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Abbot Anselm’s Day.A Tale from the Monastery.’Early to bed,early to rise’ was one of Abbot Anselm’s favourite sayings.Everyday was busy;what with the running of St.Augustine’s Monastery and School and the private visits from errant boys and girls who had to receive corporal punishment for various wrong doings. Every evening the old Abbot felt worn out,he sometimes wondered was it time to ‘hang up his cane’ and offer the post of Abbot to a younger man;he sat in his chair at the side of his bed thinking who he could offer the post to: there was brother Timothy,a relatively young monk who had a passion for administering corporal punishment to any wrong doer who came before him;there was brother Benedict,who administered the cane with great relish and accuarcy,the old Abbot had watched as brother Benedict caned two boys and two girls for ‘fornication’,the brother was barely out of breath after giving each errant subject ten strokes of the bamboo cane.Abbot Anselm felt himself become aroused at the very memory of the caning;he could see it in his minds eye,each stroke landing on the posteriors of the fornicators,he could hear brother Benedict’s high pitched voice scolding each wicked fornicator as he brought the cane down on each buttocks,he could still hear the cries of the errant subjects,pleading,promising to behave. The Abbot looked at his clock,it was time to don his habit and take up his usual position in his private study and await his first boy or girl to be punished today.As he dressed he felt his erection go limp;the kadıköy escort thought entered his mind to perhaps employ someone from outside the order to take up the post as Principal of St.Augustine’s.Perhaps a lay person: however the old Abbot quickly dismissed the thought,he wanted to keep the corporal punishment of boys and girls strickly within the order. He looked at his clock again,it was 6am;time for morning prayers before breakfast.At 9am Abbot Anselm was sitting in his private study.He chose a book from the one of the shelves that lined his study wall.A book he had not read in quite sometime;’The Eccesiastical History of the English People’ by the Venerable Bede. As the old Abbot read there was a knock on the door,he bade the visitor to enter and was happy to see that it was brother Ambrose.Every morning brother Ambrose brought the Abbot a list of names of those whom the Abbot would punish during the day. Appointments were necessary at the Monastery to visit the Abbot. As brother Ambrose left,the old Abbot thought about asking him to take over the post of Abbot;brother Ambrose was a strict disciplinarian,who enjoyed nothing more than putting those he punished over his knee for…”a traditional spanking…”,as the good brother put it on more than one occasion. Alone again in his study,Abbot Anselm looked at the list,there was a mixture of boys and girls to punish today,some names he recognised from previous visits;there was Sinead,a wicked young mother ümraniye escort who was in desparate need of correction in her life,the old Abbot decided to use the cane on her bare bottom this morning.There was Paul,a very naughty teenage boy whom the Abbot had strapped in the past;there was Eleanor who had received a spanking for her transgressions not so long ago,today the Abbot would use his strap on her. He smiled and felt the excitement rise. He returned to his book and awaited his first errant subject of the day.The Abbot barely heard the light knock on his study door. “Enter!”,he said sternly. The door opened and a schoolgirl came into his study. The Abbot listened intently to her confession and read the letter she gave him from Mother Superior;this girl had indeed transgressed. The Abbot took her over his knee and spanked her for almost thirty minutes;slow,hard slaps with the palm of his hand.She struggled over his lap as the painful spanking began to take its toll on her,however the spanking had a much different effect on the Abbot.He was sexually aroused and felt his penis throb.Finally he stopped spanking her and wrote a reply to the Mother Superior. When his schoolgirl victim left,almost immediately the old Abbot had to deal with two very naughty women who worked in a large deparment store,they were on their way to work but decided to confess what they had got up to the night before.As they bent over his table the old Abbot stood behind them with his strap in his hand,he couldn’t ümraniye escort help but think that these two women would have a very painful day at work,their bottoms would be sore for sometime.He raised up the strap and brought it down with great force on the first woman’s bottom. He felt himself erect again,his erection had barely went down after dealing with the schoolgirl When the two women left not even ten minutes passed before the Abbot had to deal with his first boy of the day. The Abbot put the boy over his knee and spanked him on his bare bottom. The Abbot always spanked slowly but hard,enjoying administering each slap. When the boy left the Abbot barely had time to catch his breath before he had to deal with a schoolboy and schoolgirl who had vandalised a book from the school library.The Abbot wielded the cane on both bottoms.By late afternoon the Abbot had seen so many bottoms over his knee.He sat and tried to return to his book ,but he still felt aroused after a morning and early afternoon of dishing out corporal punishment.Another woman entered his study,then a boy and so it went on. By late evening the old Abbot had dealt with twenty nine errant subjects,ten males and nineteen females. He had used his cane on four boys and six females;he had used his leathar strap on three boys and four females.He had put all twenty nine over his knee and spanked them with his hand in addition to any extra punishment he deemed necessary with the cane or strap. After evening prayers the old Abbot returned to his bedroom.As he took off his long brown woolen habit he reflected on his day.He felt tired,punishing so many took alot out of him.However he decided that there was a few more years left in him yet,he enjoyed punishing;brother Timothy and brother Benedict would have to wait a few more years before they could call themselves Abbot.

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“Night, Geoff,” I called as my boss left.

As the resident organizational over-achiever, I constantly stayed at work after everyone had gone home to finish the filing. If it wasn’t in my system, I’d never find it. I had tried in the past to get everything in order before the work day was over, but that had resulted in a day of confusion. This way, I could sort through the files at my leisure and get them into an order I understood.

I slipped out of my dark grey suit jacket and searched through my purse. Once I had my iPod clipped on the waistband of the straight skirt brushing the tops of my kneecaps, I slipped the ear buds in and got down to filing.

I know that, if I have music, I’m going to subconsciously dance to it. I also know that I am a very bad dancer. This is why filing alone in a semi-dark law office was ideal for my quality iPod time.

“Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket…” I chanted along with The Bloodhound Gang as I slipped the next to last file into the cabinet. I bumped the drawer closed with my hip and grabbed the last folder in rhythm. “Hieroglyphics, let me be Pacific, I wanna be down in—”

“Jess!”

My left ear bud popped gently out of my ear as I turned to look horrified at its current possessor, Caramon. He was trying not to laugh.

“Gee-zus Cam!” I shrieked turning red. “How long have you been there?”

“Through most of Closer and about half of Bad Touch,” he snickered. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a shitty dancer?”

“You didn’t seem to complain at the last ball,” I snapped.

“So, modern dance escapes you in favor of the intricacies of sixteenth century tedium,” he joked. “Yeah, you’re officially a rennie.”

I laughed and found the drawer for the Chen file and stuck it where it was supposed to go.

“You know,” Cam teased, “no one else could ever find anything in these cabinets.”

“That, Cutie,” I teased right back walking over to him and pushing my index finger into his chest, “is what I call ‘job security’.”

We both had a good laugh over it. Geoff is Cam’s step-dad, but he’s better than the biological that no one ever talks about. Cam doesn’t even go by his given name because his father named him. Instead, everyone knows him as Caramon, his persona in our reenactment group. This kid is the only person I know that can get away with using the name of a character from Dragon Lance instead of something he made up.

“Wha’cha doin’ here kiddo?” I asked once I’d caught my breath. “Shouldn’t you be out buying tobacco and porn? It is your birthday after all.”

“Eh, I did that before I registered for the draft,” he shrugged. “You can only go to so many porn stores before you start seeing the same thing over and over. When I got bored, it scared me. Then I remembered that I had Geoff’s Palm Pilot in my car. Thought I’d drop it off.”

“Dude, he’s gonna kill you! He’s been lookin’ for that damn thing all day.”

“Yeah, I know. Why do you think I’m leaving it here instead of taking it home? I put it in his top desk drawer, so he’ll go ballistic when he finds it so easily tomorrow. Hey is that a new shirt? Oh my god, it’s silk! Where the hell did you get a silk, poppy-print shirt?”

Let me make something abundantly clear. Cam is not gay. He’s not even curious. The kid is just way into fabrics because of reenactment. He can spot silk at fifty paces and realize it’s poly-silk at twenty.

“I made it, Stupid,” I chuckled. “I found this stuff at Jo-ann’s, isn’t it pretty?”

He reached over and rubbed the fabric between his thumb and two fingers. “Duponi even, I’m impressed.”

“Eh,” I shrugged, “there was a sale.” I was trying not to notice that his hands hadn’t left my shirt and were no longer moving but resting on my stomach.

I’ve known Cam since he was fifteen. It was immediate – I met him; I got a crush on him which was stupid seeing as I was a happily married twenty-two-year-old at the time. I’m also scared of his mother. However, almost two-and-a-half years later, the crush remains and is a secret to no one, not my husband, not Cam, no one. Everyone knew I’d do the kid in a second if it was legal.

“So, I guess I’ve gotta stop calling you kiddo now, huh?” I giggled trying not to let on that kocaeli escort I was fully aware that he was touching me. “Of course, I call thirty-year-olds kiddo, so you’re S.O.L.”

I realized I was babbling about a second before he kissed me. “Shut up,” he whispered in the kindest possible way. “Just shut up.”

His voice had a husky quality I’d never heard before. It turned me on more than he usually does. All it usually takes is a glance at his nice firm ass to make me all damp and tingly. Now he had his hands at my waist smoothing the silk over my skin slowly while I reached in his back pocket and found his wallet.

“What are you doing?” he moaned against my neck as I used my free hand to stroke his immediate hard on through the thick denim of his jeans.

“Checking your I.D.,” I panted. “If I do, Rose can’t try to call me on statutory later.”

Rose is Cam’s mom. She’s both the sweetest and most forbidding woman you’ll ever meet. She is most likely the only reason I haven’t found myself in his tent during the Renaissance Faire here in town. If I ever touched her boy before he turned eighteen she’d cut my fingers off joint-by-joint before she called the police.

Cam laughed as I flipped open his billfold and turned the driver’s license window to where I could see it. “Nineteen Eighty-Nine,” I confirmed. “I guess that means that I’m just bad, but not a rapist.”

He was laughing so hard he had to push away from me. “Shut up!” he gasped among laughter. “Has anyone ever told you you talk too much?”

“Yeah lots,” snickered. “In fact, there was a time that my dad—”

I was hoping he’d stop the babble the same he had the last time, and my wish was granted. This time, he was so violent about it that he pushed me up against my desk to press against me. I wound my hands through shoulder-length auburn hair as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt.

“Do you know,” he panted, “that I am legally a virgin right now?”

“Is that right?” I giggled. “Some would beg to differ.” I had known his last couple girlfriends and had been pretty damn jealous of them.

“Unlawful sex,” he murmured using the legal term for two minors consenting to each other. “I’ve never had legal sex.”

“Is that a hint Cam?” I was trying to use my most sultry voice to entice him.

“No,” he spat sarcastically, “it’s a casual observation. I’m just feeling you up for my health.”

I played along. “Well, far be it from me to jeopardize your health…”

“Shut up!” Now he was laughing, and I suddenly realized my shirt was completely unbuttoned.

“Make me,” I suggested.

He used those beautifully toned muscles he’d developed from five years of sword fighting to lift me onto the desk. Carefully, he scooted me so my ass was on the edge, but my pussy sat in mid air. “Lift up,” he commanded hooking his fingers into the leg strings of my black micro-fiber panties.

I straightened my arms and lifted my ass a couple inches above the desk and felt the thong slip out from between my butt cheeks and detach its now soaked crotch from my own. Cam took the tiny triangle of fabric between his thumb and two fingers and rubbed it like he had my blouse. Even as turned as I was, I could see his fingers slipping through my cum. “Geez, Jess, you’d think you were happy to see me,” he smirked.

“Well, whoever would think a thing like that?” I drawled in my best Southern Belle impersonation as I spread my knees as wide as the pencil skirt would let me. I knew he could see my pussy if he just looked.

Instead, he stepped in at an angle to me so his boner rubbed against my right shin. He brought my chin up and began to gently invade my mouth with his tongue. I could tell he’d been chewing Doublemint before he showed up. He nipped my lip gently, pushed my blouse off, and began to work my bra clasp with his left hand. His right trailed down my stomach and across my hip and thigh to land between my legs.

I gasped into his mouth as his fingers trailed up my cleft between smooth labia. A moan escaped me and vibrated his lips when he found my clit and began to stroke it gently at first then with differing pressure. Without taking his thumb off my now screaming clit, he spread my lips and pressed two fingers into my pussy so kocaeli escort bayan slowly I screamed in frustration. Luckily, Cam’s mouth was still muffling mine, so it was a barely audible cry within the dim office. Not that it mattered anyway; we were the only souls in the complex.

The two rough fingers inside me started to slide easily as Cam began to fuck me with them. His fingers were so thick they filled me easily while I rocked in a miniature orgasm. I’d forgotten that he was messing with my bra clasp until it released and he used his free hand to lift my arms one by one and pull it off me. The chilly office air hit my heated skin and made my nipples stand on end.

Cam leaned back and looked at them with a grin on his face. I felt his fingers bend upward inside me and squealed my approval. This time, he didn’t muffle my moan as he proceeded to press on my sweet spot hard enough to send electric tingles through my body.

Instead, he ran his tongue along the groove of my neck where my pulse ran faster by the moment. He nipped my collarbone and licked down my sternum and between my breasts. Excruciatingly slowly, he continued his trail along the tender underside of my breast and circled up until he had my nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it to bring it fully hard and tender then rolled it between his teeth roughly. His teeth got tighter and tighter until I thought I’d have to tell him to stop because of the pain. Then he released and played with it with his lips and tongue. After so much pressure, it was tender and willing. I dug my fingers into the desk as my breath dragged into my lungs.

All of a sudden, his thumb was on my clit again, and the sensation of him brushing against my swollen sex along with his fingers on my g-spot and tongue on my nipples made me cum all over his hand. I could feel his lips smile as he trailed away from my wanton nipple, and he kissed down my belly.

He moved my hand on top of the small crumple of fabric my skirt had become and managed to get from my navel to my inner thigh without his tongue ever leaving my skin. Anticipation wracked my body, but he didn’t make me wait. His teeth were on my clit just like they had been on my nipple. Clenching just short of pain then relieving it for a slick tongue to swirl against a raging clit.

I whimpered softly when he took his fingers out of me. “I was enjoying that,” I teased while panting.

“You’ll enjoy this too,” he muttered from between my legs. The vibrations of him talking went through his teeth onto my clit, and I moaned at the same moment a tiny orgasm leaked through my pussy. He put a hand soaked with cum up to my chin. I didn’t have to be told what to do with it.

Willingly, I cleaned his fingers and palm of my cum. I’ve always been someone who is easy to lubricate. Some women have vaginal dryness where my pussy could supply a fountain. I cum easily, and I cum hard.

Cam stuck his tongue in my pussy while I cleaned him up. I gave up trying to be quiet and just screamed like I needed to. It had been building inside me, and I knew it would come out sooner or later. He laughed while making sure to keep his teeth on my clit so I’d scream again.

I don’t know how long he fucked me with his tongue, but by the time he was done, all the nerves in my body were firing and I was pinching my own nipples to cum almost constantly. It was an eternity of fucking good oral sex which is very near to what heaven must be. Orgasm made me go numb everywhere but my nipples and my pussy, but he just didn’t stop.

Just when I thought I was going to have to force him to come up for air, he stopped and stood up with his boner against my knee again. He kissed me with cum on his breath while his hands flew to his zipper. The teeth of the zipper sounded through the office, and hot cock pressed into me.

“Boxers just don’t work for you, do they?” I mused in my most seductive voice.

“Nope, and briefs are too tight,” he shot back while he dug in his pockets for a while before remembering his wallet was on the desk next to me.

Instinctively, I reached in my purse and unzipped the hidden compartment. “Looking for this?” I giggled pressing a Trojan into his hand.

“Yeah, thanks,” he muttered. kocaeli escort His eyes were dilated, and his breathing was labored. I could tell he was getting to the primal male setting provided by his DNA.

“Here.” I grabbed the condom from his fumbling fingers and opened it for him. It wasn’t until I got it out of the wrapper and almost onto the tip of his cock that I saw how big what was supposed to go inside me was. “And I thought Daphne was exaggerating,” I gasped referring to his last girlfriend while I rolled it on.

Cam didn’t reply but put a hand to the small of my back and rammed himself into me. A mix of agonizing pleasure and delirious pain jolted through my body as it attempted to adjust to him while he thrust. Once everything fit, he pressed against my knees, making me spread them as far as I could, and began to fuck me so hard I had to hold onto the edge of the desk to keep from sliding back.

The desk rocked in time with us to the point that I was afraid it would fall. Apparently, Cam had the same thought and managed to lift me up without popping out of me and set me against the wall. Now with gravity working against me, he fucked me harder and harder until my breath became audible above his and sweat began beading on the triangle of chest I could see between the lapels of his shirt. Not wanting it to seep through, I took my hands off his shoulders and unbuttoned it then supported my weight while he shrugged it off.

When he put his hands back under my ass to begin pounding against my pussy again, he spread my butt cheeks and snaked a pinky into my ass. I clenched everywhere. Only a few people had ever done that to me, but I knew I liked it. It was only a matter of time before I climaxed hard.

Cam lowered his head and sucked my right nipple into his mouth for a few moments before letting go. “Jess,” he moaned, “I want to cum.”

“Mmm hmm,” I squeaked.

“I want you to cum too,” he panted. All of a sudden I could feel the pulse in his cock that always signals me when a man’s about to unload. “Help me,” he begged. “Jack yourself off or something, please, just…oh god…please…”

He pulled my nipple back into his mouth and began laving it with his tongue. I wanted to cum so badly it hurt, so I followed his plea and managed to move my skirt up and get my right hand against my clit. It felt so good, I couldn’t help but rub it for all I was worth and was surprised to discover my left hand on my other nipple, abusing it just like Cam was my right.

“Yes!” he groaned and went back to raking the peak between lip-covered teeth.

My clit was as hard as his cock was, and I pressed in on it hard while he plowed into me as hard as he could, smashing into my hand and therefore my clit with every undulation. His speed increased as did my finger on my clit and his tongue on my nipple. My climax started in my head and washed through me, clamping down my body as well as my pussy.

“Fuck!” Cam screamed and seized. The throbs pulsing through his cock continued several more times before he collapsed limply against me and the wall.

We stayed like that for a long time it seemed, two sweaty, oversexed bodies just panting against each other. A bang in the hallway reminded us that the complex had a janitor who only came in after hours. He helped me off him and back into my suit. I located the brush I had in my purse and combed out the tangles. Cam slipped his shirt on and rolled the now full condom into the trash can then dropped a piece of paper on top of it.

No sooner had he zipped up his pants than Travis, our janitor, walked in.

“Oh, Miss Jessica,” he drawled in his New Orleans accent, “I didn’t know you was still here.”

“I was about to leave, Travis,” I said as apologetically as possible.

“Now, Miss Jessica,” he scolded, “you know I don’t like you here this late. Some awful man might come right in this here buildin’ and do somethin’ awful to you.”

“Well, Cam was here with me,” I said dismissively.

“Well, yes, Mr. Alcman was here to make sure nothin’ bad did happen,” he said slowly as I snickered. Travis was very much the Southern gentleman and outright refused to call Cam anything but his legal name. He stuck his nose into air I knew was filled with sex and debauchery. “Hey, do y’all smell somethin’?”

“I have to go,” I replied quickly. “See you guys later!”

In an instant, I had my purse in my hand, my jacket on one arm, and was sprinting out of the office like it was on fire.

It was worth the wait.

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I’m 30 and overweight. Not that much and some say I have a cute face and pretty hair and eyes. I hate the V word but I am one. I came close once, but the guy’s friends wanted to watch him pop me and I wouldn’t let it happen. I ran off wrapped in a sheet. I even left my clothes and purse. Someday I’ll tell that story. That happened when I was 20 and in college. After that I never dated and I never let any man get close to me.

I graduated and took a job with a small computer company. I worked hard and took on a lot of weekend and night work. Soon I was promoted to manage the company operations in a rural area most people didn’t want to go to. I bought a nice little house by a lake and settled into a quiet life of work, books, and TV shows. What I watched and read constantly reminded me of the pleasure I never had. Each night I before I went to sleep I would finger myself and feel my untouched hymen. Still I never pleasured myself. Climax was a forbidden and untasted fruit. Like the heroines in the romance novels I was waiting for “him”.

My boss was a charming 50 year old, a childless widower who admitted he was still madly in love with his dead wife. He treated me well and never made anything that was close to a pass at me. He was very informal and except when the occasion required he usually worked in jeans or even sweats. He cut up with his staff and we became friends. It was a break in my lonely routine when he came to visit my area. Usually he stayed at the local motel but this year it was full for a fishing tournament. He offered to reschedule but I invited him to use my guest room instead and he reluctantly accepted.

My guest room is kind of like a grown up doll house. Nobody ever visits me so I just play with it. Everything is just a little nicer than I use myself and when I’m tired of playing with it I bring the fancy stuff to my bedroom and use it and buy better things for my “doll house”. The bed has never been slept in and even the pillows are unused. I was glad that this man who had done so much for me would be my first house guest. I hoped he would be comfortable.

I even decided to cook for him. I am a good cook and I guess that’s how I got to be overweight. Lucky for me the local grocery has some nice things to work with. For my special guest I picked some nice salmon and made veggies with a special sauce my mother taught me to make. To top it off I baked a pie using fresh fruit from a local orchard. The guys on the cooking shows would have been impressed. I hoped he would be too.

The time for his visit came and we spent the afternoon in the office going over accounts and meeting with some important customers. We were both dressed to the nines for them. When we finished I drove him to my place. I showed him around and asked if he minded if I put on some comfortable clothes before I fixed dinner. He offered to take me out but I was tired of the local greasy spoons and I wouldn’t have wished them on him again even if I had hated him. He laughed and thanked me and asked what the dress code was for the evening. I smiled kocaeli escort and said, “Comfy.” While he unpacked and changed I went to my room and changed into sweats. They didn’t flatter my figure but I wasn’t even thinking of that with this man. He once joked that he thought of me as “the daughter he never had” or maybe “the little sister he never wanted.”

It was no surprise when he also emerged in his sweats and sat down in my kitchen. I poured him a drink and we talked while I fixed dinner. He offered to help but I gently turned him down. He’s actually a good cook and I’ve enjoyed dinner at his place a few times when he hosted holiday parties for his staff, but this was my show. He kept me laughing while I cooked and on through dinner. He praised my cooking lavishly but sincerely. I lapped up the praise like a kitten at a bowl of cream. Maybe I was just hungry for company.

Then I served dessert. I dug into mine before I noticed that he hadn’t touched his. Then he gave a strange look. He told me that it looked wonderful but that he was a diabetic. He said that he was used to passing up sweets and that he’d enjoy it by watching me. I actually cried because I felt I had hurt him. That really did hurt him and he asked if he might have just a taste but served in a special way. He said he would taste it from my lips with a big kiss.

I was shaking and sobbing as I took a bite then stood and tilted my head. He embraced me and our lips met. I heard a soft “Mmmm”. Then his tongue touched my lips and parted them. He wasn’t just tasting my cooking, I felt he was tasting my soul. We kissed for what seemed like minutes while his hands caressed my back and hair. When our lips parted he still held me strongly but tenderly then we kissed again. This time his hands slipped under my top and found the bare skin at the small of my back. As his hands slid over me I felt something I had never really known.

I let my body melt into his arms like I’d seen the beauties in the movies do with their handsome lovers. I was no beauty and he was no leading man but in that moment I was Jen and he was Ben. His kiss became more forceful and his hands slipped under my sweat pants to fondle my buns. I had the strangest feeling inside and I felt wet between my thighs. Then I noticed a strange smell. It grew stronger and he ground his body against mine. I felt the rise of his erection. I pulled away from him and looked down then felt my soaked crotch. I thought I’d wet myself. Oh, what I must look like? My pudgy body was adorned with a big wet spot on my sweat pants.

He must have read my thoughts. He took me back in his arms and whispered, “Carol, you are beautiful just like you are. I know what it is to be lonely too.” Then he kissed me long and deeply while his hands caressed and explored my body. Each time we broke our kiss he whispered sweet words about me – how smooth my skin was, how beautiful my eyes were, how soft my hair was. My hands explored him too as I moaned my thanks.

He lead me to my guest room where we embraced and kissed more passionately. My mind kocaeli escort bayan whirled with memories of scenes from movies and of that night long ago when it almost happened. Then I let myself go. I didn’t resist as he lifted my top away and carefully released my bra. We broke our embrace and I stepped back as it fell to the floor like a huge white butterfly. He slipped off his shirt as it happened then we embraced again as our pants fell to our ankles.

We stepped out of them and he guided me to sit on the bed. He knelt before me and kissed my vagina. I lay back and moaned as his tongue parted those lips and found my clitoris. More and more fluid poured out of me as he continued slowly licking and caressing with tongue and gentle fingers. All I could do was moan louder as the sensations built up in my body. My muscles tensed and I started to squirm and buck while I tried not to pull away from the source of my pleasure. Then I lost control of myself and waves of sensation ran through my body until I could hardly move. He gently eased me under the sheet then settled beside me as his fingers explored inside me while we shared a long deep kiss and I tasted myself on his lips. He pulled back when he touched my hymen.

Fear raced through me. Would he stop? Did I want him to? Then another gentle whisper, “Carol, this is a gift you can only give once. Are you sure?” In that moment I fell hopelessly in love with him but I couldn’t say it. I answered by guiding his hand back to my center and reaching out to caress his aching penis. He moaned to my touch then he mounted me. His arms slipped under me and his hands held my shoulders. I guided him as he tenderly entered till he touched my flower. I felt so incredibly full and then he withdrew, grabbed my shoulders and thrust his hips till they hit mine with a slap. There was a flash of incredible pain as he stretched and tore me and then an amazing feeling. He let me get used to his presence inside me then he slowly slid out of me then in again and I moaned. He could tell I felt more pleasure than pain and he picked up his pace. Over and over he drove into me and I pushed back to meet him. The sensations came again stronger than before and again I bucked and squirmed. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and squeezed him as tightly as I could then I lost control of my body again as he pushed into me harder and faster. I was in a mist as I heard his body slap against mine. Then he cried out. Had I done something wrong? He pushed deep and held himself there and I felt his penis throbbing inside me with the head pressed to my cervix. Then I felt him spurt into me. He spurted over and over and I squeezed trying to get more. Then he gently settled beside me and held me close. We kissed and he caressed me as our bodies recovered. I felt sore as I lay there in his gentle arms but I knew I would never feel a sweeter moment.

“Was it OK, please don’t stop?” I whispered still naive and afraid. He held me close and told me that the evening was young and then he began caressing me again. I never wanted the night izmit escort to end. As I felt his erection return he guided my face to it and I took it in my mouth. It tasted strange, a mix of my musk and blood with his semen but I loved it. I wondered if I was doing the right thing as I licked and sucked it like a popsicle. He whispered his approval and so I kept on. I felt fluid seep out and I licked it up. Now he moaned and writhed like I had done. I wondered if I should stop but his hand on my head softly held me in place. I tasted the stuff that oozed from him. Salty and sticky but it came from the man who had just given me the best moment of my life so I kept on. I felt him throb against my lips and tongue and I heard him say how good it felt. Then he screamed and his semen burst into my mouth. I savored the taste of a man for the first time and as he gave me his all I drank down every drop. I never expected what happened next. He kissed me and again we shared a taste. My heart melted and I drew him close and cradled him in my arms. We rested again and he called me his beautiful wonderful Carol. My juices flowed at the sound.

We dozed for a while and I woke to his gentle touches. Could there be more? He urged me to my hands and knees and knelt behind me. He entered my body again and I winced from the soreness inside me. He drew away but before I could doubt myself his gentle fingers probed my dripping pussy and spread my juices till they found my anus. Gently so gently his finger moistened in my juices entered me there. I sighed and pushed myself toward it. Then he withdrew it and I felt his penis replace it. My spinchter stretched as he slowly entered till I had taken it all. I felt him throbbing there and then he slowly withdrew and entered again. He told me I was beautiful and wonderful as he picked up his pace. His hands held my waist as he pulled me on and off him. I felt him swell in me and then he burst into my bowels while I thrilled to another climax.

We settled in each others arms. He still moaned soft endearments to me as we fell into a blissful sleep. I hated the coarse word but I knew he had just fucked all the virginity out of me. At last I was a woman who had satisfied a man in every way. My tears flowed like my juices had. I had nothing more to give but my heart and soul and I knew I was right to wait so long.

When we woke we made love again and in the afterglow he asked me to marry him. I said yes and we were wed that same day. That night we returned to the same bed and for the first time I noticed the stains from the night before. I let my upset show and he held me close. He told me how wonderful it was that I had let him be my first and that it happened in that special place and thanked me for the gifts no woman had ever given him before. I forgave him and we made love over and over again. Now there was no pain, only the love and passion I had longed for over so many empty nights.

I had one more gift to give him. His seed worked its magic inside my womb and nine months later to the day I gave him a son. He was with me through it all and in the delivery room he held us both and told me again that I was beautiful and wonderful. I’m so glad I waited and I promised my first that he would be my last and only. What man could have given me more?

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This story started when I was ten. No, nothing sexual started then. My family had just moved from a small town to the city. The move meant my mom had to start working to help pay the bills. So my parents arranged with our next-door neighbour to look after me after school.

Mrs. Thompson was about my mom’s age and a very warm and loving woman. She had three children who were in high school at the time so she loved to have a younger person around. She became my second mother. I guess you would say her figure was ample. She was a bigger woman but not what you would call fat. After school we used to bake cookies, read stories and play games. It was great being at her house.

It was during the reading sessions, I first became aware of Mrs. Thompson’s breasts. She used to put her arm around me and snuggle me in as she read. My head would end up on her breasts as I used them as a pillow. Mrs. Thompson liked having my head on her breasts. Being so young, you never think about something like this in a sexual way. It was the most natural thing in the world to put my head on her breasts.

It was when I was about 16 that Mr. Thompson left. He took off with his secretary and that was the end of him. Mrs. Thompson was devastated. For weeks, she seemed to always be crying. I did my best to try to comfort her but what can a 16 year old really do?

Maybe a year or so after he left, I came home from school one day and there was Mrs Thompson in a leotard. She was standing in the middle of the living room working out to a tape playing on the television. That first day, I plunked myself down on the couch to watch. The leotard was fairly tight and clung to her body. I could make out the outline of her bra and panties through the material. The gentle rolls of her belly were plainly visible as well.

Now at 17 or so, a young man’s hormones are roaring. While I had not really thought of Mrs. Thompson in a sexual way before, it was hard not to as she bent and stretched in that tight leotard. If I remember correctly, I went home early that day so I could relieve the pressures that had built up.

The next day or so, when I came in, Mrs Thompson had me join her in the exercises. She said she didn’t want to do this alone. So that became our routine. Whenever I showed up at her house after school, we would exercise together. It didn’t take long before the results started to show and Mrs. Thompson began losing weight. I was even feeling the benefits of the workouts.

Being in high school, I didn’t go to her house every day. Sometimes a week or two went by between my visits. Often I just went home after school. But when I did go over, Mrs. Thompson often was working out. I must say, over the year or so since she had started this, she had become a knockout. Her figure was fantastic. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off her. I think I went home with a hard-on every time I visited.

When I was 18 and finishing my senior year in high school, I made a point of stopping over most days to see Mrs. Thompson. She was in incredible shape and I love to watch her work out. She would bend over right in front of me. Her crotch was often close to my face. Sometimes she would bend over facing me and I could see down her top. Her ample breasts looked incredible.

I remember that spring, I went over one day and Mrs Thompson was working in her garden. She had on a scoop neck top and shorts. She was turning the soil so I joined in and helped her. Often, she would bend over and I could see down her top. Sometimes she had her back to me and would bend over. Her shorts were tight into her ass crack.

When the soil was turned, she got on her knees and started to plant some flowers. I was behind her and I could not take my eyes off her ass. It was incredible. The shorts were tight enough I could make out her panties lines. My cock was a rock. As she moved, she was facing me sometimes and I had a great view down her top. I could see most of her breasts in her white bra. My cock was in agony. After an hour or so, I said goodbye and raced home to relieve my hard-on.

One day in the summer I went over and Mrs. Thompson was sitting on a chair on the back porch. It was a very hot day. She was sitting and reading a book and drinking lemonade. I sat down opposite her and we talked. I kept glancing at her breasts which I was sure were not encased in a bra. Her nipples were too obvious. Also, her shorts were very loose. As she moved, the material slid up her legs. I was hard again.

Being so young, you think you’re not being observed as you sneak peeks. I had convinced myself Mrs. Thompson didn’t know what I was doing. At one point she stood up and brought the pitcher of lemonade to me. As she poured it, she leaned over. I had a clear view down her top. I could almost see her complete breasts. When she straightened up, my eyes met hers and I could see she had a smile on her face.

When she sat down, she put her feet on the front of the chair. This pushed her crotch towards me. I snuck a quick look then looked back at bursa escort her face. She was still smiling. Now as we talked, she moved a little and the material moved on her legs. After a few minutes, I could see down one leg open to her red panties. WOW!!! I wanted to rip those shorts off her body.

As I stared something different was gradually appearing. At first I didn’t know what I was seeing but after a few minutes, I realized that the crotch of her shorts was showing a wet spot. I can’t tell you what we talked about, as all I can remember is the beautiful sight I was seeing.

As usual, I went home and pounded my meat until I came several times. Not only was this scene re-played several more times in her backyard that summer but I re-played it many many times in my head. Mrs. Thompson had become a hottie!

That September, I started college. My classes were such that I finished about 3:30 every afternoon. The week before I became 19 and I dropped in one day to find Mrs. Thompson had not started her exercises yet. She was glad to see me and we sat and talked for a while. Then Mrs. Thompson said, “It’s almost time for my exercises. I bought something as part of my birthday present for you. Why don’t you set up the machine with my tape and then sit on the couch. I’ll go and get changed.” So as she went off to change, I got the tape and television set up then moved to the couch.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Thompson came into the room. She was holding a towel in front of her as she walked. She stopped in the middle of the room facing me and tossed the towel at me. I was busy catching the towel and I didn’t see her for a few seconds. When I looked, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Mrs Thompson was wearing a white leotard. It was stretched tight on her body. She didn’t have any underwear on underneath. I could make out the dark areas around her nipples and could see the dark patch of her pussy hairs.

Slowly she turned and moved to the television. She started the tape and moved to the centre of the room. The music started and Mrs. Thompson started working out. She bent and stretched with the tape. As she worked, she started to sweat. The moisture made her leotard become even more transparent. At one point, she laid on the floor. The exercise was to lie on her side and lift the top leg. The way she laid down, her toes were pointed toward me. When she lifted her leg, I had a clear view of her pussy. The leotard was damp and I could make out the outline of her pussy lips.

My cock was so hard. I was absently mindedly rubbing my cock though my pants. Mrs. Thompson stood up and saw what I was doing. She stood there for a few seconds then turned her back to me with her feet spread and bent over to touch her toes. Her pussy was only a few feet from my face. She was looking back at me between her legs. The leotard was stretched tight and pulled deep into her pussy lips. I could see some of the hairs from her pussy sticking out of the leotard. She then put her hands on the inside of her legs and moved them upwards. Her fingers went all the way up to her pussy and then gently rubbed over the material.

Slowly she stood up and faced me again. “Why don’t you open those pants and relieve that monster you have hiding in there. I know you want to. I would love to watch.” So slowly I pulled the zipper down then reached in and pulled out my cock. I started to rub it. Mrs. Thompson’s eyes didn’t leave my cock. She reached between her legs and slid several fingers along her pussy. We both were rubbing as we watched the other. I came first. Sperm was shooting everywhere. As the cum was flying, Mrs. Thompson let out a big groan. Her knees buckled and she kneeled on the floor. Her fingers never left her pussy. She threw her head back and pumped her pussy as she came.

When she stopped cumming, we both just sat there looking at each other. Neither of us spoke for a few seconds. Mrs. Thompson suddenly stood up and ran from the room. As she went, she said over her shoulder, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I heard the door to her bedroom slam shut. I took the towel and cleaned up my mess then left.

After that afternoon, I didn’t see Mrs Thompson for a couple of weeks. I did try to go over and visit a couple of times but she was never home.

It was about 12:30 on a Friday night. I had been out with my friends and on the way home I stopped and grabbed a burger and fries. I was eating on the front step enjoying the warm night air when I saw a car coming up the street. I watched and as the car got closer I realized it was Mrs. Thompson’s car. She turned into her driveway and parked. As she got out, I called to her and startled her a bit. As she started to walk toward me, I could tell she had been drinking because she was swaying a bit as she walked.

What a vision. Mrs. Thompson sure didn’t look her age. She had on a short skirt and heels with dark stockings or pantyhose. As she came into the light by our stairs, I could see her blouse was a sheer material and I could make out her black bra. Mrs. Thompson bursa escort bayan spoke first, “Hi Kyle. How are you?”

“Hi Mrs. Thompson. I’m doing well.”

“Oh come on now Kyle. You’re a man now. I think you can call me Cheryl.”

“Um. I don’t know. That would be a little strange. But I’ll try Cheryl.”

“See? Now that didn’t hurt did it?” She smiled as she said that. “I’d like to apologize for the other day.”

“Apologize for what?”

“For acting so forward and making you do what you did.”

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t make me do it.”

“I know. But I shouldn’t have been so forward and done what I did.”

“I don’t think you were forward. Besides, you’re a beautiful woman and I liked seeing you like that?”

“I am? You did?”

“I’ve always thought you’re beautiful. And of course I liked seeing you in that leotard. You looked incredible.”

I think she blushed a little then said, “Why thank you Kyle. I’ve been so worried the past few weeks. I didn’t know what you’d think about me.”

“I think you’re one of the most beautiful women I know. That leotard was fantastic.”

“Thank you. Can I tell you a secret?” I nodded my head. “I had been wanting you to see my in that leotard for a long time.”

I almost choked on my burger. “You… you did?” I stammered.

“Yes. I’ve been watching you for a long time now. I see how you look at me. To tell you the truth, I’ve enjoyed having you look at me.”

“Wow! I didn’t know.”

“Did you think I wasn’t noticing how you looked at me? A woman always knows.” She laughed as she said it. “You’ve made me feel so young and beautiful. I just wanted to give something special to you. So I bought that leotard one size too small so I could show you my body. I don’t have to ask if you liked what you saw.” This time we both laughed.

“No you don’t. You looked absolutely incredible.”

“Do you really think so? How do I look tonight?”

“Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic.”

“Oh Kyle. You’re so wonderful.”

All this time I had been sitting on the lowest step with my back against the railing. Cheryl had been leaning against the railing on the other side. We didn’t say anything for a bit as I finished my snack when Cheryl finally said, “I didn’t get you a real birthday present this year. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.”

“I know but I feel badly. I haven’t missed one of your birthdays yet.” As she said this, she slowly lifted her leg closest to the house and put her foot on the lowest step. My eyes followed her leg. It moved like it was in slow motion. Her knee ended up pointing directly at me. When she stopped moving, my eyes looked back to her face. She had that smile again. “I think I have a present for you we’ll both enjoy,” she said.

Quickly her eyes looked around the neighbourhood. I don’t know what she was looking for but my eyes did the same. I heard her drop her purse and I looked back at her. Still that smile was there. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that her leg on the step was moving. I looked down and saw she was moving her knee to the outside. Her short skirt hung like a curtain from the top of her thigh down across her pelvis to her other leg. I looked up at her and she said, “Here comes your present. Have a good look.”

I looked back down just as her hand rested on the top of the bent leg. Slowly she started to move the skirt back along her thigh toward her belly. After it moved only a few inches, I could see the top of her black stockings. Then the bare skin of her upper thigh was visible. She stopped moving her hand. I looked up. She was looking at me. Slowly she nodded her head as if to tell me to look back down. I did and then she moved her hand from the top of her thigh under her skirt. She pulled the skirt up and I could see her panties. Cheryl looked incredible with black stockings, white skin and black panties.

Quickly I looked up at her and she just stood there smiling. I looked back down. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. With one hand she held the skirt up. With the other she was gently rubbing across her belly. Slowly her fingers moved lower and disappeared between her legs. Her hand moved in and out as she caressed her pussy.

She did this for maybe a minute before she said, “Kyle, I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve been watching you watch me for years and my pussy gets so wet thinking about you. I want you Kyle.”

My brain didn’t completely comprehend what she was saying. I looked at her face, which now had a bit of a glazed look to it. I looked back down and she kind of rammed her fingers into her pussy. Cheryl now started to work her pussy harder and harder.

Suddenly she stopped, dropped her skirt and took her foot off the step. She took a step toward me and put her pussy soaked fingers under my nose. “Kyle, I want you to take me NOW!!!! I need your cock in my pussy.”

I was shocked. I had never heard her talk like this before. I took a deep breath. The smell of her pussy filled escort bursa my nose. Then she moved her fingers to my lips and pushed them into my mouth. I immediately tasted the sweetness of her pussy juices.

“Tonight you’re mine, Kyle. My present to you is make you into a man. I’m giving you my body and together we’ll experience what we’ve been waiting so long for. Pick up that garbage and come with me.” With that, Cheryl turned and headed toward her house.

I quickly followed but it was a little hard walking with my big hard-on. All the way to her front door, I watched her sexy ass swaying as we walked. Her skirt flipped from side to side. I caught up to her at the front door as she unlocked it. We entered into the dark house. Cheryl didn’t turn on the lights but just locked the door and dropped her purse and keys on the table in the hall. She then headed upstairs.

I could just make out her form from the street lights outside. At the top of the stairs she turned and walked into her bedroom. I was right behind her and stopped just inside the door. Cheryl went to the bedside table and turned on a little light. Then she went to the window and closed the curtains. Finally, she walked back to me and put her arms around my neck. Our lips met and her tongue quickly followed.

Our bodies were pressed close together. I could feel every curve in her body. Her tits were pressed hard into my chest. My cock was pressing into her belly. I had my hands on her back and could feel her bra. The kiss went on and on.

Cheryl then moved a half step back from me. My hands slid to her hips. She was looking deep into my eyes. Her hands found the buttons on my shirt and quickly it was undone. The shirt hit the floor. Then my belt opened and my jeans were next. Cheryl dropped to her knees and helped me take my shoes, socks and pants off. I was now naked before a woman for the first time.

Without even looking up at me, Cheryl took my cock in her hand. I jumped at the incredible softness of her touch. It was nothing like when I play with myself. Cheryl still didn’t look at me. Her other hand cupped my balls. Then slowly, she leaned over and kissed the tip of my cock. Her tongue was next. She licked the tip as she squeezed my balls lightly.

Then without warning, she put my cock deep into her mouth. I was almost balls deep in one gulp. Slowly she pulled her head back as she let her lips caress the sides of the shaft. When she got to the knob, she held it there and licked it with her tongue.

My cock then slipped out of her mouth. She looked up at me and said, “I knew you had a big one. This is magnificent. You’re going to make me very happy in a little bit. Now I want you to relax and let my tongue make love to you. When you feel it is time, let your cum shoot into my mouth. Don’t worry, I love the taste of cum and I want you to shoot off in my mouth.” Her mouth quickly surrounded my cock again.

She started to bob on my cock. Her lips were pressed tight along my shaft and her tongue was dancing everywhere. I don’t think I lasted more than two minutes. My cum started to shoot off into her mouth. Cheryl didn’t miss a beat and just kept bobbing and sucking. When I was finished, she gave my cock one last kiss and then stood up.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh my God, yes!!!! That was incredible.”

“Good. But that is only the beginning.” She then took my hand and led me to the bed. She pushed me lightly so I would sit on the edge. Cheryl took a step backward and slowly started to undo the buttons on her blouse. I think each button took about 30 seconds to undo. It was a slow process. She even took the time to undo the buttons on the sleeves. With all the buttons undone, Cheryl stepped closer to me. She turned around and said, “You take it off.” I nervously reached up and gently pulled the soft material from her shoulders. She took a step away from me as blouse floated off her arms. I was left holding it.

Next she turned to me and put on foot on the bed beside me. I could see up her leg. She leaded over and started to undo the strap on the shoe. Her eyes never left mine. When the strap was undone, she leaned further and kissed me. “You take it off for me.” I turned my head and put a hand on her shoe. She lifted her leg and the shoe was in my hand. After straightening up, Cheryl put her foot on my thigh. She just looked at me. “Don’t you want to feel my leg? Its yours if you want.”

I looked down at her beautiful leg. Nervously I put my hand on her calf. I could not believe how warm her leg was. The silky feel of the stocking was incredible. Slowly I moved my hand down her calf then back up. When I got to the knee, Cheryl moved her foot off me to the bed so her leg was now straight. I looked up at her and then slowly moved my hand higher. I was on her thigh then the top of the stocking and finally I felt the soft warm skin of her upper thigh. I was in territory I had only dreamed about before. I was only inches from pay dirt.

I could only move my hand a little. I was almost paralysed. Looking at Cheryl, she just smiled at me. She then reached down and pulled the hem of her skirt up and out of the way. We both looked at my hand on her thigh. Slowly she pulled her foot off the bed and my hand slid off her thigh.

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QuarantineSo my hometown is still social distancing from COVID. I’m at my kitchen table working from home. I go out to the stores occasionally, but for the most part, i haven’t left the house. Needless to say, i don’t get a lot of human interaction these days.The lady across the street is putting the trash out for trash day. She’s stock with a big butt and even bigger tits, curly dark-brown hair and a tattoo on her arm. I think her name is Vicky. I look over as she pulls the trash bin behind her while her husband goes to work in the house. Her sizable G-cups jiggle and bounce with each step. She has on a tank top and shorts and there is no way she’s wearing a bra. I crane my head and watch for a minute. My cock is getting hard in my pajama pants. I walk into the other room and go to the door. I peek bursa escort through the small glass window with a decorative lattice. She can’t see me. She bends over and grabs a box. Yum, ass. She stands up and does a quarter turn before bending over again to put it in the recycle bin. I can see right down her shirt. Yum, boobs. She turns and picks up something else, the fabric of her shorts pulling itself into the shape of her butt. Then, into the bin, her tits hanging like massive pendulums. On her next set, i put my hand in my pants and start touching myself.I stand there jerking for 3-4 minutes before I decide I want a better view. I go to the bay window and I can see clear as day. But if she looks up, she can see me too. And fuzzy jammies don’t hide my bulging rod. I pull one side of the curtains bursa escort bayan and stand directly behind them. Then I move just and inch open so i can peep out. She bends over longer, gathering more things. As her booty can’t help but sway a little, I realize i don’t have to reach in my pants behind the curtain. I drop my pants down past my ass, freeing my raging cock. As she turns around, she leans down further, revealing more of her lovely mammaries than ever before. I’m full on jacking it now. I stroke harder and faster. I want to go butt-fuck her right on the side of the road and suck and fuck her tits. A couple dabs of pre-cum are on the curtain now as she wraps up her ass-and-tit show. I though she went back inside.Just to see, I move back to the door. Nope, she just went to the other escort bursa side of her house. i’m a little softer when i go over there, but now she’s laying out a tarp so she is full on bent over, the shorts skintight on her ass for like 6 minutes. Now I’m harder than ever and stroke harder than ever. I’m starring at her rear and day-dreaming about ass-fucking her badonkadonk. Her ass is built like a tank, and i just know it can take a big pounding. I wonder if i should go grab a sock or at least a napkin, but i don’t want to miss it. Still bent over, she spins around. When she stops, her tits don’t. Her left boob pops out of the shirt. Her small pink nipples are quite a surprise for her build. She quickly adjusts, putting her breast away. She doesn’t seem to be too concerned though, and she still leaning over with 80% of her jugs exposed. I burst, cumming right on the door, imagining it’s her face and hair. Almost as if she knew somehow, she stood up and made her way into the house. God, I need to get out of here.

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Benita’s message on the answering machine was in her usual cryptic style.

“I’m horny and lonely. If you’d like to come over this afternoon for some water-cooled eetwoem, give me a call.”

E2M was our private acronym for “enhanced mutual masturbation.” We had been friends for a number of years. We tried sex with each other early in the relationship and found that any kind of contact sex interfered with the openness and stark honesty that went between us.

Weeks or even months could go by with no contact between us and then there would be a phone call just to catch up on personal news or to set a date for lunch or an E2M. We both prided ourselves on coming up with zany and even kinky scenarios to put each other in when we directed an E2M.

Once Benita had knotted a piece of clothesline around my nuts and backed me up to one of the posts on her patio. Then she drew the rope tight around the post and tied it. After she handed me a bottle of oil she slowly undressed while I masturbated. She knew I liked women in high heels so she put her shoes back on. Standing naked in front of me in just her heels, she held out her hand palm up. I poured some oil into her hand and she began to masturbate. My dick was big and hard. I stopped the stimulation because I was near orgasm. She dragged the nozzled garden hose with her and settled into the chase lounge in front of me. It was one of her favorite places to masturbate. With her legs bent she jammed her high heels through the webbing, spread her legs and started stroking herself. She often had two or three orgasms before I would let myself go for my one.

When the eye of my dick closed and my erection was beginning to fade, I began stroking myself again. I watched her squirm and heard her squeal as she orgasmed. In thirty seconds I was fully erect and switched from a full stroke to just tantalizing the hard head. I could do that and have great pleasure without having to stop. She brought the nozzle up slowly aiming at my crotch. She smiled as she squeezed the handle and the stream of warm water played back and forth across my hips and thighs and then steadied on my hand and penis. Since I was tied by my balls to the post against my back, I couldn’t move or retaliate. She sprayed me again after her second and third orgasms. The water was cooler then and each time I lost most of my erection before she stopped spraying me. I was long-stroking my itchy/achy erection with the eye open and wanting satisfaction when I looked up and saw Benita standing with hose nozzle in her hand. Her legs were spread wide and she was shifting the nozzle from one hand to the other, each time aiming it at my groin and flicking her wrist as though she were firing a pistol at me. Her expression went from mock grim to a grin when I came.

Another time I strapped her into a parachute harness, hung her from her patio beam so her feet were a foot off the ground and then tied her legs apart by lashing her ankles to the ends of a rake handle. That was a long session because she had a little trouble coming all trussed and tied that way. It was my turn to be comfortable on the chase lounge. I kept myself on the high plateau of pleasure just below the point of inevitability until she came. Then I shifted to slow, full-length strokes and relaxed away from the tension until I was in moaning ecstasy. I resisted the common sense notion of stopping the stroking and within a few seconds wrenched another wave of growling, throbbing pleasure out of my loins.

I called Benita back and told her I would be at her place about one o’clock. I didn’t bother to ask her for any of the details about what a “water-cooled E2M” was. I knew she wouldn’t tell me. That was another one of our rules. The element of surprise mixed with anticipation made for a delicious kurtköy escort level of tension between us.

Benita’s house sat well back from the highway. The landscape was original Sonoran desert and the architect had done a good job of using the front of the house to further isolate it from road noise and observation by passersby. The whole north side of the house; bedrooms, living and dining room; were wrapped around a large patio, part of which was covered. There was a good 150 feet of desert to the rear and both sides of the patio… the palo verdes and greasewoods screened her from her neighbors… complete privacy and yet open and airy. The air was hot and the sun intense when I stepped out of my air-conditioned truck… probably gonna be 112 or 114 by three thirty when the temperature peaks, I thought to myself. I knocked and pushed open the kitchen door.

I heard her before I saw her… the click of her high heels on the ceramic tile floor in the living room. She spread her arms asking for a hug. We stayed in each other’s arms for half a minute or more just enjoying the contact and closeness.

“Come in here,” she said as she turned and walked toward the dining area. She turned one of the dining table chairs so it faced parallel to the long axis of the table. “Time for you to get naked,” she said. It didn’t take long for me to step out of my sandals, shuck off my shorts and briefs and get out of my pullover shirt. She was wearing a white cotton dress with little dark blue polka dots, stockings and black high heel pumps. While I was undressing she unbuttoned the front of her dress. Almost absentmindedly she reached inside her dress to stroke and pinched her left nipple. I already knew she wasn’t wearing a bra… when we hugged that’s part of the automatic inventory that goes through my mind… I had felt her bare back under the dress. I could see skin all the way from her collarbones to her waist when she bent forward to sit in the chair she had just moved. She was silent for maybe thirty seconds with her left hand inside her dress caressing her right nipple. The silent pauses between us were a special part of the relationship. We both had learned to accept them without the need to compulsively say something to fill the silence. “You sure got undressed fast. You anxious to find out what’s on the menu today?” she commented. An impish smile played across her face for a few seconds. She pointed to a spot on the floor by her left hip. I moved to the place she indicated.

“I’m told this is easier to do if you’re a bit firm,” she said as she reached out and pulled on the head of my penis. The pulling and squeezing was quite pleasant and I began to swell. “I suppose I could have had you do this. There, that’s about right I think,” she said patting my half- hard penis.

From the table she took the end of a piece of clear plastic tubing, uncapped a tube of KY jelly and smeared the first foot of the tubing with the lubricant. Several loops of the tubing lay on the table and the other end was attached to a clear plastic bag–the kind your see hanging from a stand in hospital rooms–IV solutions. “I’m gonna stick this up your dick and fill you up till you’re doing the dance of discomfort,” she said brightly.

As always, the individual who was dressed had the psychological advantage over the other person. I watched with frozen fascination as she held the head of my penis between the thumb and forefinger of one hand and slowly made the end of the tube disappear into the eye. “I’ve been told the insertion is not painful and can even be enjoyable,” she said evenly.

I had stopped breathing. When she heard me breathe she ask, “Hurt?”

“No,” I breathed. She continued to invade me slowly. “I’ve never been touched there before,” I said with a quiver aydıntepe escort in my voice.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

“Yes, I think I do,” I said as I felt a more intense sensation deep within my groin. “Ahhhggg,” came from my throat.

“What? Tell me what you feel,” she insisted.

“Like I’m about to come,” I replied describing the burning urgency deep inside of me.

“Gooooood” she crooned as she forced three more inches of tube through my half erect penis. I was afraid to move. “I’m in,” she announced. “The end just went past your prostate and into your bladder. Just like they said, there was some extra resistance to overcome just before insertion was complete.” She was slowly stroking the head of my penis almost like a mother attending a small child who had just had to endure some unpleasant procedure. Then she reached out and released the spring clip that pinched the tube closed. “You want a beer while you’re filling up?” she asked as she squeezed the bulging bag sending a surge of liquid into my bladder.

I told her that would be very nice. She returned from the kitchen with a cold can of beer in one hand and a bottled wine cooler in the other. She handed me the beer and picked up the bag of liquid. “Let’s go out onto the patio,” she said. “Hold the tube in place with your other hand and I’ll carry the bag.”

I walked slowly like a semi-invalid. She walked beside me with her wine cooler in one hand and the bag of liquid and several coils of tubing in the other. She was putting pressure on the bag as we walked. “Sometimes you’re a really sneaky bitch,” I told her gazing at the bag in her hand.

“Yeah, ain’t it grrrreat,” she said, squeezing the bag even harder, sending another surge of liquid into me. By the time we got to the two chase lounges on the patio I had a strong urge to urinate. But I knew that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. And the bag was still half full.

The chase lounges were side by side but facing in opposite directions. The setup reminded me of the time we lay head to foot on my bed masturbating together, handcuffed left hand to left hand.

Hanging above the lounges were two cords tied to the patio beam. Both had S hooks tied about head high to the dangling ends of the cords. One hook was bare and the other held a bulging red rubber enema bag. She reached up and attached the bag of clear liquid to the empty hook. Then she took the beer out of my hand and placed it on a nearby table along with her wine cooler. She was holding a spritz bottle in her right hand as she turned toward me. If she handed the bottle to me, I was to start masturbating. That was another of the rules for us. Instead she spritzed oil onto my penis and said “Stroke it till your standing straight out. I want that muscle clamped down tight around the tube when you start moving around sticking it to me.”

While I was doing as she instructed, she pulled her skirt up around her waist and settled back onto one of the chase lounges. Her fine legs were encased in tan thigh-high stockings that ended near her bare hips. She toyed with the black plastic tip attached to the hose of the enema bag. “Stick it to me,” she requested as she offered the black tip to me. She lay back, rolled away from me and pulled her top leg up against her chest. Bending over was very uncomfortable for me because of my full bladder. The lubricated tip went in easily. I released the pinch clip on the tubing and watched for some sign that the liquid was flowing into her. After twenty seconds or so I could see the red rubber bag shrinking. Benita groaned and shifted her position slightly as she straightened the leg that she had been holding to her chest. Her hand went to her belly to massage the liquid higher up into her and make room for the fluid still tuzla içmeler escort flowing from the bag hanging above her.

“You like to watch me squirm in pain, don’t you,” she growled.

“Much as you squirm in pleasure. Anyway, you told me to do it to you,” I responded.

“You’re right,” she breathed. In two minutes the bag was completely flat. When I withdrew the tip, a few drops of clear liquid escaped her anus. She sat up, swung her feet out and gingerly stood up letting the hem of her dress fall back into place. Moving to the table she opened both beverages and returned to face me.

The beer was cold and tasted good. I smiled through the discomfort. She smiled back and began to slowly shift-her weight from one foot to the other and then back again. She took a long swallow from her wine cooler and reached inside her dress to caress and pinch her nipple. Then she gave a little grunt, withdrew her hand and began to massage her lower abdomen.

“What are you giving me,” I asked.

“Sterile water…harmless but it can be distressingly filling, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” I responded.

“What was in your bag?” I asked.

“Wine. I’ll be tipsy in ten minutes. It’s even faster than drinking on an empty stomach.”

“How to you know that?” I asked.

“I tried it solo last week,” she replied. “It’s a lot less sicko when it’s done to you, don’t you think? I mean if I had just told you to stick that tube up your dick and fill yourself up, that would have been harder than having me do it, right?” Her words were beginning to slur a little. It was as if we were having some polite chitchat at a cocktail party. My discomfort had rolled over into pain and the bag still wasn’t empty. Benita was squinting with discomfort and was bent slightly forward. She handed me her wine cooler bottle, shrugged her way out of the top of her dress and let it fall around her feet. “Speaking of sexual pleasure, they say that arousal increases one’s threshold of pain considerably. You ready to get down?” she said.

I lay back on the chase lounge and began stroking myself while I squirted oil onto my hand and penis. Erection came quickly. I looked through the mixed mist of pain-pleasure and saw Benita in her thigh high stockings and heels lying back on the other chase lounge beside me. She had her high heels hooked into the webbing of the lounge and her legs were bent and spread wide. The hum of her vibrator was overlaid by yips and squeals as her head rolled from side to side. A gurgling scream came from her throat as her back arched in an attempt to get closer to the vibrating pleasure source. Then she fell back breathing heavily, every inch of her beaded with sweat.

I returned to providing my own pleasure. I stroked slowly, staying below the bursting point for several minutes. Benita was on her feet. She unhooked the bag at the end of the tube in my penis and dropped it onto her lounge. It immediately began to refill with liquid. She got a pair of pruning shears from the table and repositioned herself on her lounge making sure her body weight was compressing my bag. I felt the painful surge deep in my groin again and fought it with long pleasuring strokes.

My semen burst out of the eye around the tube in convulsive sprits. It was one of the most intense orgasms I have ever experienced. But the pain and the urgency stayed in my groin. When I looked over at Benita she was cutting the tube with the shears. Then she hooked her heels in the webbing, spread her legs and thumbed the switch on her vibrator. It took several minutes for my aching bladder to void onto the patio where the cut tube lay. Sometime during those minutes Benita screeched the arrival of another orgasm and thrust her hips toward the sky. When she fell back against the lounge, her body was glistening with sweat and her chest was heaving, wanting more air for her trembling abdomen and thighs.

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PHILLING IN FOR MEWhen wife Sarah and I lived in Hertfordshire I belonged to a local angling club and as I hadn,t bothered to renew my driving license previously our house being priority one of the members Phil Mingus pronounced Menzies (no Imdon,t know why either) became a firm friend taking me out fishing regularly to local fisheries as well as taking part in the club outings. One particularly freezing afternoon as we fished a small trout lake in Surrey we finally went into the lodge to warm up in front of the heater provided. Because of the freezing conditions, biting winds and alternating rain and sleet every other angler had given up,and gone home at least an hour before. Phil and I were persistent and liked to get our money,s worth, but even we gave up and decided to get warm and clean up.our reels and tie new leaders on to replace used ones. Phil came in from the toilet”Look what I found some dirty per ery forgot!” He held up two ragged ümraniye escort hardcore pornographic magazines.”One way to enjoy yourself I guess. Let,s have a look?” I suggested and he spread the first magazine out on the large rough finished table between us. It was the usual Color Climax magazines that wren,t cheap back then with pages of nude models engaged in many forms of sex with narrations in German, Swedish and English of sexy performances such as “Janie felt fabulous as Billie fucked her so quickly his balls made a noise like a sharp crack,of a whip over and over again till he filled her cunt completely with thick cum!” I got so carried away I Didn,t realise Phil hsd lowered his trousers and boxers and was openly rubbing his thick uncircumsised cock till. I turned the page. “Hey so who,s been hiding his pretty cock?” I teased. “You wanna play with it then, Joe?” he teased back. “Bring it here and at kadıköy escort least let me feel it?” I challenged him. “Okay.” I was Amased his cock got even harder as I squeezed it and rubbed the liquid dribbling from the end. “You seem to like playing with pricks, Joe! I,ll:make you a proposition. Play with mine and I,ll do,the same for you.” So soon I was running my fingers over his shaft and sensitive testicles before gently kissing the bulbous tip. “Mmm You taste good. Mind if I suck you?” “You do surprise me Joe, Yeah go ahead and suck me good and I,ll suck yours, too and don,t worry whether Inswallow or not, pointless not to.” “I feel the same Phil. Prepare for a treat.” I,m not quite as expert at fellatio as wife Sarah, but haven,t had any complaints from the guys I have sucked and I imagine I,ve sucked about a dozen. It Didn,to take long before I feasted on his thick cock cream really savouring his hot fresh bostancı escort musky taste. “Thanks Phil. Your cum is very delicious. I look forward to eating more in future.” “Good. Now let me show you what I can do.” Phil was just as good with his mouth, lips and his tongue seemed longer than mine as he pleasured me and loudly gulped down my heavy ejaculate. “Wow Phil. You suck good, too.” A quick trip,to,the toilet to piss and clean up and then it was time to pack up and head home. Next time Phil and I got together it was at a party for the angling club with wife Sarah and Phils wife Jenny present. Jenny was a real hot female with magical tits and curvy butt topping off long dancers legs. The only thing I Didn,t like about her is she Didn,t get along with wife Sarah much which was unusual. “Don,t like Jenny much.” Sarah whispered to me.”She,s a snobbish bitch who talks down to me!” “You,re just jealous because she was flirting with me a while ago.” I defended Jenny who always had a smile for me. “Don,t k** yourself Joe. You,re no where near her league, She,d eat you up and spit your balls out!” “I think you,re wrong there!” Six months later she walked out on Phil for his loaded boss! TBC Filling in For Me 2

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THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH by, Edgar Allan Poe (1Coronavirus: Past IS Prologue. The Prince Prospero IS the POTUS. Allegory. Metaphor. Tale. THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATHby, Edgar Allan Poe (1842)THE “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal –the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease, were the incidents of half an hour. But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castellated abbeys. This was an extensive and magnificent structure, the creation of the prince’s own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid defiance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of pleasure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori, there were ballet-dancers, there were musicians, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.” It was toward the close of the fifth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual magnificence. It was a voluptuous scene, that masquerade. But first let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven –an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very different; as might have been expected from the duke’s love of the bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corridor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decorations of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue –and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and lighted with orange — the fifth with white — the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the istanbul escort ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet –a deep blood color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay s**ttered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of chambers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brazier of fire that protected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black chamber the effect of the fire-light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood-tinted panes, was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all. It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when the minute-hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came from the brazen lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musical, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians of the orchestra were constrained to pause, momentarily, in their performance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own nervousness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty minutes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time that flies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before. But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magnificent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a fine eye for colors and effects. He disregarded the decora of mere fashion. His plans were bold and fiery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not. He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fete; and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the masqueraders. Be sure they were grotesque. There was much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm –much of what has been since seen in “Hernani.” There were arabesque figures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There avcılar escort were delirious fancies such as the madman fashions. There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these –the dreams –writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, for a moment, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff-frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away –they have endured but an instant –and a light, half-subdued laughter floats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many-tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven, there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there flows a ruddier light through the blood-colored panes; and the blackness of the sable d****ry appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muffled peal more solemnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments. But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length there commenced the sounding of midnight upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, too, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to becomeaware of the presence of a masked figure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive of disapprobation and surprise –then, finally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust. In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be supposed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly unlimited; but the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the prince’s indefinite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The figure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly şirinevler escort to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difficulty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood –and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror. When the eyes of Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its role, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the first moment with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage. “Who dares?” he demanded hoarsely of the courtiers who stood near him –“who dares insult us with this blasphemous mockery? Seize him and unmask him –that we may know whom we have to hang at sunrise, from the battlements!” It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly –for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand. It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale courtiers by his side. At first, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately steps, made a closer approach to the speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assumptions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince’s person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninterruptedly, but with the same solemn and measured step which had distinguished him from the first, through the blue chamber to the purple –through the purple to the green — through the green to the orange — through this again to the white — and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement had been made to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six chambers, while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating figure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry –and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which, instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at finding the grave-cerements and corpse-like mask which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form. And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the flames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all. -End P.L. 2009 [email protected] deleted

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My New Neighbours Part 2Lucy was happy that I was there to help and wobbled as she got up off the sofa, “Oops, I just get my bag” she said as she staggered out to the hall, she must have taken a deep breath and composed herself out there because she walked back in a pretty straight line sitting back on the sofa with her bag between her legs giving me yet another view up to her pantie clad crotch, she seemed so excited.She pulled out a large drawing of a naked man showing front and back and it seems she has to identify parts of the anatomy and answer questions, seemed straight forward although looking at the drawing it didn’t do the male form justice.She got the giggles as she studied the picture, “Not all men look like that” I said with a giggle which brought a smile onto Lucy’s face as she probably recollected the events of yesterday, “Eww it’s gross” she said as she put it down beside her, I decided to make an offer.“Would you like me to pose for you Lucy?” I asked and she looked over with a slightly shocked look, “What?, you mean I can use you instead of this gruesome ugly drawing?” she asked still feeling a bit heady and reaching over to get her glass, I had to take another peep as her legs widened again, she straightened up again, “Yes, if it will help you get a better opinion on the male form” I replied trying to be as serious as I could. She smiled again, “WOW! You are the tops sir” she said as she took out her test book.The test book actually recommended that you use a live subject for the benefit of the test so she was happy for me to have volunteered myself.I think she was a bit embarrassed to ask me to undress so I took the lead by standing up and walking towards her, her eyes looked up as I stood just feet away from her. Without a word I pulled my tee shirt up and over my head and her eyes followed every move and then became glued to my shorts as I slipped my fingers into the waistband.I teased and could tell by her breathing that she was keen for me to complete my strip so I didn’t make her wait too long, I slowly pulled my shorts out and over my semi hard cock and down to the ground, her gaze never moved as she stared at the half floppy cock in front of her.“WOW!!” she sighed looking up at me and then sitting back on the sofa to open up her book, she explained that she had to identify certain parts and then describe feel and taste, I questioned the last bit but she ensured me that is what it said, I went along with her.“OK, so what’s first?” I asked trying to control my inevitable pending erection, she looked up from her book, “Easy” she said with a giggle, “Lips is the first sir” she said and pointed to my lips,“Very good” I said smiling as she stood up in front of me and ran her finger around my lips which in itself was quite erotic and then when she pushed her finger into my mouth I had to give it a gentle suck which caused her to giggle.I bent down so that she could do the taste and OMG as I felt her tongue run around my lips before out lips became connected in the most wonderful kiss I have had in a long time, soft and slow when her tongue explored my mouth I had to return the compliment and it turned into a more passionate snog.“WOW!! Sir” she said as she pulled away, I looked down at her, “It’s ok Lucy, it’s for educational purposes only” to which she giggled and sat back down, “Yes, of course sir, it’s for educational purposes sir” she said softly as she wrote down her answers.“Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked softly as she reached across and took another mouthful of drink, “Mmm, this is so good sir” she said softly as she looked istanbul escort back to her book.“Nipples” she said with a giggle, “What?” I replied, “Nipples are next” she sighed as she got up and as luck would have it she was just the right height, the other benefit of her standing so close was that I could see down her shirt at a very nice pair of bee stings.She looked very closely at my nipples which without her even touching them were beginning to get stiff as was my cock which I could feel touching her belly, she reached up and took both nipples in her fingers tweaking and rubbing and as she leant forward to lick and suck on each nipple individually I could feel her pressing her belly against my stiffening cock. I heard her murmur as she sucked like a breast-feeding baby and I felt her teeth gently nibble, I let out a groan as my cock rose up, “WOW!!” I sighed as she pulled away, she looked up at me with her glazed eyes, “Wow sir, but it IS for educational purposes sir” she said softly as she licked her lips getting back to her answers, I stood there waiting and then laugh as she looked in the direction of my throbbing cock, “What’s wrong?” I asked and she glanced her gaze up saying, “Belly button is next but I cant see it because of that thing!” she sighed pointing to my erect penis, I looked down and suggested that for educational purposes she would have to move the offending penis out of the way, she agreed saying it was for educational purposes and moved to the edge of her seat and reached out taking hold of the shaft of my throbbing cock and gently moved it to one side so that she had access to my belly button, she moved closer and again giving me a view down her shirt, it was obvious now that her nipples had now gotten erect, Mmm nice.She inched closer and started to prod my belly button with her finger while still holding my cock with the other hand, she had a gentle and soft touch and when her leant forward to lick my little button I could feel my cock against her face which she moved a little allowing my cock to rub her cheek, oh so close.She made her notes again and then looked directly at my stiff flagpole, “Penis and testicles are next sir, are you sure it’s ok?” she asked softly as she reached to get more drink, I looked down as she straightened up, “Yes Lucy, it’s for the benefit of your education, so of course it’s alright” I replied with a smile.“Awesome sir, thank you” she said as she scooted to the edge of the sofa widening her legs to allow me to step closer, my cock was now within inches of my student. She giggled as she read the instructions and then putting the book down she faced me to survey what was in front of her. I was sure she still had a buzz as it looked like she was struggling to focus and looking down I could not only see down her shirt again at her pretty little bee stings but as her legs were wide her skirt rode up again and I was at the right angle to see her puffy panties.She looked around at my cock and balls from all different angles, giggling as my erect cock twitched,“You got nice hair sir, nice and trimmed just like my mums, I want the same when it grows a bit more” she said softly, I was curious to know how she knew that information however being 2 females who are more like sisters I guess they are quite open about nudity so I guess it wasn’t a big deal until she then went on to tell me how her mum helped her to learn the female anatomy, interesting.I stood there with my arms by my side enjoying the views when Lucy reached forward avcılar escort and cupped my balls, her soft hands sent a quiver right down my spine and she laughed as it made my cock twitch again, as she gently squeezed my balls she took hold of my shaft with her other hand, “WOW sir” she sighed softly as she pulled the skin back exposing the swollen head, I could see her nipples had stiffened as she held and inspected my tackle.“Mmm, you have a wonderful soft touch Lucy” I sighed softly and she looked up at me with half a smile, “Thank you sir, but sir this is for educational purposes sir” she reminded me but it was still a nice feeling that had my cock throbbing, but I acknowledged her statement and told myself off.She held my cock in one hand as she leant forward and started to lick around my balls, her tongue licked and flicked around and it was making my knees shake so I put my hands on her shoulders to steady myself as she attempted to get each testicle into her mouth, her grip on my cock started to drop so she had to keep pushing her hand up the shaft only for it to drop again, my helmet engaging in a slow game of peek-a-boo.I heard her mumble an “Mmm” a few times as she tasted my scrotum and then her tongue moved around to the base of my shaft, my helmet was now wet with precum as she worked her tongue over every inch of the shaft pulling the skin back as her tongue reached the summit, OMG!! As her tongue licked around the tip she looked up at me with a sort of grimace on her face, I was guessing she hadn’t tasted cock before.She pulled back and sat back on the sofa reaching out for her drink which she finished off, “Mmm sir, so good, please can I have some more?” she asked, this girl was very polite.I walked out to refill her glass and get another beer with my erection bouncing around in front of me and on my return Lucy was just running through her answers, I handed her the drink which she took a quick sip and then reached across to put it on the table giving me another good peek at her panties, this time I was convinced they had got damp as her pussy slit was more visible.I stood back in front of her waiting on the next instruction, my cock loosing some strength and was now at half mast, she looked up at it’s glistening head and then up to me, “Buttocks and Anus sir” she said, “That’s the last category sir, could you turn round please sir?” she asked and I was happy to oblige and I felt her hand on the inside of my thigh parting my legs wider, my balls were now hanging between my legs and easily seen from behind.I felt her hands rubbing the cheeks in a circular motion and with each circle her thumbs move slightly inwards until I felt my cheeks being pulled apart which at that point the circular motions slowed right down, they soon stopped altogether as her thumbs held my cheeks apart exposing my dark shaded opening to my man cave.I felt her thumb start to poke and prod the opening and then felt her cold nose press against me simultaneously with her warm tongue flick against my hole, “Eww sir, this is disgusting!” she mumbled as her tongue licked around, “But think of your education Lucy, I am hating it too” I sighed as I felt her hand on my back forcing me to bend, her tongue quickened as she rimmed me even forcing her tongue inside, “Yes sir, I’m sorry sir, its so disgusting!” she said as my cock stiffened fully again. “Eww sir, so sorry sir” she sighed as I felt her thumb push into my now soaked hole, I nearly cum there and then and only god knows how I didn’t.She finally pulled away and I turned around şirinevler escort and saw her licking her lips as she picked up her book to record her answers. While I stood there having been the subject of her anatomy test my thoughts went back to what she had said about her mum helping her with the female anatomy, did she do to her mum what she had just done to me? Out of the blue she let out a big laugh as she reached across for her drink and I was convinced her panties were getting wetter, her pussy slit was now totally visible as her panties became transparent.She straightened back up and looked at her book, “You are not going to believe the last bit sir, its ridiculous” she said giggling, I looked down, “What does it say?” I asked so she continued..“Did the subject get an erection?, yes” she said with a giggle, “Did the subject ejaculate?, No, how am I supposed to know that?, She asked,“Did student taste the semen? If so describe the taste, Eww sir that is disgusting sir, how am I supposed to do that? She asked reaching out to get her drink again and I had to reach out to help her back up, the smoke maybe losing its kick but the juice is certainly helping.I had to help out, “Ok Lucy, ejaculation is when liquid comes out the tip of the penis and if you have to taste it then maybe I can suggest you sucking out the liquid” I said with a concerned voice.She looked at my stiff cock in front of her face obviously considering her options, “But sir, it’s disgusting but for the benefit of my education I guess I will have to do it” she sighed as she scooted to the edge of the sofa widening her legs so that I could get between.She looked down at the glistening tip and reaching out took hold of the shaft pulling the skin right back forcing a droplet of precum to escape, “Eww sir, that’s disgusting!” she sighed as her head bowed and I felt her lips wrap around the helmet and saw her cheeks concave as she tried to suck out the liquid.Her hands reached around and grabbed my cheeks pulling me closer which forced my cock further into her mouth and I very soon felt the tightness of her throat, her tongue flicking around the shaft as her head started to slowly bob up and down, OMG I gripped her shoulders to steady myself as my knees where shaking as she worshipped my cock like a true professional, I was convinced this was not the first cock she had sucked.I felt her fingers probing between my cheeks as she upped the pace and with my thrusting we had a good rhythm going. I couldn’t help but moan but had to keep reminding myself that this was for educational purposes only, something that Lucy was well aware of.Just as she tried to force a finger into my arse I knew I was close and as her finger slipped up into my wet hole I felt my balls tighten, “OMG” I cried out so Lucy knew I was about to supply the liquid for her to complete her test, she slowed down but continued to suck bracing herself for a flood of semen.As my cock started to pulsate I could see her face grimace as the first spurt hit the back of her throat, she grimaced again as she quickly swallowed my first load, she looked up at me as her lips gripped the shaft and I could see the horror on her face as the second spurt hit, again she grimaced as she swallowed my creamy cum.I was done but she then sucked every last drop before running her tongue around the helmet ensuring every drop was accounted for, “Eww sir, that was disgusting but at least I completed the test, mum will be pleased” she said as she pulled away picking up her book to complete the test. Wait a minute, ‘mum will be pleased?’ I had to question this.Lucy explained that her mum helps with certain subjects and likes to check my answers before submitting to school which seemed like a logical explanation.Before Lucy left we agreed that I would help her anytime she needed it, she asked me if it was ok for mum to come for coffee again tomorrow and I told her it was, Happy days.To Be Continued…….

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Follow-up to Bi meetingAs I wrote earlier wife and I had some great anal sex but when I fuck her ass I always think of a guy. She doesn’t know and I would never tell her. Because of the Coronavirus and everyone being quarantined it seems that you just have to get out of the house. Originally we were going to meet on Monday but we had to change it to Wednesday because of conflicts in scheduling. His wife is considered essential personnel and my wife works part time and her job is also considered essential. We decided to meet at his house so around 1pm I went to the house and as I entered we started chatting. We didn’t have lots of time only about 2 1/2 hours but that’s enough. We went to his red room (man cave) and I immediately stripped naked. I had shave my istanbul escort crotch that morning so I was smooth. I was semi hard and he also got naked. We walked around with semi hardons drinking a Diet Coke, and then I was sitting down and he came over and began kissing me. I loved it and was so horny I didn’t want to ejaculate prematurely Suddenly he went down on me and started sucking my cock telling me he missed this and was so lonely. I told him about fucking my wife in the ass thinking about him this past weekend. We weren’t sure who was going to do what, so im5old him I really wanted to be fucked in the ass as I needed it. We agreed and he went got some KY Jel and I was on my knees waiting avcılar escort for him. We knew we didn’t have lots of time but we were both going to cum. He has a 4 1/2 “ cock which is a nice size for me. It’s a little thick, it’s short but chubby. Like a good cigar?. He put some lube on my hole and then started kissing my back and neck. He reached around and started playing with my cock which now thanks to Viagra was hard and had some precum oozing out. Suddenly I felt his hard cock rubbing along my ass crack and then gently entering my hole. We wanted to take our time but realized our time was limited. He was kissing the base of my neck which is an erogenous zone for me as my wife and anyone I have been with knows. He was fucking şirinevler escort me gently, stroking my cock and balls, and I could feel him hitting my prostate and I was in heaven. After about 20 minutes he was almost there as I could feel him. I begged him to cum in me and I would cum from just his stroking. I put my hand on his timing his stroking of my cock and he whispered he was going to dum, just the. He did a few quick jabs and I knew he was cumming and just then I shot my cum in his hand and we both came down from our sexual high and I could feel his slipping out of me as he was getting soft. We grabbed our towels and laid down on the floor and hugged and kissed some more. We realized that this is the best way to end the Coronavirus blues. We got up, I had to go home and clean up and hugged him and gave him a big kiss and said we’ll keep in touch and hope this ends soon. I put my clothes on with cum leaking out my ass and went home to shower. Hope you enjoy reading this. From Philly and look8ng for another friend to play with. Must be married early 60’s or late 50’s.

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