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Hi. It’s me, Linda, again—the sometimes horny second grade teacher. Remember the story I told you a few days ago about watching this really horny couple I met masturbate for each other and for me? I really shouldn’t have told you about that, and I need you to promise you won’t tell anyone else about it. After all we are all respectable citizens, and we don’t want people gossiping about how slutty we are, do we?

But, I do have to admit that I had a very sexy morning and afternoon with the Basconis (of course, that is not really their name). After I got home, I sat down at the computer and typed out the story and submitted it to one of those pornographic story sites. That just got me all hot and slutty again, so I watched some porn on the internet while I rammed this big dildo into my pussy. I got off two more times that day and once more the next day. By Monday morning I was ready to go back to being respectable and go to work.

I have run into Mrs. Basconi a couple of more times since then, and I can’t say we have ignored each other, but it has not been like greeting an old friend either. She just walked on by, while giving me this kind of subtle sly smile that said, “I know you and I know what you are really like.” While I looked very demure, I was really thinking about her big soft tits that were so conservatively hidden beneath her business suit.

I had been a really good girl for about three weeks when I got a call on a Thursday evening. It was Lynn Basconi.

“Richard and I were wondering if you could join us for a little dinner party Saturday evening?” she said. “I know it’s short notice, but we are sure you will enjoy it if you can make it.”

“Uh. . . sure,” I responded. I was a little surprised that they wanted to see me again, given their and my relative social status in the community, but the whole encounter had been so sexy that I just didn’t want to turn them down.

We are just having another couple over, and we thought you would enjoy meeting them.

“Okay, what should I wear?”

“Oh, something like you had on last time we got together would be fine. These gatherings are quite informal.”

I wanted to ask her if I needed to include underwear, but I didn’t have the courage.

Then she said, “I think you will find our friends have the same kind of dirty minds that we have.”

“Oh, then that sounds like a fun evening,” I responded. Feeling a bit brave, I said, “So underwear won’t really be required?”

She laughed and said, “Well, I really wasn’t planning on wearing any, but sometimes it is fun to have some on just so you can watch the others drool as you take it off.”

“I’ll think about it,” I responded.

“Yes, you really should do that. That will insure that you are nice and horny by the time you get here. I have cleared my calendar for tomorrow, so I won’t have to really do anything except sit around thinking about how sexy this party is going to be. I am going to tell my assistant that I am working on my budget, but I plan to spend a significant part of the day reading porn stories on my computer in the office.”

“Yum,” I said. “Are you going to look at nasty pictures too?”

“I might. Do you look at nasty pictures on the internet?”

“Of course. Doesn’t everyone?” I said with a laugh, “But I can’t do it at work.”

“Well, can you do it at home?”

“Sure, I am sitting in front of my computer right now.”

“Well, turn it on and go to our private site.” She gave me the URL and the access code.

“You mean now?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said. “Aren’t you horny enough to look at porn? I know I am. I got really turned on just thinking about having you join our party on Saturday.”

So I fired up the Mac and jumped to her site. I typed the access code and was let in. The first güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri page was just an index of different kinds of pictures and videos on the site.

“What do you recommend?” I asked.

“Let’s look at the pictures of the couple at A57,” she said. “They always make me hot.”

“I clicked on the link and then begin to leaf through a series of very explicit pictures of a handsome couple seducing each other. It began with them sitting fully clothed and then they gradually disrobed each other. Then he stood nude in front of her with his hard dick sticking straight out. The next picture showed them as she reached out and stroked his dick. Then there was a series of shots of her sucking his dick.

“Did you get to the cock sucking pictures yet?”

“Ummm, yes. They’re really hot,” I responded. I didn’t tell her that I had pulled off my T-shirt and bra, and I was fondling my tits.

“Are you playing with yourself yet?” Lynn asked.

“Just my tits.”

“Well, I am not wearing anything, and I have two fingers in my sloppy wet cunt,” she responded.

“Oh, I better catch up,” I said, as I stripped off my shorts and panties. My cunt was already dripping wet.

“I wish you were here to lick my pussy,” Lynn said. “That would be so sexy.”

“Oh, I have never done that, but it sounds like fun. Would you do the same thing for me?”

“Umm. Yes. I would slip two fingers into your sloppy wet cunt and rotate them around and in and out while I used my tongue to tease your clit.”

The thought of Lynn finger fucking me while she licked my click was so fucking erotic. I had a perfect picture in my mind of myself slouched naked in a big soft chair, with my hips pushed towards the edge and my legs spread while Lynn’s head was between my legs eating me. My pussy started leaking it’s juices in response to the image.

I clicked forward a few more pictures and paused on a picture of the girl leaning on a table with her tits hanging down while the guy fucked her from behind.

“Look at picture 17,” I said. “Let’s cum while we look at that.”

“Okay, I am rubbing my clit now,” she responded. “That’ll make me cum.”

“Good. I am doing the same thing. I am so fucking close.” Sometimes I get to be a bit of a potty mouth when I get really close to cumming.

I leaned back in the chair with the phone under my chin and pulled on my nipples with one hand while I masturbated furiously with my other hand. Fuck, this felt good.

Conversation was pretty much gone. Now I was thinking about how good it would feel to be the girl in the picture leaning over the table with the guy’s big hard cock pumping in and out of her pussy.

I could hear Lynn whimpering at the other end of the line and I was groaning as I approached my climax. Suddenly I felt the climax rip through me, and I gave up on any effort at restraint with a cry that probably could be heard by Lynn without the phone. A moment later she did the same thing.

We were both quiet for a minute or so. Finally, she came back on the line and said, “Ummm. That was good. Richard’s going to be so jealous when I tell him.”

“Will he be mad because you had phone sex with me?”

Lynn laughed. “Hardly, he will be jealous of me because I had phone sex with you without involving him.”

“Oh good,” I said as I tried to stifle a yawn. “I need to go to bed now. Got to get up and teach the kiddies tomorrow.”

“Goodnight,” said Lynn. “We’re going to have fun Saturday night. Sleep tight.”

When Lynn hung up, I leaned back in the chair in the afterglow of my orgasm. The Basconi’s pornographic website was still up on my computer, but the phone sex had pretty much satisfied me, so I just clicked out of it and shut down my computer. I was pretty tired, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri and I had to get up and go to the work in the morning. I flossed and brushed my teeth and fell into bed into the deep sleep of the sexually satiated.

The next morning, as I dressed in one of my conservative little outfits to go off and teach second graders, my mind wandered back to my conversation with Lynn Basconi. She and I had something in common. We both had day jobs that required that we totally suppress our sexuality, and we both were, underneath the front we presented, very sexual people—well, maybe horny sluts would be a better term.

Most days I had little difficulty suppressing my fundamentally slutty nature. Today was going to be more of a challenge, because I was going to be thinking about the Basconi’s party. Lynn had already told me that she wasn’t really going to try. Instead, she was going to lock herself in her office after telling her secretary she didn’t want to be disturbed and then read porn on the internet. Well that wasn’t going to be an option for me. When you are looking after a room full of second graders, you have to be alert, awake and living in the moment—otherwise you will lose all control. “Not going to happen,” I thought as I drove to work.

I pretty much stuck to my commitment—no daydreaming about sex all day, except lunch hour, of course. I took the sandwich I had brought to work and went across the street and sat in the park while I ate. If I had stayed in the teachers’ lounge, the rest of the staff would have wanted to chat. Mostly they whined about their problems with their students, their spouses, the school district administration, and on and on and on. The second graders were more interesting than some of them were.

However, when I was in the park, where I frequently ate lunch, I didn’t have to listen to them, so I replayed in my mind how much fun the Saturday when I met the Basconis had been. It was hard to decide which part of that day had been the most fun. Of course, masturbating myself to a climax while I watched them do the same thing had been pretty hot, but I think the part I liked the best was when I met them in the coffee shop and realized that Lynn was as naked as I was under her conservative clothes and that she also knew that I was naked beneath my cute little outfit. Given the size of the lump in Richard’s trousers, he must have known that Lynn and I were both naked beneath our clothes.

The more I thought about my afternoon with the Basconis the hornier I got. There was no one around, so I began to rub my tits through the blouse and bra I was wearing. God I was horny. I nibbled a bit at the sandwich I was eating, but I just couldn’t get my mind off how hot it had been watching Richard blast his cum all over Lynn’s tits.

I looked around and confirmed that I was alone in the park. Then I unbuttoned my blouse enough to allow me to put a hand under it and dip it inside my bra to massage my tits. I just kept replaying the picture of Richard’s big, hard, angry looking cock blasting cum all over Lynn’s big soft tits. Pretty soon I had enough buttons undone so I could get both hands in my blouse and bra pushed down so I could pull and pinch on both my nipples. Oh, fuck this was making me horny. I wanted to cum so bad.

I looked around again. Nope, I still had the park to myself. It was really scary, but I just had to get myself off. So keeping my legs under the park bench, I spread them apart and reached under my skirt. I was really afraid someone would come and see me, but I couldn’t resist pulling my skirt up over my hips and pulling my panties off. My legs were still under the park bench but now I was essentially naked from the waist down and my tits were hanging over my bra in the warm lunch hour air. güvenilir bahis şirketleri

I looked around again and dropped one of my hands under the park bench. My pussy was so wet and slippery. Oh, fuck I was horny, but what if someone came? This was scary and sexy at the same time. I decided I better be quick so I began rapidly stroking my clit. It was so hard, just like a little rock. It only took me a minute to make myself cum and it was a really good one. I wanted to scream as my climax ripped through my body, but I held it back.

When the climax eased off, I leaned my head down on the park bench, panting for just a moment. Fortunately, I soon picked my head up and that’s when I saw him—Mr. Johnson was walking right toward me. I quickly buttoned up my blouse (leaving my tits hanging over the front of my bra) and pushed by skirt down where it belonged. As I started to get up I realized my panties were lying on the park bench, so I grabbed them and stuffed them in my lunch sack. I would clean up when I got back to the ladies room in the school, but right now Mr. Johnson was headed right towards me and I had to look presentable.

As Mr. Johnson approached and said hello my mind, which was thoroughly in the gutter by now, dallied for a moment on the idea of giving him a blow job, but I quickly rejected that idea—my mother always told me not to mix business and pleasure. I doubt if she had blow jobs for your boss in mind when she told me that, but it seemed like good advice in this situation, too. On the other hand, maybe that was exactly what she had in mind. Most of the time we have no idea what are parents are trying to tell us because we aren’t really listening.

I quickly gathered up my stuff and headed back to the school before Mr. Johnson could sit down to join me. As we passed I mumbled some excuse about having to get back early to put the finishing touches on the afternoon’s lesson plan. He smiled and did what he always does—stared at my tits. As I walked away, I wondered if he could tell that my tits were still hanging free over the top of my bra. “I’ll bet he can tell.” I thought. “Ooh, I wonder if he will get himself off out here in the park thinking about my tits once I leave?” I briefly had an image in my mind of Mr. Johnson stroking a big hard cock as he sat on the park bench with his zipper open and a rope of cum shooting off of it and landing in the grass between his feet.

“Focus girl! Focus!” I told myself. “You have twenty-four hyperactive second graders who will be back from the cafeteria in twelve minutes.”

I got through the rest of the day without losing my focus any further (being responsible for a group of second graders will do that for you), and when they headed for the busses at 3:30, I quickly gathered up my things and headed for my car. I ran into the dirty old man on my way out and, for some perverse reason, I stopped to chat with him for a minute. My mind had reverted to sex as soon as the last kid went out the door, and I was actually enjoying the way he was leering at my chest. He wasn’t that hard to look at either, I decided. He was tall with broad shoulders and twinkling blue-grey eyes that were really sexy—when he could pull them away from staring at my tits and look directly at me. But, god, he had to be at least forty!

By the time I got home, I was seriously horny, but I remembered that I was due at my mother and stepfather’s home for dinner at 5:30, so it was back to being sexually suppressed Linda for the rest of the evening.

It was after midnight when I got home again, and I was beat. Suppressing as much natural horniness as I had after my phone call with Lynn Basconi was hard work! So I crawled into bed and slept like a rock—although I did have a dream about giving a blow job to Richard Basconi in the teacher’s lounge at lunch hour while the rest of the school’s staff watched. Actually, they were ignoring us and continuing to bitch about their miserable lives. That was really weird, considering that Richard and I were totally naked and really going at it right in front of them. Oh well, dreams are weird!

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“Did you try it?” Tally asked Laura the next time they met up after Laura had indeed tried the trick her friend had given her.

“Yeah I did,” she said with a grin, her mind thinking about what that black rubber cock felt like in her pussy while she sat on the washer with it vibrating.

“And?” Tally prompted her; she wanted to know every detail that Laura could give, no matte how small it was

“And that’s it” Laura said with a shy grin

“Oh come on I know there is more then that… how did it feel?” Tally asked looking her friend in the eyes and smiling widely

“Ok, it was great, I have never felt anything like it before, the way that dildo vibrated against my clit was just exquisite and the feeling of it shaking in my pussy wow mind blowing!” Laura said as she felt her pussy get a little wet as she told her friend in a coffee shop all about her exploits with her sex toy.

“I told you you’d love it didn’t I” Tally laughed as her friend nodded and giggled “You done it more then once?” she asked

“Oh yeah I do it once a day when I wash my clothes” Laura said quite loudly, she went red as she realised others would have heard that

“Good for you, a sexy woman in her thirties she needs some satisfaction” Tally laughed and tapped her friend on the arm playfully

“God I sure get that from your tip” she laughed as Tally ordered more coffee and looked at her mobile phone then her friend

“You know there is another trick you could try out,” Tally said slowly licking her lips before looking down at the mobile again

“Oh what would that be?” Laura asked, “I know you its got to be something nasty” she joked

“Ok you have a mobile phone don’t you” Tally asked and Laura nodded “And you have an old one too right?” again a nod

“So what?” Laura asked looking confused

“Well you can’t exactly take your washing machine all over town with you can you now” Tally said with a laugh, Laura looked confused at her still

“What are you talking about” she asked

“Well there is the trick with the mobile phone, you get an old one or any really and put it onto silent vibrate, then you put into your panties and rest it against your pussy and clit, your panties will hold it in place if you have nice tight ones on and your pants should make it look normal, there shouldn’t be any bulge as long as your mobile is not huge” Tally stopped and looked at Laura who was listening intently to what her friend was saying

“Go on” Laura said eagerly

“Well now you have a mobile pushed against your pussy in your panties you either get someone to call it or I suggest you get your other mobile and call the one in your panties, it will vibrate something wild and it just drives you insane and wow does it do the trick in public places” Tally laughed as Laura’s mouth fell open and she gasped

“No way you’ve never done that,” Laura said leaning forwards

“Oh yeah, lots of times infact” Tally said with a smile “I tell you Lau it’s a wild experience, especially if you have a crowd of people around you, no one knows but you what it feels like and you have to try and stay quiet canlı bahis while you have fireworks going off in your panties” she laughed

Laura shook her head but smiled as she thought about what that would be like, practically masturbating in a crowded area, it was such a naughty idea, she actually started to get wet just thinking about it.

“I bought a new mobile just to do it” Tally admitted with a giggle “It was well worth the cost too” she joked

“I can’t believe you have done that, you just ring the number of the mobile down there and enjoy?” Laura asked and Tally nodded

“Its just that simple”

Laura imagined Tally doing it, she knew her friend was the sort to try anything once and had no doubt that she had indeed done this, and after all she was right about the washing machine so why not this, it did have a naughtiness to it that excited Laura.

“Come on give it a go” Tally said before biting her bottom lip as she always did as she watched her friend mull over the idea, Laura had already decided to give it a go, but not today she’d wait “So you gonna try it or what?”

“Yeah” Laura said like a naughty schoolgirl, she was wet thinking about it and knew she’d have some laundry to do when she got home.

Wrapped in her bathrobe Laura fished out her old mobile phone from a draw, it was quite small really not the very old styled ones that were more like a brick. Turning it on she checked its battery was full before she turned it onto silent vibrate mode and felt it shake in her hand, it was a nice feeling having the phone vibrate against her skin, Laura closed her eyes and imagined what it would feel like against her needy pussy and clit.

The vibrating didn’t last long only a quick test, she knew for the full effect the mobile had to be rung up from another phone, she smiled wickedly as she contemplated what to do next, should she go for it and have a proper test, her curiosity got the best of her and she ran to grab her new mobile.

Keying in the old number Laura sat on the bed and took a deep breath before she did anything, this was the last chance to back out she thought, but in her head she heard Tally voice screaming at her to try it.

Laura lowered the older phone down and rested it on her thigh before sliding it under the bathrobe and resting it against her pussy and clit, she jumped to start with, she didn’t know the phone was that cold but she smiled and soon adjusted to it, closing her thighs a little she let go and held it in place while she brought the new mobile to her face looking at the number on the screen and taking a deep breath before hitting the call button.

There was a pause of nothingness, Laura waited and suddenly felt a shock of pleasure shoot through her pussy lips and into her clit as the mobile silently vibrated against her crotch. Mouth open Laura moaned loudly as she felt it vibrate again, it didn’t move but the shock waves it shot out was heavenly as it made the nerves in her pussy fire off their signals of pleasure.

Laura arched her back as she felt her pussy begin to drip with juice, the mobile would not vibrate then suddenly start again, bahis siteleri she could feel her pussy clench tightly as the little device sent its erotic surges through her over and over. After just a few moments Laura was orgasming and the mobile just kept her on edge as it vibrated over and over against her sensitive clit, it wasn’t like the dildo on the washer this was new and much more intense.

“Oh god!” Laura screamed out as she felt the waves washing over her, the mobile phone touching her pussy driving her wild, she couldn’t take much more of this and had to end the call after her second orgasm, she had cum twice in moments, no wonder Tally did this she thought as she felt the wetness in her pussy and took the mobile away from her pussy wiping off the juice she had leaked out onto it.

“Was it good?” those were Tally’s first words when she saw Laura the next day and the answer was a big yes. Laura told her friend all about what had happened and how intense the feeling was, not to mention how she had cum so fast and hard. Tally laughed and said its even better to do it in public. Laura told her friend how much she wanted to try that.

“Have you got the mobile with you now?” Tally asked and Laura nodded “Well go to the loo’s and put it in your panties” Tally said with a wink, Laura hesitated but then got up with a grin of excitement and walked to the women’s room.

Looking around Laura made sure no other women were in then went into a cubical and closed the door locking it behind her. She pulled down her trousers and then slowly hooked her thumbs into her knickers and lowered them to her mid thigh; the white cotton panties stretched across the gap the gusset that had been resting on her pussy awaiting her newest toy.

Laura looked down at the stretched white cotton and grinned as she reached into her bag and pulled the old mobile out before placing it carefully in the middles right where her pussy would go, grabbing the panties she pulled them back up slowly making sure not to knock the mobile. Pulling them up over her tight ass she felt the plastic device press against her pussy as the front of the panties went over it.

The mobile wasn’t comfy where it was positioned so Laura reached inside her panties and moved it around until she got it right, resting on her slightly wet pussy lips and clit, she smiled and bent over to pull her trousers back up before she looked herself over seeing if there was any bulge, she couldn’t see one and with a big grin she opened the cubical door and left going back to her friend Tally.

“There” Laura said with a smile as she felt the mobile against her pussy, she felt so naughty like this as she sat looking at her friend with a mobile phone in her panties on her pussy.

“Right now when ever you feel like being naughty and having the thrill of your life just get your mobile out and call the other one” Tally said winking her friend who giggled and nodded, the two parted ways then and Laura went into town to do some shopping.

It was in a clothes shop that Laura first felt ready to try her new toy out she looked around and saw a few people close by as she pulled bahis şirketleri her mobile out and put the number in, pausing she took a deep breath and hit ‘call’.

Laura had to bite her lip to stop a loud moan from escaping her mouth as the vibrating started against her clit and pussy; it was just like the night before, shocks of pleasure shooting through her pussy, the vibrating plastic sending her clit into overdrive, she could feel her juice flowing uncontrollably from her pussy as another vibration started and her knee’s went weak, a little moan escaped her lips as she felt her orgasm beginning, she looked around quickly and was some women nearby looking in her direction, she tried to stay as normal as possible but it was so hard as a massive orgasm shot through her body, the vibrating not stopping, it just made her orgasm more intense as she moaned a little loudly and her legs began to shake.

Ending the call Laura couldn’t take any more, if she had left it much longer she could, no would have screamed out how good it felt and dropped to her knee’s, Laura shook her head and panted for breath, she saw the women had moved on and blushed a little, but with that blush she also felt more turned on then she had in years, the idea of what she had done sank in and she grinned.

Laura could feel the wetness in her cotton panties as the mobile moved a little as she walked, she felt so dirty and excited at the same time as she went in different shops and looked around.

Taking her mobile out again she rang the same number and bit her lip as she felt the vibration shoot throughout her pussy again, her knees going weak as she let out little moans the vibrating in her panties such an intense feeling, but the knowing that she had people around her as she used this device as a sex toy made it all the more exciting, she wondered if people knew what she was doing, it was taking all her power to just stand up and not call out as she came hard again, the mobile’s vibration pulsing on her clit making her go to new heights of pleasure as she moaned softly ending the call, she had to sit down on a bench as she came down from that second orgasm.

She did it a third time before finally going home, she had, had 3 of the most intense orgasm of her life and was exhausted, she didn’t even have the energy to get changed for bed she just slept in the clothes she was wearing, the mobile still in her panties.

The next day she went to see Tally again and told her about the experience and how good it was.

“I knew you’d love it” Tally said with a grin as her excited friend told her all about how it felt.

“I will never doubt you again Tally” Laura laughed, Tally smiled and giggled

“This is my mobile number” Tally handed over a small piece of paper with a phone number on it

“What’s this for?” Laura asked Tally didn’t answer that

“Now what’s your number?” Laura asked what Tally wanted her number for and was told this was part of something Tally had thought up “What is going to happen is we can call each others mobile’s while we are around town, neither of us will know when we’ll be called, just have a vibrating in our panties, its great I’ve done it before like this” Tally said with a grin, Laura was a bit nervous about that but with a little convincing she handed the mobile number to her friend with a big grin.

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No one knows about this. I’ve never told anyone that I write my fantasies and experiences, and openly share them with who knows how many people. I’ve never even told my sister, the subject of most of my stories. I don’t know why, but it’s almost as if I like keeping it a secret. Mostly I think it’s just that I’d be embarrassed to tell anyone. I know I could share it with my sister, and she wouldn’t judge me. She never has before, why would she now? She’d probably really enjoy it, but still, I don’t say anything.

I’ve read so many stories. I have actually saved some of my favorites, so I can read them over and over again. Actually…now that I think about it… I have shared them with my sister, but she doesn’t know it.

I should say that I feel I have a pretty fulfilling sex life. I often feel that there really aren’t too many people who get to actually do the things they describe in their stories, but I have. My sister and I have been lovers since we first discovered our sexuality. It was purely accidental that we thankfully happened to discover it together. It is wonderful to have someone so canlı bahis close to you, that you never have to keep anything from them. I was never hesitant to share with her anything that I was ever thinking, no matter how weird, or stupid, or whatever. She did the same for me, and we never judged. Sometimes however, I still find it exciting to have a little quality alone time, and explore my fantasies, and other people’s too, even further.

I sat down for the first time in a long time to catch up on some new stories. I was home alone, which is pretty rare. As I waited for the computer to boot up, I let my toes curl through the soft carpet. My body was already anticipating what was going to happen.

I read through a few stories, but nothing was peaking my interest yet, and I was getting frustrated.

I know it sounds funny, but there are certain elements of a story that must be there for me to enjoy them. I don’t know exactly what they are, but I know it when I read it. When I write, it excites me so much that I literally shake with sexual anticipation. My throat becomes dry and I begin to sweat. My typing bahis siteleri becomes like second nature and the words come shooting out at me faster than my mind can keep up. I find myself actually seeing everything as it’s happening, and I’m usually on the edge of orgasm through the entire process, and if that doesn’t happen, I delete it. When I’m done, I get myself off reliving what I just wrote. Those are the stories I look for. When people paint such a vivid picture of raw sexuality and lust, it shows.

Anyway, I was starting to give up, and my hormones were in overdrive. I grabbed my pillow and placed it between my legs. I pulled my feet up and sat cross-legged in my chair and played with my toes as I scrolled through story after story, enjoying the teasing effect the cool fabric had on my pussy. Just as I was about to abandon the whole idea I came across a story that made me boil with sexual tension.

I don’t know if I should mention what the story was, but If you ask me I will gladly tell you.

I don’t know what it was exactly. Maybe because it described a situation that had been similar bahis şirketleri to one of my own, or the description of the characters was so appealing, but I never knew, until now, how powerful this could be.

The story was about two sisters making love to each other for the first time.

As I read, I became unaware of everything around me. My pussy was actually dripping, and my body tingled.

I sat at my desk with my hands resting beside me. The pillow had fallen to the floor, and I was slumped in my chair, almost lying down with my feet stretched out and my head on the back rest. I could actually feel the story on my body. As I read on I felt as if I were actually there. I could smell sex in the air, and the touch of someone else on my skin.

I had never felt anything quite like it before. My nipples were hard and throbbing, and felt as though someone was sucking on them. My hips began to thrust up into the air, as I felt my pussy being penetrated by an expert hand, and before I knew what was happening I came. I actually had an orgasm from reading! I realized I had not even touched myself once. I never knew that it was possible, but it happened.

I had several more orgasms that afternoon, just thinking about that story, and for the first time, I even shared it with my sister.

Anne

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It ended suddenly, as forbidden love often does. Not with a Shakespearean-style death or a public scandal but with an anonymous email to his wife. Sarah knew their affair couldn’t last forever but she was still unprepared for the abruptness of the ending.

“She knows everything,” Kevin wrote in an email. “I won’t be seeing you again. Goodbye.”

Her heart pounding, Sarah couldn’t believe it at first. She re-read the email several times, thinking it must be a joke. How did this happen? And how could he be so terse after everything they shared? Luckily her husband had already gone to bed because she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

He called the next day and Sarah realised that it wasn’t that he didn’t care; it was just that he wanted to save his marriage. That meant removing Sarah from his life immediately and completely. Sarah tried to be gracious about it. She ached to hear the strain in his voice and wished she could hold him and kiss away the pain. But she didn’t beg or demand to see him again. The last thing she wanted was to see sympathy or worse; coldness in his eyes. So she told him she could be his if he ever changed his mind and said goodbye.

Unlike ripping off a Band-Aid, an abrupt end did not mean the pain was shortened. In the weeks that followed Sarah cried whenever she was alone. They used to email each other several times a day to share details of their lives or just something amusing but now there was nothing. Nothing but an empty void where his virtual presence had been. She wondered if she had simply imagined the connection they shared. He had said he loved her but how could he bear not to be with her if he felt the same way she did? Sarah didn’t even know why he had cheated on his wife if he wanted to stay with her. She knew why she did it — she had married the wrong man and had been too much of a coward to leave him. She knew she deserved to be punished but that didn’t make it easier to bear.

Kevin wasn’t perfect either, of course. He had his flaws and she loved him all the more because of that. Even if they could have had a real relationship, Sarah knew there was no such thing as happily ever after. But she loved the way he teased her. He was intelligent and competent but didn’t take life too seriously. Unlike her husband, who was prone to sulking if something didn’t go his way. She didn’t believe in the idea of a soul mate but she thought they would have been a really good match. As time passed with no contact she realised he obviously didn’t share her opinion. She felt guilty about the fact that his wife was hurting too, but at least she got to keep him. Sometimes Sarah felt angry at him for not choosing her instead. Sometimes she was angry at herself for falling for him. Why was she not good enough for him?

So Sarah hid the gaping hole in her heart and life went on. She tried to be the best mother, wife and employee she could be. Her children bahis firmaları had always been a source of joy and wonder and that should have been all that she needed. Now they would have to be enough. She tried to spice up her marriage but her husband was about as enthusiastic as a wet sock. The problem was not that they had lost the passion in their relationship, more that they never had much to start with. He was a good man and probably could have made someone else happy. But Sarah wanted someone who had initiative and enjoyed trying new things and didn’t stress about the small stuff. She had been discontent long before she met Kevin but could never quite put her finger on why. Now she knew what she was missing but it seemed just as unobtainable as ever.

Weeks turned into months and then years. They were not unhappy years. Her children grew into bright and inquisitive youngsters and they had many wonderful experiences including holidays at the beach and mountains and trips to amusement parks. Often her husband preferred just to stay home but that didn’t prevent them from having family fun without him. Her career progressed as well, and she even took up art again – when the children were old enough to be trusted not to put their sticky fingers in the oil paints. Her paintings had a more melancholy tone than when she was younger but no-one seemed to notice.

Sarah never ventured again to the online chat rooms where she had met Kevin. She had no interest in starting another relationship built on lies. Sometimes she looked him up on the internet but he was not the type to share his life publicly using social media so there was never anything to see.

Eventually her husband came to share her opinion that their relationship was more akin to flatmates or friends than lovers. Comfortable and safe but ultimately unfulfilling. So they agreed to separate and he got his own place nearby. The speed at which he found a girlfriend made Sarah wonder if she had something to do with his change of heart but she didn’t begrudge him his chance at love. The new woman was a bit wishy-washy but seemed to genuinely adore him. Thankfully the children took it all in their stride. They were used to doing separate things with mum and dad anyway, and it probably helped that the split was amicable.

So it was that Sarah found herself unexpectedly single after being attached her entire adult life. It seemed a lifetime ago that she had been a shy, chubby 19-year-old. Her first thought, of course, was to contact Kevin and see what he was up to these days. But she decided against it. The fact that he never contacted her implied that he was either still married, or single but still didn’t want her. It had been 5 years since they parted and he probably didn’t even think of her anymore. Her relationship status on Facebook was publicly visible if he ever cared to look.

Sarah wasn’t afraid of being single. She had kaçak iddaa stayed with her husband to avoid hurting him and the children, not herself. Now she felt an incredible sense of freedom. She had plenty of free evenings when the children were with their dad so was able to indulge all the fantasies she had saved up over the years. She was in pretty good shape for a woman in her late thirties so she acquired a sexy new wardrobe and explored the city nightlife. It was a lot easier to flirt with men when she didn’t care if they rejected her or not. With all the scar tissue around her heart no other man could even scratch it.

So she lived out her younger man fantasy and had threesomes (both ways) and a man with a sexy Scottish accent. Sarah had no interest in one-night-stands but formed several friends-with-benefits arrangements. The men were all intelligent, charming and well-groomed (she did have some standards, after all) but she didn’t have any strong feelings for any of them. Some of them expressed interest in a deeper relationship but her indifference soon drove them away. The sex was exciting for a while but ultimately unfulfilling. She soon got bored with having the same trite conversations with different men and gave up on going out altogether.

Sarah decided to indulge another fantasy she’d had for over a decade. She bought a run-down old house and set about renovating it from top to bottom. Her ex-husband thought she was crazy but she didn’t have to listen to him anymore. The children were excited, especially when she told them there was space enough for a pool and a large themed play area.

For months Sarah spent every spare moment designing, planning and working on her dream house and garden. She had to do as much as possible herself to keep costs down. As she put the kids to bed in their new bedrooms she realised she had never been so happy in her life. It would have been nice to have someone to snuggle up with at the end of a busy day, but she didn’t NEED a man. She found herself thinking less and less about Kevin.

Sarah was so busy she hardly noticed she had a new neighbour in the similarly ramshackle house next door. She did notice when he replaced the roof. A few weeks later he started building a fence out the front. It seemed he had similar renovation ambitions to her. It would have been rude not to acknowledge him when she walked passed so she got into the habit of saying hello. He seemed about her age, maybe slightly older. She never saw a woman but there was a boy and a girl there sometimes so she assumed he was divorced as well.

She was perched precariously on a scaffold and sanding a flaky window frame when she heard his voice behind her.

“Pardon?” she asked, trying to turn around without over-balancing.

He was leaning over the fence holding a tall glass with ice cubes in it. Water condensed invitingly on the surface. “I said, would you like kaçak bahis a cold drink?”

Sarah wiped the sweat from her brow. She had been working all morning and the sun really was getting uncomfortably intense. “I guess I could do with a break.”

“Excellent,” he smiled. “As much as I like seeing your backside in those shorts, it’s very tiring to watch you work for hours on end.”

His comment caught Sarah off-guard and she almost blushed like a schoolgirl. “Well, I wouldn’t want to tire you out,” she replied. “I accept your gracious offer”.

She walked around to his front porch where he had a couple of deck chairs set up in the welcome shade. “I would invite you in,” he said apologetically, “but it’s a health and safety hazard in there at the moment.” He handed her a glass of ice-cold fruit juice with a slice of lemon in it.

“I can relate to that,” she said with a rueful smile.

They sat and chatted for a while. Sarah learned his name was Tim and yes, he was divorced. They talked a lot about their renovation plans. Sarah often found it difficult to make small-talk with people but when it came to something she was passionate about she could converse for hours. Eventually he asked what else she was interested in.

“Art, travelling and having threesomes,” she said matter-of-factly.

Being more open and direct was something she had learned from Kevin. There was no point in hiding who she really was in case someone didn’t like it. If Tim was as prudish as her ex-husband it would be better to know sooner rather than later.

Tim raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Interesting,” he commented. “I enjoy watersports and playing with power tools, although a threesome sounds like fun too.”

Sarah gazed out over his front yard, which was scattered with building supplies and various tools including a circular saw, nail-gun, thicknesser and the most intimidating power drill she’d ever seen. “You do seem to have a lot of big tools,” she said with a sly grin. “One might almost wonder if you were over-compensating for something.”

“Hey!” he glared at her in mock outrage. “You’re lucky you’re cute or you wouldn’t get away with that.”

Sarah froze. “What did you just say?” she whispered.

“What’s the matter, you don’t like being called cute?” he asked in bemusement.

She shook her head. “It’s not that. It’s just that someone else used to say that to me.”

The smile faded from Tim’s face. “Sorry, I didn’t realise.”

“It’s ok, really,” she reassured him.

Later that night Sarah lay in bed, unable to sleep. She sifted through her emotions and found the part of herself that was still holding on to memories of Kevin. She examined it from every angle and then made a conscious decision to let go of the hurt and regret. It was time to move on. Not necessarily with Tim, but it was worth giving him a fair chance. She opened a photo of Kevin that she still kept on her phone. He was grinning mischievously in a way that used to make her knees go weak. She looked at him for a few more moments and then pressed the delete button. “Goodbye,” she whispered.

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I recently finished reading a novel in which the main character occasionally fantasized about his lover. Each time it happened the author would describe it something like this, “And when he was naked he turned to the mirror and touched himself”. That usually ended the chapter.

What I want to know is what happened? Was he so aroused by the thought of his girlfriend that he came by merely “touching” himself? Or did he just touch himself (no description of where) and that was that?

I have to believe that something more happened. Why was the author so touchy about adequately describing the scene? This was a fantasy for God’s sake! The guy was naked, standing in front of a mirror and thinking about his lover.

When I fantasize I don’t want to stop with touching myself. That doesn’t do much good. I want to go much farther. I want to take my stiff penis in my hand and masturbate until I cum. Hopefully, with a giant spurt!

One of my favorite fantasies is about a lady I used to date. She was beautiful. Six feet tall, very long gorgeous legs and large breasts with huge areole and jutting nipples. I was 21 and she was 32. Not only was she older, she was married and had 2 children. Apparently she and her husband had some kind of arrangement and they both did what they wanted. And what she wanted was my cock and lots of it!

When I met her she had never french kissed and was very innocent about sex. She knew that she liked it. Oh, how she liked it! But she didn’t know much about it.

I’ll never forget the day I taught her to masturbate. . .

It was a Saturday afternoon. In the summer. We had just finished lunch and had checked into a small motel.

All during lunch I could tell that Donna’s mind wasn’t on eating. She kept squirming around next to me in the booth in the diner just down the road from the motel. Finally, she put her hand in my lap and started groping around for my cock. She rubbed and then squirmed, rubbed and then squirmed some more.

“Donna, what’s up with you? I asked.

She could barely answer. When she was horny and turned on she didn’t seem to be able to concentrate on anything else. And she was a panter. At the slightest provocation she would start panting like a racehorse. Normally she didn’t stop until she had cum several times.

“Ohhhhhh!” She panted. “Let’s hurry! I can’t wait to get you alone in the motel!”

With that she started squirming even more. Then, as she looked directly into my eyes, she took my hand and placed it on her thigh. Just below the hem of her miniskirt. As I sat there looking at her she started moving my hand up her thigh. Up under her skirt, higher and higher.

As she moved my hand she started panting faster and louder. Finally, as my hand reached the junction between her legs I felt her pubic hair. She wasn’t wearing panties!

This was a major revelation. Donna was a housewife. Somewhat shy, fairly straight-laced and modest. She was relatively unsophisticated, a high school graduate, married to a man with quite a lot of money and very little interest in his wife. They had been married when she was just out of high school and that was about where her experience with sex started and ended.

For Donna, who was normally prim and proper until we were alone, to go out in public with no panties was a breakthrough of tremendous proportions.

She parted her legs slightly and then placed my hand directly on her slit. Another big surprise, she was not only wet, she was literally dripping. Her clitoris was swollen and protruding from between her lips and she felt hot as a furnace.

She moaned softly and thrust her pelvis against my hand.

Just then the waitress arrived with our orders. I retrieved my hand, much to Donna’s dismay and we began to eat lunch.

We ate quickly. I could tell that Donna was in no mood to wait any longer!

As we drove down the road to the motel, Donna once again grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. She took my hand and made a fist out of it. Then she uncurled my middle finger and thrust it right into her slick vagina. She was humping my hand so hard I could barely control the car.

Suddenly her body stiffened. She let out a loud moan, humped my finger even harder and then gasped “Ohhhhhh! I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

For about 30 seconds she continued to writhe around and then it was over. As she regained her senses she looked up at me and said “Thanks. You don’t know how much I needed that. I haven’t cum since the last time I saw you a week ago. I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

She had not cum in a week! I was astounded. This was the horniest lady I had ever met. She was multi-orgasmic. She was always wet and ready. How could she go a week without an orgasm?

On impulse I asked “Do you think of me when we’re not together?”

“Oh yes! All the time! It makes me so horny and wet when I think of the things we do together. I can hardly stand it!”

“Well what do you do about it?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” She bahis firmaları responded.

“When you get horny, how do you relieve yourself?”

“I don’t. I take cold showers or I try to think of something else. I don’t know what else to do”

“Well.” I suggested “You could masturbate.”

“Masturbate? What do you mean? You mean . . . do it to myself?” She gasped. “Oh no! I couldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Well . . . because . . . because . . .well, I don’t know. Isn’t it bad for you?”

“Not at all.” I responded. “Masturbation is a normal thing. You’ve probably been told differently by people who don’t have the imagination and the guts to live life to the fullest. Look, there are lots of times when a person gets horny without anybody else around. When that happens you either masturbate or go crazy trying to figure out how to relieve the pressure.”

By this time we were at the motel and just entering the room. Donna flopped down in one of the arm chairs and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up and I could nearly see the tops of her thighs and the treasure hidden within.

“Okay, for the sake of argument let’s say that I agree with you. So what? I don’t know how to do it.”

“Have you ever thought about how you might do it?” I asked.

“I’ve thought about it a little.” She said. “I imagine that it might be similar to when you rub my pussy before we make love. Once in a while I’ve thought about it when I was making dinner.” She gave a shy smile. “Usually when were having carrots or cucumbers. But I just can’t quite imagine shoving garden vegetables up my pussy!”

“You’re on the right track.” I said. “How about trying an experiment?”

“You mean now?”

“Sure. I’ll teach you to masturbate and then, when I’m not around, you’ll have a way to make yourself cum. First, let’s do it with your clothes on. If you get horny when you are out somewhere, you’ll need to know how to do it this way. Now, unbutton the first 4 buttons on your blouse.”

She began to unbutton her semi-sheer silk blouse. Underneath I could see the lacy bra she was wearing. Her large dark brown areolae where just visible under the bra.

“Okay, put your left hand inside your blouse and gently cup your right breast. Then rub the whole breast slowly.”

She let out a small sigh as she complied with my orders.

“Now slip the bra cup down off of your breast. Take your thumb and forefinger and feel the nipple. See how hard it gets?”

“Ohhhh . . .” She breathed. She was panting again. “My nipple is so sensitive. When I do this I can feel a tingle all the way down to my pussy!”

Once again Donna began to wiggle around in her chair. Her breathing became faster. I could see her nipple growing larger and harder as she manipulated it.

“That’s right.” I said. “Talk about how you are feeling while you are doing this. It will help me to coach you through this.”

“I’m beginning to feel very horny.” She panted as she continued to play with her nipple. “This feels so good! I want you to see it. Look! Look at my nipple. It’s so hard. Please take it in your mouth and suck it like you always do.”

“Not right now.” I said. “Maybe later. Right now we’re going to concentrate on teaching you to masturbate. I want you to be able to cum whenever you feel the urge.”

“Oh lover!” Donna breathed. “I always want to cum. And I want to cum again now.”

Donna continued to writhe around in her chair and her mini-skirt rode higher and higher on her gorgeous thighs. As she continued to roll her nipple between her thumb and forefinger she uncrossed her legs and began rubbing them together, trying to get some relief for her pussy.

Her skirt had now reached the tops of her thighs and I could clearly see her pubic hair and the top of her slit. Suddenly, Donna spread her legs wide and I could see her clit peeking out from between her pussy lips. In the light of the hotel room I could see the reflection of light off the moisture that had gathered between her thighs.

One again Donna closed her legs and began to rub her thighs together. She let out a loan moan.

“Oh please. I want to cum so bad! What do I do now?

“First, spread your legs apart. Then reach down with your hand and feel the roughness of your pussy hair. Now, take your middle finger and slid it down into your pussy slit. Keep going down until you come to your vagina. Stick your finger in.”

Now Donna really began to pant. She gave another moan as her finger slid down her pussy slit, passing over her clitoris, and continued down to her vagina. Then, with an audible “Ohhh!” she inserted her finger into her vagina.

“Now, move your finger in and out and get it well lubricated.” I instructed. “Get it as wet as you can.”

Donna eagerly complied. She pulled her finger part way out, then shoved it back in. Her hips began moving and she started to hump her finger.

“No, no.” I said. “Don’t start finger fucking yourself. That does not happen until lesson two. Right now I just want you kaçak iddaa to get your finger wet. Now take your finger out of your pussy and start rubbing your clit with it. Just like I do it.”

Reluctantly, Donna removed her finger from her pussy and began massaging her clit which, by this time, was protruding noticeably from between her pussy lips.

“Oh God, that feels good!” Donna panted, her hips moving up and down. “That feels so good. Please don’t make me stop. I’m going to cum. Oh yes, here it cums. Now! I’m cuming!”

Donna always made a lot of noise when she came. This time was no exception! As she came she rubbed her clit frantically, her shapely ass moving in time with her fingers. Soon it was all over. The pace slowed and Donna removed her fingers from her pussy. They were dripping with pussy juice and gleamed in the light.

“Oh, lover!” She said in a low husky voice. “That was terrific. I can’t believe that I just made myself cum.”

“You did a great job.” I said. “Now you can have a reward. Do you see how wet and sticky your fingers are? Put them in your mouth and lick them clean.”

Donna did as she was told. She began slurping greedily on her fingers.

“Ummmm . . . that tastes good! You never told me I tasted like this.”

“As I recall, I’ve never had a chance. When I get done licking your pussy you are always so eager to put my cock inside you that we never have had a chance to talk about it.”

“What a great idea!” She exclaimed. “Let’s put your cock in me right now. I want to cum again.”

“Not quite yet.” I replied. “We’ve got more work to do. Now you know that you can make yourself cum when you are fully dressed. I would be careful about trying that when you are driving a car, but just about anyplace else be just fine.

“Imagine that you are in Marshall Field’s trying on dresses and you begin to get horny. You can just go in the dressing room and rub yourself until you cum. Or maybe you are out to lunch with one of your girlfriends. All you have to do is excuse yourself, go into the bathroom and make yourself cum in one of the stalls. The key is to dress appropriately so that you can masturbate where ever you happen to be. Dresses and skirts are good choices. So are loose fitting blouses and bras that fasten in the front. One other thing-panties and panty hose just get in the way. If you must wear stockings wear hose and keep them up with garters-its very sexy and won’t interfere with your fun. And don’t wear panties at all. Sure you can pull the crotch aside when you are masturbating but its more trouble than it’s worth. Besides, if you are not wearing panties you’ll feel sexier and your pussy will probably be wet all of the time.”

“I’m feeling very sexy now.” Donna said. “What do you plan to do about it?”

“Nothing, right now.” I replied. “You’ve still got more to learn about the fine art of self-manipulation. Now, take off all of your clothes and I’ll teach you how to masturbate when you are all alone at home and have plenty of time.”

Donna rose from her chair and began taking off her clothes. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and tugged it out of the waistband of her skirt. As she shrugged it off of her shoulders I could see her very large left breast bulging over the top of the downturned bra cup. The nipple was still distended and very hard. Her huge areola, nearly 6″ in diameter, was slightly crinkled, its rich dark brown color a nice contrast to the paler hue of her breast.

She reached back and unhooked her bra. Then, she brought her hands up to her breasts and shrugged her shoulders slightly to let the bra straps fall down her arms. As her left hand met her left breast I could see Donna give a small shudder-as if she had received a slight jolt of electricity. Almost involuntarily she began to caress her breast and her fingers sought her rock hard nipple.

Donna began panting again as she rubbed her bare breast. With her right hand she drew the bra off her other breast and, pausing momentarily to remove the strap from her left arm, she dropped the bra on the floor. Her right hand then cupped her right breast and began to gently rub the nipple .

Her breathing became even faster as she stood in the middle of the room rubbing her large breasts. After a moment she let go of her right breast and her right hand began to travel down her body. Making lazy circles with her hand, Donna caressed her rib cage, then down to her flat muscular tummy. She paused at her navel, tracing circles around it and then her hand continued its descent.

As Donna’s hand dipped below her waist she grasped the hem of her mini-skirt and began to pull it up. Slowly her short cropped bush came into view-it was quite a sight to behold. Donna then lowered her hand down to her pussy and began to rub it slowly. A moan came from her lips.

“Wait!” I exclaimed. “You are still partially dressed. We’ve got to have you naked and there are a couple of things that need to be done before you can do that.”

Reluctantly, Donna kaçak bahis stopped rubbing herself and looked at me expectantly.

“Take the rest of your clothes off.” I said. “Then we’ll continue.”

Donna unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it. The skirt fell to her feet. She stepped out of the skirt and her shoes came off at the same time. She stood in front of me totally nude. She was gasping now.

“Oh, I’m so turned on. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like I could cum a hundred times. I want to cum a hundred times. What do we do now?”

“Come over to the bed and I’ll show you.”

I led her across the room. We went over to the bed which was beside the side wall of the bathroom. The entire wall on that side was covered with a large mirror. This would be ideal for helping Donna discover herself.

“Have you ever really looked at your body Donna?” I asked.

“No.” She said.

“Here’s what I want you to do. Sit down on the side of the bed with your feet on the floor and face the mirror.”

Donna complied.

“Now take both hands and start caressing your breasts.”

Once again Donna started massaging those massive mammaries.

“Take the nipples and pull on them. Go on, you won’t hurt yourself. Pull them out from your body as far as you can.”

Donna began to pull on her nipples. She was panting like a freight train by this time. Soon she developed a motion that looked like she was trying to milk herself.

“Ohhhhh! This feels great. It’s making my pussy feel like it’s on fire. Ahhhh. My nipples, my nipples, ohhhhh! Oh lover, I need to feel a tongue on my nipples. Please suck them for me. Please!”

“You’ve got very large breasts. I’ll be you can suck them yourself. Why don’t you try?”

With that Donna cupped her right breast and brought it up to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out from between her lips and began to lick the nipple. Then Donna lifted the breast a bit more and took the nipple between her lips. As she began to suck on her nipple, Donna began moaning. Her sucking became more frenzied and it looked as if she was trying to tear her other nipple off as she pulled and pinched it. She then began clenching and unclenching her legs.

“Do you see what you are doing, Donna?” I asked. “Look in the mirror. Watch yourself as you suck on your nipple. Does that feel good? Does it turn you on?”

“Yesss. Oh yes! I turns me on so much. It feels so good I can’t stand it”

“It’s time to move on now. We’re going to give some time to your pussy.”

“Oh, that’s great. Can I come now?”

‘Not yet, but soon. Now, spread your legs as wide as you can and let’s take a good look at your pussy.”

Donna spread her legs until her glorious pussy was in full view.

“Describe what you see.”

“I see my pussy and it looks beautiful.” She said. “I can see the long slit in the center and my pussy lips on the side. I never realized how fat and puffy they are.

“Right in the middle I see my clitoris sticking out. I can also see how wet I am.”

“Take your fingers and pull your pussy lips apart and we’ll be able to see even more.” I instructed.

“OK. Now I can see all of my clit. And below that I see my hole. I call it my “cock hole” because that’s where I love to stick your beautiful cock. In fact if you just come over here for a minute I’ll stick it in right now. Please? I love to cum on your cock.”

“Not yet. We’re not done with your lesson yet. Now, I want you to hold your pussy lips apart with one hand and insert one finger of the other hand into your vagina.”

Donna did as she was told. Slowly the middle finger of her right hand was inserted into her “cock hole”.

“Oh my God!” Said Donna. “Look at that. My finger is disappearing into my cock hole. And it feels so good. And look how wet I am.”

She pulled her finger out and raised her hand so that I could see it. Her finger was coated with her pussy juice-thick, slick and sticky. With her other hand she started massaging her pussy again.

“Ahhh. Yessss. Ummm. Oh that feels so good! I just want to rub my pussy until my clit falls off!”

“OK. Now let’s see you put 2 fingers in your pussy.” I commanded. “I want you to pay close attention and watch them sliding in and out as you finger fuck yourself.”

Now her forefinger and middle finger were both inserted and Donna began a slow rhythm as her fingers slid in and out, in and out.

“Oh baby.” She moaned. “I love this. Oh look at that. Look at my fingers. They’re so wet. Look at them go in and out of my cock hole. I can’t believe I’m doing this-why did I wait so long to start? Look at me. I’m finger fucking my cock hole and it feels great!”

Donna continued her play by play commentary as she continued to finger fuck her dripping pussy.

“Now stop.” I said. “We’re going to go on to another exercise.”

“I don’t want to stop!” She pouted. “I’m getting ready to cum again. I’ve only cum twice you know.”

“I know, but I want to teach you correctly and you’ve got more to learn. Now I’m going to teach you to jack off your clit.”

“What’s that? She asked.

“It’s something like when a man masturbates.” I said. “Only you do it with your clit.”

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The click click click of the rain on the metal awning awakens her. She has been alone, waiting for him to show up. So many things are running through her mind as she paces the room waiting for some sign that he has made the long trip successfully.

She can’t decide which is stronger. The beating of her heart, or the tingling in her groin. She has wanted this weekend for months now and she absentmindedly runs her hand up her inner thigh as she closes her eyes and thinks of the sound of his voice the last time she heard him.

“I will be there soon,” he whispered over the phone, ” tonight when the clock strikes 8. you will be mine… just mine.” and with that he had hung up the phone.

She was lost in the rhythm of the rain and the throbbing in her heart and pussy. “I hope he is the man that I think he is” she thinks to herself. “I hope I don’t disappoint him.” she is jolted back to reality as she hears both the chiming of the eight-o-clock hour and the forceful rapping on the door.

“He’s here.” she smiles, and opens the door and throws her arms around him and kisses his lips. Startled as the bellboy pulls away from her embrace wiping the lipstick from his mouth with a nervous smile, “I, uh, have a message for you.” he stammers and hands her the sealed envelope. As he walks away with a tip in hand she can see him stagger, still woozy from the kiss he had received from the near naked woman.

She looks at the envelope and pauses for only a moment before she rips the top open.

Her hands shaking with anticipation, she unfolds the letter and reads…

“I have been unavoidably detained. Please take the car and go to the restaurant, I will be along as soon as I can break away.”

Tears started to flow as she crumpled up the letter and made a perfect 3 point shot into the waste basket. Dejectedly she walks around getting her things and taking the slow walk to the car. As she makes the drive to the restaurant she starts to seethe with anger. “How can he do this to ME. Get me all excited and dressed up just to let me down. It just isn’t right!” punctuating the last statement with a hard rap on the steering wheel. It was only then that she realized that she was crying and screaming at the same time, and that during her tirade she had been pressing down progressively harder on the gas peddle.

The sudden flashing of blue and red lights woke her out of her childish tantrum. Composing herself as she watches the cop get slowly out of his vehicle and move with graceful authority toward her now open window.

“Evening Officer,” she said, doing her best Marilyn Monroe impersonation. “I’m sorry if I was going a bit too fast, I just plumb forgot what the speed limit was.” as she uttered those words she ran a long slender finger provocatively down her cleavage.

“Out of the car ma’am,” was the stern reply for the less than impressed officer. “turn around and place your hands on top of the car.” he said matter of factually as if he had never even noticed the plentiful amount of breast that was pushing from the top of her blouse.

Shaking bahis firmaları as she turned to face the car. Feeling the cool steel beneath her palms. All at once she felt his foot spreading her ankles farther apart and firm hips pressed to her bottom.

” I am doing this as much for your protection as my own ma’am.” he said firmly. With that he brought one wrist and then the other behind her back. The tight cuffs being attached to them.

His breath hot and short as he whispered in her ear. “Or perhaps I mean as much for your PLEASURE as much as MINE.” he said with a haunting giggle.

Her body at once pressed against the vehicle. She could hear the rustle of a buckle being undone and then the sound of a zipper moving downward.

She was unable to move…or maybe deep down she did not want to. His hips were firm to hers and there was no mistaking the desire. She could feel him growing as he let his pants fall with a thud to the pavement.

Suddenly her bound hands felt the firm, warm flesh of his cock as he placed it between them. Instinctively she wrapped her fingers around his swollen appendage and he started to pump his hips.

Her face pressed against the cold glass of the car in sharp contrast to the heat from the officer and the heat building between her legs.

“Oh God,” she thought.” how can I be doing this? I should be screaming in fright.” and still her hands gently stroked his manhood as he grabbed her hips and pumped slowly.

She could feel the slow trickle of moisture as it ran ever so slowly down her thighs. She wondered why no one stopped to come to her aid on this somewhat busy street. Then she realized that in the dark of the night and with the position of his body to hers it must have looked routine.

The betrayal of her body was a shock to her. She had always been careful of her choice in partners and had only had a few. She had left the hotel hurt and disappointed because her man had not shown, she had driven recklessly to get to him and now here she was with a strangers cock between her gripping fingers…and she could think of nothing else but how good it would feel inside her. How she longed for it to stretch her tight nether lips and fill her completely.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she realized how close to an orgasm she was.

She could hear his panting, knowing that he was getting close too. Then all at once he stopped. His rigid member pulled reluctantly from her grip as her fingers tried desperately to keep it there. She started to look back at him.

“Don’t!” he shouted and pressed her against the car and then a piece of cloth of some sort sent her world into complete darkness as he tied it behind her head. Trying to look for even a hint of light was useless, she was blind.

The clunk of the car door being opened and her body being lifted and then tossed into the back seat shook her back to reality. Again she thought of screaming. But as she opened her mouth it was immediately filled with the tip of his pulsating cock. The smell of his sex was strong and kaçak iddaa …wonderful.

Her tongue wrapped around it as he slowly slid it deeper inside. His groan letting her know the pleasure he felt. She was his now. She knew this. As she lay on her back with her head off the side of the seat he rocked his hips and fucked her mouth slowly at first and then with an increased tempo that sent spasms through every part of her body.

She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollow as she suctioned his penis wanting him to fill her mouth with his love juice.

Feeling her dress rise slowly she started to pull away.

” Keep sucking!” he hissed and pressed it down her throat making her gag on him.

She could feel the stiff night stick as it rubbed her now molten hot flesh.

“What a night NOT to wear panties.” she thought almost laughingly.

Moaning loudly as he pressed the firm rod to the entrance of her cavern and said “Yessssss!” almost pleading with him to plunge it deep.

She writhed, not sure how much longer she could take the sexual torture being done to her. She wanted to cum NOW!!

again came that haunting laugh. One almost recognizable to her but yet she was unable to place where she might of heard it before. That train of thought was broken as the night stick slid into her and he started to thrust it in and out.

“That’s it my little slut. Take both of them deep.” and she did.

Then once again as quickly as it started. He was gone. No cock in her mouth, no night stick filling her wanton pussy. She almost cried. This was unbearable!! She wanted to be fucked and she wanted it now! How dare he leave her so close to cumming! How dare he leave her…..

and that was when she knew.

But comprehension was short lived. In the next moment hands gripped her tender breasts. A masculine hip with a throbbing shaft plunged between her thighs. His grunt evidence of the force at which he impaled her. His girth almost ripping her apart. He was so large!

She wrapped her legs around his hips and dug her heels hard into his thighs. She could feel the sweat on his body as he pounded her aching pussy.

No reprieve, no moment to catch a breath or collect a thought. Just raw animal mating. Her hips writhed and bucked. Her sounds were not any she had ever heard come out of her mouth.

He did not stop…she wondered if he ever would and she wondered if she ever wanted him to.

Over and over again he assaulted her tender flesh with his manhood. His balls slapping out a tempo on her ass. The pain of laying on her bound wrists, and the relentless pounding of her body left her breathless. Wriggling to get more comfortable only led to harder thrusts from this officer of the law.

“YESSSSSS!!!!” she heard herself shout “I am going to cum!” her hips uncontrollable as she pushed, to meet his piston like hips. Diving him to hit the back of her cervix with each stroke.

His only answer was more relentless pounding. They were both lost in their desire for release and it came. Not as a gentle wave crashing kaçak bahis against the shore, but as if a dam had burst from years of built up pressure. As if the walls that had held back her juices had given way to a life time of pent up sexual frustration.

Her sobbing was not that of sadness but that of pleasure. Just when she thought she could take no more his throbbing cock let loose a torrent of white hot sperm. At once mixing with her own. Their combined juice spilling out of her as he pummelled her very tender lips.

When the juices stopped flowing she felt him pull from her. The only sound the heavy breathing and the pounding of their hearts. Tiny drops of his sweat fell like raindrops on her overheated body. Sometime in the fury of their coupling her shirt had been opened exposing her naked flesh.

She was suddenly aware of everywhere his mouth, teeth and hands had been and she couldn’t move.

Then tender hands started to dress her. She felt the fabric once again cover her body as he gently smoothed her clothes and then brushed her sweat drenched hair back into place.

He released the cuffs and placed her hands on the wheel.

“I am going to let you go this time, I think you have paid your debt to society.” he murmured. “Don’t remove the blindfold for three minutes and I want you to count out loud so I can hear you.”

She did as she was told and she heard the police car pull away.

She composed herself as best she could and pulled back onto the road. Her mind whirling as she made her way to the restaurant and the man who was waiting for her.

“What will I tell him?” she thought “how can I explain what happened”

When she arrived he was already seated at the table. He didn’t rise when she came in but stayed planted in his seat.

“I am so sorry to be late,” he apologized. ” I will try not to let it happen again.” and with that he smiled an odd smile.

They ate and drank. They held hands and whispered words of love to each other and she felt at ease.

“You look different tonight,” he smiled at her. “almost as if you have just been laid.” he chuckled at his own words.

She blushed.

“I have taken the liberty of extending our stay. “he stated as he paid the bill and left a generous tip. “I want us to really explore our desires and our fantasies this week. After all this trip is as much for your PLEASURE as my own.” he said with a wink.

She froze where she was. “What did he just say?”

And then she remembered that laugh and those tender hands that felt so familiar.

“Did I ever tell you that I have some great friends in the sheriffs department?” he said as he started to rise. ” They even let me take out an old patrol car once in a while just for fun.”

And as he rose to his full height and started to walk away she saw that he was wearing the pants of a Sheriff’s uniform and glancing out the window she saw the patrol car in the parking lot.

“I don’t have to return it until tomorrow,” he commented over his shoulder. “perhaps we can find some more offenders that we can…” and with that his voice trailed off.

Smiling she got to her feet and felt the tingling in her most private of places. “Yes,” she whispered under her breath. “Maybe we can.” and she ran after him.

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You have got it bad for her. Feels so good to want her. She is that dirty little attention whore. She loves to share all the twisted thoughts that pass through her mind with you. Loves to dangle it before you. Play with your mind. The thought of you sitting there drooling over her juicy little ass is inspirational to her.

She wants you to want her…she wants you to share in the debauchery of her little mind. She loves to tease you. To see you suffer the way you want to suffer. To make your squirm. When she knows you are looking at her…watching her…squeezing her ass with your eyes, smelling every inch of her from a far, she throbs. The idea that you want to take a bottle of Jergen’s, and rush off to make a big mess makes her squeeze her hot little thighs so tight she squeaks.

The worst part is knowing that she is not gonna give it to you. Not gonna let you get what you want. She is good. So good she has you thinking it feels better to have your orgasm held hostage by her. To have her deny you. To feel that throbbing blue beacon between your legs rather than release. To have her nudging you ever so closely to your edge, but never pushing you over.

She wakes up most mornings with you in mind. She loves to torture you. She güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri showers. Makes everything sparkle and shine. Then she chooses something wear, something to incite the dog in you. Something that you could slip your hands under easily. Something that allows you to make quick contact with her juicy little apple and those sweet tits.. Something soft. Something fine. She loves the thought of making you stiff. She enjoys knowing that you think about stuffing it inside her. You like the way she builds you up and holds you there. The way she shows you all her little parts. Her voice. Her eyes. Her wicked way. You know she is happy to get you all lit up because you know she is just a naughty little dick tease. Worse than that, you know you love nothing in this world more than being teased by her that naughty little dick tease.

When she comes through the door from work you already have your fly half unzipped. You have it in your hot little hand. When greet you her she saunters past you as if she notices nothing out of the ordinary. This tips you just a tad closer to your brink. You can smell her perfume. Pink candy floss. The way it fills your nose and permeates your senses makes you heady. Your dick suddenly güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri feels heavier in your hand.

She is stripping out of her tiny little skirt and flimsy little shirt. Makes you lick you pathetic lips. As she is crossing through the foyer, passed the kitchen and into the bedroom the clothing is falling off of her. Like her hypno-fuckzombie you follow the little trail, softly pulling on your prick. You stand in the door and watch her as she lays out on the bed.

You start to drip a little. You have that feeling in your hot nuts. You want to fuck her so bad, but you know she won’t let you get close to her or it. That pretty little pink slit she has between those soft thighs… Feels good to lick your lips, just to stick your tongue out….She is doing it again. Spreading her little legs wide, so wide her pretty feet are nearing the edges of either side of the bed. She is looking at you with that look. That glint in her eye makes you want to squeeze your johnny a little harder. She shakes her head. No. She fucking loves it. Teasing you, making you sweat.

She Stuffs her index finger in her mouth and sucks on it like it’s the straw in her favorite shake still shaking her head saying güvenilir bahis şirketleri no. No, do not tug on your fuck-stick. No, you are not going to cum tonight. She’s going to do it again. That thing she does every time she pulls this routine. She reaches down to her wet little cunny and starts to play. She shows it to you, describes it to you. Tells you how she feels. The sound of her fingering her wet little gash finally conjures the beast in you. You burn, and you ache, and you start to stir with frustration. She starts to giggle and moan. Your balls twist. The sounds and her reaching the pinnacle of bliss at the top of her lungs make you reach for it again. Its leaking like a faucet now.

You stand there salivating, wet with pre-cum, a dick so swollen and hot you would drop you load if she dared to breathe on it. You watch her as she rubs her button and squirms until she finally cries out in ecstasy. You wait like a good and patient boy while she gathers herself. While she recovers from having her orgasm. When she regains composer, you give her that desperate look. She smiles that wicked smile and makes her way over to you, putting her pussy tainted fingers under your greedy nose. You take a long deep breath. It literally makes your stomach drop with excitement. Your stiff cock grazes her thighs, the blood floods instantly to the head. She leans forward as if to finally let you taste her lips, You are ready to feel full release upon touch…but instead of putting her hot mouth on yours she whispers so beautifully, “go take a cold shower.”

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Spoiler Alert: This story defines gentle femdom as ‘female domination without the elements of pain, punishment, or humiliation.’ It is recommended that the reader make sure this is what they are in the mood for before proceeding.

The sound made by dozens of metal legged chairs sliding across a hardwood floor is a signature of academia. Sure it can be found in other places but it’s most common at the end of a college class. It’s an audible signal to end a learning period. I’d not been teaching long, but it was a sound I’d come to enjoy.

There were lots of things about my new life I enjoyed. After spending my twenties running the fun but chaotic race of big city life I’d decided it was time for a change. Over the summer, I got a job teaching math at a medium-sized university in a small city upstate. I bought a house that was walking distance from the campus and settled into a more mature lifestyle.

I taught lower-level math courses. The 101 stuff that students had to take as part of their core curriculum or was a prerequisite for their course of study. I had three Monday, Wednesday, Friday classes, and two Tuesday, Thursday classes. Each class had about twenty freshmen or sophomores in it. I found learning everyone’s name and remembering their face was the most challenging part of the job.

Pam was one of the students whose name I did learn. She was petite with short brown hair and wore black cat-eye glasses. She always dressed in baggy, comfortable college girl clothes that made it impossible to distinguish her body shape. When in class she would blend in like camouflage. The truth was I recognized her personality more than her appearance.

A few weeks into the semester Pam made it a habit to ask a one-on-one question after every class. They were good questions and she always understood my explanation. I found her to be polite, well-spoken, and more mature than the rest of her classmates.

After a Tuesday class in early October, we were reviewing the approach to a set of extra-credit problems. We’d finished when she asked, “Are you of House Mormont?”

Her question seemed completely random and out of context with the situation. Yet the mention of one of my favorite elements from my favorite fictional universe immediately caught my attention.

“Your coffee cup. It’s the sigil of House Mormont right?” she asked pointing to the green mug with a drawing of a black bear inside the outline of a shield.

She was correct, the cup was the symbol of a family of characters from the Song of Ice and Fire book series. The same series that was later popularized by the Game of Thrones television show.

I smiled, “Yes it is. You must be a fan. No one’s ever recognized it before.”

Pam grinned back, “I discovered the TV show in high school, then decided to read all of the books.”

“Well, I discovered the books in high school. The show didn’t start until I was finishing my masters.”

“Wow, you’re an original fan. Where did you get the cup? I’ve never seen one like that?”

“I got this one at the San Diego Comic-Con in 2015. The show was huge back then and there were lots of vendors selling cool stuff.”

“That must’ve been a great time,” she replied.

We spent the next few minutes talking about the TV show and book series before she had to get to her next class. In the following weeks, Pam continued to stop after my lectures to ask questions. They were always about the workload. Never again did she bring up our common fandom.

At the end of the month came Halloween. It was my first as a homeowner. I decided to make the best of the opportunity by dressing up and handing out candy. I pulled out a Jorah Mormont costume I’d worn to a couple of Game of Thrones events. It consisted of a dyed yellow shirt, a brown leather kilt, and a pair of black pants. I accessorized that with a turquoise scarf, a decorative brooch, a leather belt, and brown wraps around my hands and upper arms. A replica longsword in a leather sheath pulled it all together. I looked as rugged, refined, and wise as the character.

It was a nice night so I stayed on the front porch rather than opening the door every few minutes. This also allowed me to be more festive. Some of the parents and older trick-or-treaters even recognized my costume. The whole experience was enjoyable and I remember feeling good about my decision to leave the hectic pace of big city living.

I saw a wide variety of trick-or-treaters. The first several waves were children dressed as pirates, nurses, magicians, and superheroes. After that came the high school kids. There were a lot of zombies and vampires in that group. The last wave was university students. I guessed they were mostly freshmen who didn’t want to give up traditions or hadn’t discovered the seasonal frat parties yet. These costumes were thrown together and very adult-themed. Packs of sexy rocker chic’s, toga-wearing Romans, and scantily clad witches all came looking for treats.

The parade of costumes began to slow down at about 8 pm. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri In the next half an hour, only three more college kids come by. I figured that was the last of them so I went inside and grabbed a beer. About ten minutes later the doorbell rang. I was reaching for the candy bowl as I opened the front door. Before I had a chance to see my visitor I heard a female voice say, “Trick-Or-Treat!”

Standing on my porch was an amazing looking woman in an immaculate Daenerys Targaryen costume. Daenerys is one of the central protagonists in the Game of Thrones storyline. My Jorah Mormont character was originally sent to spy on her but soon became one of her most devoted followers. Eventually, he develops feelings for her that you don’t know if she completely reciprocates. It’s one of my favorite storylines in the books and the shows actors did an amazing job capturing the sexual tension on screen.

The woman mixed a wry smile with an expression of fun before saying in character, “Ser Jorah, First Knight of my Queensguard, how are you on this lovely evening?”

I had to shake the amazement out of my head to respond in character, “I’m well Khaleesi, what brings you to my house?”

The woman started giggling, “Um candy?”

I laughed in response knowing there was no Westeros equivalent to trick-or-treating and the very cute way she broke character.

I couldn’t get over how incredible she looked. She wore Daenerys’ breaker of chains outfit. This was a deep blue tunic over brown leggings, with a flap that tied to hide the divide. She also wore heeled leather boots and a cape that matched the blue of the tunic. She accessorized with silver rings on each hand and an exquisite platinum blonde wig. This wasn’t someone wearing a Halloween costume, this was a fictional character brought to life.

The woman in the costume was also amazing. She didn’t look like the actress Emilia Clarke from the TV show but had many features of a Targaryen woman. She stood statuesque and had a pale, unblemished complexion. Her frame was slender with a flat belly and small hips. Her breasts were the perfect size for her torso creating amazing accenting curves. She didn’t have the purple eyes as described in the books, however, they were a deep brown that went perfectly with her outfit.

“Happy Halloween,” I said. “Your costume is simply awesome.”

“Thanks, yours too. I haven’t seen many Jorah Mormont costumes.”

“Well, I’ve seen a lot of Daenerys Targaryen costumes, and none measure up to yours.”

She blushed a little, “Thank You. I bet you’re a fan of the show?”

“Actually, a fan of the whole universe. I read the first book just a few months after release and have been hooked ever since.”

“Wow, a fan from the beginning, impressive.” She bounced her head from side to side before asking, “Would you mind if I got a picture of you in your costume?”

I was so excited to meet another costumed fan, “Absolutely, come in, come in.”

After stepping inside, she reached into a small brown purse that doubled as a candy bag and pulled out her phone. I positioned myself under the hall light and struck a pose. She snapped a few pictures before grinning, “Perfect thanks.”

“You’re welcome, hey would you mind if I got some shots of you?” I asked.

“No, not at all.”

I went into the den and grabbed my phone. When I got back I found Daenerys in the same spot I’d been and already posing.

She was the perfect model and very photogenic. I asked her to change positions a few times and she was more than willing. She seemed to enjoy the attention. The more I looked at her the more enamored I became. She was gorgeous and her costume was flawless. I could’ve spent the next several hours taking hundreds of photos. Not wanting to look like a total creeper I stopped after about a dozen.

“Thanks, you look like a real Targaryen,” I stammered. “I doubt I’ll get any more trick-or-treaters tonight, your welcome to take the last of the candy.”

“Great,” she said before adding, “Actually, would you mind if I used your bathroom?”

I pointed down the hallway, “Go right ahead. It’s the last room on the left.”

She grimaced before asking, “Could you do me a tiny favor?”

“Sure.”

“I can’t reach the zipper on the back of this outfit. Would you mind unzipping me?” she turned and pulled the cape away from her back.

I was dumbfounded, not knowing how to answer. It was an innocent enough request, harmless and trusting. It was, however, strange coming from someone I didn’t know and who didn’t know me. I then realized if I said no that might seem even stranger than her request. “Um sure,” I agreed.

I reached out, took ahold of the slider tab, and with a steady downward motion unzipped her tunic. The sides separated to reveal the smooth pale skin of her back. She wasn’t wearing a bra. My nerd brain found this both sexy and accurate to the character. When the slider came to a stop at the small of her back I took a second güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri to admire the view before saying, “All set.”

“Thanks,” she acknowledged and began walking down the hall.

I watched the back of her sexy frame as she moved away from me. Her curves were just as amazing from this angle. I’d been thinking about what Daenerys Targaryen looked like for almost fifteen years. This woman was as beautiful, graceful, and confident as I’d imagined.

Minutes later she emerged from the bathroom and asked, “One more favor, could you zip me up now?”

“Sure.”

I walked down the hall as she turned to face the open door of my den. She peered into the room as I closed the dress. When I was finished she said, “Oh wow,” and stepped inside.

It was a small room but a perfect space for working at home. One wall had a large window facing my backyard and one was all built-in shelving. There was just enough space for a tattered oak desk, a swivel chair, and a vintage Chesterfield red leather sofa that was my grandfather’s.

It wasn’t the room itself that Daenerys seemed drawn to, but what I had stored in it. The entire room was memorabilia from a Song of Ice and Fire. The shelves were full of books and framed signed photos of cast members. There were also replicas of Longclaw, Needle, and several other weapons famous to the fictional world.

“This is amazing,” she marveled. “Is it all real?”

“No, not all. The swords are decorative but that dagger is made from naturally formed glass. I got the actors’ autographs at conventions. Everything else I scavenged from antique shows or specialty shops.”

She grinned and looked at me, “And the books?”

“Yes, I have several editions of each novel.” I pulled one off the shelf, “This one’s my favorite. A first edition hardcover of A Game of Thrones signed by George R.R. Martin.”

I opened the cover to show her the autograph. She gently ran her fingers over it, “That’s awesome.”

Stepping away from the shelves, she looked at one of the pictures on the wall. It was an artist rendition of Jorah Mormont giving Daenerys gifts at her wedding to Khal Drogo. My guest looked at it for what seemed like hours. Eventually, she turned and asked, “Do you think Jorah and Daenerys would’ve ever explored their feelings for each other?”

I could tell her mood had shifted. She was no longer a gleeful fan admiring collectibles. She was more serious and intuitive, wanting a deeper conversation.

This was a topic I’d thought about a lot over the years. It felt good to finally share my thoughts, “His attraction to her was obvious. But I’m not convinced she felt the same way about him.”

“I don’t know, I think she was attracted to Mormont. She knew that he knew how to treat a woman. He was a loyal partner, he was smart, experienced, and way more mature than the young warriors she was surrounded by. I think all of those things made him very appealing to her,” she stepped closer to me. “They’re all things that appeal to any woman.”

“Yes, but he knew his place. He had no family, no land, and no power. He had nothing to offer her.”

She looked me in the eye, “She didn’t need that from him. He was enough for her. Yes, he couldn’t be her king but he could be with her. Make her happy. There was a lot of that in the Seven Kingdoms.”

“He would’ve worried too much about giving her a bastard child. Shaming the woman he cared for.”

She reached out and started rubbing my chest, “She couldn’t have babies, remember. They could have as much sex as they want without any fear of that.”

I fumbled through my response, “You have some very compelling points. Maybe you’re right. They might’ve explored a sexual relationship.”

“Yes, and if he hesitated,” she whispered as she leaned closer. “She would’ve commanded it of him.”

“He would’ve done whatever his queen commanded,” I softly agreed.

“Then do it Ser Mormont, First Knight of the Queensguard. Kiss your queen.”

I wrapped my arms around her slight frame and pulled her tightly into my body. I gently touched the side of her face as we exchanged a tender kiss.

“More,” she said. “Kiss your queen again. Make her feel wanted.”

Without considering the circumstance I did what I was told. I knew a lot about the Game of Thrones world but nothing about the world of sexual roleplay. This incredibly beautiful woman had seduced me to the point where I was stepping into both without a second thought.

Our lips came together again. This time our mouths opened and our tongues touched. It was, without a doubt the best kiss of my life. It did more than arouse me sexually, it triggered my need to make this woman happy, to let her be the commanding monarch that she was.

She turned her head and moaned, “Oh Jorah.” Her praise only intensified my desire to please.

“Your queen wants more,” she softly instructed.

Being told what to do was incredibly potent. It fed my hunger to be needed and impassioned güvenilir bahis şirketleri my desire to gratify her. I brushed my lips down the side of her neck. I mixed playful kisses with teasing flicks of my tongue as I moved around. When I found her ear I gave it a gentle nibble.

“That’s it, my knight,” she whispered before our mouths renewed their contact.

This kiss was a slow simmering pot of passion. My need to satisfy her physically twisted around my desire to do what I was told forming a type of lust I’d never felt before. The pressure built inside me. The more I wanted the more I had to restrain. I knew if I stayed true and didn’t give in to selfish impulses I’d be rewarded. She seemed to know the exact moment I came to this realization.

Daenerys firmly pushed me away while taking a step back. She unfastened her cape, tossed it onto the couch, and turned around. “Release me,” she ordered.

I reached out pulled the zipper of her tunic down then untied the dividing flap. She turned back around, stared into my face, and pulled the garment from her shoulders. As soon as her breasts bounced free, the dress fell to the floor. Her leggings were thigh high stockings and she wasn’t wearing any panties. At the top of her left hip was an immaculate House Targaryen dragon tattoo.

Daenerys looked as stunning without her dress as she did with it. She was still wearing the leather boots, stockings, and exquisite platinum blonde wig. She struck a pose that radiated strength, independence, and fearlessness. At the same time, her eyes were loving and compassionate. She was a queen in every sense of the word.

She knew the power she had over me and enjoyed it. With the slightest hint of a smile, she commanded, “The Mother of Dragons has a woman’s body. Make her enjoy it.”

I began to caress her shoulders and resumed kissing her neck. The warmth of her flawless skin was irresistible. My hands slowly wandered down her chest to her breasts. I lowered my face to one and cupped it in my hand. I carefully squeezed its firmness before extending my tongue. I lightly circled her nipple, bringing it to full erection. I wrapped my lips around the areola and began to suck gently. My queen started to sway and moan softly, “Yes my knight.”

Her acknowledgment was all I needed to keep going. My mouth moved to her other breast as my hands wandered over her toned body. I lowered to my knees, kissing my way down her torso. I swirled my tongue around her navel causing her to giggle. From there I ran my tongue to her dragon tattoo. She placed her hands on my shoulders as I lightly kissed the beautifully painted flesh and whispered, “My dragon queen.”

She scratched her fingernails along the back of my scalp causing my head to pull away and shivers to run down my spine. “Stand,” she commanded. “Stand and undress. It is improper to be clothed while your queen is naked.”

I immediately did as she said. I didn’t give it a second thought, it was like I’d lost my free will. She had control over my body, not me. As I removed my costume she sat down on the red leather couch and watched me. When I was done I stood before her naked, my dick as hard as the wood floor.

“The sight of your body pleases me,” she said as she spread her legs. “Now give your queen ‘The Lord’s Kiss’.”

I stepped to the couch and knelt between her feet. Leaning my head in I pressed my lips to the inside of her knee. I kissed my way down her inner thigh until her patch of fur tickled my nose. I pulled away and kissed the inside of her other knee. I worked my way down this thigh the same as I did the first. This time when I got to her vagina I didn’t pull away.

I inhaled deeply taking in her scent before extending my tongue. I started licking her labia slowly. I ran it up and down one side then the other. She cooed a soft murmuring sound. With a bit more pressure my tongue started sliding between the creases. The petals of her womanhood opened giving me a clear path to her clitoris.

I teased the skin around it at first, sliding the tip of my tongue between her button and its hood. When I heard her whimper I knew I was doing a good job. My lips closed over her clit, forming a seal. Once it was firmly in place I started dancing my tongue over it in a slow steady pattern.

“That’s it, my knight. You make your queen feel wonderful.”

She began making a circular motion with her hips. I changed the rhythm of my tongue to match her movements. My hands traveled up to her breasts. I was able to gently knead the firm flesh while continuing to taste her clit.

Daenerys’ motions accelerated. My lips continued to hold onto her clitoris and I didn’t change the pace of stimulation. She let out a long low, moan. When I looked up from her crotch I could see she was smiling widely. Her eyes were closed and her head was rolled forward. The sense of satisfaction was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’m sure my enjoyment of this moment exceeded hers.

Her breasts were heaving as she breathed deeply, then her whole body tensed. She cried out and started to spasm. I could feel her chest shake under my hands as her hips forcefully thrust upwards. The movement was so intense that it pushed my mouth off of her pussy. I watched as this beautiful woman hit the peak of orgasm then drift back to the Seven Kingdoms.

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This is part 01 of a longer story involving a young couple exploring their kinks together.

*****

Melissa was going to be home any minute and Ash knew she was bringing surprise. She’d texted him an hour ago and warned him to be prepared. He wasn’t sure what she had in store, but chances are it would end up with both of them naked, and that was more than okay with him.

They had recently moved in together, and things had been wild since they no longer had to share a space with anyone else. With the privacy of their own home they had been able to tear at each other as often as they wanted, and now, Ash felt, they were entering new territory. Melissa had been talking lately about exploring sexually, really getting to know each other. She’d asked Ash point blank if he had any kinks – he’d said no, nothing too out of the ordinary. After some probing he’d admitted that he’d fanticized about going to a peepshow before, and watching a woman masturbate and put on a performance for him was hot as hell.

Maybe that was what Melissa had in store. The thought of her dancing for him, stripping, and playing with herself while he sat a few feet away not allowed to touch her got his heart racing. Come to think of it, he’d hoped her surprise was something like that. Melissa was normally fairly shy, and had some confidence issues. Even though it was his fantasy he wondered if she’d be bold enough to do something like that.

When Ash asked the same question in return, however, Melissa had gotten too embarrassed to say. Honestly, it annoyed him a bit, he’d thought they could be totally open with each other. She was apologetic and said she thought she was ready to say it but chickened out. She’d promised to tell him eventually, soon even. That had to be good enough for now.

He’d thought about it a lot since then. What could it possibly be that she didn’t want to tell him? While he definitely had his limits, he was a pretty adventurous and open-minded person. More than that, he loved Melissa. He’d do just about anything for her, and knowing she’d do just about anything for him too gave him a devious smile.

The front door opened, and Melissa walked in carrying a couple of black plastic bags. She was on the short side, brunette, and full-bodied. She was dressed modestly today, although usually when she wanted to she could turn every eye in the room with her cleavage. It didn’t matter what she wore for pants, her ass mesmerized regardless. Despite the fact that he couldn’t have made up a sexier body, what really got him going was her lips – lips that were rapidly approaching to say hello.

Melissa kissed Ash deeply on the mouth, her tongue lightly flicking his but not committing to a full make-out, just teasing. Ash pulled away, and when he opened his eyes they darted down to the bags dangling from her hand.

“No peaking!” she said, snatching them away.

“Do I get a hint?”

Melissa slid her hand down Ash’s pants and gripped his already hard cock. She squeezed it and drew her lips up to his again. “Do you like this?”

She’d been in the apartment for barely a minute and already he was so horny his head was spinning. “You know I do.”

“Well that’s the last time I’m touching your dick today. Don’t get used to it.” she said as she slid her hand out, kicked off her shoes, and walked to the bedroom. “I need to get ready, don’t come in here.”

Her intensity threw Ash for a loop at first, but he snapped himself out of it as the door to the bedroom shut, leaving him alone and feverishly impatient. “Maybe it really is a strip show…”

Melissa was gone for quite some time, and Ash was beginning to wonder what the holdup was when his phone buzzed. It was a text saying to move the coffee table and clear some space. “Clear a…stage?” he thought, his heart beginning to race again. “This is exactly what I was hoping for.” A minute later, the coffee table was gone and the area in front of the couch was wide open. Ash couldn’t help but start to rub his cock through his jeans when he heard the bedroom door swinging open.

Melissa stood in the doorway biting her lip. She was wearing high heels, fishnet stockings, black lace panties, and a bustier that showed an unholy amount of cleavage. He eyes were dark with mascara; her hair was teased out. Red lips puckered slightly in a wry grin.

“Sit down,” she said. Ash complied.

This was the sexiest he’d ever seen her, and by far the sluttiest. Ash didn’t know it but apparently he was crazily into the whole 80’s stripper look. From the couch he sat there, dick quivering in his jeans, staring at Melissa who broke character and let out a big goofy canlı bahis smile, clearly happy with his reaction. She turned, showing him her ass, gripping it and spanking it slightly as she went back into the room.

Ash heard a beep as her phone connected to their Bluetooth speakers and started playing the kind of electronic music meant to be played loudly, omnipresent and ignored.

Melissa came around the corner again with her hands at her side, grin gone and replaced with a stern and confident stare. In her left hand, she held 6 inches of thick pink anatomically correct dildo. It flopped wildly as she made her way in front of the couch.

“I’m gonna give you a show today,” she said as she leaned over him, hovering her lips just out of reach of his, her dildo brushing his leg playfully. “You look so fucking horny.”

“God, I am!”

Melissa bit her lip and started to dance slowly along with the music, rubbing her hands gently all along her body. She cupped her breasts and bend down, giving Ash a full view of her amazing cleavage. Her hands brushed through her hair, teasing it out as she closed her eyes and writhed, getting into the thrumming electronic beat on the speakers. She swayed her hips in time, building intensity as she seemed to forget Ash entirely and just feel the moment.

Ash’s breathing grew heavier, this was hotter than he imagined it would be and Melissa hadn’t even taken anything off yet. Melissa turned and bent forward in a wide stance, jiggling her ass in front of his face. Ash was hypnotized, and he could see from how wet her panties were that Melissa was enjoying herself too. He reached out and took a handful of asscheek, groaning under his breath.

Melissa turned and playfully slapped his hand away. “No touching,” she said as she went back to her dance, bent back down, this time with her legs together, and slowly peeled her panties off, lingering after they passed her ass and slowly separated from her dripping wet lips.

This was too much. “Come on, Melissa. You won’t make an exception for your favorite customer?”

She stood up and turned back at Ash, kicking the panties off her ankles, and stared down at him a minute. After several heartbeats, she put her left leg up on the couch, and stood, cocky and confident, with her vagina in full view. Her right hand grabbed hard at her breast, pinching through the fabric and teasing her nipples. Her left hand moved in between her legs and she slid her middle finger inside herself. Moaning loudly, she worked herself for a while. There was no bashfulness in her stance as she seemed to ignore Ash’s question, sucking at her teeth in pleasure, flicking her hair around and moving her hips with the music.

She pulled her fingers out and pressed lightly on Ash’s lower lip as he sat mouth agape, leaving a small spot of wetness. Then, never breaking eye contact, she brought that same hand to her mouth and started sucking her fingers, working them with her tongue to make sure she was taking in all the taste of her own pussy. It drove Ash insane.

When she was done, she paused, her breath heavy. She took her leg down from the couch and turned around again, gripping her cheeks and pulling them apart, giving Ash a full view of her asshole and vagina as she jiggled around. Over her shoulder, without looking at him, she said “You’re allowed to touch yourself though.”

Ash wasted no time and undid his jeans. He was so turned on even a slight draft in the room felt amazing on his exposed erection. He wondered how long he’d last. Deciding to take it slow, his right hand gripped his shaft and pumped as Melissa began to play with herself.

Abruptly, she stood up and said “Wait.” She left the room for a few seconds and came back with a bottle of lube, squirting some onto her hand and tossing the bottle to Ash. Ash practically dumped the bottle onto his crotch in his excitement and felt the lube dripping through his neatly trimmed pubic hair and down along his inner thigh.

He began pumping again, faster than he intended to, and groaned as Melissa turned around again, took her lubed up fingers and started massaging around her asshole. Bent over in full view, Melissa whimpered as she plunged a finger in and began working it in a circle to loosen the muscle. Ash had to take his hand off his cock in record time or he would burst, the sight of her in that bustier and heels, no panties, bent over and fingering her asshole just for him was almost too much to handle.

After she’d loosened up a bit, she re-lubed her hand and got on the floor turned away from Ash, hunched over on all fours. Knowing what was next, Ash took off his shirt bahis siteleri and kicked off his pants, only to hear “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Well, I figured…”

“No. Touching.”

And that was it. Ash could tell from her voice that she meant it too. This was a strictly hands-off show, exactly what he’d asked for. He had to be okay with it.

However, being okay with it was a lot tougher than he thought it would be. Melissa had done anal a few times but wasn’t really into it. He knew this was just for him, and that thought drove him even wilder. He was so close he decided to keep his hand away from his cock and just watch.

Melissa pressed her face to the floor and started pumping away with her fingers. Her gaping asshole was ready now, and she could fit two in. The others were splayed out to give Ash the best view possible. Her toes curled, her back arched with each pump, and she moaned so loud there was no way the neighbors didn’t hear. The hottest thing altogether might have been the wet sound of lubricant slapping on skin as she manically fingered her ass, twisting and tugging and giving a show any porn star would be proud of.

She flipped onto her side and kept fucking her ass with one hand, while the other pinched her nipples through the cloth, squeezed her soft jiggling tits, and slowly made its way down in between her legs. Now she was at it with both hands from both sides, feverishly hammering herself while trying to keep one leg up in the air.

“Oh fuck, this is so good! I didn’t know you were this dirty!” Ash gasped, as he tugged at his penis again, trying to steady his breathing so he could go back to jerking off properly.

“You’d better not finish yet.”

“I won’t, I want to see the whole show.”

Melissa smiled for a half a second before doubling down on her speed, forgetting the fingers in her asshole and leaving them there while she went at her clit with the mastery of a person who had obviously owned one all her life. Her eyes went wide and her mouth shot open in a silent moan as she kicked back her head and brought herself almost to orgasm, but stopped right on the brink.

Ash couldn’t help but be surprised, as Melissa sat there breathing heavily. “Wait, did you cum?”

“Not yet. Here’s the finisher,” she said, reaching for the dildo Ash had completely forgotten was there.

Melissa grabbed the dildo by the balls and held it up, taking a good look at it before slowly licking along the shaft. She looked into Ash’s eyes unblinking as she licked it all around, wetting it from every angle. After a few moments making sure it was nice and wet, she pressed her lips cutely on the head of the dildo and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You wanna see me suck this cock?”

Mesmerized, Ash could only nod.

“You wanna see me fuck myself?”

Ash nodded again.

“Good,” she said as she dangled the pink shaft over her head and opened her mouth. “But remember, no touching.”

“Wait!” Ash said before he even had time to think. Melissa stopped and gave him a quizzical look. “Take that off.”

Grinning mischievously, she undid the zipper on her bustier and removed it without exposing anything. She pushed her breasts together with her arms. “So you want to see my tits?”

Ash nodded.

“Understandable,” she said, moving her arms to expose them. They hung gently, looking soft and warm. Her nipples stood at attention about as hard as Ash had ever seen them.

With that, she plunged it in like a sword-swallower, gagging as she throat-fucked herself with the long silicone rod. Her eyes watered and she seemed to choke, but she kept at it. Her chin was upright and Ash could see the length of her neck as it filled with the huge fake cock. It took all of his strength to keep from nutting all over both of them right then and there.

Melissa pulled the dildo out and gasped heavily like someone who had been underwater for five minutes.

“Jesus Christ! I had no idea you could take a dick like that!”

“It’s not so hard,” she said in between breaths. “You just need to practice.”

“I’ll take your word for it.”

Melissa gave Ash a sly grin whose meaning was impenetrable, and then leaned onto her back, rubbing her body all over as she teased herself with the dildo. By now she was so wet she could just shove it in without any pretense, and that’s exactly what she did. Her moans got louder and louder as she fucked with one hand and worked her clit with the other. She thumped again and again with the music and screamed like she didn’t care if people in the next country were listening. “Oh god, I’m…Ahh!”

Her bahis şirketleri whole body convulsed as she came uncontrollably. Ash watched, stunned, he’d obviously seen her get there, but never like this. It was so wild and undignified, he loved it. Too much in fact, because just a few quick tugs of his lubed-up hand sent him reeling back the same way, hips pumping as he shot cum up his chest. Some even made it to his chin and lower lip.

They both sat paralyzed by pleasure, feet apart, hearts pumping in unison.

After a while, still dizzy and gasping for air, Ash felt Melissa grab him by the head. He leaned in for a kiss, but she missed his mouth, licking up from his chin to get the cum he’d forgotten all about. With it on her tongue, she climbed onto his lap and began making out with him, swapping the cum from her mouth to his as their bodies pressed together, sticky from the rest of his hot load.

Ash pulled away after a few long, deep kisses, smacking his lips comically. “That’s a taste.”

Melissa let out a belly laugh, “You get used to it. What’d you think of my show?”

“Are you kidding? That was amazing!”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I wish I had a video.”

Melissa blushed and covered her face in embarrassment. “Maybe someday. It was hard enough for me to work up the courage to do it in the first place.”

“Thank you, really.” Ash pulled back and took a good look at her. She was absolutely gorgeous – and being naked other than thigh-high fishnet stockings and sitting on his lap – sexy as hell.

They started making out again. Melissa ran her hands through Ash’s hair and Ash ran his hands down her body, squeezing her ass. He started getting hard again almost instantly as their kisses grew in passion until Melissa was grinding on him.

Slow enough to give her plenty of time to say no, Ash inched his finger toward her asshole. It was still covered in lube, and practically gaping. In one simultaneous motion, Ash repositioned Melissa’s hips with one hand, and slid a finger into her ass with the other. At the same time, Melissa grabbed Ash’s cock and guided it into her pussy, never breaking the connection on their mouths.

Melissa started humping and kissing Ash aggressively as Ash gently explored her asshole with his fingers. Melissa moaned and writhed, her whole body working in rhythm to get the most out of the two penetrations.

Even though Ash was hard, it had barely been any time since he’d cum – and he was thankful for that. He could focus on fucking her silly while he was in that sweet spot where he wouldn’t cum again. He pulled her in close, his single finger had complete control over her body, and opened his mouth wide as she thrust her tongue in with an aggressiveness that would have startled him a half an hour ago. She was going at it so hard she was practically throat fucking him.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but I love it,” Ash said, pulling back for air.

“I just want to make you happy, and you give me the confidence to do it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a few brief seconds. Their gyrations had come to a pause, although Ash still had Melissa wrapped around his finger. It seemed to Ash that Melissa wanted to say something but didn’t have the courage.

“About the other day, when you wouldn’t tell me your kink…” Ash started.

“I’m almost ready. Don’t ruin the moment by asking questions.”

Ash laughed, on guard now, but said nothing else. Melissa climbed off him and stood up.

“Aww!” Ash said jokingly, trying to diffuse the growing tension in the air.

Melissa smiled reassuringly. “I told you I wasn’t going to touch your dick today. I already broke that rule once.” She shook her head in mocking shame and stooped to grab the dildo she’d left on the ground.

There was a long pause as she seemed to reconsider. Ash said nothing, he wanted to let her take as long as she needed, wanted to let her do whatever she secretly desired. They locked eyes, and it seemed that that was all the reassurance she needed to go on.

Melissa put one foot up on the couch again and her whole demeanor changed. The dildo in her hand swung heavily as she slapped it in her palm. She dropped it between her legs and slid it into her, almost painstakingly slowly. Ash watched as her wet lips gripped the shaft, his eyebrows raised as she took the whole thing. She bit her lips as she took a second to grind the balls against her, and then slowly drew the whole thing out.

It glistened with her wetness as she held the it up in front of her, presenting it like a holy relic. She looked down at herself, her stomach was smeared with cum from grinding on Ash earlier. She rolled the dildo to transfer some of it, then handed it over.

“Clean it.”

*****

stay tuned for part 2

*****

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They all began with a knock on the door. This one would be no different.

Jenna was nearest the door, but she had to slip on a T-shirt to cover her bare breasts, enjoying being topless when at home. It was a dark blue shirt, and so, not see-through. Still, the imprint of her hard nipples in the material left no doubt. A look through the peephole gave her a familiar surprise and reduced the T-shirt issue to insignificance. She quickly pulled open the door. “Brianna! What a pleasant surprise! Come in.”

“Hello, Jenna. How are you?”

When Ron heard the name, he came to the door. “Hi, Brianna. Where’s Bret?” She was still a breathtakingly beautiful woman, and he fondly remembered the times spent on their sailboat.

But the sad look on her face did not foretell of happy news.

Brianna followed the couple in. She was alone and was carrying two square boxes, each about a foot square and maybe four inches deep. “These are heavy,” she said.

“Let me get them for you,” Ron offered.

Readily relinquishing her load, Brianna said, “You asked where Bret was. He’s in those boxes.”

Stunned, that caused Ron to almost drop them, but he held on.

To the questioning expressions, Brianna explained, “Bret passed away four days ago.”

Jenna immediately hugged her. “Oh, Brianna, we’re so sorry. What happened?”

“You might recall that he wasn’t in the best of health. He had a heart attack and, well, didn’t survive it.”

Jenna walked her to the sofa and the two women sat.

Assuming the boxes were filled with Bret’s ashes, Ron wondered what he should do with them. He didn’t want to seem irreverent, but Brianna was right; they were strangely heavy.

“You can set those down anywhere,” Brianna said. So, Ron reverently placed the boxes on the dining table. “He wanted to be cremated, which was actually a relief because I don’t know where I would have buried him.” Then their friend started laughing. “I don’t know what I expected his ashes to be in when I picked them up this morning, but it certainly wasn’t plain boxes.”

Jenna and Ron glanced at one another not knowing what to say or do. Of course, the question on their minds was what had brought her here.

“As you know, neither of us had any family,” Brianna went on. “So, there was no reason to have a service. Even though we have some friends who would have come, I just didn’t feel like having to endure a somber service and listen to people . . . and, well, you know, just didn’t want to go through that.”

“Don’t blame you,” Ron agreed for lack of anything better to say.

“Aside from wanting to be cremated, his only other wish was for his ashes to be spread in the big lake that he loved sailing in. So, to answer the question that I’m sure is on both of your minds, I’m here because, Ron, you are the only other person I know that knows how to sail. So, I came here to ask if you and Jenna would take us on one last cruise on our sailboat to fulfill my husband’s wishes.”

Bret and Brianna had been Jenna’s neighbors in her previous life. They had been very fond of her but couldn’t stand her ex-husband. When her marriage ended, Jenna moved into an apartment and lost touch with them. When Ron and Jenna started dating, Ron would visit Jenna on weekends, and on one of those, they ran into Bret at the marina and he invited them to go sailing with he and his wife. It was an exciting overnight trip. Brianna and Jenna were close in age, but Bret was older. As such, and with his poor health, their sex life was virtually nothing. On that weekend sail, Bret allowed Brianna to engage in a threesome with Ron and Jenna since he couldn’t accommodate his wife. Brianna enjoyed it so much that there were a couple more such weekends until Jenna moved in with Ron and she again lost touch with her friends.

Glancing at the boxes on the table, Ron didn’t see how he could refuse. Jenna gave a barely perceptible nod of agreement.

“Of course, we’d be happy to,” Ron said.

“Oh, thank you so much,” a relieved Brianna said. “You have no idea how much I appreciate this and how much Bret would have.”

“It’s our pleasure,” Jenna added. “When did you want to go?”

“I waited until the weekend so you wouldn’t have to take off work,” Brianna said. “I’ve had the marina prepare the boat, so it will be ready when we are.”

“Tomorrow is Saturday, so that will be perfect,” Ron agreed.

“Wonderful. And now, I have another question. Do you know a good lawyer?”

“As a matter of fact, we do.”

* * *

After brief explanation, Tim, Rhonda and Corinne were able to come right over. Brianna needed an attorney to handle succession. As a divorce lawyer, that was a little outside of Tim’s expertise, although he could have handled it, but Corinne was well equipped to handle such a matter. Bret had a will—a copy of which Brianna had brought with her—that left everything to his wife, so the female attorney didn’t see any issues in a smooth settlement. bahis firmaları

Once the business of succession was out of the way, all were able to relax. They sent out for Chinese food, opened a couple of bottles of wine and planned the cruise. Brianna invited, the lawyers and Rhonda to come along and they all accepted. Jenna invited Brianna to spend the night and they would all get up early, drive down to the shore and set sail right away. Ron performed a quick check of the weather and found that conditions would be a good for sailing.

Rhonda offered to do the provisioning, so she, Tim and Corinne left after dinner to stop at the grocery for food and drink for the trip.

Jenna and Brianna sat on the sofa. Ron poured each another glass of wine, and then went to clean up the kitchen. Brianna took a deep breath and let out a big sigh.

“Are you okay?” Jenna asked.

“I am now,” the other woman said. “I was stressing over spreading the ashes and the will. Now, that those things will be taken care of, I can finally relax. I can’t thank you enough.”

“I’m glad you came to us,” Jenna said.

“I didn’t want to be alone. I don’t look forward to being alone.”

“You and Bret were very special to me and I’m sorry I didn’t stay in touch.”

“Well, you were starting a new life in a new city. I don’t blame you.” Brianna smirked. “But I will confess to missing the good times we had on the boat.”

Though she didn’t say it, Jenna was certain her friend was referring to the threesomes they’d had. “Yes, that was a lot of fun.”

“We’ve had no other friends that I’ve been able to, you know, share . . . special times with.”

“You’re being awfully coy, Brianna,” Jenna noted. “Are you saying there is another reason you came to us?”

Nervously, hesitantly, Brianna nodded. “Sailing and legal help wasn’t all I thought of you and Ron for.”

With a warm smile, Jenna turned toward her old friend and slowly moved her face closer until their lips met. Brianna kissed back hungrily. “Is that what you were referring to?”

Again, Brianna nodded.

They kissed again. Jenna cupped Brianna’s face while Brianna put her arms around Jenna. Brianna quickly shed any apprehension she’d had now knowing that Jenna was willing to fulfill her desperate need. Brianna could see Jenna’s nipples poking through the material of her T-shirt, so she used her thumbs to rub the tips. That lasted only seconds before Jenna lifted her shirt up and off. The other woman’s lips were drawn to the pointed nipples, sucking one and then the other.

It was then Jenna’s turn to unbutton and remove both Brianna’s shirt and bra. She reciprocated by sucking her friend’s tits. Brianna’s sigh was one of longing.

Finally, Jenna suggested, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“What about Ron?”

Grinning, Jenna said, “We’ll leave him a trail!”

The two women arose, and Jenna led the other to their bedroom, bringing the clothes they had removed and dropping them on the floor along the way. Jenna undid her shorts and let them drop to the floor as she walked. She stepped out of them and left them where they were. Getting the idea, Brianna giggled and did likewise. By the time the women reached the bed, they had only panties on.

Laying the other woman down on her back, Jenna crawled onto the bed, spread Brianna’s legs and slid her panties off. She then got into position to eat her friend’s pussy.

Brianna was nearly crying. “Oh, you have no idea how much I’ve needed this.”

“Then enjoy.” Jenna used her best cunnilingus techniques on Brianna, who came in a shuddering climax almost right away. When it finally passed, the woman was crying.

Jenna rolled her onto her side and spooned her, running and arm under her neck and caressing her hip with her other hand. “It’s okay, sweetie. Let it all out.”

“I’m sorry. That just felt so good.”

“No need to apologize.”

Ron entered a few moments later, unaware of the brief exchange, only seeing his girlfriend snuggled to their naked friend, and assumed they were about to get into it. He decided to join in. He quickly stripped off all his clothes, eased into bed behind Jenna and spooned her, placing kisses on her neck and shoulder. He kissed his way down to her hips, and then gently pulled her panties off. She squirmed to assist. He lifted her upper leg to expose her pussy so he could taste it. Hers was always the sweetest. When he had her good and wet, he got back into position to slide his cock into her velvety hole.

When Jenna started moaning, Brianna slowly turned over to see. She grinned, so Ron reached over to caress her nearest breast. Jenna then extended her hand to massage Brianna’s other boob.

“I was hoping it would come to this,” Brianna said.

That was Ron’s cue to slide his hand down to Brianna’s pussy. She spread her leg slightly to give him better access, moaning her delight. She turned her head to Jenna so the two could mash their kaçak iddaa lips together.

When Brianna sat up for a better view, Ron rolled his girlfriend onto her back and sat on his haunches to re-enter her. Jenna reached up to play with her friend’s tit while Ron took a turn with Jenna’s lips. Without missing a thrust, Ron leaned over to kiss Brianna’s sweet lips.

“Mmm-hmm,” the woman purred.

Jenna’s hand found its way down to Brianna’s pussy which was very wet with desire. Brianna twisted enough to reciprocate on Jenna’s clit while also allowing a finger to touch Ron’s pumping cock. With their lips still joined, Ron’s hand joined Jenna’s between their friend’s legs. He slid his middle finger in.

“Oh, yes!” Brianna cried. “But I really wish that was your cock.”

So, Ron pulled out of Jenna and knee-walked sideways to take aim at Brianna’s juicy pussy. She slouched into the same position Jenna had been in as she watched Ron grab hold of his beautifully hard and glistening rod and guide it into her desperate snatch.

“Oh, oh, oh. Yes, yes, yes!” she wailed.

Ron fucked her slowly as Jenna sucked and caressed her breasts. There was a look of contentment on Brianna’s face like nothing they had ever seen. She wasn’t audibly crying, but a few tears did stream down her cheeks.

Seeing that, Jenna cupped Brianna’s chin and pressed their lips together. Ron dipped in for a kiss, first to Brianna, and then to Jenna, and back to Brianna. Jenna reached down to rub Brianna’s clit, and when her boyfriend’s cock slipped out, she sucked it, lathering it up for reinsertion. She loved the taste of the other woman’s pussy on it.

For Brianna, the feel of Ron’s magnificent cock in her pussy was heaven on Earth. It had been so long since she’d had a good fucking, she thought she’d go out of her mind. Wanting it to last a long time, she was both excited and disappointed when she felt the pangs of orgasm building again. For so long she had been deprived that her body was desperate for the intense pleasure of climax. Her body jerked with each spasm as the euphoria washed over her. “Oh, my!” She reached up and pulled Ron down, wrapping her arms around him and holding on tight. To her delight, the orgasm lasted a long time and her vagina was contracting so hard she feared crushing the instrument of pleasure that was inside of her. Finally, it passed like a wave in the ocean and she was left huffing and puffing. A moment later, she started laughing.

Jenna and Ron glanced at each other with some concern, but seeing that, Brianna quickly said, “I’m fine. I’m just so happy right now. You have no idea. This wasn’t just sexual relief, it was the release of a lot of emotion.” Looking to the ceiling, she added, “Sorry, Bret. I know I’m supposed to wait a while, but I just couldn’t.”

“I’m sure he would approve,” Jenna said. “You know how he enjoyed watching us.”

Ron’s cock was losing its erection and pulled out of Brianna by default.

Sitting up, Brianna pushed Ron onto his back, and the two women hovered over him, sucking his dick back to life. Brianna had the top of his shaft in her mouth while Jenna sucked his balls. If that wasn’t one of the great pleasures of life, he didn’t know what was. There was nothing like having two mouths on him. When Jenna took over sliding her lips on his rod, he sat up so that his lips and Brianna’s could have some action.

With his cock now heavily coated in saliva, Jenna was ready to have it inside of her. She pushed her boyfriend back supine and mounted him cowgirl. Brianna moved behind Jenna, fondling Ron’s balls as her friend bounced.

The way Brianna was playing with Ron’s cock and balls gave Jenna the sense she wanted him inside her again. Knowing how desperate her friend was, Jenna moved forward, planting her pussy on her boyfriend’s mouth. As he tongued her hole, she felt Brianna quickly move to take over the vacated dick. Jenna then rotated around so the two women were facing each other in the classic threesome triangle. They kissed as best they could with Brianna bouncing up and down and played with each other’s tits.

Ron did a great job licking his girlfriend’s pussy and brought her to a satisfying orgasm. Nothing earth-shattering as Brianna had had, but enough to keep her happy for a while. But Brianna still had so many pent-up climaxes waiting to escape that she came in another trembling, shivering orgasm.

Jenna rolled off Ron’s face onto her back, and once she came down, Brianna extricated herself falling onto her side with her head coming to rest on her friend’s chest. Ron saw a golden opportunity since he was ready to come by rising onto his knees and aiming his cock at the women’s faces.

“Yes, give it to us,” Brianna urged.

Brianna eased her face forward, Ron jerked his cock until the first couple of jets splattered Brianna’s lips and nose. He then leaned back a bit and aimed his spurting rod at Jenna’s face hitting her mouth and chin with several beads of kaçak bahis cum, and finally letting the last few drops fall where they may.

Grinning at each other, the two women kissed and licked the sperm off each other.

Afterward, they laid side by side at the head of the bed with Ron in the middle.

“I hope you guys don’t think this was irreverent of me,” Brianna said. “What with Bret just—”

“Who are we to pass judgment?” Jenna offered.

They remained in silent bliss until one by one they fell asleep.

* * *

“You guys had a party without us!” Rhonda exclaimed loudly to awaken the still sleeping Ron, Jenna and Brianna. Of course, the three were still nude and had obviously overslept. Ron’s sister still had a key to his apartment from when she temporarily lived with he and Jenna. When no one answered the door, she used her key to gain access, assuming they were still sleeping.

All three awoke with a start.

“What time is it?” Ron asked groggily.

“Seven,” Rhonda replied.

“Oh, shit. We were supposed to be leaving by now.”

“Where’s Brianna?” Corrine asked, entering the bedroom. Seeing the three still in bed naked, she added, “Oh. Late night.”

Brianna drew the sheet up to cover her bare breasts.

“No need to be modest around us,” Rhonda told her. “None of us are strangers to each other.”

Sensing there was more to that statement, Brianna asked, “What exactly does that mean?”

“We’ve all, you know, been together,” Jenna explained.

Brianna frowned. “Do you mean you’ve all had sex together?”

Jenna and Rhonda both nodded.

“You’re Ron’s sister,” Brianna said pointing to Rhonda. “Tim is your boyfriend and Corrine is his cousin and you’ve all had sex together?” She asked for clarification.

Again, the two women nodded as Ron walked into the bathroom.

Still frowning, Brianna tried to imagine the five of them together. Slowly, her frown changed to a big grin. “Well, hell, why didn’t you invite me?”

Jenna and Rhonda started laughing.

“I think we should plan on sleeping aboard tonight,” Brianna suggested. “Lot of fun to be had.”

“We only packed a change of clothes,” Corrine noted. “Nothing for overnight.”

“Honey, you won’t need anything!”

The women all went into the bathroom, Brianna shedding her modesty, and found Ron already in the shower. Jenna and Brianna joined him, and when they told him of the new overnight plans, there was less urgency for them to depart. Tim found his way into the bathroom, and with the three clothed people chatting casually with the three showering as though it was the most normal thing, Brianna knew it was going to be a good day.

Rhonda was hoping to see a little fooling around in the shower, but the three kept it to business.

Within an hour of stepping out of the shower, they were on the road. Jenna drove Brianna’s car and Corrine rode with them so they could discuss aspects of the succession. Ron, Rhonda and Tim took Ron’s SUV.

The drive took a little over an hour. Ron was pleased to see that the 44-foot Catalina Morgan was in excellent condition and had been well taken care of. When they opened her up, on the dinette was a work order outlining the work that had been done. He was glad to see that the hull had been scraped, all the halyards and sheets had been inspected, as had the electric winches, stays and shrouds. All fluids had been changed on the motor, as well as the old diesel was drained from the tanks and fully replaced. Within thirty minutes of their arrival, they were motoring out of the marina.

The wind was moderate enough that Ron hoisted both the mainsail and the genoa. Neither Tim nor Corrine had been sailing before, and both instantly fell in love with it. Rhonda had only been a couple of times years before when Ron had his own smaller sailboat.

With the sails up, Brianna went below to change into a bikini. Jenna had brought a couple of hers for Rhonda and Corinne, and Brianna had extras, so the other women followed suit. Once they were no longer in sight of land, and with no other boats around, Brianna took off her top. “This is one of my favorite parts about sailing.”

Jenna had already been in the process of removing her top, knowing that Brianna typically did so over open water. It didn’t take long for Rhonda to do the same. And having learned to expect anything from this group, Corrine bared her breasts also.

Everyone settled down for the cruise. Brianna and Rhonda went below to stow the food and drink but could be seen from the open hatch. Jenna and Corinne sat on the benches on either side of the cockpit enjoying the sun.

Sitting beside Ron at the helm, Tim mused, “I can’t believe I’m going to say this . . . I mean, I never would have before Rhonda came along, but is this a cruise to heaven? Here we are with four gorgeous, topless women; does it get any better than this?”

With a chuckle, Ron said, “No, I don’t think it does. And, yeah, my nymphomaniac sister has had an effect on you.”

“She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her. How’s it going with Corinne?”

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