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I am in the first person this time – wanted to feel the pussy juices seeping out while I ooze my experiences and this tale is a very erotic one – one of my best in the various fucks over the period of my sexually active life.

I must have been 27 years that time and married to Sridhar for over 2 years now and remember the marriage day at his village Villupuram Tamil Nadu – his was a large family and there were 4 Uncles and 3 Aunts – and the Family elder was a 62 year old Shivnarayan known as Shivu – he was a bachelor by choice and had not married for reasons known to him and some in the family and after lot of coaxing in one of my whorish bouts – Sridhar confessed to a betrayal when Shivu was 19 – the woman to whom he was betrothed eloped with someone else and that was enough for Shivu to take it upon himself a different profile – and was known as an extremely amorous man who did not leave any damsel in the vicinity. He fucked women with ease and at will – and women fell in his lap with complete cooperation and nil inhibition.

I saw him on the marriage day –he conducted himself as the Family head and blessed them and at one occasion where he had to hold the hands of the couple – his fingers crept up on my wrist and the sensation reached her anal and cunt – flooding her with secretions inside the heavy silk dress I was wearing on the occasion of marriage. I was a glowing well fucked 24 year old in the wedding had been brought up mostly in urban places including a stay in Mumbai (India) and at 5 feet 6 inches, dusky fair in colour, extremely sexy looks moist face with good facials and sensuality oozing from every pore of my countenance, men and women alike imagined me in their sexual embraces 24/7. My vitals are 33-28-34.

So coming back to this episode – we all in the family including Chitra and my mother Geeta along with Sridhar were on our way to Villupuram for a family wedding – Sridhar’s cousin Smita was getting married and after that there were quite a few functions adjacent to this marriage and we were all going to be in the village for a month or more – it was an unusual situation for me – I had not had sex for quite a while now – all my paramours were traveling and it was quite a while since I had acquired new admirers though at the Bank there were a aream of mn wanting to go beneath my salwar and panty – but my strict principle deterred any liasions with men at work though there was one possibility – a customer who had been eyeing me a while now , rich man at 45 years and could be a possible money spinner, had to explore and close on him but for now there had been no sex since 45 days now and Sridhar was a non-exclusive member of this group , he had no urge to fuck me and that was important for any relationship when it came to calisthenics in bed with me – the man had to be interested in me and as I have shared getting interested in me is instant because my persona is a sexual paradigm which a man or a bisexual woman will find it hard to refuse.

One of Sridhar’s uncles was in charge of marriage arrangements and he was having a medium size room all for himself where all the materials of marriage was stored and he has a bed there where he used to sleep during night. Sridhar asked him whether he could sleep in his room for that night and he agreed for that. I slept in the room meant for the women and it was an eerie but exciting feeling – had not met Shivu yet and was told he had been to the neighboring village and would be back in the morning next day, the other uncles of Sridhar were like him – did not seem to have made much contribution to the progeny they claimed as ‘fathered’ – indeed started to believe that the other sons and daughters including Sridhar himself was a byproduct of Shivu – women would have loved to cozy in his bed and immediately went to bed and sleep with the virile man. It was rumored he had fathered at least 40-50 off-springs in the Village and quite a few in his own family. He was so amorous that some of his own aunts used to him to get their daughters and daughters in laws impregnated.

I thought in mind that me and my father-in-law’s brother Shivu have got same fate. Things went on by time, I started taking care of some formalities completely and even looking at the catering and managing the resource planning and also helping my mother-in-law. I had suddenly became a responsible woman, and started doing everything out here at my in-laws place though seriously loathed the bastard husband Sridhar – I pitied him for having to own a beautiful piece look me but not have the tool to drill the sculpture – have one of the finest green fields but not have the energy to plough the fields.

The next morning while coming out of the toilet – at a distance in the foreground of the main lawn in the vast expanse of the cottage – noticed some men and standing tall was my ‘target cock’ – Shivu – I had made up mind to fuck him though had seen him just once some 2 years ago and even that melee could not trace him out but could feel canlı bahis him and there I saw him in a Tamil attire – nice angavastra and a silk lungi and my pussy leaks – dirty pussy and dirty ass – was not clean since 27 hours now and I started having crush on my father-in-law’s brother and slowly started having a womanly love for him.

I started feeling happy for my cunt which would be pounded soon by this 60 + man who was believed to possess libido and virility of a 18 year old, being close to him out here and helping the family with their family wedding and sadly Sridhar was missing, he was in Srilanka on an official mission and had deputed us, though I was happy for his condition.

We met and the eye contact was searing and shearing – it went beyond cordiality and I could see the lust in his eyes for me – he crossed me while I was at the porch and soon went inside the cottage with the other men – but his eyes told his intent loud and clear and made me shiver in the hot weather of summer down south in Tamil Nadu. Soon it was nreakfast time and all women were to assemble and serve the men – which included the senior and elders who ate in a dining chamber meant only for the elite’ – and by design or by desired planning the job of serving that area of dining chambers was given to me and another woman by the name Sneha. Both of us went and there were 5 men – I could recognize Raghavan Sridhar’s father, Shivu and there were 3 more who weren’t from the Family and most likely were the partners or village elders and were important for this event.

While serving the food – all eyes were pretty focused amongst them and animated discussion between the folks did not look out of the ordinary but at some point or the other noticed Raghavan signal to a man in the side of his to Sneha – and she looked at that man with awe and intent and Shivu noticed it and was pretty cut up with Raghavan for all those lascivious glances, something told me that Shivu had special attention reserved for Sneha and it became apparent when his left hand was behind her back kneading the buttock when went around to his side for serving him food – I could easily make out her age to be not to be more than 19 years – and she must be college going – the others noticed the touch and feel and as it was going on – came to know that the man who was sitting next to Raghavan was Ayappan – Sneha’s uncle – mother’s brother and both the mother and Sneha had been bred by Shivu – and Raghavan was also involved in some of the bouts though not as virile or active or strong in bed – as Shivu.

During Sambhar serving and payasam provisioning – noticed some streaks on his moustache and he called me over and asked me to wipe it with the tissue and while I tried doing it – my hands trembled and he held them firmly and sensually – he was sending me the right signals and Raghavan was quick to disapprove, he did not want his daughter in law to be consumed by the Rasputin in the Village but as I said fate is not in the hands of the observers , it is between the two who connect and the fire on both the sides – Shivu and me was equally strong.

Later in the day I noticed Sneha cross over to the cattle barn and disappear and soon from a distance noticed Shivu going in the same direction – could not hold myself and went after them and the door was ajar – as if they really did not care if some would voyeur around – that was brazen and open shameless depiction of copulation which I was about to witness – and something told me – it was planned keeping in mind my watching it which became obvious.

Shivu pulled the young lass down with him into the tall willowy grass of the sand dune. He’d carried her far enough away so that he knew they would not be disturbed, and the fact that she had come with him made him know that he could do what he wanted with her and not that he hadn’t really known that all along and there were few women who cared to resist him for one reason or another, and the reason was usually that he knew just how to get to them.

He’d been watching this one ever since she came to the house. She was his sister-in-law Ratna’s personal lass and she was not more than 19, dark haired and freckle-faced. What a little beauty. He’d gotten her out of the house in her full lass’s regalia, that ridiculous gray and white saree with the ruffled blouse in front just like some old fashioned Tamil lass going on. Shivu pushed himself down over the faintly struggling woman’s body and kissed first the nape of her neck, and then started pulling away the top of her uniform. It was easy enough to pull the zipper down and to spread the front of it so that he could touch and kiss her pale freckled shoulder. She giggled and protested, but his hands sought out the small round orbs of her breasts, beneath the prim little brassiere that she wore. Christ, he hadn’t been with a woman who wore a brassiere in so long, it felt positively wicked! Suddenly, he knelt up and pulled her up to her knees in front of him.

“Beautiful!” he bahis siteleri cried, “you’re exquisite!”

“Sssss Uncle … Oh … please …!” The lass, Sneha, was blushing and looking down into the thatched bed before them. She wanted to run away, but yet she knew she couldn’t. At the same time, she felt flattered that Shivu Pillai had been paying all this attention to her. For the past two weeks now he had been whispering compliments into her ear whenever he saw he about the house, and now today what with everyone gone and the others either resting in the blockade of rooms reserved for the wedding or gone to town themselves for the sight- seeing on the day, and the wives of his brothers all the Ms. Pillai up in their room, he’d found her and taken her out to walk on the barn.

Sneha thought about the letter she’d been writing to her boyfriend in the Army and when he returned they would be married. How wonderful that she had not gotten pregnant in spite of having given into him the night before his departure for Mizoram. She was not pregnant and no one would know of the evil thing she had done. It had, after all, been very quick, and she’d scarcely felt a thing, except the initial pain and then a few quick thrusts and she’d waited and then Jose told her that it was over. Shivu Pillai had told her she could finish writing the letter later that a beautiful day like today wouldn’t wait for them to enjoy it, and now here she was.

He was so strong … so good looking and his fingers seemed to burn her skin wherever he touched her. He was like a young god kneeling before her, and she felt unaccountably lowly and ashamed in his presence. She also felt strength of emotion at his insistent nearness, his touching and his kissing that she could not remember ever feeling with her boyfriend, Johnny. She felt herself beginning to tremble even though the sun was very warm as Shivu began to peel away her uniform. Bit by bit it was being taken off of her there in broad daylight and even though there was no one about for miles she seemed to feel eyes on her. Everyone would see her, know what she had done. But she remained limp unable to understand why she did not stop the young master of the house. He was famous … they were all famous and they brought all those wonderful people she had only seen in magazines to the house, and now she was here alone with him, and he wanted to be with her!

Shivu’s hands smoothed downward pushing her saree down along her torso until it rode around the young woman’s full rounded hips. Then he pulled it all the way down treating his eyes to her blushing beauty, her almost schoolwoman attitude as her semi-nakedness was revealed bit by bit to his lusting eyes. Soon she was wearing nothing but stockings and panties and her high heeled pumps. Her dark curly hair blew in the wind as ashamed and the young woman avoided his stare. The soft nakedly trembling protrusion of her breasts now freed from the enclosing fabric of her cotton brassiere seemed to be just waiting for Shivu’s lips to take the brown nipples in like ripe berries that he would suck for a long while.

Shivu ran his hands up the length of Sneha’s calves, letting the thin skin of her nylon stockings sing beneath his fingers until he touched the nakedness of her fully rounded thins and then her panties and then her small waist. He hooked his thumbs in at the top of her panties and pulled them down exposing a gently rounded belly with deeply inset navel and then as he continued rolling the nylon material, the dark twining curls of the daughter of his partner woman’s pussy hair became evident.

“Ah!” Shivu cried, feeling his hunger for the woman mounting by the second. Sneha squirmed and began to whimper.

“No … no … oh, pleassseee don’t, Mr. Pillai!”

But they both knew that it was too late for that sort of thing and she did not protest as he slid down both her panties and stockings which were attached together by snaps. Sneha felt cold now that she was naked and she felt her entire body begin to quake. Shivu had replaced her high heels upon her naked feet and she felt utterly strange … dreamlike, sitting there in the sand with him like that. She felt it couldn’t be really happening to her, and yet she knew it was, and Shivu Pillai was undressing in front of her, moving with an urgency that frightened her. His hard and muscular body stood tensed and naked before her within seconds and she found herself staring at the hard-up-thrusting weapon of his penis. It was long and fiercely red, the bloated tip fully emerged from the thick foreskin as the sturdy vein covered shaft bobbed expectantly before her. The young woman uttered a cry, her eyes big as saucers as she stared mesmerized at the lewd sight of her employer’s masculinity.

Like it?” Shivu inquired, his voice thick with lust as he moved toward her.

Sneha began to mindlessly shake her head from side to side as Shivu bent over her. Underneath her bare back she could feel the shifting sand grinding into her bahis firmaları sensitive skin. She was so frightened that she felt frozen to the spot. How had she ever gotten herself into this? But then his chest was pressing against her nakedly quivering breasts and pushing against her so hard that she was pressed deeper and deeper into the thatched dried graa and all lucid thoughts were being erased from her mind. This familiar man … one of the brothers of the Pillai family was really a total stranger to her. She had never once dared to think of him like this, flushed with desire, naked … his nakedness touching her, pushing against her! His mouth crushed against her parted lips, and she had one last thought of her boyfriend, off fighting in the war … somewhere in danger at the very moment perhaps while she … Shivu’s tongue entered her mouth and suddenly she swallowed it hungrily, feeling excitement building inside her shivering body.

The 62 year old scion of the Pillai family was breathing hot moist air all over her and then all his weight was on her and Sneha knew that within moments she would be penetrated by that fearsome looking instrument she had seen between his legs. When she had been with Jose that one night she hadn’t even seen him … he’d spared her that! But now, she knew, in fact she could already feel its hardness against one of her thighs. Would it ever fit inside her? “Oh, lord, does he think,” as she wondered, “that I’m some experienced whore?”

His heavy legs were pressing against hers now and he shifted upward letting the fiery pole of his desire-hardened cock pulse against her flat brown belly. “I … I’ve only done it once before!!” she blurted out suddenly, and she was startled by his response. At first he looked surprised and then he flung his head back and laughed a few short peals of laughter that made a coughing sound in his throat. Brusquely, he stopped, and his face mirroring his lewd intentions, Shivu Pillai whispered to the girl, “There’s always a second time. You’ll like it … you’ll see!”

With one sudden movement, Sneha’s legs were being parted by his leg and the rubbery head of Shivu’s pulsating cock was sliding inside the narrow cleft of her dark-haired pussy.

“OH!” It moved up and down and back and forth slowly within the moist confines of the young girl’s seeping cunt until Sneha heard herself moan and call out his name. “Ooooh … mmmisss …mister Pillai!” she cried, and the old lawyer in his conceit did not bother to tell her to call him by his first name. It simply wasn’t necessary.

Sneha’s unprotected secret passage began to sense what it could be like to feel that burning, sliding cock rising inside her soft almost unused vagina. She wanted it as she realized with a certainty that alarmed her. She had finally truly come to the bad end her mother had long ago predicted for her when she was caught up in the attic playing doctor with the neighbor’s son. Yes … she wanted it and in spite of all her upbringing and going to temple every Thursday and Jose off fighting in the North east. She wanted him so badly that she felt she would scream for him to hurry any moment and his hands were moving, working steadily at her soft naked breasts and they felt raw and swollen. That was all that seemed to exist of her now … her stinging yearning breasts and the moist pussy that accepted the blunt tip of her employer’s swollen cock as it rubbed obscenely against her tiny hair-lined slit, creating an unbearably increasing friction.

“OH OH OH OH OH OH OH!” she chanted, squirming down into the shifting blades of the fry grass bed. She started pushing her hips up higher and higher, trying to get a release from the torment he was creating inside her, but Shivu’s lust-hardened cock continued to tease the young teenage maid’s tormented hair-fringed pussy until wildly, she began to claw at his naked back.

“Oh … please … I can’t stand it … I can’t stand it!” she cried in a raspy voice that made Shivu’s hair stand on end. He was sweating profusely and every muscle in his eager lean body was tensed toward the moment that was to come. The thick rubbery head of his desire-bloated penis stopped its incessant rubbing between Sneha’s soft fleshy cunt lips and slid down, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her wide-spread seeping vagina. Hastily, his hands went underneath her legs drawing them up so that they splayed outward and nestled for comfort upon his back, her high heels digging for support.

“You SLUT!” he exclaimed. “There was really nothing better on earth than cunt!” he thought, as he let his swollen penis part the sparse black pubic hairs and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded the small pussy opening, burrowing, sliding, and at last finding just the right central place. His muscles started jerking involuntarily as he began to push and push hard against her, feeling the softness of her down there opening up, giving against his driving hardness, the petal-like lips parting as the little hair-fringed mouth between her pale open thighs gave way unwillingly in one sudden thrust. Shivu rammed halfway up inside the trembling, almost virgin passage of the young woman’s wide-held cunt.

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Ellis let out a long, ragged breath.

As she fiddled around with the pipe under the small bathroom sink, she did her best to focus on why she was in this man’s apartment. A task that was proving difficult as the shower ran just around the corner with one of the hottest men in her apartment complex inside. Her eyes took their time moving around from the entrance of said shower to the toolbox to grab a wrench wistfully hoping to catch even a glimpse of the man inside.

With another long sigh, she shook from her devious thoughts.

“I’m a goddamn professional.”

Her uniform had become restricting as her panties were soaked through and uncomfortable.

The first time she’d seen him, she was replacing the light fixtures in the apartment. He’d come by a day earlier to ask about the freight elevator usage. Wearing a perfectly tailored suit. Ellis licked her lips at the thought of seeing a peak at what was underneath his finely clothed exterior. 2B was sure to have her taking stock in batteries.

Now, he was naked not ten feet away from her.

She bit her lip and ran the mantra through her head once more.

She was a professional.

Ellis never considered herself to be a lustful woman, but there were times, such as this, when nothing could stop her body from reacting. Every time they had any interaction, every part of her tingled wondering what it’d feel like to be touched by him. Kissed. Rubbed. Fucked.

She shuddered.

Putting herself out there wasn’t usually an issue. Even if she was turned down, Ellis could always bounce back. But this chiseled specimen was a tenant in her building. There was no running away if she made a fool of herself. She’d have to see him every day until she either quit, or he moved; neither of which was likely. She wondered briefly if it would have been easier had she looked like one of the waiflike women he traipsed through his place most evenings, but shrugged it off. Ellis easily stood at a statuesque 5’9″ with thick thighs and ample curves. She could break those twig-like bitches in half with ease. Hell, if he let her, she would have no problem breaking him off something too.

A sly smile formed at her last thought. With another brief glance, she went back underneath the sink to finish tightening the new pipe.

Her jaw nearly hit the floor when he opened the door in a towel. He’d only called five minutes before complaining of leaking water. Whenever he had a problem before, which wasn’t often, he was usually on his way out, or holed up in his office.

Not today.

The moment the door opened and she caught sight of his chiseled abs and low slung towel, decadent thoughts about 2B hadn’t stopped since.

If she kept it up, the likelihood of her doing something idiotic was imminent.

“You had a wet spot?” she choked out.

He smiled. His dimples were deep set as he smiled at her.

“Yeah, in the bathroom. I was about to take a shower when I stepped in a puddle on the floor. I wanted to get to it before it leaked down to the neighbors.”

Ellis squinted trying to keep herself from looking him up and down.

“I’ll be happy to clean that for you.” Her voice was a squeak.

She moved towards him, but stopped when he only moved to the side.

Ellis looked down at his feet before doing her best to side step him. She sucked in a breath trying to keep her breasts from grazing across his chest. Silently, she thanked the heavens her nipples hadn’t decided to present themselves at that point, or it would have been a done deal.

She was a professional, canlı bahis after all.

The sound of the shower turning off caused Ellis’s throat to dry. A clear vision of her licking the fresh droplets of water from his chest tasting only his freshly washed tanned skin and whatever he used to clean that delicious body. Her tongue sliding down his chest planting soft kisses every so often. Taking him by the hand, pushing him back on the bed while her lips travelled further south to his hardened cock. Her eager mouth taking his length in tortuously slow, hearing him groan in pleasure.

Ellis’s toes curled in her boots as she hurried to finish the last of the tightening under the sink.

She needed to get out of there.

“I didn’t know you were still here.”

As if her thoughts had been on full display, her head shot up towards his voice. Unfortunately, there was the fact that she was under the sink and there was not a lot of room to move. The pain was nearly blinding as her forehead came in contact with the metal pipe.

“Suck my ass!” she screamed out immediately reaching up to her head.

This was why she should have just hurried up and left. Now her head was in unbearable pain and she’d screamed out something she was sure she would regret later.

“That’s one I’ve never heard before.”

There was a hint of laughter in his voice, but he was definitely closer kneeling down to where she was.

“Come on out of there and let’s take a look at that.”

His hands were strong on her shoulders making her feel like a plate of jelly. She didn’t dare open her eyes for fear of melting completely at the sight of his freshly cleaned skin. Being this close, she wouldn’t be able to hide her devious thoughts from him.

“Alright, let’s take those hands away and see the damage.”

His comforting words and gentle touch as he coerced her hands from her face helped the pain to subside, but the urge to take him was more prevalent than ever. Even at the sight of blood, her thoughts were far from pure.

“Looks like you got yourself pretty good there. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

She smiled. “I’ve done worse.”

He moved to help her to her feet. Ellis didn’t think of herself as a light woman. The fact that he seemed to be able to take on her weight with little to no effort made her wonder if she’d really be able to break him like she originally thought.

They moved towards the kitchen table where he had her sit in a chair. He then left for a moment before returning with peroxide, gauze and band-aides.

“It’s not that bad is it?” she asked looking down at the first aid.

His smile was wide this time, his strong jaw showing off two deep dimples.

Green eyes connected with brown for a moment before he looked up at her forehead.

“Better safe than sorry I suppose. I don’t want to leave a scar on such a beautiful face.”

Ellis gulped at the words. Did he really think she was beautiful? Had she been wrong about him and his predilection towards tiny brunettes? Maybe getting a little banged up would be worth finding out.

His hands worked expertly tending to her wounds. Ellis did her best not to lean into his touch. Even when he seemed to brush his fingers across her cheek.

The air seemed to grow heavy around them in the silence. Ellis’s arousal was now an unbearable ache. While he worked over her, she had a chance to check him out closely for the first time. He was even more handsome up close. Everything was in the perfect place from his cheekbones, to his neck, broad shoulders, chest…

Ellis’s bahis siteleri mouth began to water.

Was there really a bulge in the front of his pants?

She closed her eyes for a moment and looked again. Her previous thoughts about her mouth on him coming to the forefront of her consciousness. 2B stood up straight allowing her a much clearer view of his appreciation of his work..

“It’s safe to say you’ll still be as beautiful as ever.” His voice seemed thicker. Ellis glanced up to see him gulp as though his thoughts may have mirrored her own.

She stood immediately looking everywhere else but his face.

“Thank you.” Her voice was quiet, almost breathy.

Only a few centimeters kept her nipples from brushing across his chest. Her pussy throbbed at the heat that radiated between the two of them.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” His hands moved behind her head taking out her ponytail. They then moved through her head massaging her scalp. “There aren’t any other bumps or cuts are there?”

All higher brain function ceased at the feel of his hands on her. Instinctively, her eyelids fell heavy while her back arched into him.

“I wouldn’t want to let you leave without a thorough check.”

His lips brushed lightly against her cheek as he spoke. Her knees nearly buckled at the feel of his groin pressing into her just below her belly button.

One of his hands moved slowly down her neck towards her shoulder. His fingers moved purposely until they found the zipper of her coveralls. Simultaneously, he moved in to brush his lips across hers while his hand slid inside her shirt kneading her breast. A small whimper escaped her lips as the kiss became more fervent. Ellis was stunned. She couldn’t believe he was making the moves on her after all this time.

She forced herself out of the dull haze and wrapped her arms around his waist pulling his body flush against hers; the full hardness of his shaft pressing into her causing her to gush even more. The hand that was in her coveralls moved around to her ass grinding her into him seeking more contact.

“So beautiful.” He breathed placing kisses down her neck.

He’d removed the top half of her coveralls and was slowly moving down to explore more of her body. Ellis couldn’t believe how wrong she was about him. He was very take charge and quite sure of himself. His hands knew their way around a woman with an assurance that she trouble finding in previous partners.

2B was much more than she could have ever asked for. The surprises continued when he yanked down her suit the rest of the way exposing her lace boy short panties.

“Very sexy.”

Ellis watched him take her in. His touch was driving her insane. She wanted him to bury his cock into her, but he seemed intent on getting to know her body. Her soft panting and mews didn’t make him move any faster. Trying not to sound completely needy, she asked, “Can we take this to your room?”

Her words didn’t even faze him. Instead, he helped her out of her clothing and then slowly came up to her face. His kiss was forceful and long before his hands swooped down to her thighs and pulled her up causing Ellis to yelp.

“With pleasure.”

They moved towards the back while he continued to place sloppy kisses all over her considerable breasts. The fact that this man could carry her and be sexy about it had her nearly ready to come all over him. 2B had the kind of strength she’d only read about in trashy romance novels.

His movements were graceful as he laid her out on the bed. She watched with canlı bahis siteleri hungry eyes while he undressed himself exposing tightly coiled muscles, lean hips, and a nicely trimmed treasure trail over a rather impressive looking cock that stood at attention. Ellis wanted to wrap her hands around the base and take him in, but he moved down her body nuzzling her center teasing her clit with his teeth. Ellis gripped the blanket underneath her in disbelief that this man was about to bring her to orgasm with so little foreplay. Her cries were building along with a sheen of sweat on her face, chest and arms. Her tenant, the one she’d fantasized about for months, was going to bring her to places of ecstasy she’d only previously dreamed about.

With one well-placed nip on her clit, she was taken over the edge.

Ellis did her best to muffle her screams, but he pulled her arm away.

“Let me hear you.” He ordered.

Their eyes stayed on each other as he slid into her awaiting channel that practically pulled him in.

The grunt from him was a thrilling sort of satisfaction for Ellis. It told her that he wasn’t as in control as he pretended to be. Feeling a little naughty, she started by undulating her hips riding him from underneath.

“Fuck.” He whispered into her ear. He pulled up with a smirk. One hand moved down to grab a handful of her ass while the other kept his balance over her. Ellis sucked in a sharp breath feeling his cock drive deeper into her body. She sucked in a sharp breath as he moved her up on the bed getting on his knees angling her higher for better control. Ellis would have argued had the angle of his thrusts not been rubbing right onto her g-spot causing another orgasm to begin deep within her core.

“Had no idea… feel like this.” He panted out gripping her thighs tighter. He began to thrust faster causing both of their orgasms build higher. Of all the fantasies she’d had about him, none of them involved him taking her to these heights. Ellis loved her control, but she’d have to rethink that if there was to be a repeat performance.

“Ellis, sweetheart, can you…?”

She was close but he was closer. Through everything, a wave of tenderness hit her that he would worry so much about her coming. He wasn’t what she thought he was. “Yeah, close. Close.” Her hand moved down to her clit and began to rub furiously. That last bit of will shattered over her body clenching on to him until he followed suit claiming his own orgasm with a strung out groan. Her entire body was awash with satisfaction, she looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was struggling not to fall on top of her. Ellis had to stifle a chuckle. She could only imagine the reason he was doing so was because he was used to smaller women.

“You can lay on me. I won’t break.”

His eyes shot open. A lazy smile crossed his lips before he came down between her ample breasts. “No, I don’t imagine you will.”

***

The walk down to her apartment was surreal. Ellis wondered if people could tell she’d just been properly fucked for the first time in she couldn’t remember how long. The endless smile on her face didn’t help her case any, so she opted for looking down. She’d barely closed the door to her own apartment when her work phone began to ring.

“Maintenance.” She answered hoping it wasn’t an emergency.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but its apartment 2B again.”

Ellis licked her lips.

“What seems to be the problem?” she asked almost serenading him with her voice.

“I believe there’s something wrong with my shower.”

Her smile was bigger than ever. “Oh yeah, what seems to be wrong with it?”

There was a slight pause on the other end. “You’re not in it.”

The familiar clench of her pussy returned. “I’ll be right up to fix that for you.”

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I met Sophie when we were both 20 through some mutual friends and pretty much knew straight away that we had a connection – and her smoking hot body didn’t put me off. We started going out about 3 days later and spent a lot of time together – but I realised equally quickly that I had a problem. Sophie had been brought up as a strict believer and didn’t entertain the idea of pre-marital sex. The more time I spent around her, the more I wanted to take our relationship to the next level. Everytime we went out she’d dress to impress, tight tops clinging to her large breasts, figure hugging low cut jeans that gave the occasional glimpse of her thong’s whale-tail making me swell every time. I knew she wanted more but her beliefs were getting in the way – and although I was suffering from a serious case of sexual frustration the prospect of undressing and caressing and breaking in an untouched virgin was just irresistible. I gave myself 6 months to take her cherry….

I started gently – we’d go out and catch a film or watch a video and during/afterwards we’d make out. We both lived with housemates but generally we had plenty of alone time. A month of kissing and cuddling and spending time together, feeling her firm breasts against my chest, trying to imagine what they would feel like in my hands. Occasionally seeing her bullet hard nipples through her blouse and wondering what they would taste like between my lips – I was finding it hard to focus on anything but her cherry. Slowly I moved up a gear allowing my hands to rest on her shapely ass as we kissed – expecting all the time to get a rejection. In the middle of the second month we were snogging after a movie – about to go back to our respective houses when I slid my hands down to her ass, planning on gently squeezing when my thumb caught in her waistband. As my thumb slipped inside her jeans I felt the string of her thong. Having been starved of any action the effect was electric – my cock stiffened so quick that I couldn’t prevent Sophie from noticing.

The next time we went out and got to the same stage – lots of french kissing I moved my hands down her back, slowly ever so slowly I slipped my fingertips inside her jeans, again feeling the string of her thong, then moving past to caress her soft smooth ass cheek. She broke off the kiss so I swiftly retreated fearing I’d gone too far. Sophie didn’t say much – but moved back for a kiss and cautiously moved my hands down her back. I paused at her waistband and was pleased when she used her hand to guide my hand back inside her ankara escort jeans. I felt we were making progress and my cock itched with anticipation.

By three months I had free range of her ass, groping and squeezing as we made out. I made my next move, moving my hands round her sides and upwards, just brushing against the underside of her full tits. She didn’t resist as every night I moved a little further up, brushing my hands right over her chest until daring to pause with my hand over her left breast feeling her chest rise and fall as she breathed. Sophie didn’t object to making out whilst one hand squeezed an arse cheek and one hand squeezed her 32E boob through her blouse.

It was a stroke of luck that my housemate had some friends round – although initially i thought I was going to miss out – as Sophie suggested we went to my room. We sat together on the floor watching tv (the bed was a step too far) after a while I suggested she sat in front and leaned back against me, my hands naturally going over her shoulders and resting comfortably on both her breasts. I was gently massaging and squeezing, tracing my fingers round the contours of her bra when silently she took my hand and slipped it inside her blouse. A little while later she again took my hand a guided it down the top of her bra – her boobs were big and heavy and her bra well fitted so it was a little difficult to fit my hand inside as well – but I managed! Slipping inside i felt for her nipple which responded to my fingertips. Within moments it was rock hard and I concentrated on gently circling and tweaking, feeling Sophie’s breathing quicken and respond to my actions.

I was 1 month away from my deadline and thankfully things were progressing faster – after our dates now we always went back to private bedrooms and made out on the bed, lying next to each other then on top of each other – gently dry humping each other progressing to grinding intensely. We never talked about the increasingly sexual nature of our relationship but at about 5 1/2 months we were lying on my bed facing each other, kissing with my hands now under her Tee squeezing her mounds when she guided my hands round to her back. I didn’t catch on to what she wanted, so she reached round and un-fastened her bra clasp. I was happily stunned but wasted no time in pushing her bra upwards and taking her glorious melons in my hands – for the first time properly feeling them, feeling her nipples harden and stand proud of the soft flesh. Not waiting for any encouragement I pushed her T-shirt up above ankara escort bayan her tits and for the first time saw the pale skin of her boobs with the girly pink nipples standing hard in the cooler air. I could not stop myself telling Sophie the truth – that she had the most magnificent pair of breasts I’d ever seen. She blushed as I slipped down the bed so my face was level with her rack – immediately taking first her right then left nipple into my mouth and sucking and nibbling. I could not believe that her already erect nipples could get harder but they did – standing ever more proud from the soft flesh of her tit. I stayed latched on for what felt like hours, savouring the sensation of being the first man to ever see, touch and feel Sophie’s magnificently firm, natural tits.

A week later when we went to my room I sat on the bed and Sophie sat in front of me like before wearing a tight breast enhancing t-shirt and a knee length skirt, I waited a polite length of time before slipping my hand under her top and lifting her top over her head then undoing her bra and cupping her tits. We stayed like this for a while, all the time I worked her boobs to keep her nipples hard. We moved, Sophie lying back with me taking position on top gently dry humping, I kissed her starting on the lips, then moving down her neck, shoulders and onto her boobs and nipples, I played until her nipples were maxed out and her breathing deepened before slowly kissing down her stomach and down her clothed body till I got to her bare knees. Then I started kissing up her legs, inching her skirt up as I went, all the time regularly moving a hand to her tit and nipple, keeping them hard. I very slowly kissed up her leg, moving towards her inner thigh heading towards her pussy. I pushed her skirt up the final inch revealing her black thong covering her bushy sex. Without hesitating or giving Sophie a chance to object I kissed her pussy through the damp fabric of the underwear, breathing in the musky scent and hoping for more. After a couple of minutes I could taste her pussy juice soaking into the fabric so I backed off, and reached forward to slip her thong off.

Sophie responded by lifting her ass off the bed and after slipping her underwear off I paused only briefly to admire the darker skin of her pussy before I dived straight back in, unable to concentrate on anything except her pretty pussy. I licked along the length of her cunt and got an immediate response of a low groan and a trickle of juice from between her pussy lips. The taste of escort ankara virgin pussy was irresistible as I licked between her lips up to her clit and back. She responded, her breathing quickening and pushing her mound into my facemore as I concentrated on her clit. I used my tongue to explore her pussy, drinking her sweet juice which was flowing down over her anus and wetting the sheets. Flicking her bud with my tongue, whilst playing with her nipples took Sophie over the edge and into her first ever orgasm. As she came she bucked her hips uncontrollably and pushed the back of my head into her sopping cunt.

Whist her body recovered from her orgasm and without asking I stripped off, revealing for the first time to Sophie my rock hard penis – already oozing pre-cum. I returned to the bed and lifting her knees I spread her legs, opening her virgin pussy lips just a little. Kneeling between her thighs I looked Sophie in the eye and she nodded very slightly before looking down at my throbbing penis and slipping her hand around ny shaft and wanking me inexpertly a couple of times.

I re-positioned so I could rub the head of my cock up and down between her slippery pussy lips, lubricating the swollen tip of my penis in Sophie’s cum. I moved my cock into position, paused a second then slowly pushed into her pussy. Gradually the length of my cock entered her tight tunnel until I reached her un-broken hymen. I felt Sophie tighten which nearly pushed me over the edge, so I gently made small thrusts in and out watching as Sophie’s face relaxed. Then with one sudden powerful thrust I penetrated Sophie’s wet cunny, sinking balls deep and breaking her hymen and finally taking Sophie’s cherry. Her face flashed with pain but just as quickly retuned to gasping pleasure as I built up a steady rythmn. The sensation of being the first to fuck the virgin pussy, knowing how long I’d waited but relieved that Sophie’s cherry would always be mine was the biggest turn on and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

I quickened my pace hearing my balls slap against her arse and feeling her pussy tighten around my cock as she approached another orgasm. Sophie came, again her gentle moaning reaching a peak as the waves of her orgasm pulsed through her body pushing me beyond bursting point. I unloaded a long hot stream of cum inside her which just kept flowing as Sophie experienced being inseminated for the very first time. Having blown my load I pulled out and sat on the end of the bed, Sophie stood up suddenly looking unsure about what had just happened. As I tried to think of something to say I noticed the mixture of my cum and her pussy juice start dripping from her sticky pussy tinged pink with blood. The sight of this made my cock grow again and I decided actions spoke better than words…….

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When Shannon’s mother volunteered to tutor me in English I was trepidations, I mean this woman practically chases me away from her house with a broom if Shannon and I get too close and now she is having me over to help me with school. Now, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the help as my English marks are failing and a free tutor is better than no tutor, it is just the sudden change of heart makes me nervous as to what she is up to.

I ring the bell to her door and only have to wait a short while until the door swings open. Standing in front of me was the woman that every young man in the neighbourhood held secret fantasies of. Her dark hair straightened and long enough to drape over her shoulder, her figure concealed in her loose fitting clothing, but the obvious fact was that she was lithe and athletic.

She leads me inside, walking in front of me and giving me a clear view of her rear swaying with each step in a provocative manner, I had to shake my head to remind myself who I was watching. She leads me to the living room where there is a table laid out and a couple of chairs with a white board set up, obviously all this was for me and I was certain to make her aware that I appreciated all the effort, which of course she downplayed as nothing and accepted the praise.

She talked to me for a while about how things would work, apparently Shannon was going to be at a relatives for the weekend so it would be the two of them for the afternoon, and as for studying, we were going to discover the problems and find a different way of looking at them.

She starts by leaning over the table from the other side to take a look at where I am having difficulties, as she does, I see her shirt open slightly and expose some of her breasts to me, the milky white flesh becomes irresistible and causes me to stare down her blouse while she talks until she finally catches me.

“Are you staring down my shirt?” she asks tartly as she stands up abruptly, her hands finding her hips in that disappointed pose that every young man dreads to see in a woman.

I stutter in response, unable to form words to defend myself, suddenly terrified of the consequences and she speaks again, her voice louder this time, “You were too you little pervert.”

Finally managing to form words I respond in the most apologetic tone I can muster, ” No, no, I would never, I mean not intentionally, I mean-.”

This sparks an even more abrupt reaction as she interrupts me “And why not?” she asks, “Am I not attractive enough for you to ‘check out’?”

Stuttering again and my face flushed red as cherries I stammer around back and forth trying to defend myself only finding that it digs a hole deeper. Eventually she finds some degree of mercy, and stops turning everything I say against me.

Now looking at me with a look of a predator that has been cunning enough to outwit his prey and was now savouring it for the kill she changes the conversation, “OK then you little pervert, since we have established that the only thing you can focus on is attractive women, we are going to play a game, if you answer a question correctly, ankara escort I will get a little more edgy for you, if you get it wrong, less so.” then with a wink she looks at me expectantly.

I nod with hesitance and a hint of eagerness, thinking to myself that all learning should be more like this, forgetting entirely that I am dating her daughter and my better sensitivities all together.

The questions start off relatively easy and each one correctly answered earns me a button undone from her top, each one progressively more risque in how she opens it until her bottom button is all that remains, leaving her bra slightly uncovered and a hint of her breasts showing.

Her questions now become more difficult and a few buttons are done up until I can finally earn them back with a bit of focus and restraint. Getting back to the bottom button I nail the question to get the last button with such confidence she grins at me like she has won something insubstantial but important. Another question and she removes her blouse completely, taking a moment for me to enjoy the sights, propping her breasts up using her shoulders to enhance them.

Her upper figure now visible it becomes obvious that her clothes do her no justice, her toned figure borders on muscular, and her abs flat and inviting at the same time. Her breasts seem massive in comparison to what I expected, appearing to strain against her purple bra eager to be released, heaving up and down with each breath.

“You seem to like what you see, maybe next time you wont judge a book by its cover.” she says with a wink and makes like she is going to continue with the lesson, “OK, bonus question, get it right we will go to the bonus round, get it wrong and we will continue as we are, so for all the marbles, can you tell me what colour are my panties?”

I nearly choke on my breath as she asks the questions and have to concentrate hard to be able to reason out what colour they are. A myriad of colours come to mind, red, black, even white, but eventually I decide that the most likely case is that they match her bra, “Purple?” I ask questioningly.

She looks shocked, then amazed as to how I was able to figure it out. The look on her face looking like some air head who just learned some simple fact that amazed her, the her eyes betray her and it becomes obvious she is faking it as I clue in to what is going on. With that she walks around the table to stand near me and turns my chair to face her. She leans in close and makes a motion with her finger for me to come with her and turns to walk away, watching over her shoulder to make sure I am following her as told.

She leads me down the hallway, her shapely behind the focus of my attention again, especially as she unzips her pants at the side and drops them to the floor, stepping out of them with a glance back and a wink with a mischievous smile. She leads me down to a room at the end of the hall as I resist the urge to do something that would get me in trouble, which turns out to be a large bedroom.

She directs me to a bed in a corner of the room and orders me to lie down. “It ankara escort bayan is time for you oral exam mister, how well you do here determines what happens next, understood?” she queries with a look of distinct seriousness and a sharp tone.

I nod as I lay myself back on the bed and watch as she removes her bra freeing her breasts to the dim light of the room, the light highlighting them in a delightful manner. In my mind I had never seen anything so beautiful and sexy in my life as those, and I become so caught up in them that I don’t notice that as I stared she had dropped her panties to the floor without a care. She walks over to the foot of the bed and crawls towards me looking like some wild cat stalking its prey.

Her impressive breasts caress along my body, making me wish I did not have them on as she places her hands on my shoulders and lifts herself up vertically until her crotch is directly in front of me. My first glance nearly becomes too much for me as my manhood strains against my pants, eager to be freed and join in. The beautifully shaved mound glistened in the dim light inches from my face, her labia split just enough to show her pink tender flesh that seemed to beg to be eaten.

I understood immediately what she wanted and slide myself downwards so she can sit herself perfectly over my face and I can lick her tender flesh with ease. I had heard about this before, even been exceptionally curious to the point of desperate to try. Now right on my face was my first real chance and I was determined to do this perfectly. Applying everything I had read and imagined about it, I set to work.

After a little direction from her I had my tongue twisting and flicking all the right spots for her, occasionally sliding it in and out of her hole to simulate what was becoming obvious as was next. She takes up my hands in hers and caresses her breasts with mine, pressing them in hard and caressing them together in a random sequence. She tells me constantly how much she loves what I am doing and moans about how much she loves what is being done, I just grin and press on in my efforts.

Her climax builds inside of her until it is obvious to even me that she is going to climax, her muscles tightening in pattern as she fights to hold out as long as she can until it all becomes too much and she lets it go with an intense moan that reminded me again that I was in the grips of a predator, a prey to her delights, a victim to her pleasures. Her legs tighten against my head as if to reinforce the point and drive it home that I was hers to do with as she pleases yet still providing me with the special treat of her juices spreading all over my face as she grinds herself onto my face.

As she comes down from her climax she tells me to keep going, saying that I have to do it again to make sure it was not a fluke, and I follow orders like a good little victim. I repeat my earlier attentions to her now dripping wet flesh, this time not needing nearly as much time to push her over the edge. Her scream from this climax pierces the otherwise still and quiet air of this cool afternoon. As the escort ankara sounds dissipate to nothing she falls forward in a heap and musters just enough energy to shift off of my face.

After a short rest she speaks again in a voice with a hint of shakiness “OK so your oral exam is a pass, shall we see how well you can do with the practical side?” sliding herself downwards resting just as her crotch touches the top of my pants, “We will have to take these clothes of yours off for this.”

Lifting herself up by her knees she unbuttons my jeans then waits for me to remove them, I make sure to brush my face against her breasts as I do, followed by my shirt exposing myself completely to her. Now stripped of everything and left naked and exposed to a predator so capable of dominating me I never really had a chance I find myself so turned on that my erection ached and seemed willing to burst out of its skin. Seeming to sense this she lowers her upper body to allow our flesh to merge with each other, her milky white breasts contrasting sharply against my skin, my breathing deep and heavy as I nervously await what is to come next.

She reaches in behind herself and grips my manhood for the first time, winking at me as she gets a measure of my size and leans in to kiss me. Again she out performs me as it is clear she is the better. I try to kiss back but just stumble over my own tongue. Easing herself upright again eases her hips up and over top of it as she stands it up. With a pace that would make a turtle seem like a rabbit and lowers herself to contact it. The warm wetness against my strained flesh overwhelms my senses and my eyes roll back in my head as my body tenses. I fought with every ounce of will I had left to keep myself from climaxing right there. Sensing just that, she takes her time maneuvering herself until she gets me where she wants me to be. With a glance to make sure I am ready she lowers her self onto my shaft, greedily impaling herself with a grin that can only mean victory.

The sensation of her heated wetness encompassing my manhood tips me nearly to the edge again forcing me to concentrate harder then I had ever done before to hold back. Sensing my readiness once the impulse passes she begins to gyrate in short motions easing me in and out in short motions and scraping my head around her insides stimulating her to start moaning.

Ever the predator, she taunts my climax onwards with whispers of how much she loves my cock inside, and how badly she wants my cum inside of her. Holding out on picking up the pace until she knows my limits are reached. Her pace picks up quickly now seemingly desperate to drive my shaft in and out of her as fast as possible. Her eyes close and she sways her head around letting herself get taken over by the experience while I fight not to cum too soon.

Within a minute of the intense speed of her riding me I lose my control and release my load inside her thrusting in what could only have been described as death roues thrusting desperately against her weight until I finally collapse silent and still.

With my eyes closed I can only feel as she lifts herself off of me and slips into the bed beside me, resting her head up in her hand off the bed.

We discussed the experience for more than an hour and she made me promise to keep this a secret, not like anyone would believe it.

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The previous events left my cock half limp as I followed Kayla inside, staring at her swaying ass.

“I love this house,” she said, looking back at me.

My head jerked up to see her smiling. I looked back down at myself, realizing that my cock stood nude, and my pants were halfway down my legs.

As I reached for them, she spoke.

“Don’t,” she grinned mischievously, “they’ll won’t be on for much longer,”

I stepped out of them and continued to follow her through the desolate house. I couldn’t help but imagine what’d be like to make love to her in the different rooms. In the shower, in the kitchen, anywhere. That, and I still couldn’t believe that I might be losing my virginity within the next hour. I was definitely a lucky guy.

Finally, we entered a medium sized room, with a mattress lying on the floor. She sat down on the mattress and motioned for me to come to her.

I advanced, ending with my rod inches from her face. She gave it a quick lick, then spoke.

“Now, as much as ankara escort I’d like to dine on that bad boy again, I haven’t been fucked in so long, I need that pleasure again. Lay down,” she commanded.

I lay on my back by her, letting her take control of the situation. She lay beside me, hungrily kissing my lips as she started to jack me off. My cock hardened fully in her expert hands as they slid up it’s length.

“You know what I love about virgins?” she said between kisses, “they’re so much fun to break in,”

After a few more minutes of making out, she straddled my stomach. I moved my hands up her thighs, kneading them, then slid my fingers into the back of her shorts, gripping her ass.

“Ooh, feisty,” she said as she peeled off her shirt. I gazed in awe at her wonderful set of tan tits. She ran her hands over them, pinching her erect nipples. On instinct, I bridged up and took one into my mouth. She softly moaned as I caressed the other breast with my hand. Her head fell back as her breathing ankara escort bayan increased.

“Oh…I need it now,” she moaned. Smiling, she pushed be back onto the bed, and stood for a second, to unzip her shorts. Coyly, she pulled them down and through them across the room. Again, I gazed in awe at the beauty before me. Her pussy was shaved, and literally dripping juice. Slowly, she lowered herself onto my erect cock.

Her pussy felt so warm and soft, although slightly tight. She bounced slowly, letting me probe her deeper with every bounce. One of her hands traveled downward, to play with her clit, while the other moved to her breast, gripping it and squeezing it. I bridged up again and caught her with a kiss mid-moan. I hungrily kissed her, loving her tongue and lips.

She broke it off, leaned back and moaned a bit more audibly, as she neared climax. I kissed her breasts, and she panted a bit faster. Deftly, I grabbed her and flipped her to her back. She let out a gasp of astonishment and looked escort ankara up at me with surprised eyes. I knew I was in control, I knew I couldn’t let her down.

I continued at a steady pace, humping her, letting her feel my full length and thickness. I’d pull out until just my head was in her, then I’d enter fully again, my balls slapping her ass.

I moved down and took her left breast into my mouth, gently nibbling on her erect nipple. I moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment.

Absentmindedly, her hand roamed down to her pussy, and she began to rub her clit as I fucked her.

“GOD you’re fucking good,” she moaned. I did my best to last as long as I could. I’d slow a bit if I felt an orgasm coming, and I’d continue to work on her breasts, occasionally kissing her deeply. My finger toyed with her asshole, and she smiled, surprised at that.

As she got wetter, I moved faster, she moaned more and more as she got ready to orgasm. As I felt her body tense, I shot loads of cum into her wet gate.

Slowing to a stop, I kissed her passionately.

“Amazing,” she said as I rolled to the side. I started to get up, but she put her arm over me and rested her head on my shoulder. Without trepidation, I fell asleep.

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I first met Jackson when I was a freshman and he was a sophomore, so we’ve known each other for four years now. We were both involved with the theater program in our high school. We were the type of kids that always sat together at lunch, wore strange thrift-store outfits, and cracked each other up with obscure pop culture references. And of course we sang and danced and monologued.

Jackson was the one who first mentioned Castle of Terror to me. He meant it as a joke, but I took him seriously. I was looking for ways to get my volunteer hours done for the semester, and he suggested the Halloween attraction. I think he was expecting me to shriek with mock terror at the very idea, but I was pretty excited from the start.

I’ve always loved being scared. Halloween is my favorite holiday, and not just because of all the chocolate. I love the feel of being surprised, sitting in a dark theater and jumping out of my seat when something pops up with a shriek as the music builds. The goosebumps, the adrenaline surge. It’s wonderful.

I showed up at Castle of Terror that first year and promptly got put at the ticket booth. Oh, yay. Nowhere close to the excitement. It turned out to be okay, though, because I got to see the people leaving the house. They were flushed, clinging to each other, laughing with excitement and relief, limbs loose. They could have just as easily been walking out of a bedroom as a haunted house.

Jackson was a part of the actual haunted house, and it made me jealous. He got to dress up and scare people: an insane ax murderer that first year, a disembodied head the second year, and a plant last year. The plant thing was a little strange, but he explained he was in a room beside a friend of his in an old grandma costume. Guests in the castle walked into the room, expecting the grandma character to jump at them, but then the plant attacked.

This year, Jackson and I were in a room together. My stomach was in a flurry about it. For three years, we had danced around each other, flirting, teasing, but never actually crossing the line. He was dating someone when I started high school, and by the time he broke up with her, I was dating someone else. It went back and forth like that, both of us interested in each other but the timing never quite working out.

Until this past summer. I had just graduated and Jackson was home from college. We ended up hanging out a lot. We picked up right where we had left off, with the teasing and joking and flirting. Except there seemed to be a little more behind the flirting this time. Neither one of us was dating anyone at the time, but it was suddenly time for me to leave for college, and neither one of us had made a move.

We were both home from college to help with the Castle this fall, and the tension between us was thick enough to cut with a knife. And now I was about to spend a night with him in a dark room.

*********

I pulled on the tight black leggings of my costume, the black spandex clinging to my bottom. The top was equally tight, stretching over my arms, shoulders, and torso. I slid my feet into the black foot coverings and my hands into the black gloves. I checked my reflection in the mirror and then pulled the hood over my head. The image was complete. I was covered from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet by a tight black bodysuit punctuated with large fluorescent blue, yellow, and pink dots.

There was a knock on the door. “Ready?” Jackson called.

“I’m ready,” I called back, feeling a small flurry in my stomach. I opened the door and he was standing there, dressed just like me. Tight black bodysuit covered with fluorescent dots. The room we would be in had black walls covered with dots the same size and color as ours. The only light in the room was a blacklight, so we’d disappear completely.

Once we got in the room and turned off the lights, it took a minute to get over the vertigo. The dots were everywhere, even on the floor ankara escort and the ceiling, so my sense of direction was a little off at first.

Jackson and I moved around, getting used to the space and the light. We’d reach out, brushing by each other, figuring out how to tell where we were. After a few minutes, we were able to move around the room more easily.

Thomas, a Castle volunteer, came through the room.

“Open for business,” he said, moving through the room and out the other door. He’d stand outside the exit and open the door to let people leave after a minute of disorienting fear in the room with us.

Jackson and I went to our corners. As we passed in the middle of the room, I felt his hand briefly slide down my flank. Goosebumps rose in its wake and I shivered slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. I had high hopes for this Castle. Maybe after we were finished with two weeks of being in a dark room together, we’d finally be able to say, “Hey, I really like you.” I shook my head. Guess we’ll see how it goes.

We stood facing each other across the room, quiet and still. It didn’t take long for the first group to come in. Three girls, maybe a year or two younger than me, came in.

“Whoa,” one of them said. “This room is crazy.” She was trying to sound nonchalant, but I knew they’d had to go through three other rooms to get to us, and they were a bit shaken. They were clinging to each other pretty tightly, giggling nervously, trying to peer into the invisible corners of the room.

We gave them a few seconds to look around, and then charged. Waving our arms and screaming, Jackson and I flailed in from our opposite corners. I’m about 5’10” and he’s well over six feet tall. We’re both pretty lanky, so when we flail, we FLAIL. Coupled with the disorienting decoration scheme, the effect is terrifying.

Their screams were intensely satisfying. Full-bellied, full-throated, unrestrained screams of fear. Awesome. As quickly as we appeared, we disappeared back into the depths of the room. Before the screams had completely subsided, the exit door opened. The girls left the room clinging to each other even more tightly. The instant the exit closed behind them, another group was ushered in.

The night had officially started.

It didn’t take long for me and Jackson to get into a rhythm. Start in opposite corners, charge diagonally, make a LOT of noise, retreat into corners across the room. Repeat process.

About 30 minutes into it, though, Jackson veered slightly off-course. I couldn’t see him clearly, but the dots moving in front of me looked a little different. As he charged the couple in the center of the room, his hand brushed against me again.

I swiped at him as I passed him, connecting briefly with some part of him. His back, maybe. It was tough to tell.

After that, we managed to make contact on every pass. It was amusing, but it was also starting to turn me on a little. I never knew what part of him I might accidentally grab. And I have to admit, I wasn’t aiming for his elbow.

I wasn’t actively trying to grope him until he got a good handful of my ass on one pass. After that, I found myself aiming low. It took several tries, but I finally managed to connect, cupping him briefly but solidly between the legs. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I apparently wasn’t the only one getting turned on by our game.

I got to my corner and turned around, but the dots looked different. I realized he was standing right in front of me.

“We’ll charge together, straight at them, and then split and go around,” he said, bending to press his mouth against my ear. His voice was so quiet it was barely a suggestion of words, but I heard him. I nodded, and we turned as the next group staggered in.

It worked beautifully. The group ducked, screaming, as we surrounded them and then disappeared. Jackson reached the corner first and turned to catch me, using his ankara escort bayan body to absorb my momentum. I briefly pressed my body the length of his, smiling under my mask as I felt him hard against my thigh.

I quickly turned, ready for the next group, but no one came in. A perfectly-timed lull. I turned back towards him. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me against him again. I rose slightly to press my lips against his through the mask. He pressed back, but then the door to the room opened and the next group came in.

He turned me around and we charged, screaming. The group shrieked, but their screams were no longer satisfying to me. I wanted the people to go away, wanted to lock the door, wanted to press myself against Jackson uninterrupted.

We made it to the opposite corner and he grabbed me, hard. I scrambled at my mask, pushing it up just enough to uncover my mouth. He did the same, and we kissed, pulling at each other the way a suffocating man gasps for oxygen.

Too soon the door opened and more people came in.

“Whoa, check out this room,” one of them said.

I pulled my mask down as Jackson turned me around. I was dizzy from the kiss, and spinning around in this room wasn’t helping.

We got to the opposite corner, both of us all hands. We were kissing again, touching each other everywhere. He slid one hand up the inside of my thigh and I spread my feet, never having wanted anything so badly in my life.

Then I heard the door open behind me.

“Fuck ’em,” I hissed through my teeth, pressing hard against him. But he only chuckled and turned me back around. My scream must have been terrifying, as full of frustration as it was. My heart was racing and I could feel the wetness between my legs.

I wasted no time at the next corner. I grabbed his hand and slid it under the waistband of my leggings. His hand and fingers found my bare skin. It was amazing. I groaned and arched my back, pressing myself into his hand. He slid a finger in me, and I stiffened only briefly. It was a strange sensation, having someone else in my body. Up until this exact moment, the only fingers that had ever been inside of me were my own. It felt insanely good, though, so I had only that second of hesitation.

He moved his finger in and out, sliding easily in my wetness. I lifted one leg to give him better access and he slid a second finger in.

“Oh,” I said. It felt good, but it was snug.

“You okay?” he whispered.

“Yes. I haven’t done this before, but I’m good.”

The door opened behind him before he could answer and he turned towards the group with a groan. We darted out, kind-of scared them, and were back in each other’s arms almost immediately.

“Never?” he asked, as though we hadn’t even been interrupted.

“Nope. I’ve done some pretty heavy making out, but haven’t gone this far before.”

“How far do you want to go?”

In answer, I reached into the waistband of his bodysuit and wrapped my fingers around his cock. He swallowed hard and moved my mask to kiss me again. I worked my hand up and down, feeling the pulsing heat of him, and knew EXACTLY how far I wanted to go.

He reached down into my leggings again, sliding his fingers into me. I gripped him harder, and bit down lightly on his bottom lip. His breathing had gotten faster and his hips were moving back and forth with the motion of my hand.

The door opened.

“Fuck,” Jackson said out loud. He paused for a minute and then turned, pulling himself from my grip. He was a little unsteady on his feet.

We moved toward the group, waving our arms. Jackson actually said, “Ahh,” not even bothering to scream.

One of the girls gasped with surprise, but the other three just laughed. The exit door opened but we didn’t even see them leave. Jackson picked me up, bracing me against the wall with his body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his cock rubbing between my legs. escort ankara The friction of the fabric was delicious against my sensitive clit. It felt good, but I wanted more. I fumbled at his waistband, pushing the elastic just far enough to free him from the costume. He pulled at my waistband, and suddenly bare skin was on bare skin.

I groaned loudly as his cock slid against my drenched lips. He was lined up to enter me, but then he stopped.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I dug my fingernails into the top of his butt, trying to pull him closer. “Never been more sure of anything,” I gasped.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, but his body was already answering me. He pressed forward, the top of his cock stretching into me. He got a little ways in and then met with some resistance.

I was so desperate for him my teeth were starting to chatter. “Just GO,” I pleaded, tightening my legs around his waist. My arms were around his neck and he leaned down to kiss me hard as he plunged his cock the rest of the way into me.

I cried out, a mixture of relief, desire, pleasure, and a little pain, and was surprised to hear answering cries behind Jackson. A group had come in and we hadn’t even realized it. Oh well.

The exit door opened and I dimly heard one of them say, “That was fuckin’ creepy.”

Then every ounce of my attention was on Jackson. He was moving inside of me, slowly at first. My hips bucked against him, answering each of his thrusts and urging him to go faster. I was making little noises, involuntary whimpers of pleasure, as I rode him hard. I wanted more of a connection, it seemed, because my hands clenched into his back and my kisses were punctuated with sharp bites across his lips and jawline.

I heard a door open, but I couldn’t tell if people were coming or going. I didn’t care. He was scratching an itch that had been raging inside of me and the feeling was overwhelmingly tasty. I writhed in his arms as the waves of pleasure started to build and intensify.

“Oh my god,” I whispered. “Oh my god, oh my god,”

“Wait,” he whispered back. “Wait for me.” He started moving in and out even faster, pushing forward harder to get into me more deeply.

“I can’t,” I gasped, my hips bucking wildly as the orgasm began to pound through me. “Oh my god, oh, oh, OHHH…”

The last syllable turned into a howl as electricity shot through all my muscles, clenching every one of them tightly around Jackson. As my body spasmed around him, his own orgasm ripped through him. He groaned, pushing me hard against the wall. He buried his face in my neck, his teeth clenching my shoulder through the top of my bodysuit.

His thigh muscles were like steel rods under my legs, and I could feel the twitches of electricity moving through his own muscles.

We stayed like that for a minute, me wrapped around him, the two of us propped against the wall, his face in my shoulder, catching our breath.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “That was insane.”

I laughed weakly. “I don’t think I can stand up,” I said. I kissed him again, lightly this time. “That was amazing.”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Before I could answer, the door opened. “Hey, Jackson, you guys in here?” It was Thomas, the door guy. He was silhouetted against the dim light in the hallway.

“Yeah man, we’re right here. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to check on you. The last three groups haven’t had any screams, just some laughs. They’re saying they were hearing… strange… noises.” His voice sounded a little odd, and I knew exactly how people had been describing the noises.

“We’re good,” Jackson said.

“Clearly,” Thomas answered, his tone dry. “Well, the room ahead of you just got done with their break, so if you guys want to take yours, we can redirect for a few minutes.”

“Probably a good time for that,” Jackson answered. Thomas left, closing the door behind him.

When Jackson and I left the room, we were flushed and clinging to each other. We were both laughing with a mixture of excitement and relief. Our limbs were loose, and we could have just as easily been walking out of a bedroom as a haunted house.

I love Halloween.

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Jason Miller loved to daydream. He was always sitting in class, as his teachers would ramble on about hypotenuses, mixtures and suspensions or Greek mythology. While most of the teachers liked him, he never seemed to apply himself properly to his homework, choosing to blow it off until the last second when he scribbled in answers one minute before the bell rang on the due date. Surprisingly enough, he passed most of his classes with flying colors, getting A’s and B’s on his final exams and graduating high school without a problem. He had always been an outcast from the rest of the students, choosing not to go to the ceremony (at the disappointment of his parents) and jumping straight into work, stocking shelves on the graveyard shift at a grocery store.

After a while of living with his dad and saving money, he bought a used car and moved away more suddenly than anybody expected. The prospect of starting a new life was just too great. Women were always on his mind, taunting him with their low cut blouses and mini skirts, flashing off their beautiful legs. It was horrible knowing that the small town he lived in had nothing to offer him, or anybody who liked him. He wasn’t bad looking at all, merely different. An even 6’0″, a somewhat pale and scrawny boy who looked young but had eyes with a few more years in them than he had actually lived. Other teenagers didn’t tune into this and brushed him off as a loser, separating him further from the contact with girls he so desired.

Moving from the Midwest to the sunny state of Florida, he quickly found a cheap apartment and found the same job he had before at a new store, using his nights off to take walks around town and get used to his new surroundings. He felt freer than he had ever felt before, as if he were coming out of his shell and out into the world for the first time.

However, his problem with daydreaming never stopped. Several times his boss would catch him staring at a woman, completely unmoving, only to pull him aside and scream at him. Every single time, he would respond with, “I’m sorry, sir. I wasn’t paying attention.” only to be thrust back into his aisle with a very loud verbal warning.

On the last night he worked one particular week in May, he was midway through his shift when a group of rather noisy females came in. His attention drifting, he examined them from his aisle. Two blondes, a brunette and a redhead, all dressed up as if they were ready to go clubbing. For one brief moment, the redhead locked eyes with him and he stopped moving, lost in the green orbs of one particular woman that directed them his way. She flashed him the brightest, most seductive smile he had ever seen. All of a sudden, a hand gripped the back of his t-shirt and yanked him up. Of course, his boss.

“Time and time again, I come in here and what do I see?! You’re like a goddamn rock, staring at some woman with your tongue hanging out of your mouth, not working!”

Jason could only stutter, “I’m sorry, sir, I was…”

“Wasn’t paying attention! You never pay attention and I’m sick of it! Get the hell out of my sight and find another job, you little bastard!”

With a shove, he was propelled out of the aisle and pushed towards the door, customers stopping in their tracks as they watched the former employee left outside. Jason could only curse inwardly, walking toward his car. Slipping inside, he slammed the door shut as he put the key in and turned. Nothing. Frantically, he began to turn the key, muttering the whole while.

“Oh no, you’ve got to be kidding me. Come on, come on…”

After a moment, he gave up, popping the hood and getting out of his car. After a quick examination, he attributed it to a faulty starter and slammed the hood shut. Out of nowhere, a female voice spoke behind him.

“Need some help?”

Whirling around, he came to find that it was the girl he had just been staring at in the store. He was finally able to get a good look at her. She was somewhat tall, coming up to his nose and had wavy red hair flowing to her shoulders, smooth olive skin and a killer body being shown off nicely by a red halter-top and black micro mini with matching spike heels. After the initial period of shock, he managed to stutter.

“M…my car isn’t starting.”

She laughed as he slowly shifted his stance, the growing hard-on in his loose-fitting jeans sending warning that he had better act fast to keep the embarrassment away. The one thought ankara escort in his head didn’t have anything to do with a car or job, but rather:

‘What I wouldn’t give to get you on your back.’

His thought ended just in time to allow him to listen to her.

“Well…I’m out of minutes on my cell phone and I doubt you want to go back inside, seeing as you just got fired and all. My friends and I am on the way to the Lion’s Den, the club down on 2nd St. Your house on the way?”

Jason could only stare in wonderment, knowing full well his house was on the way. He’d get the opportunity to ride with her? Quickly, he nodded in confirmation.

“Yes, yes it is. That’s very kind. Thank you.”

She held out a slender hand to him, long red nails pointing devilishly.

“My name’s Traci.”

He took her hand gently and shook it awkwardly.

“Jason. Don’t you have some friends with you?”

“Oh, yeah. I came out to get some fresh air while they picked up some condoms. It’s pretty obvious they’re planning on going home with a guy tonight. If you want, you can get in and wait with me for them to come back.”

Jason swallowed nervously as he nodded, following her to a rather new-looking car. He got inside, feeling quite out of place as she slid in next to him, her skirt riding up somewhat to reveal more of her tan legs and part of her ass to him. He fought himself not to look, fidgeting in his seat even more as he tried to adjust himself stealthily. The look of amusement on her face went unnoticed, the rest of the girls coming out seconds afterwards. While Traci got many curious looks, they said nothing as they all scooted into the back with each other.

“Girls, this is Jason. He was the one inside that got fired. His car is dead so I’m going to give him a ride home. Jason, the blonde on the end is Kara, the other is Michelle and the brunette is Trish.”

He bit his lip some, taken aback at the blunt hammering of his newfound unemployment back in his face, but he quickly removed his teeth from it, as the introduction was finished, casual greetings given to each other. The looks on their faces were that of amusement, though if there was an inside joke, he wasn’t about to be let in on it. The car rolled out of the parking lot and down the street.

“Alright, Jason, where am I heading?”

“You know the apartment complex by the big church on Charlotte Drive? I live there.”

“Ohh…really? I have a friend that lives in there! Which apartment is yours?”

“Apartment seven.”

The two continued to make conversation, the girls chatting quietly in the back, shooting quick glances at him that he could easily see in the rear view mirror. It seemed as if something suspicious were going on but Jason couldn’t pin it down. Shrugging it off as tricks on his mind, they pulled up to the front of the complex. Jason inwardly sighed, smiling at the girls.

“Thank you for the ride, ladies. I hope you have a good time tonight.”

Traci put her hand on his inner thigh, rubbing it gently with a big smile on her face.

“It was my pleasure, Jason. Good luck in finding another job.”

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes moving to the hand on his thigh. A few inches closer and she’d brush along his dick, which felt like a burning steel rod. He snapped out of the daze he was in, smiling and nodding as he opened the door, stepping onto the pavement. One of the girls, Kara he remembered, slid out of the backseat and got up front. He heard lots of giggles before the door closed, the car speeding off into the night and leaving him alone. With a sigh, he adjusted his pants now that nobody was around to see him and walked into the complex. Such a good opportunity but his shyness that he had tried so hard to abandon in the country came back and bit him in the ass.

‘Well…looks like another night with me and my hand.’

It took only a few minutes to enter his apartment, instantly taking off his shirt, shoes and socks and throwing them across the room onto his couch. The place wasn’t too bad for the pay he made, having the necessities he needed. He always had his savings to fall back on while he found another job. Things were going to be tight, but not THAT tight. He grabbed a root beer from the fridge before falling on the couch in the living room and turning the TV on, watching some rather entertaining infomercials before falling asleep from exhaustion.

A ankara escort bayan couple hours later, he awoke with a start. His eyes stayed half closed as he looked around tiredly, wondering what it was that woke him up. Immediately, he heard knocks on the front door. Having no friends or family in the city, he slid off the couch and moved to his door, pulling it open cautiously and peeking through the crack. His eyes widened and he quickly threw the door open, standing shirtless before Traci. After a period of silence, he spoke up, the confusion on his face apparent.

“Uh…is something wrong?”

Traci seemed quite disturbed as she slipped by him, moving into his apartment without asking. Jason closed the door out of habit, not quite knowing why she would come at this ungodly hour, or why she would come at all. She turned to him suddenly, speaking rather strangely.

“I just…. all my friends left the club without me, all drunk and drooling over their guys. I left alone and when I was driving I realized how badly I felt that you lost your job because of me.”

“Oh, no. That was completely my fau…”

Traci cut him off, moving close to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. As uncomfortable as the situation was for him, he could feel the blood rushing to his dick again, slowly making it swell larger as she spoke.

“No, don’t say that. It was because of me and I just wanted to come back to say I was sorry and if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, just say the word.”

Jason had several words he wanted to say at that moment but he shook his head, not wanting to be the deadbeat to try and worm his way into her panties.

“Don’t worry about it. You gave me a ride home. That’s all the repayment I need.”

Traci watched his eyes for a moment and finally nodded, her head tilting some. It was then that she glanced down, directly at his crotch. Instantly, he felt the blood flow change and go directly to his cheeks, turning them bright red. He began to stammer in embarrassment.

“I’m so…”

She put her index finger to his lips, shaking her head. The silence filled the air as the hand on his shoulder slowly began to move down along his chest, over his somewhat pudgy stomach and down to the waistband of his pants. Her warm fingers slid inside and slowly wrapped themselves around his hard dick, giving it a light squeeze that sent shivers up his spine.

“No… it’s alright. The ride home was all the repayment you “needed” but are you sure there’s no repayment that you “want” from me?”

Jason opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. His throat felt like the Sahara Desert and there was nothing he could do about it. She suddenly grinned at him, pulling him closer with a small tug and wrapping her free arm around his shoulders. She stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his; giving him the most spine-tingling kiss he’d ever receive in his lifetime. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, wrestling with his as he got the nerve to put his hands on her hips and participate, his own tongue exploring her mouth for the first time. She soon moved her head away, licking her lips some as she removed her hand from his pants (to his disappointment). She took his hands and slid them up her skirt to rest firmly on her ass. Sensing what she wanted, he squeezed gently, feeling quite possibly the most luscious ass he would ever feel.

“You’ve never been with a woman before, have you, stud?”

Jason could only shake his head no, turning red again at the obvious lack of experience. Traci only chuckled and pinched his cheek as if she were his aunt.

“Then carry me to your bed and I’ll do the work.”

His eyes widened somewhat more. She was really going to do this? He lifted her off the floor before he could have any second thoughts and carried her to his bedroom, her slender, tanned legs wrapping around his waist. As he neared the end of his full sized bed, she dropped to the floor and pushed him down onto it, her hands lunging for his belt. She unbuckled it and yanked it out, tossing it on the floor, hands working the button off and his zipper down. The pants and his boxers came off at the same time, leaving him nude and exposed in front of her. His dick, just less than 7″ in length and 2″ wide, stood up in the air like a flagpole for her hungry eyes.

She crawled onto the bed beside him, hands on his thighs and working their way slowly escort ankara up to his penis, leaving him twitching in anticipation as he watched. Finally, she took a hold of its length and gave it two test pumps, his fingers tightly hanging onto the blanket and bunching it up as his face contorted in pleasure. She gave him a smile and slowly lowered her face, her mouth at the base of his shaft. Her tongue darted out and pressed against it, a long, sensuous lick to the very head of dick. He gasped as she suddenly plunged onto it, the wetness of her mouth covering half of his length when he least expected. She gently ran her tongue on the underside of his cock while she bobbed her head, her hand pumping him all the while. It took no more than ten seconds before his hips moved up on their own, jets of cum painting the back of her throat accompanied by a long groan of pleasure. She kept up with him, swallowing his load with what seemed like practiced ease, her mouth continued to work on him as he shrank back into a half-flaccid state.

Jason lay there breathing deeply, staring at the ceiling for seconds that seemed like hours. He had just received his first blowjob and it was the most mind-blowing experience of his life. Just as he was about to lift his head, Traci’s face hovered into view, a seductive smile on her face as she straddled him, her calves rubbing against the side of his legs.

“Oh, that’s just the beginning, stud…”

He tilted his head up and watched as she stood up on his bed, her skirt gliding down her legs and falling on his bare cock. No panties. He stared at her in disbelief while tossing aside the article of clothing on his groin, her halter top off in but a moment, revealing her respectably-sized breasts. They were a large B-cup (he never could judge by looking) and complimented the rest of her body quite well. He was already hard again, transfixed on her body when his thoughts were interuppted.

“Keep staring and you might go blind.”

His eyes snapped up and met hers, clearly a hint of amusement shown to him as she once again lowered herself on him, pushing herself back to engulf his dick between the cheeks of her ass teasingly.

“O..oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to doooooooooooHHH!”

His words were cut short as she lifted her hips, hand gripping his shaft and directing the head into her wet pussy lips, letting him slide in halfway all while he was talking. She giggled, leaning forward to kiss him on the tip of his nose and whisper in his ear.

“Stare all you want. I don’t mind.”

She pushed herself down, engulfing him in her hot tunnel and sitting upright. He breathed deeply, struggling with himself not to cum so quickly again. It wasn’t going to happen, at least, not for very long. He opened his eyes and stared at her, giving her all the explanation she needed with just one look. Without hesitation, she began to rise and fall slowly, his eyes clenching shut once more as his body shivered. This was the greatest gift given to mankind, to have sex. He began thrusting his hips upward without realizing it, hands moving to her waist to yank her down to him each time. Without a widely open mouth, he perched on the edge of climax and finally grunted, spewing the small amount of cum still left in his body inside of her. He fell onto the bed, basking in the afterglow of his entrance into sexual pleasure. He barely felt the movement of her body off of his, instead, drifting into a deep slumber.

He awoke several hours later with a start, riveted onto the wall across the room. Sweat poured from his forehead, the sudden soreness from his dick hitting him as the memories of the early morning hit him all at once. Looking around, he did not find Traci anywhere. With a pang of dismay, he walked into the kitchen, trying to recollect all his thoughts when he found a note on his refrigerator held in place by a magnet, addressed to “Jason.”

“Jason, last night was just a way of repaying the debt I felt I owed you. You’re a great guy, one of the last nice ones out there. I’m just a girl trying to have fun before I get tied down to one guy. That’s why I left while you were asleep. I probably won’t see you again. I wish the best for you and whoever you find love with in the future.

Traci”

Jason read over the letter several times before putting it down on the counter with a blank look on his face. After several minutes of contemplation he smiled, taking the note and leaving it on the refrigerator once more, to reside for years to come as one of the many memories he’d gather.

End

(I hope you enjoyed this story and I’d love to hear feedback from anybody out there who’s willing to give it. Thank you for reading.)

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It was early afternoon in July and the sun was beating down. This was the fourth day of our south of France holiday and I was lying face down on a lounger reading a book that was precariously balanced on a stack of cushions laid on the grass.

I sat up to take a sip of wine and to examine my holiday companions. My husband James lay face down on a lounger beside me giving every appearance of being in a deep sleep. He was wearing a pair of white football shorts with the silky fabric rucked up to the very edge of his small bottom.

He was well over six feet tall and his ankles hung over the end of his bed. He might not have had a classic he-man profile but a closer examination would reveal that his slim body was more than adequately muscled. There was not a spare pound on him anywhere, much of which was probably due to his genes, however the fact that he swam and ran and cycled and climbed hills or went rock climbing in every free moment also contributed to his shape and to the strength and stamina lying hidden just beneath the sinewy surface.

Cliché or not, he really was tall and dark and handsome and, as I took in every inch of his lightly tanned frame, some very lustful thoughts were running through my mind and setting off numerous stirring sensations deep in the pit of my stomach.

I often passed the time when I was sunbathing by imagining various scenarios, all of which featured yours truly being humped from every angle by a variety of men, some of whom really existed, whilst the imaginary ones were incredibly handsome or energetic or well hung.

At this current imaginary moment I was naked on a brass bedstead and the young man from work who sorted the post and refilled the photocopiers was plunging his enormous purple cock inside me whilst I howled like a dog for the third or fourth time that evening. In real life these rabid thoughts were making my pussy ache with desire and, time and time again, I surreptitiously stroked myself whilst pretending that I was adjusting my bikini.

James and I had had real sex several times in the few days since we had arrived and I wondered if I could give him a sly nudge that he would immediately recognise as an invitation for another round so that, with his expert assistance, I could temporarily bury these burning thoughts far inside me.

On the opposite side of the pool James’s long time best friend, the impossibly handsome Jeff, was laid on his back on a weightlifting bench, pumping iron under the shade of a canvas gazebo. In contract to James, he was perfectly proportioned and his rich tan covered his entire body.

I knew this because he was stark naked and I watched his ample penis move from side to side as he strained to lift the enormous load. It was a fascinating sight and I amused myself by imagining what it might look like fully erect and what it would feel like if it was slamming painfully and repeatedly inside me.

It could never be, so I reluctantly pushed the thought aside and turned my attention to his French wife Danielle who lay on her stomach on a lounger not far from me. She was just as stunning as her husband and was similarly stark naked but she’d had the decency to stuff a scrap of cloth between her legs so that we were not in the uncomfortable position of staring up her chuff-box. Compared to our hosts I was positively overdressed in my jade green bikini bottoms.

We had been warned that this was how Jeff and Danielle carried on when they were on their own property. Some other mutual friends of ours had stayed here last summer and had reported on the proceedings so their nakedness was not a surprise.

I had fleetingly seen Jeff naked in the past and I had secretly been looking forward to renewing the experience, I loved to sunbathe in the buff myself and James and I had discussed whether or not we should do so once we arrived at the villa. I was in favour but James was not, so, for the moment, we had maintained a common front. I was not sure why James was so reluctant, we had abandoned all inhibitions on remote nudist beaches on several earlier occasions and neither of us had bodies to be ashamed of.

Jeff had been our best man five years previously and now he lived with Danielle in Mont Boron, a suburb overlooking the Bay of Angels in the Rivieran resort of Nice. We had not seen him for over twelve months but every time we met it seemed that he was infinitely more successful than the previous occasion. With each rise in his chequered fortunes his hairstyle and clothing grew ever more flamboyant and if you were asked to guess his occupation you might guess that he was a designer or someone in the music or film industry.

I had first met Jeff after I began dating James when I was in my early twenties. James and I had met in my final year at university and he frequently took me back to his home town in Northern England where we socialised with his old school friends and their partners. Jeff was his best friend and was undoubtedly the sexiest man I had ever met.

I ankara escort was not alone in this opinion because he had been legendary in his home town for his numerous girlfriends and his insatiable bed-hopping. He was over six foot tall with wide shoulders, blue eyes, perfect white teeth and a blond mane of long hair which he brushed back and flicked around at frequent intervals.

He was a working class boy brought up on a small town council estate but his good looks and intelligence and his street-fighter energy had helped him break free from his background. When I first met him he was a business studies graduate working for a bank in Manchester during the week and manning an estate agency at the weekend.

Eventually Manchester could not contain him and, in his mid-twenties, he moved to London and his connections secured him a career as a futures trader for several years. He started his own business ostensibly as a middle man matching lenders with borrowers and on his frequent visits home he gave every indication that he was doing particularly well. He was also earning considerable rental income from several expensive properties although James had never been able to get a straight answer from him as to how these properties had been funded.

Some years later we were aghast to hear that he and a number of his business acquaintances had been charged with mortgage fraud and money laundering and the only thing that saved Jeff from jail was a considerable sum of money expended on his legal team.

It was two years before the charges were eventually withdrawn and Jeff decided not to push his luck any further and he moved to France where he looked up an old girlfriend who was as beautiful as he was handsome. They moved into an apartment in Paris together whilst the storm subsided and Jeff had let it be known that he was down but not out.

In fact he was using the time to dispose of various properties and to move his wealth from one bank account to another. In time he bought this beautiful villa in the hills and settled down to a life of luxury and internet speculation high above the French Riviera.

We were here because of Jeff’s insistence that we visit him. He missed the life he had left behind and he frequently invited his friends over to re-live the memories of their laddish circle, their riotous weekends and drunken away-days watching the local football team and brawling in seaside night clubs.

James had eventually grown out of it but Jeff the exile didn’t and he never tired of talking about the old days and the crazy incidents that peppered their late teens and early twenties.

Danielle had first dated Jeff in London when she was a drama student. Now she was a model, neither famous nor edgy but no less stunning in spite of that, doing routine work for fashion houses and catalogues. She did catwalk shows which were generally attended by buyers and fashion writers rather than celebrities. She did location shots which rarely involved travelling because the south of France could pass for numerous parts of the world and she had her own studio in town for her more mundane assignments.

She took me there one morning and I watched with interest as she and her assistant, a hairdresser cum make-up artist, worked their way through the boxes of garments that arrived by courier. She put them on, a photographer took photo after photo and then the garments went back in the box and the photographer went to work with the raw images.

She was tall and perfectly proportioned with blue eyes and choppy bob-cut hair the colour of straw. She attended exercise classes or swam almost every day of the week and I never saw her finish a meal. It wasn’t just vanity, her career rested solely on her face and figure, added to which was her full knowledge of Jeff’s wandering eye, although I had to admit that I had never seen Jeff as enamoured with a girl as much as he was with Danielle.

She rose from her sunbed to pour a drink and I found that I couldn’t take my eyes from her naked body despite the more obvious attractions of Jeff’s substantial cock and powerful build. Her muff was totally clean shaven leaving the opening to her sex in full view of all who cared to look.

Her ample breasts had absolute poise without a hint of droop and her bottom was as smooth and rounded as a child’s. Her stomach was mirror flat and her olive skin totally free of imperfections and, if that wasn’t enough, she walked and swam gracefully and spoke English with a sexy French accent that made her male listeners curl up with desire.

I had no hesitation in going topless around a crowded swimming pool or along a beach shore but I was still in a lower league to Danielle. I was more than content with my own body, I had a flat stomach, I weighed less than eight and a half stone and I could attract admiring glances from most men but no amount of dieting or exercise could have given me a profile like Danielle’s. James would argue otherwise but, if I was to be critical, my breasts ankara escort bayan were too small, my ass too big and my legs too muscly from years of hockey and netball and tennis.

Her eyes met mine every time I glanced at her and I was always the first to look away. I couldn’t decide if she was determined not to be embarrassed about her nakedness or whether she was issuing some kind of challenge.

One afternoon she had warned me of the danger of the midday sun and had offered to apply lotion to my back and legs. She did a thorough job on my back and shoulders but I was quite surprised when her hands lingered on the sides of my breasts. Seconds later her fingertips had probed the inside of my thighs causing me to tense but the involuntarily flush of warmth in my groin had opened my legs as if by remote control.

Danielle worked the lotion in and around the hem of my bikini bottoms and I struggled to resist grinding my groin into the mattress as inexplicable waves of desire erupted from within me.

“I don’t know why you bother with these, she had said, no one can see you here except Jeff and he will look once and then it will be over and done with. You too James, she admonished, let yourself go, you ridiculous English person”.

James had replied with some quip to the effect that Danielle was not ready to see what he had tucked in his shorts but she had simply said “pffft” at him in a uniquely French way and Jeff had joined in to imply that James was keeping his shorts firmly on because he was quite obviously worried about the comparison.

I loyally defended James by reminding Jeff that I had seen both cocks and it would be a close result. Danielle dared them to get their penises out and lay them side by side on the patio table and she and I would judge who had the biggest.

As expected, my cool, reserved (and medium hung) husband refused to take the bait. “I can wait” said Danielle, “any day soon your shorts will be coming down”

On most days, Jeff and James would drive into town, allegedly to buy groceries, but in reality to do a tour of the beachfront bars. Once they had departed Danielle moved onto James’ lounger and opened a conversation with the words “so James has a big penis then? I was initially stunned by the question but I told her that it was adequate which was the absolute truth. She persisted by asking if it was long and slim like his build and I laughed and said that it touched every side.

She seemed pleased with the answer and said we would have to get him drunk enough to drop his shorts and give his little white bottom a touch of the sun.

She asked my opinion of whether a big penis on its own was sufficient for good sex or could a man with a small penis compensate in other ways? She said it naturally without a hint of embarrassment, as if she was asking for advice on buying a new handbag.

To my surprise I managed to give a lucid reply and I related a tale from my university days of a one night stand with a rugby player known as the Bull who had a penis, known as the bullwhip, which was legendary on the campus. He was only five foot eight tall but he was almost that wide and had a fearsome reputation for violence on the rugby pitch which accounted for his battered and lopsided face.

A farmer’s son, he was a law student and captain of the first eleven and he was loved and feared in equal measures by every member of the team for his scathing wit and his abilities in a brawl. He never had a girlfriend that I was aware of so he reserved his most scathing (but funny) comments for his team member’s girlfriends, of which I was one, so I took great care to ensure that I never found myself as the butt of his jokes. I generally avoided his company and restricted any conversation with him to the bare minimum.

Late one Saturday evening, in our first year, as the clubs were emptying he walked a fellow student home. She was drunk and was just getting over being dumped by her boyfriend. She invited him in, one thing led to another and the Bull showed her his ten inch cock. She pounced and he fucked her from one end of her flat to the other for the next two hours. The following day she could barely walk but she related her amazing experience to a few shocked friends. The legend of the bullwhip was born.

In no time at all, a host of pretty girls who would not have been seen dead talking to the Bull in daylight were scheming as to how they could experience this monster just once. It became a university rite of passage for the football and rugby groupies and the Bull’s reputation spread throughout the colleges.

He was totally discreet because he knew he was not pin-up material so he never discussed his conquests for fear that the queue might dry up. The usual arrangement was that the Bull would linger by the cloakroom or by the hot dog stand or some other pre-arranged spot, his victim would approach at the last minute and he would discretely usher her into a cab and treat her to the stretching of a lifetime. escort ankara

One Saturday night I was partly drunk and in between boyfriends so I had tried it once out of curiosity. The magic password was “do you want to share a cab home” and with a knowing glance the Bull had said that he would wait for me outside a late night kebab shop.

We went back to his flat where we kissed and undressed in silence with little attempt at foreplay. His cock was a sight to behold, longer than both my palms and so fat that one hand could not encircle it.

He was as strong as an ox and at one point he held me upside down with his massive arms gripped around the small of my back and my thighs resting on his shoulders. I sucked and licked and pulled on his cock as his tongue lapped frantically along my slit and in my hole whilst at the same time I was fighting a separate battle, trying to stop his organ going down my throat.

Within minutes I could feel my orgasm forming and I urged him on using the crudest of language but he was on the verge of coming himself so, without warning, he changed his grip on me and carried me to the sofa.

He bent me face down over the arm, opened my legs to their full extent and one by one he inserted his four fingers deep inside me in a vain attempt to ease the entry of his engorged cock. He had used liberal applications of lube and had entered me gradually but his brutal thrustings had almost split me in two and it was impossible to suppress my shrieks of pure shock.

He also delivered several truly stinging slaps to my bottom which had brought tears to my eyes but I manically urged him on and he had literally thrown me around the room as he screwed me in half a dozen different ways, only pausing between each position to delay his ejaculation.

He had picked me up from the bed as if I was a rag doll and, standing in the middle of the bedroom floor, raised my ankles to his shoulders whilst I wrapped my arms around his neck as he effortlessly bounced me up and down on his cock. I was in a complete daze from the pain, the alcohol, the exertion and the pure euphoria. It hurt like hell but it was absolute heaven.

Twenty minutes of his ferocious repertoire had passed before he laid me on my back on the creaky dining table. With my feet pointed to the ceiling and my legs pinned to his chest he had slammed into me repeatedly.

It was not unlike riding on the rickety Grand National roller coaster at Blackpool, I wanted to play with my clitoris but I could do no more than hang on to the sides of the table with whitened knuckles and shaking teeth. I was bruised and sore and slapped all over and I now knew why the table was so wobbly, if every one of his conquests had to endure this it was a wonder that the legs were still attached. I had almost reached the point where I could not take any more when he finally pushed himself fully inside me and shot his warm load up my chuff box.

He stood over me, gasping and heaving, whilst his cock pulsed and twitched inside me and when he finally withdrew he led me to his bed where we lay exhausted and sweaty until we gathered our breath.

He asked me why I had never spoken to him before and I let him know in very plain terms how unapproachable he appeared to be. He took it well and before I knew it we were laughing and joking as I reminded him of a few incidents where he had said or done something to upset or alarm one or other of the girls that hung around with the rugby crowd.

Eventually he had me laughing at his farming and rugby tales and I realised he wasn’t quite the inconsiderate brute that he pretended to be in the common room bar. He complimented me on my tits and on my suntan and stroked my butt as he pulled me close to him. We swapped stories of how we had decided on this university and, much later, he gently pushed my head in the direction of his limp cock and I licked and sucked and pulled on his meat until his massive erection returned.

Painful as the first penetration had been, it had not been so bad as to dissuade me from letting him mount me again. I buried my face into the pillow whilst he trickled lube over his cock and drove into me from behind.

This time a slower pace and my own massaging of my clitoris meant that I managed a decent orgasm although I still couldn’t be sure that the Bull cared one way or another whether his victims came or not.

It was another ten minutes of slightly less painful penetration before he ejaculated again and when he withdrew I felt his semen run down the back of my legs and I marvelled at the quantity soaking into the sheet.

After it was over I had cuddled close to him for a while and he had asked if I was staying the night. However enough was enough and he had the grace to ring for a taxi to take me back to my Uni digs. When I tried to pay the driver it was explained in bad English that Mr Bull would take care of it and I gathered that they had some long standing arrangement for transporting saddle-sore students safely home.

Some of the girls repeatedly went back for more but I never did even though, every now and then, the Bull would wink at me across the University bar and I would flash a secret smile back at him.

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I am waiting for him to show up at the corner where we agreed to meet, as I wait I watch the people go by and I’m quite entertained, taking in the many different walks of life here in Seattle. I wonder why no one holds hands or shows any affection. The cell phone rings, my son calls wanting to know if I’m okay, just then, I see him across the street, on the corner where we agreed to meet, I lock my truck and walk toward him trying to get my son off of the phone, finally I tell him Agotta go and I hang up the phone. He is in the crosswalk walking toward me, I walk up and ask him where he’s going and he looks at me rather shocked, he turns around to walk back toward Pikes Place Market with me, holding my hand. We walk as we decide what we want to do with the afternoon ahead.

I want to jump into his arms and feel his body ever so close to mine, but I am too shy to do that with so many people around and I am not sure of what he is feeling at the moment. We decide to go to a park to seek out some privacy and take the opportunity to talk to one another. We head down stairs to wait for the trolley that will take us closer to the park he had in mind.

This is really fun for me, I am thrilled and excited, nervous and anxious, so many emotions to sort out right now. The trolley is almost like being in San Francisco, but this is much more special, because I am finally with him, in the flesh, feeling his gentle touch as he cuddles me on the trolley ride. I could take the feeling of him close to me, ankara escort touching me, forever, but I sense our time is limited today. Even so I know I will settle for what ever time he has with me, just to feel him this once, maybe kiss him a bunch of times, to me it was worth the trip.

Now that I feel his touch, I want to tell him that I lied, I want much more than that gentle touch, much more than the kiss I was anticipating, I want to be alone with him, naked, touching him as he feels my body next to his, I want to make long, slow, passionate, unrelenting love to him.

I was remembering every word of his letters from over the internet and I am drunk on all of the feelings, being with him, being outside, seeing different parts of Seattle with him and wondering what he is thinking about, we talk small talk to feel comfortable with one another in real life. Very soon after we sit down in the park, I feel his lips gently seeking mine. I don’t think I have ever felt anything more electrifying than his first kiss.

His tongue seeking mine, I have dreamed of this moment for a long time, I respond to him from deep within, I just can’t help it. His kiss is more than I could have ever imagined, I thought I would be prepared for the initial feel of him, because I have imagined this moment over and over, replaying it in my minds eye. This is a feeling I had never felt before, I ache and hunger for more of him, and my pussy is dripping wet, hot, wanting his mouth, his fingers, and his cock. I know ankara escort bayan I can cum from him just kissing me and if we were somewhere else I would have spent lots of time just kissing him, everywhere, over his entire body, if we were somewhere else he wouldn’t have gotten away so easily.

As we kiss and take in the sights of Puget Sound lying before us; I can feel his hand as it works up my thigh toward my pussy, I am so hot, and yet very shy and reserved for some reason. I feel him take my hand and place it on his raging hard on, showing me exactly what kind of effect I have on him. As I feel him through his pants, he feels so very good, so thick and I want him to find a picnic table, and fuck me on it, right this very moment. I want him to bury his cock deep inside of me, take me with all the emotion we have shared while on line together. If this park were less populated and it was just a bit darker; I absolutely would take him right here and now, at this very moment.

We spend a couple hours just kissing touching and hugging. We walk and talk stop to view more of the sound, the ships and ferries on the water as well as on the docks. We hold hands and watch as the sun starts to drop in the sky. I don’t want to let him go. He is still so hard, I am still so wet I wish we had a better plan for the day, but our time is up. We walk back to the trolley and catch the last ride back to the market. A gentle breeze on my skin makes me tingle. I am so hot and wanting him.

When escort ankara we get to my truck I offer him a ride; secretly hoping that his car is really far away and secluded so that I can have more of him, I want to hold his cock, naked in my hands, feel the hardness of it and taste him. I would give anything to have him but I know we are not prepared today we had not discussed time limits, or anything really, all we planned was just meeting. If either one of us were thinking properly we would have better planned on how this day would have gone!

It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do, just drop him off and drive away but I did it anyway, because I knew he needed to get home, and I knew that is what he needed for me to do. I drove through Seattle, down First Street and up Denny Way then onto Interstate-5 south. I couldn’t keep my hands from roaming over every spot he touched on me today. I could still feel his lips, as my finger lightly traced my own, I could still taste him, I felt his hands all over my body, as my own hand lightly touched each place his hands touched; I was so hot and wet; I finally slipped my hand down into my pants and fingered myself. I was playing where I wanted him to play, touching myself where I wanted him to touch, reaching inside of my wet pussy, where I wanted his cock to be. I have never wanted to live in a big city until today.

So, after many miles of playing with my wet pussy, I finally had to stop to remove my bra and change into my sweats, so much more comfortable easier access, it feels so much better as I continue to drive south on Interstate-5 not really wanting to go, but not prepared enough to stay either. Wondering what will be in store for us on the next visit.

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Gerry sat up on the bed and whispered to Cara, “Someone’s come in the apartment.”

“Yeah, I heard it too. You think it could be Maggie?” she asked sardonically.

“But my clothes are folded up on the couch, how will I get dressed if she is out there in the living room? Maybe if I wrapped a sheet around me I can get my clothes.”

“She’ll know what we’ve been doing,” Cara said.

“Will she?”

“She’s a virgin, she’s not stupid.”

“Well, what am I going to do?”

“Maybe wait until she goes into her room?” she said, slowly and succinctly.

“Yeah, maybe when she goes…”

“Hey Mom… oh excuse me, I didn’t know you had company,” Maggie said, standing at the doorway into Cara’s room.

“That’s okay Maggie, this is Gerry.”

“Now wait, this isn’t the guy granny called me about, the guy she wanted me to meet is it?”

Cara nodded and as Maggie looked over at Gerry, he nodded too.

“So let me get this straight, granny brings him home to meet me and he fucks you while he is waiting?”

“Well, actually granny was first.”

“So he did her too? Just great,” she said, then looking at Gerry she continued, “And what are you supposed to be, some kind of a manslut?”

“No, I was a boy scout. I helped granny across the street and she invited me home to meet you.”

“A boy scout? So this is their new thing, helping little old ladies across the street so you can fuck their entire family?”

“Well no, I just meant to help her across the street, and then… well, ankara escort she asked me if I wanted to come home to meet you.”

“Oh, that explains it, granny asks you if you want to meet me so you fuck her and then my mother too.”

“Well, it didn’t really happen that way. I was sitting on the couch and suddenly granny was naked, and then when I ran out of granny’s room to get my clothes, your mother was there. She then sucked my cock and took me back into her room.”

“And now?”

“Well, I was just going to get my clothes and leave, but then you came in. I was going to wait in here until you went to your room or something and then run out and get my clothes. Then I would have left.”

“To go out and find another granny to help across the street and then fuck her family?” she asked, leaning on the door frame.

“No, I was just going to head home,” Gerry replied nervously.

“Oh, you were going to go home without getting to fuck granny’s entire family?”

“Well, I didn’t…”

“You didn’t want to fuck me?”

“No… I mean yes…”

“Which is it, do you want to fuck me or not?”

“I would like to, but…”

“But what?” she asked.

“You’re mom says you’re a virgin.”

“So you don’t want to fuck me because I’m a virgin?”

“No I do want to fuck you, but I wasn’t sure it would be right.”

“You fucked my grandmother and then my mother and you are wonder if it is right or not to fuck me because I’m a virgin?” she asked with a laugh.

“No… yes, ah…”

“Look, ankara escort bayan let me make it easy for you. Come out here in the living room,” she said. Gerry followed her into the living room. She then pulled her blouse over her head and unfastened her bra. “Ah I see you may be changing your mind,” she said. She then pulled off her pants and panties, standing naked in front of him. Grabbing his cock he led him into her bedroom, where she climbed on the bed and spread her legs.

“They said you were a virgin.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t act like a virgin,” he said.

“And how does a virgin act?”

“I figured you’d be shyer.”

“Okay, look… I am technically a virgin, no guy has fucked me, but we’ve done plenty of other things.”

“But why stay a virgin if you are just going to do this now.”

“Do you want to fuck me or not?”

“Well…”

“Simple question, yes or no.”

“Yes,” he said, moving up on the bed between her legs. He leaned forward while she guided him into her. He pushed a bit, feeling a bit of resistance. Pushing a bit harder he saw her face wince and then suddenly, he was in. He paused a moment and whispered, “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, it just stings a bit.”

“I can stop…”

“No don’t stop,” she said, raising her hips some.

Moving slowly, he pushed himself back into her, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. When she seemed to be getting into it, he quickened his pace, pushing deeper and faster. She began moving up to escort ankara meet his thrusts moaning at bit. Continuing his motion, he felt her tight pussy caress his cock and soon he was breathing hard, losing himself in the feel of her. Finally he arched his back and came, spurting his cum into her pussy. He remained on top of her for a bit and then pulled out his cock and moved over beside her.

“Is that all there is?” she asked.

“Now Maggie, you know there’s more than that,” Cara said from the door.

“Were you watching us?” Gerry asked.

“Why of course, I had to make sure you treated her right. To be honest I think you did okay, she didn’t come, but that happens a lot with virgins. Later when you do it again, maybe she’ll come.”

“Again?”

“Well, why not, if you don’t want it to be her, you could try granny or me again.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Crazy?” Cara asked, “Did you call us crazy?” she said, her eyes glaring at him.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it I just…”

“I think you better leave,” she said, “Go grab your clothes and leave.”

Gerry rushed out into the living room and pulled on his underwear and pants. Grabbing his shirt, socks and shoes he headed for the door. Opening the door, he ran out into the hallway and pushed the button for the elevator. As the door opened, he heard a loud voice from the apartment, “CRAZY?”

Leaping into the elevator, he pressed the button for the ground floor and then finished getting dressed. Once on the ground floor, he rushed to the door and ran down the stairs. At the street crossing he noticed an old lady needing help. He walked right past her as if he didn’t see her, quickly crossing the street and then running down the sidewalk as fast as he could.

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