, but was doing a great job of more than making up for it.

I didn’t quite sleep the whole night away, of course. At some time point in the wee hours of the morning, I woke up to hear movement in the kitchen, so I got on my Santa pajamas and found Danielle making herself some warm milk, which often helped her sleep. When she saw me, she tensed up a bit, as if she felt a little guilty, but Lisa had the same habit at times, so I just smiled and pulled my eight-year old daughter to me for a bear hug.

Danielle looked up at me and asked me, “Daddy, are you mad at Mommy? You seemed to be for a while, but I wasn’t sure if you were and why.”

“Sweetheart, sometimes in marriage, husbands and wives get upset with each other, but we try to work things out. I believe that your mother and I will be just fine, okay? Don’t you worry your pretty head about such things. Your mother and I are going to grow old together and be Grandma and Grandpa to your kids someday.”

“Okay, Daddy. Thank you. I badly wanted you and Mommy to be happy and stay together, not get divorced like I hear that Pastor Jonathan is going to get from Sister Angel,” Danielle told me, to my shock.

“Say that again, honey … Jonathan and Angel are getting a divorce?” I asked, since I was floored.

“Yeah, I overheard Sister Summer tell Sister Amy that her sister … Sister Angel, was tired of dealing with men and wanted a divorce from Pastor Jonathan. She said that Sister Angel liked girls … what did she mean by that?” Danielle asked me to explain that bit.

“Danielle, in this day and age, you’re going to hear a lot more such things, and there is nothing wrong with it. Some women like other women the way that most women like men … the way that your mother loves me,” I explained things as best I could, “and that’s okay. Some men like men that way, too.”

“I think that I prefer boys myself. Or men … when I get old enough to marry, I’ll want to marry a man, not a woman,” Danielle announced.

“That’s fine, but you can marry either one and I’ll still be happy with you, as long as he or she treats well, sweetie. You don’t even have to marry, but don’t tell your mom I said that. She wants to see you wear a wedding gown,” I laughed.

“Daddy, you’re silly! Of course, I want to get married. But do you mean that it’s okay for men to date men and women to date women?” Danielle’s giggling stopped and her eyes grew wider.

“Yes, it is, baby. There’s nothing wrong with it, honey,” I assured her.

“So … if Sister Angel dates women, she won’t go to Hell for it? Sister Amy said that she’ll ‘burn in Hell for it, ‘ Daddy. She said that ‘if she’s a dyke, Satan will get her.’ That’s not true, then?” Danielle expressed surprise at what I said, “Grandpa always preaches that it’s a sin, but Aunt Michelle and Aunt Missy … I’ve caught them kissing now and then, and not pecks on the cheek, either.”

“Your türkmen escort Grandpa is a good man, but I don’t agree with him about this, sweetie. I don’t go to church because I don’t believe in what they teach and preach there. I just disagree with it,” I declared.

“Grandpa said that if you’re not a believer, you’ll go to Hell. Does that mean that you’re going to Hell, Daddy?” Danielle wondered.

“No, kiddo, I’m not going to Hell. Can you keep a secret, baby?” I asked her.

“Sure, Daddy,” Danielle answered.

“Hell is … like Hansel and Gretel. Jack and the Beanstalk. Santa Claus. The Easter Bunny. It’s a fairy tale, but meant to scare people into being good. Hell isn’t real, baby,” I explained.

“Oh, okay. There is no Hell. I’ll keep that a secret for sure. Don’t want the mean girls at school to know that yet,” Danielle snickered, but her face showed relief and gratitude that I had leveled with her.

“Especially don’t tell Grandpa that I said that part. I want to get along with him and Grandma, not start a fight over my losing my faith. They probably suspect already, but no need to rub it in their faces,” I instructed Danielle, at which point her six-year old sister Stacey got up and rushed to hug me, having had a nightmare.

“Seems that I have two rivals for your affections, dear,” Lisa laughed softy to announce her presence, hugging both of our daughters warmly.

“Yeah, but in a good way,” I chuckled as I ruffled Stacey’s hair.

“Can we go to church in the morning, honey? All of us, even though you don’t believe in Jesus nowadays. I have a feeling that you’d want to catch more than just the afternoon fellowship,” Lisa spoke in code to me.

“Naturally, dear. Now, back to bed with both of you girls, okay? Get yourselves some rest, and Stacey, your mother and I will protect you from any monsters, sweetie,” I told her as I gave both girls butterfly kisses and sent them back to bed.

That morning, I took Lisa aside when the kids were sent off to Sunday school to convey what Danielle had told me, which made her laugh more than a little. We hugged and walked, hand in hand, to our old pew, which still held some good memories in spite of my “apostasy.” Lisa didn’t hesitate to play footsie with me as the head deacon, Arlen Moore, began pontificating and telling jokes through the lesson. Deacon Moore was a bon vivant of sorts, noted for his bad jokes, his gluttony, and for rumors about his private life based on his lifelong bachelorhood. He taught the adult class, but everyone knew that he wanted to be a minister. It was just that no one would ordain a man whose sexuality was ambiguous like that. He was oddly one of the least gossipy people in church, even if he was the topic of more than a little gossip himself. When not serving as a deacon and Sunday school teacher, he worked as Chairman of the local Chamber of Commerce and ran his own service station.

“I wonder when he’s going to come out of the closet,” Lisa whispered to me, making me laugh even as she tickled me a little.

That was when Angel ran out of my father-in-law’s study, crying, while Jonathan followed her into the main auditorium, where the lesson was taught. Jonathan was furious, even to the point of shaking Angel a bit, before I found myself standing up and stepping between them. I blocked Jonathan from reaching out to his wife and told him that was, “Enough,” while Lisa’s father stood meekly and let this happen.

“Don’t tell me when it’s enough, you fucking wimp! Your wife spreads her legs for half of the church and you want to play superhero? I’m still the assistant pastor of this church and you’re just a dumb cuckold hubby whose wife gives up the booty for her exes,” Jonathan taunted me, unaware that he had just cussed in church, in front of the senior pastor, “Hell, I fucked Lisa how many times now?”

“Nice to know that you men of the cloth practice what you preach, Shorty. From what Lisa told me in her confession, you only seduced her with your mouth, not with your wimpy little dick! But, of course, size doesn’t matter, or so Lisa probably told you so as not to hurt your feelings,” I laughed in his face.

Jonathan turned very red in the face, especially once I told him, “If you ever touch Angel again without her permission, I’ll personally report you to the Sheriff’s Department faster than you can say, ‘orange jumpsuit.’ If you do it in my presence, I’ll kick your sorry, scrawny ass!”

“She’s a dyke! She told me this morning! She’s a motherfucking, goddamned rug-muncher!” Jonathan protested angrily.

“Yes, Jonathan, I’m gay! So what! I was a good mother to your brats and I will be still. Yes, I want a divorce, but that’s because I’m tired of lying to myself and to you. I’m tired of putting on a mask for the rest of the world and pretending to be the prim and proper preacher’s wife. I can’t keep it up. I can’t sleep with you anymore. I can’t live a lie any longer.

“It’s not fair to either of us, and look what it’s driven you to do! Not that I blame you for fucking around, when I’ve been putting you off regularly and I haven’t exactly been faithful, either. Look, I’m sorry, but Chrissy and I, well, what can I say?” Angel confessed to me that she was in love with Christina, one of her mutual friends with Lisa, “We’re in love, and I can’t bring myself to sleep with a man when I only want her.”

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