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My sister is two years older than me. At one time, maybe ten years ago, she played sports. Was actually good at soccer. But for years now, she’s just very, I don’t know, girly. She was a cheer leader in high school. She likes frilly clothes and pays attention to who’s popular, goes gaga over singers and movie stars. I’ll admit that she’s pretty, always has guys hanging around and calling. But she’s basically an air head. I’m practical. I want to know how things work. I like sports. I’m farly good at soccer, am on the varsity at high school. I wrestle. I ‘m good at that. I haven’t a scholarship yet but I’m sure that I’ll take one of the offers that I’ve started to receive. And I’ll major in computer science. I’m good at that, too. I’m now in my senior year of high school and my sister is a sophomore in college.

Before my sister went off to college, she had a lot of girl friends that spent a lot of time at our house. They would go into her room and I’d hear a lot of giggling and laughing. They seemed to spend all their time talking about clothes and popular singers and useless things. I’ll have to admit that I steered clear of them, wanted nothing to do with them. They were just silly. Now, when she’s home, they still seem to gather here and they still seem to be interested in useless things. But there also is talk about boy friends and lots of whispering. And I’d be willing to have more to do with them now. At least some of them. Because they’re very, very foxy. Particularly Lisa.

Lisa is from our general neighborhood, lives a couple blocks away. She and my sister have always been friends. But now, Lisa is just plain gorgeous. She is built. There isn’t a millimeter of her body that isn’t curved. It’s like she has more insides than skin and she’s ripe, everything is curves. And curves in the most amazing ways. Great legs. Lots of shape. I’ve seen her in bathing suits. Perfect butt. All round and firm. And tits. Wow! They’re what other girls must wish they had. I’ve watched porn stuff on the net recently and Lisa has a body better than anything I’ve ever seen. She could be a porn star if she wanted to. She’s also pretty. Blond, blue eyes, lovely full lips, good chin. She smiles a lot, laughs a lot.

Maybe I think of Lisa like that because she’s always nice to me. I mean, my sister and the other girls almost ignore me but Lisa is always, “Hi, Rob,” and she always touches me. Feels my arms and comments on my muscle. My sister said, once, “Lisa, do you have to try and seduce every guy in the world, that’s my little brother.” Lisa replied, “He isn’t little any more, take a look at him.”

Needless to say, I masturbate thinking of Lisa. I realize she’s older and she’s probably just teasing but she’s what I think of when I think of sex. I date some at school. I’ve even got pretty involved with one girl., Barbara. Kissing and feeling. I’m pretty sure we’ll actually do it sometime soon. I’ve felt her bare breasts and the hair on her bare pussy and she’s felt my bare cock. She seems to really like doing what we’ve been doing.

Today’s my eighteenth birthday. Several of my friends from school are at my house, guys and girls. Barbara is here. We have some fun but my parents are around and we never get very wild or anything and so it all breaks up and I’m taking Barbara home. We’re in my car and she suggests we go park near the lake for awhile. Which is fine with me, that means we’re going to get involved with each other again. We kiss and feel around and I have my hand inside her panties, feeling her down there and she actually has my cock out of my fly and is feeling it.

“Rob, I really want to do more and I know you do, too. But I’m not ready to actually fuck, to lose my virginity. I don’t know, it scares me some.”

I let her know that it’s o.k., that I do want to do more but I don’t want to force her to do anything she doesn’t want to. Then she surprises me.

“I’ve heard other girls talk and maybe if we just had oral sex it would be o.k. I mean I can’t get pregnant that way and maybe it would satisfy you. And satisfy me. What do you think?”

I’m ready for anything by now. “Yes, I’d like that. I don’t know how but I’d sure be willing to try. We should probably take some clothes off, shouldn’t we?”

“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that. I guess you can’t do anything unless I do, can you? So, yeah, I guess we should.”

“I want to be able to get to your bare breasts as well as your bare pussy, so at least your panties and bra should come off and your blouse should either be open or off. I’ll take my pants and boxers off. O.k?”

“Well,” she says, “If we’re going to do that, maybe we should just take everything off.”

I think she’s already thought of this, is a step ahead of me. So I just start getting my clothes off. mecidiyeköy eskort It’s dark but not totally so I can see a little of her. She has a great body. “Barbara, you have a beautiful body,” I tell her. With that, she’s on me. We’re kissing and for the first time I can feel naked breasts pressing against me, can feel her pubic hair on my thigh, can feel her arms around my naked back. It’s very sexy. Then before I’ve even figured out what to do next, she has my cock in her mouth. She’s holding it with one hand and has the top several inches in her mouth. I can feel her licking and sucking.

She looks up at me, “Is this right?” she asks, ‘Am I doing this right?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before. But it sure seems right to me,” She’s got me back in her mouth. I can hear her sort of slobbering and sucking and licking and I know I’m not going to last long. “Barbara, I think I’m going to cum,”

She doesn’t seem to hear, just keeps grasping me and licking and sucking me and then I can feel it coming up and I shoot off into her mouth. She almost jumps back and just stares as I shoot off sperm. She’s got it on her face, her hand and I’ve got it on me.

“Oh.” she says, still holding my cock. “I didn’t expect that. “She looks at me. “What am I supposed to do when that happens?”

“Did you get any in your mouth?

“Well, yeah, a lot.”

“What did you do with it?”

“I swallowed, just so I could breath, without even thinking.”

“How did it taste?”

“Well, sort of goopy but no strong taste.”

“Well, probably, the best thing then is to just keep my cock in your mouth and swallow it all.”

“Oh.” pause. “Yeah, probably so.” Then she looks at me and smiles. “Next time.”

I pull her up and kiss her and get my hands on her breasts. We’re sort of sticking to one another from my cum but I move her around so that I’m sort of over her and I get down a little and get my mouth to her breasts. I feel one and hold the other so I can get my mouth to it. I lick the nipple and suck on it. She moans. I move to the other one and do it. She moans some more. I kiss down over her stomach. Now, I’ve got to figure out how I get my face up between her legs, into her crotch, but she solves it for me, practically sitting back on her shoulders and pushing her bottom up in the air. As I get down there, she puts one leg over my shoulder. It’s too dark to see what I’m doing. I get my fingers to her and feel until I find the way in, then I pull her open a little with both hands and I get my mouth to her and shove my tongue into her. I start licking, moving my tongue inside her. She moans even more than when I sucked her breasts. I know her clit is up a little so I lick up some and feel around with my tongue. I must have hit something because the moan became a catch in her breath and sort of an “Ugh” so I move my tongue back and forth. She’s really moaning, ughing, whatever, I don’t think there’s a way to spell her sounds. I’ve read about this so I slide two fingers into her opening, just below my chin and keep on licking back and forth on a little worm-like shape I feel. Then there’s sort of a shriek from her, her hand pushes on the back of my head, holding me to her, and I feel a bunch of fluid around my fingers. I pull them out, lower my mouth just a little and try to suck her whole pussy into my mouth. I can feel all around my mouth getting sticky. Her hand leaves my head and her whole body sort of relaxes, so I move a little. Her leg comes off my shoulder and I get up over her to kiss her while I feel one breast.

My God,” she says, “How can actually fucking be any more than that? I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.” She gets her hands on either side of my head and kisses me again. “You’re all sticky from me,” she says.

“That’s o.k., you’re all sticky from me,” I tell her and kiss her again.

Well, we finally get almost dressed again and I take her home and we kiss a lot more.

The next day, Barbara and I talk at school and agree to go out again the coming weekend. After school, I’m walking home and Lisa comes walking up to me. I’ve never run into her before on my way home but it’s not a total surprise, she lives nearby. “Rob,” she says, “It’s your eighteenth birthday isn’t it?”

“Well,yeah, I had my birthday party last night.”

“And you didn’t invite me?” I sort of don’t know what to say so I say nothing. “Well I have a present for you.”

“A present for me?”

“Yeah, One I think you’re going to really like.”

We’re at my house and she indicates we should go in. My parents won’t be home for about two hours and she knows it. Inside she says, “We should go up to your room.”

So we do. She’s touching me all through this, feeling my arm, my shoulder. escort bayan That’s the way she is, sort of a touchy-feely person. Then, in my room, she says, “I should unwrap your present.” And she unbuttons her blouse and takes it off. Then she reaches back behind herself and unfastens her bra and takes it off. Those luscious, beautiful breasts are bare in front of me for the first time and they’re even better than I had ever imagined. Big, round, dark pink nipples, Then her skirt is shoved down and she’s pushing her panties down and she’s naked. Completely naked. The sexiest girl in the world is naked! “I’m your present. I want you to enjoy me while I enjoy you. I want to suck you and fuck you and you to eat me and fuck me. Get your clothes off, Rob, so I can get at you.”

Before I’m fully naked, she’s kneeling in front of me and pulling down my boxers. She smiles when she sees my cock and grabs hold of it. Staring at it she says, “First Rob, I want to make you happy. I’m going to enjoy this a lot, you have a lovely cock, Rob.” And with that, it disappears into her mouth. I mean the whole thing. It must be down into her throat or something. I don’t know what fucking feels like but it must be a lot like this, my cock into her mouth and throat. Then she moves her head back and my cock sort of bounces some as it’s released. “Let’s get these clothes out of the way, Rob and let me show you what a professional blow job is.” She’s kissing my legs, my thighs, sucking on my balls, licking my cock, jerking me off with her hand. Then, her hand still working me, the head and a couple more inches are in her mouth and I can feel her licking and sucking. I can’t last long with her doing this. She keeps working me, one hand playing with my balls, the other sliding back and forth a little on the base of my cock, her mouth working on about four inches of me.

“Lisa, I’m going to cum,” I tell her. Her eyes look up at me for a moment but her mouth never stops working. She moves her one hand and takes more and more of my cock into her mouth. Again, it must be into her throat when I start shooting off. She slowly slides a little of my cock out of her mouth while her lips keep sucking me and her tongue licks me. I can feel her draining everything I have out of me. Then she sits back a little and looks at my cock and smiles, then leans forward and sucks it into her mouth again and licks it some more. Then she stands up and puts her arms around my neck.

“I made you happy, now make me happy, Rob. Enjoy this body.” She maneuvers me over to my bed and we lay down and I get my hands to those perfect breasts of hers as I kiss her. She kisses back. Then I’m down to her breasts, kissing and licking and sucking and feeling them. I’m surprised, they’re softer than I thought. The way they stand up and out I figured they were muscle and they’re not. But they’re amazing and I do everything I can to them. She’s almost purring, enjoying what I’m doing. Then I kiss down over her stomach. A very flat stomach, muscular. She must work out. As I get down there, her legs spread wide and her knees move up almost to her shoulders and I can see every single bit of her pussy. Blond hair. Darker than her head but definitely blond, almost all above her pussy. Dark pink, sort of wrinkled lips, clean. Maybe she shaves them. Beautiful. I use my hands to pull her open. She’s all pink inside. I lean in, shove my tongue into her. “Aah, yes,” she says and as I lick around she says “yes” several times. I lick up to find her clit. I pull my face back slightly to look and find it. It’s hard to tell, it’s a pink/red shape among pink/red flesh but it’s there and I lick it with my tongue. An “aah” from her. I lick back down into her and then up again. I pull back every once in a while to look at what I’m working on. Her insides look almost as if they’re turning inside out, getting engorged or something, puffing up. I really like this. I like all the sounds she’s making, too. She likes what I’m doing.

“Suck my clit, Rob. Pull on it with your lips. Work on it. Make me cum, Rob.”

That’s what I do. I bring a couple fingers up and slide them into her as I work on her clit. I finger fuck her. Not real fast but feeling around inside her as my fingers move in and out. Finally her “aahs” start running together into a constant low scream and I can feel juices around my fingers so I move my mouth down as I did with Barbara and try to suck up whatever she’s putting out. I suck almost her whole pussy into my mouth.

Her hands, are on either side of my head, urging me away. “Rob, you’re great. You’re really good at that. You liked it didn’t you?”

“I loved it, Lisa. You have a fantastic body.”

“Fuck me, Rob. Get that monster of yours into me.”

She helps aim me in and I push my bayrampaşa escort way. I’m surprised it’s so tight. I didn’t realize it would be so difficult to force my cock into her. But I’m finally all the way in.

“You feel so good in there, Rob. Fuck me. Really fuck me.”

I pull back and push in. Again. Then again. Her arms are around my back, her feet on the bed, pushing her hips up at me as I push into her. “Faster, Rob. Harder. Don’t be bashful. Really fuck me. Bang into me.” So I do. I work at it. Our bodies are bashing into one another. She’s pushing back almost as hard as I’m pushing into her. She’s grunting on each stroke. I can feel her one hand is down between us working on her clit. I’m surprised how long we keep going. Finally her grunts start getting louder and running together until she lets out a moan/scream sound and I can feel her insides sort of rippling on my cock, squeezing and letting go, like it’s milking me, which makes me cum and I shoot everything I have left into her.

I’m laying on her, holding up some of my weight on my arms. She has her legs almost around me, holding me to her. “I knew you’d be good, Rob. You have a great body. I just had to wait until you were legal. How’d you like your birthday present?”

“It isn’t over yet, is it?”

“I don’t know, Rob. Is it? I want more if you can do more.”

“Well, not right away. From everything I’ve read, we should probably take a shower together. My feeling your beautiful body should get me ready again.” She smiles and lifts her head a little and kisses me. I pull my butt back a little and feel me slide out of her. She lowers her legs and I roll off to the side. I put a hand on a breast and one on her stomach. “Lisa, your body is perfect. I’ve jerked off thinking of you over and over. So actually being with you is great. You’re even better than I had ever imagined.”

We shower together, Feel each other’s bodies. I lick her pussy as I wash her, she sucks my cock as she washes me. I’m up and hard and she lifts a leg and sort of jumps up on me. “Fuck me Rob, get it in me, now.” I bend my knees to lower myself slightly and get aimed into her and raise up, the warm water running on both of us, and push all the way up into her again. She gets her other leg up and is wrapped around my hips. I lean her back against the tile wall to help support her and start fucking her. I’m glad the water is running on us, otherwise I’d be perspiring, I’m working so hard on her, Pounding up into her, lifting her body a little on each stroke. She’s just saying “yes” over and over. I finally stop fucking her, I’ve fucked enough, even though I haven’t cum. We get out of the tub and I grab a couple towels but as she’s drying me she says, “Lay down, Rob.” I do and the next thing I know, she’s atop me and her pussy is coming down on my mouth and I can feel her mouth on my cock.

I eat her as forcefully as I can, finding her clit and licking and sucking on it. My hands are holding onto her big, full, firm ass and she’s working my cock like it’s her last meal. Then she almost jumps free and moves around and sits on my cock, taking it up into her. Her arms are in each side of me and she’s moving her hips and fucking me now, leaning over me. I use my wrestling muscles to lift my head up and get my mouth to a breast and suck on her nipple as I use a free hand to tweak the other nipple. Soon I can feel her insides working on me again and she sits up straight and makes an odd, animal-like throaty roar or scream and I can feel her juices coming on me and then I cum, too, shooting up into her. I doubt if there’s much more there by now, though.

She collapses on me and we kiss. I can feel her breasts on me. She moves her hips and my cock slides out of her and she stands, looking down at me. “I bet I liked that at least as much as you did, probably more. Happy birthday, Rob.” Then she walked out. When I got up and came into my bedroom, she had her panties and bra on and was pulling her skirt up. “I remember my first time, Rob. You’re probably going to think this is love. it isn’t. It’s just sex. I’m not a good person. I like sex too much. So don’t make me into something I’m not. I’ve fucked too many times by now. But this was very, very good. You’re good, Rob. Maybe you better not tell your sister, she’ll hate me. But I’ve wanted to do this for some time. We may never see each other again.”

“I’d like to do this again if we could. Or more often than just again.”

“I don’t know, Rob. That’s probably not a good idea. Let’s see if this doesn’t manage to get us both out of each other’s systems. You can quit fantasizing about me and I can quit wanting to experience you.”

She leaves. I’m still naked. My cock shriveled. The phone rings. It’s Barbara. She wants to get together with me again this evening, doesn’t want to wait for the weekend, tells me that last night was so perfect. And that she’ll bring a couple condoms. I tell her, yeah, I want to, too. What is it that’s supposed to get you ready again? I wonder, do we have any oysters?

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The Young , The Beautiful

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Patrick was just like any other young man, dreaming of the future and dreaming of women. One woman in particular was his friend and coworker Norine. They both were lifeguards at a country club pool and both were very attractive. Patrick was about 5-8, 150 pounds and with quite definite muscles. Norine was about 5’7 115 pounds. She was a cheerful young woman with beautiful , curly, red-orange hair and a slender petite figure. Patrick was the star of his basketball team while Norine was an all-state swimmer, not to mention both were in the top 5 in their class.

They were friends, and occasionally their eyes would stray towards one another and get caught in their stares. However, it wasn’t til their fourth of July work weekend that things took a different turn. Both were scheduled to work the busy weekend, but an unexpected storm blew in leaving the two bored and patronless.

“What are we gonna do now, we don’t get off til 6,” acquired Norine as the two ducked under the shaded cabana to avoid the rain.

“I bet we could find something to do, ” said Patrick with a provokative smile. He loved to test girls imaginations and see if they would think the same naughty thoughts he did. He had never really had a girlfriend and was still a virgin, despite his good looks and charm, mecidiyeköy escort he just never really felt right. This was different. As he stared into Norine’s beautiful light blue eyes and she responded with the same provocative smile, he couldn’t help but wonder. Would she? Here? No, she’s too much of a good girl.

“Lets go into the poolhouse, nobody will be here for awhile,” Norine said as she as she stepped out into the rain and jogged into the poolhouse. Patrick couldn’t help but notice her tight ass as she jogged ahead of him. Oh, what he would do to that. They stepped into the poolhouse and Norine laid down across the couch in the lounge.

“Ah, isn’t it great to not have to work today, now we can sit in here and just do whatever we want.” said Norine. Patrick turned around quickly at those words, staring into her eyes. He walked up so he was standing right in front of her.

“Norine, are you thinking what I’m thinking? acquired Patrick as his cock slowly pushed against his shorts.

“Well, ” Norine said feeling her bikini bottom slowly moisten and her nipples push against her top. She didn’t have to say another word for Patrick pulled her up and kissed her passionately, his hands moving to the strings that held her bikini up. He pulled it kağıthane escort off revealing her very small but perfectly round breasts. Locked in passionate kissing he eased her onto the couch and started rubbing and pinching her now fully erect nipples. Norine moaned as the pleasure shot through her body. She was a virgin who had never experienced a man before, but now was as good a time as any and Patrick was just the one to take her.

“Oh, Patrick, fuck me now please! I can’t wait any longer! screamed Norine. Patrick didn’t hesitate as he let his shorts drop revealing his fully erect 8 inch penis. He slid Norines bottom down past her feet showing her hairy red-orange bush that was now almost fully soaked. Patrick ran his fingers through her bush and over her pulsating clit making Norine gasp in surprise.

“Please, fuck me Patrick, I want that huge cock of yours in me.!” Patrick ignored her comments mesmerized by the beauty of her pussy and its intoxicating aroma. He slowly slid one finger into her very tight pussy making Norine squirm with pleasure. He eased it in and out a couple of times then placed the tip of his cock on her clit.

“Ah, don’t tease me, I need …. ahhh!, ” cried Norine and before she could finish her sentence Patrick thrust his beşiktaş escort cock in about 3 inches before hitting a block. Norine was now breathing very hard. Patrick eased out a little then gave a very hard thrust so that his hole 8 inches were plugged deep inside the petite Norine. She screamed in pain and a tear rolled down her cheek but as Patrick pulled back and then forward again her pain was replaced with a pleasure she had never experienced before.

“Oh….yeah….it feels….so…good!” said Norine between breaths.

“Yeah, well I’m gonna make you cum.” said Patrick between thrusts. He had been going casually for about 10 minutes then picked up Norine and sat back on the couch while she straddled his cock. Now he took her left nipple in his mouth revolving his tongue while every now in then taking a nibble. His other hand was fixed on her clit rubbing away. Norine grinded up and down taking the full 8 inches in everytime. Patrick could have sworn someone could have heard her scream all the way down the block.. Her breathing soon became extremely rapid.

“Ah….Ah…. I’m….cummmminnnng ” she screamed as her head flew back as her whole body shuddered with ecstacy. Patrick could feel the flood of her juices over his cock as her pussy contracted and squeezed. This brought on this orgasm and he laid her down and pulled out spraying jet after jet of warm cum over her soaked bush and tight abs. They collapsed next to each other in the aftermath of both of their amazing orgasms. Their first times couldn’t have been a more incredible experience.

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Tomboy Ch. 03

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Be sure to read “Tomboy Chapters 1 and 2” before starting this story. Things turn for the worst as the basketball games begin after the Christmas break. Everyone in the story is at least 18 years of age. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author.


Tina tried to waste as much time as possible eating breakfast and cleaning up her mess on the table. She actually read the morning newspaper all the way instead of just the comics but had finally had reached the point where she had to go upstairs. With her ear on the door she first thought Jo and Tom had fallen back asleep until she heard him moan and her giggle. Shit they had been at it for over two hours now.

Another hour was gone as she moved into her room and showered. She took her time combing her hair and even putting on nail polish. “That’s it,” she said aloud as she moved down the hallway and tapped on her parent’s bedroom door.

“Hey you two,” she said, “are you taking a break to eat?” She didn’t hear anything so she knocked louder and yelled, “I’M COMING IN!” She waited a minute and opened the door. On the bed was a large mound of bed covers and sheets. She walked over and saw Jo’s foot sticking out. “HEY! YOU TWO HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK!” she yelled as she shook the bare foot. Jo stuck her head out and smiled.

“Never! I’m staying under here my whole life,” she giggled and pulled the sheet over her again.

‘Well, you might not like it when my parents come home tomorrow and climb in with you two,” Tina laughed.

“Do we have too?” Tom asked from underneath the covering. His mouth was moving back and forth on Jo’s nipples like a windshield wiper.

“Yes,” Tina laughed. “Come on out and take a quick shower and I mean quickly. I have to wash the sheets.”

“You’re a party pooper,” Jo said as she tossed off the sheets and climbed from the bed totally naked. Tom was right behind her as they ran into the bathroom.

“When do I get some action?” Tina asked. Although others had thought she was not a virgin she really was and was anxious to loose that distinction.


“Where have you been?” Grandma Bell asked Tom as he dragged himself through the front door.

“Billie’s,” he lied.

“Is that so?” she grinned. “Well, Billie stopped by here an hour ago and wanted to know if you wanted to shoot some hoops with him.”

“I….a,” he stuttered.

“I hope you weren’t with that hussy,” she said as she walked away from him.

“No Grandma it was the hussy’s sister,” he thought.

Tom made it downstairs and dropped hard on the sofa for some rest. For almost four hours Jo and he experimented in everyway they could think of. It was the first time in his teen life he could not have a hard-on if a beautiful naked woman stood before him. He quickly fell off to sleep.


Only Karen was home when Jo walked slowly into her house. “Hi,” she grinned at her twin sister.

“It must have been a good party,” Karen said. She looked to see the shoulder strap of her dress hanging down her sister’s arm.

“The party was not so great but what happened later was,” Jo smiled.

Karen dropped the Glamour Magazine she was reading. “Oh no, you didn’t do it before me. Tell me you are still a virgin.”

“Sorry,” Jo lied. “I tried to hold back but he was just too hot.”

“Tom of course,” Karen said as she remembered his long penis. “I’m surprised you can still walk.”

“It’s not easy,” she laughed as she pretended to fall.

“I can’t believe my Tomboy Sister got laid before me,” Karen said with her face in her hands. “Was it good?”

“The first thirty minutes was not so great but the next three and one half hours were fantastic.”


“She did what for four hours?” Their mom asked as she walked into the house from the garage.

Jo gave Karen a dirty look. “Basketball,” she lied.

“So what, I’ve seen you down at the park all day before.”

“Shooting foul shots,” Jo said adding to her lie.

“Oh,” her mom said as she moved to the kitchen counter setting down a bag of groceries. “Will you two bring in the rest of the bags from my trunk?”

“Would you do it?” Jo begged her sister. “I’m too tired.”

“Hell no,” Karen said visibly upset.

Jo tossed down her purse and walked slowly into the garage.


School was starting the next day so Tom spent most of the time getting his school supplies all lined up. He had called Jo three times but her mom said she was still asleep. It was almost four o’clock when she finally called him back.

“Hi,” she said. “Sorry I didn’t call you back sooner.”

“That’s ok; I guess I tired you out huh?”

“No, I tired you out,” she laughed. “My parents are home.”

“Mine too,” he said realizing they really didn’t have a good place to be alone. “Do you want to shoot some hoops?”

“I was hoping to do something else,” she giggled.

“Why Jo, escort şişli I thought hoops was your number one love,” he joked.

“It was until you came to town,” she said. “Meet me at the park in fifteen minutes.”

“OK,” he said as he hung up. GRANDMA DO YOU HAVE ANY VITAMINS THAT I CAN TAKE?” he yelled at her in the next room.

“Quit shouting I’m not deaf,” she said as she walked past him to the kitchen. “Here,” she said while handing him a bottle of One-A-Day Vitamins for Seniors.

“I can’t take these. These are for old people,” he laughed.

She smiled. “You are a senior right?”

“Yes, but…” he laughed. “You got me on that one.”

“Now why does a young man like you suddenly want vitamins?” she asked with a sly grin.

“I think you already know,” he whispered as he kissed her on her cheek. He grabbed the vitamins and ran into the kitchen for a glass of water.

“I do,” she smiled. “I just don’t know which girl.”


Tom made it to the park just as a few young kids were leaving. He looked around for Jo but did not see her.

“Over here,” he heard her voice. He glanced around the bleachers and saw her leaning up against a small building used to store the park equipment and supplies.

“What are you doing back here?” He looked down to see her wearing a skirt. “I thought we were going to shoot hoops?” She did not have a basketball.

“No, I just said to meet me at the park,” she smiled. She pushed open the door to the small building and walked inside. “Are you coming in?”

“I thought you were gay,” he joked as he moved by her to allow her to close the door behind him. He refocused his eyes in the dim light and saw some bags of ground cover in the corner where Jo was now sitting.

“If I was gay I would not be doing this,” she laughed as she reached up under her dress and pulled down the skimpy white panties. She twirled them on her finger. “Or this?” She tossed the panties on the bag next to her and leaned back as she pulled up the short skirt. When her glistening blonde bush appeared she stopped.

“Do you think it’s safe to do this here?” he asked. He moved forward and then down to his knees in front of her knees.

“Yes,” she said as her legs opened wide to allow his face between them. Of all the sex so far the oral sex he did on her was the absolute best.

“Tell me when to stop,” he laughed.

“It will be a while,” Jo moaned as his tongue licked up her dripping slit. She closed her eyes while running her fingers through his long dark hair. Right now her scholarship to college did not enter her mind. Only his tongue and his love for her mattered.

“Stop,” she said which surprised him. He moved back and looked at her. She giggled. “I was hoping for something bigger than your tongue.”

“Oh,” he laughed. “I think I have just what you want.”

Jo watched as he stood up and unzipped his fly. She moved onto her back on the soft bags and waited for him and his weapon to mount her. Her muscular legs wrapped around his hips as he slowly pushed deeply inside of her.

“Oh Tom,” she moaned as he completely filled her up. Some other kids came into the park to shoot but were far enough away not to hear Jo’s final cry of pleasure.


It was dark when Jo and Tom left their sex shed. “Do you want to come by my house tomorrow morning at 8:00AM to walk to school with me?” Jo asked.

“Yes, but our secret will be out when everyone sees us together,” he said as he kissed her one last time that day.

“Good, I don’t want any of the girls get any ideas about stealing you from me,” she laughed.

“See you in the morning,” Tom said as they parted. Jo blew him a kiss.


“Come on let’s go,” Karen said to her sister as they waited on the steps of their house.

“I’m waiting for Tom,” Jo said smiling.

“God, this is so sickening. I never thought you would ever act like this.”

“You’re just jealous,” Jo grinned. She saw Tom turn the corner and waved.

“Whatever,” Karen grunted as she took off. She didn’t want to be seen with the two lovebirds.

“Hi,” Jo said as she dropped her books and hugged him into her body.

They kissed for a minute until he pushed back. “We have to get to school you know.” He looked down at the plaid skirt she was wearing. “I just can’t get used to you wearing a skirt not even a school uniform.”

“Don’t you like it?” she teased as she twirled around not caring if the skirt moved above her plain white panties.

“Geez Jo, be careful. We are in front of your house.”

“My parents are already gone. Why don’t we go inside?” She giggled.

“We have to go to school,” Tom said as he turned and walked ahead of her. This was not the same girl he had met a few weeks ago.

“Wait up!” she yelled.


Ellis waited in the parking lot behind a big white van for Tom. He woke up at the party Saturday evening with a large knot on his head and remembered how the new hick boy pulled him off of Jo’s merter escort body before he could enter her. It was revenge time and he didn’t care if he got kicked off the team or not. Finally around the corner he saw Jo and Tom walking towards him.

“Hey asshole,” Ellis said as he jumped out in front of him. “I think you owe me an apology.”

At first Tom was startled but quickly calmed down. “Ellis I don’t want to get into this with you right now. If you want to meet at the park later I’ll gladly do it.”

“Fuck off Ellis,” Jo said as she stepped between the two boys. She pushed Ellis until his body crashed back against the van.

“Stay out of this bitch,” Ellis said as he moved forward and looked her eye to eye. “This is between Tom and I.”

“Not really,” Jo smiled just before she brought her knee upward into his groin. She got him directly into his balls.

“OH FUCK!” Ellis cried out as he grabbed his nuts. “OH SHIT!” He curled over into a ball.

“Come on,” Jo said to Tom as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into the school.

“Jo, I don’t need you to fight my battles,” he said embarrassed that he had not handled Ellis.

“You forget that he was about to rape me on Saturday night?” she said as she kissed him on the cheek. “The office is down that way. See you at lunchtime.”

Tom knew now he would have to watch his back and also knew the word would be out that Jo fought his battles. He moved into the office and saw Father Tim waiting for him. “I’ve got all your paperwork ready. Practice is after the last class.”

“Thank you Father,” Tom said. There were some quirks for being on the team.

By the time he got out of the office the homeroom period was over and most of the first period. He knocked on the door of the classroom and a gorgeous teacher opened the door. “You must be Tom,” she said smiling. “Come on in.” Word was already around the school that Jo Thompson had a boyfriend and it was the new boy handsome from the sticks.

Tom walked in and saw Billie by the window who waved for him to sit next to him. He sat down embarrassed that everyone was looking at him and whispering.

“I heard Jo kicked Ellis in the nuts this morning.” Billie whispered.

“How did the word get around so fast?” Tom whispered back.

“You forget this is a Catholic School. The news is very fast.”

Tom shook his head and looked at the teacher. On the chalkboard was her name, Ms. Lockett.

Suddenly the girl in front of him turned around. “Hi.”

Tom realized it was May who he had almost fucked at the party. “Hi,” he replied.

Tom was lucky because Billie was in most of his classes. The rest of the morning went pretty good however the class before lunch had both Jo and Ellis in it.

“Sit by me,” Jo whispered when he walked into the room. Tom noticed Billie walk to the back of the room.

“I think I’m sitting in the back,” he said hoping she would not be mad. About half way through the class he got a note from Ellis. “Does Jo fight all of your fights?”

Tom crushed the note in his palm and tossed it into the garbage can next to Ellis. He just smiled.


Tom followed Billie into the large lunchroom and saw the other guys on the team sitting alone in the corner. After they moved through the food line they headed to the long table.

“He’s not invited,” Calvin said to Billie.

“Bullshit,” Billie said to the team captain. “You have no idea what went down at the party so shut the fuck up.” It was the first time anyone had stood up to Calvin before.

Calvin looked as shock as the rest of them. He turned to Ellis. “What happened, Ellis?”

“Nothing,” Ellis lied. “He got pissed because his bitch wanted me to fuck her.”

Tom dropped his tray on the table and lunged across but Ellis jumped back. “Lying asshole.”

“What’s going on over here?” Father Tim asked as he walked over to stop whatever was going on.

“Nothing father,” Tom said cooling down.

“Well whatever it is you better resolve it before practice today,” Father said looking suspiciously at Ellis. He knew Ellis had a shady side to him.

“Yes Father,” Ellis said looking down.

Tom sat down in front of his food tray and dared anyone to ask him to move away. Billie sat down next to him and they did not speak to anyone else.

About 15 minutes later Jo walked over and sat down next to Tom. “You ok?” she whispered.

“Jo not now,” Tom said. He didn’t want the other guys to think Jo would take up for him. “Meet me outside in the hall in five minutes.”

“Ok,” she said smiling. For the first time Jo had a boyfriend and the other girls were envious.


“What happened?” she asked Tom when he came out.

“Ellis lied to the team about what happened Saturday night,” Tom said. “I was going to kill him.”

“Thanks,” she grinned. A boy had never stood up for her before. “Can I see you after school?”

“We have practice.”

“That’s at four. We will have fifteen minutes.” istanbul escort

“I better not. I need to get dressed and do some warm-ups. I’ll see you after practice.” Tom looked around and leaned in to quickly kiss her. A couple of freshmen girls walked by and giggled.


Tom walked into the locker room and saw John who motioned for him to come over by his locker. “Use this one,” he said smiling. At least Tom had two friends on the team.

Ellis came in and glanced Tom’s way but quickly got dressed and went out onto the gym floor.

“Over here,” Father Tim said to the boys in the center of the court. “From now on this team is a family. If you don’t want to be a family then leave right now.” He glanced at Ellis who looked away. “Calvin work with Tom on our offensive plays for the next half-hour. The rest of you run some sprints. On the line,” he said smiling.

Tom and Calvin walked over to the other basket. “We basically do a four man motion offense with the big man in the middle. Paul moves along the baseline to get open and if we have an open shot we take it. I hear you can shot the ball.”

“Some,” Tom said modestly.

“Well right now we can use you because the other teams constantly double-team me.” Calvin bragged. “If you can knock down a couple of shots maybe I can get some space.”

Tom smiled because he had the same problem back in Clarkton. He was constantly being double-teamed. For the next thirty minutes Calvin showed Tom how the motion offense worked and told him they always play zone except for when the other team takes the ball out from under their basket. It was basically what he was used to at Clarkton.

“OK,” Father Tim said. “On Friday night we play Trinity Catholic who embarrassed us at their gym last month. They are in first place and we are tied for second. We need this game if we have any hope of winning our conference.” He broke the team up and put Tom on the second unit and as bad luck would have it he had to guard Ellis.

“Get ready for me to kick your ass,” Ellis said smiling as they lined up for the tip.

“Bring it on,” Tom smiled back.

Tom realized quickly that there was a large drop of talent from the first team to the second team. Calvin, Billie and John handed themselves very well and within minutes the first team was leading 8 to 0. Tom had not tried a shot.

“What’s wrong country boy? Can’t play with the city kids?” Ellis laughed. As Ellis made his smart-ass remark Tom cut in front of him and swiped the ball. He drove into the hoop uncontested. Tom only smiled at Ellis as they ran back down the floor.

“Nice steal,” Billie commented as he dribbled up to Tom. Billie whipped the ball over Tom’s reach to a cutting John who stuffed the ball into the hoop.

“Nice pass,” Tom said to Billie as they went the other way.

Ellis was now in Tom’s face as he tried to get open for a pass. He was also grabbing and pushing every chance he had. If it were a real game he would have fouled out by now. Tom figured he could do the same as he pushed Ellis to the left and moved around him to the right. He got the pass at the top of the key and immediately shot. The ball hit nothing but net. Score: Starters 8, Tom 5.

The second team realized quickly that Tom was the scorer so they kept feeding him the ball every chance they got. He hit another three from the corner and a break away lay-up on another steal. Score: Starters 15, Tom 14.

“You should try some teamwork,” Ellis jabbed at him when he shot up another three that bounced around the rim before falling out.

“You should try to score,” Tom laughed. So far he had held the asshole scoreless.

Calvin could see Tom getting all the attention and suddenly started to force up shots. He missed four shots in a row and when Tom fed another kid on a breakaway suddenly the second team was winning.

Suddenly Father Tim blew his whistle. “Tom, you and Ellis switch teams.”

Tom smiled and pulled off his shirt to be skins while Ellis groaned as he put on his practice shirt.

“It didn’t take you very long,” Billie laughed as he moved to the starters who were going back on defense.

Tom knew he would make a better impression on Calvin and the rest of the team if he did all he could to get balanced scoring. On the next trip down the court on offense Tom caught the ball at the top of the key and instead of hitting his favorite three-pointer tossed the ball to John who had cut under to rebound. The ball hit John in the back because he was not expecting it. “Sorry,” Tom said as he hit his chest with his fist. “My fault.”

“No, it was mine,” John said as they ran back on D. “I should have expected it.”

At 6’3″ Tom had little trouble guarding Ellis who tossed up two air balls in a row. He could see the other boy getting really frustrated.

Father blew the whistle again. “Take a ten minute break.”

Tom followed the starters to the large water bottle and took some sips. He was not in playing shape because of the move to the city and was still tired from his hot session with Jo at Tina’s house. He sat down next to John. “Next time I get the ball at the top of the key look for an ally-op.”

“Sure,” John said smiling. Normally the offense did not include him in a lot of plays.

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Cindy was a college freshman. Blonde hair, freckles, blue eyes and a good body with extra large breasts, she was a looker all right. But still so innocent and inexperienced. A Catholic girls high school education helped ensure that.

She’d dated some, kissed a few boys, but always stopped the action before it got too hot. Cindy was what you’d call a “good girl.” She also hated telling the priest in confession about anything sexual. That priest at her church seemed to enjoy hearing stories about touching and the “impure thoughts” of an 18 year old, so it was just easier to be good.

However, a train ride home from Manhattan to Brooklyn on the New York City subway system one evening changed her life for good.

She stood at the pole on the crowded train, one arm full of books, the other wrapped around the pole. She was thinking about one hot boy in her literature class – Brian. He filled her up with all kinds of tingles and strange feelings aksaray escort she’d never felt about anyone before.

As she stood there in deep thought about Brian, she began feeling warm inside and began to feel a tingle in her pussy. As the train began to twist and turn through its underground tunnels, she felt something that she knew was not her imagination. It couldn’t be. It felt like a hand, purposefully working its way up her leg.

Cindy panicked. She had heard of the perverts that ride on the New York City subway system. She wanted to tell him to stop. Or to shove him away. But, she was too embarrassed to draw any attention to her plight. And a little bit of her, to her shock and amazement, actually was enjoying the experience.

As his hand rose to the top of her bare thigh (it was September, still too hot to start wearing pantyhose again) she could feel her breathing become shallower. Her pussy was beginning to throb and topkapı escort she was feeling some wetness now. Surely, other people on the train could see what was happening. Someone would come to her aid. Perhaps a transit cop would come through the car. But that would be just too embarrassing also. Her stop would come soon and she’d get off the train and the ordeal would be over.

She found herself hoping that the train ride wouldn’t end too soon, though. What was she thinking? Was she actually enjoying this?

She managed to turn her head around for a moment – just to get a glimpse of who this perverted subway rider was.

She saw him. A tall, rather muscular Hispanic man with deep, chocolate brown eyes. Eyes that grabbed her and held her there – staring – for a little too long. She saw the wry grin work its way onto his face. She wanted to smile back. She could feel the redness and heat rising from her neck to the top sarıyer escort of her head. She knew he could see that.

As he plunged one finger, then two, deep into her pussy, his gaze became intense. His smile was gone. He owned her body that moment.

She looked down at her blouse. She could see her nipples standing upright, trying to poke their way through her bra and the fabric of her silky shirt.

Please let this end soon. Please let this go on forever. She didn’t know how she felt anymore.

As she began to move in rhythm with her stranger and the moving train, she wanted it to continue. She glanced back at him again. He was smiling again – a big, toothy grin. He knew she had surrendered to him. He knew she could be his if he wanted more.

She knew it too.

As the train pulled into a station, about two stops before hers, he withdrew his fingers from her wetness. He walked toward the doors of the train, just ready to open. Before he got off the subway car, he looked over at her and licked his fingers, grinning at her.

The doors opened, he stepped off the train.

She stood there, heart pounding.

As the doors were ready to close, Cindy stepped off the train too.

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I understood that I could use help from more people than just my therapist. But I didn’t know if this was the right way to go.

Hopefully my upcoming session could set my mind at ease.

I felt like my addiction had taken a different turn.

I knocked on the door to my therapist’s office, and hoped her counseling could set me straight. Quite literally.

The door opened.

“Hi Sweetie, how lovely it is to see you again.”

I had to look up to see into Doctor Cox’s eyes. What had happened? Had I shrunk during the last week or had she grown? Her big beautiful tits were at the same level as my eyes.

I couldn’t think of how that could have happened before Doctor Cox moved forward and gave me a hug.

Since the position of my face were where it was. It got completely engulfed by pillowy tits.

Today Doctor Cox was wearing something totally different then her usual garments.

Between her tits the key to my cage was hanging teasingly by a chain around her neck.

She had a red dress on that showed a lot of cleavage and went down to her knees. It was flowing loosely from her waist down. But tight around her stomach, and her two perfect breasts were very prominent.

It felt like something you would wear if you wanted to get laid.

Her hair was hanging loosely and was a bit ruffled. Like she’d recently been wrestling.

I couldn’t believe my luck. I had reached my hands out just as her tits enveloped my face.

The peculiar thing was that the skin of her breasts was goey.

They weren’t sweaty. But they were sticky, almost like some kind of moisturizer had been used. It smelled familiar. But different. I couldn’t really place it.

I didn’t even have time to answer before my face was covered by her tits.

“Oh how I’ve missed you.” She said while giving me a big hug. Driving my head even deeper between her big tits.

“I want to hear all your thoughts about your week. My Good little Boy is going to love this session. I just know it. We are going to play and train, and do a lot of new things.”

She seemed to be so happy to see me. Like a mother who hasn’t seen her son in years, then finally being able to see each other.

She softened her grip around me.

And I realized I hadn’t been able to breathe while my head had been pressed into her big mommy milkers.

As I took a deep breath in I could smell a heavy aroma. It made my mouth water.

Is had a similar smell to my favorite treat. But it was a thicker richer smell.

She looked down on me, I had been looking into her cleavage for a while before I had noticed, and I looked up to look into her eyes.

“Sweetie, you look so cute down there. Like a little boy wanting to suckle on his mommy’s boobies.” She smiled her warm motherly smile.

“I know how we’ll start the session, follow me and you’ll love what I have in store for you.”

Doctor Cox took my hand in hers, and led me to the couch.

When I started following I looked down for the first time, and understood why she was taller then usual. She was wearing slender stiletto heels. That greatly increased her length.

I continued to follow her, but his time she didn’t sit down in her chair opposite me. She sat down in the couch and patted the seat next to her. Indicating where I should sit.

I sat down. I realized I hadn’t said a word and was just about to speak. But she continued.

“For the start of this session I want you laying down, and since the couch isn’t long enough for you laying down and me sitting next to you. You’ll have to rest your head in my lap in order for us to fit.”

I mean she was right. There wasn’t room for us both on the couch.

But why did she need to be there? We had never started our sessions like this before.

I started laying down, and felt her hand gently on the back of my head. Guiding it to her lap. I rested my head in between her thighs. Looking up at her, able to see her face behind her massive breasts.

She started patting my head.

“Later in today’s session I want you to focus on pleasure. In different ways to give pleasure, and in different ways to receive it. Sometimes they intermingle. So that the act of giving pleasure to someone actually makes you feel pleasurable. In that you feel happy, and make yourself proud of what you can accomplish.

But first tell me about your week.”

“The new stretching techniques is really improving my flexibility. I can easily put my legs behind my head now, so when I’m stretching my back by laying on my shoulders and my legs above my head I could almost reach my crotch to my face.”

“That’s wonderful news. Positions like that is so healthy for you. Feeling that deep stretch is something you’ll always want to seek out. What about your weight training how has that been progressing?”

She leaned over a little to the side, and pressed her hand between the side of my body and the couch.

Then grabbed my right buttcheek and gave it a squeeze.

“Have you been doing your squats and all the other exercises you were to şişli escort do. To build a stronger foundation?”

That felt so good having her stroke my head with one hand and then squeeze my butt with the other.

“I have. I’ve been slowly but surely increasing the weight or the number of repetitions I do on each exercise.”

I flexed my butt muscles.

“And I think I’m getting results.”

“Oh I can definitely feel that! Everyone loves a nice juicy ass! But tell me. How do your balls feel? Did my solution work?

In fact.”

With that she took her hand of my butt and started to undo the button in the front of my pants.

“I want to see if they are as blue as last time.”

She continued to unzip my pants.

“Pull down your pants and underwear so I can inspect those balls.”

I raised my butt lifted my legs and took down my pants to my ankles, while still laying with my head in Doctor Cox’s lap.

“Oh what cute underwear you have. When did you buy these?”

I groaned a little. I felt so silly.

“I bought them when I visited the store. Miss Dickens said that they would feel more comfortable while wearing my cage, and that they would match.”

Match they did. A pink pair of “tight briefs” as she had told me at the store. They did feel very snug around my package. Which felt nice. So I guess her saying that they would feel more comfortable was true in that sense. But they had a tendency to ride themselves in between my cheeks.

“Miss Dickens truly have a great taste in clothing. I think they look completely gorgeous on you.

Maybe we could update your wardrobe a bit. With the help from miss Dickens.

But enough talk about your pink underwear.”

Doctor Cox hand grabbed my balls and locked dick.

“It’s not as blue as the last session. So I can see that we have a way to release the pressure of those balls a little at least. Now you can answer the questions I asked you before. How does your balls feel? And did my solution work?”

Where to begin?

“Well my balls feel really full and swollen. Maybe not as much as last time. But it’s definitely aching.

It has been throughout the week, except after I was at the store, and the new stretching exercises hasn’t been helpful with decreasing the aching.”

“Do you mean that they have been affecting you negatively?”

“At least the new dynamic internal exercises has been making it harder to just focus on the stretch and not focus on other things, which makes my balls grow.”

“Oh I see what you mean. Those naughty thoughts can’t help themselves to rise to the top of your mind. I can imagine it must be hard to not think about cock when your deepthroating your stretching tool. Or maybe imagining a BBC fucking your ass when you’re doing your dynamic anal stretching exercises.

But the only way to overcome your insecurities it to face them head on.”

Ones again I could feel my dick trying to get hard. Doctor Cox was still holding and squeezing my package. Almost like she had a stress ball that she was massaging unconsciously.

“It’s even harder to focus then last week. I feel like my mind has been consumed by the thought of cumming, almost as much as before. When I was able to jerk of whenever I wanted.”

“I think that’s a sign that we can change the focus of your training.

I want you to show me the back stretching exercise today, and if I think that your technique and flexibility is good enough. Then during next weeks tasks and training, you won’t need to do as many internal stretching exercises.”

That was for the best, my imagination had really been taking over lately, and not having to do as many exercises sounded like a good way to help with my cumming obsession.

“That sounds good, ma’am.”

She started to gently massage my balls. In a very loving way, and spoke in a nurturing motherly tone.

“When you are laying here with your head in my lap and your cute underwear around your ankles. You give the impression of a real momma’s boy. Waiting for Mommy to give you your milk that you’ve been dying to drink.

You look so cute Sweetie. Would you like to be Mommy’s Good little Boy for the rest of the session?”

Wow! This was so amazing. Getting fondled and looking up at my Goddess. This was a big kink of mine.

The fantasy of a loving Mommy taking care of her Good Boy. Something was just so pleasing with that scene.

“Yes ma’am I would love to.”

“Oh you silly boy, you have to call me Mommy from now on. Not ma’am.

Would you like to be Mommy’s Good little Boy?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Good Boy, now tell Mommy how your visit with miss Dickens went.”

I closed my eyes and started telling the story.

“Before I went their I had been quite nervous. Since I didn’t know what I was there to buy. Plus that I was quite horny because I had just done some dynamic internal stretching exercises at home.”

“Awww Baby”

Mommy said while gently squeezing my balls.

“Sucking Cock is an incredibly erotic thing to do. Mommy also LOVES taksim escort sucking Big Black Cock. So I don’t blame you for getting horny. It’s actually very normal for you to have those feelings.

But don’t let me interrupt your story. What happened at the store?”

I could feel myself starting to leak precum on my stomach as she talked. But I tried to focus on what had happened, instead of the constant slow dribble, the small pool that was forming.

“When I entered the store I saw miss Dickens at ones. She had a similar attire to what she was wearing when she was on her knees last time.

A white tank top that was showing a lot of cleavage. It was a little transparent, so you could clearly see her pierced nipples through the fabric. She was standing behind the counter so I couldn’t see what she was wearing from her waist down.

She was fiddling with something, so I greeted her first.

“Good day ma’am. How are you today?”

She looked up from what she was doing, saw me and smiled widely.

“Hello there Sweetie, I’m great now that you’re here. I have been waiting for you to come.

What brings you in today?”

Doctor Cox hadn’t told me what I should buy. So I didn’t know what to expect.

“I’m not completely sure. Have you talked to Doctor Cox, she said that I were to buy some items and listen to your instructions. Because you knew what to do about my aching.”

“Oh Britney, or Miss Cox rather. She came in and had a little talk with me.

She wanted me to help you find new toys. But also help you with your blue balls problem.”

I didn’t know how much of my training Doctor Cox had talked about to Miss Dickens. So I didn’t know what I could talk about without telling things I didn’t have to say.

“Oh okay, yeah the device I bought last time makes my balls ache when I’ve been horny, which I seem to be all the time.”

“That is one of the inevitable consequences of wearing a chastity cage. But luckily for you, I know a way to ease that ache.

So when you leave here, that ache won’t be as prominent.”

Doctor Cox intervened the story.

“I thought that was the case! I told you she was an expert in her field.

You’re so lucky that she volunteered to help you without even asking for money. She understood how important this was for you, and took pity on you.

So that your transformation into becoming the person you were always meant to be, would go even faster.”

I hadn’t even thought about that. Miss Dickens was a businesswoman, and she was taking time out of her day to help me. And she hadn’t even asked for money.

“I have to remember to thank her for helping me.”

“Indeed you do. So how did she handle your little problem?”

I continued my story. Miss Dickens said.

“You have to be very horny for this method to work, and therefore I know exactly what you need.”

Miss Dickens clothing had already made me horny but I didn’t want her to know that. So I just did what she told me to do instead of telling her that I already was horny.

“What do you want me to do?”

I asked her.

“Miss Cox has told me she has used a blindfold on you before, and that you responded well to that. So in order for you to get horny, you’ll have to wear a blindfold here behind the counter.

“H-h-here at the counter? What if someone comes in?”

“You don’t have to worry about that Sweetie. If you’re on your knees here behind. No one entering will be able to see you. So you don’t have to worry about being seen at all.”

It felt so public, even though no one would be able to see me. I would be right there. Just a meter from other people who wanted to pay for their purchases.

“Can’t I be behind the curtain and do whatever it is I should do?”

“You need my help, and I can’t be in the back. When I have customers in the store. Do you understand Honeybun?”

I could understand her argument, so I guess I had to try to just not get caught at whatever I had to do.

“Yes I understand ma’am.”

“That’s good Sweetie, here take this blindfold and I’ll put you where I want you.”

I didn’t understand why I couldn’t get into position first. But I didn’t want to question Miss Dickens once more, so I took the blindfold and put it on. My world went dark.

I just hoped that the door wouldn’t open until I was in position.

Luckily it didn’t. I heard Miss Dickens stepping around the counter. Apparently she was wearing high heels. Because I could hear the sexy clicking noise of heels.

She grabbed my hand and led me to where I hoped was behind the counter where no one could see me.

She pressed on my shoulders.

“Kneel down Sweetie, for the first part of the treatment you’ll have to be down on your knees.”

I started going down on my knees. But because I was wearing a blindfold, my balance was a little out of whack.

So as my first leg was going down I felt myself losing balance, and grabbed something to keep me from falling.

I reached in front of me and grabbed something big and squishy.

I beşiktaş escort realized at ones that it was one of miss Dickens tits that I had grabbed.

But because I didn’t want to fall over I kept my hand gently holding it. Losing my initial grip some.

“Oh you naughty little boy! Are you sure you are wearing that blindfold correctly. So cheeky. I didn’t categorize you as someone who took what he wanted. Rather did what he was told.”

“I-I-I’m so sorry ma’am. I lost my balance. I didn’t know what I was grabbing.”

She repositioned my blindfold a little.

I was now down on my knees and had let go of her big tit.

“If you continue to be a naughty little boy I’ll have to teach you a lesson in manners. Do you understand that Boy?”

“Yes of course ma’am. It won’t happen again.”

She pressed on my shoulders again. But this time for me to scoot backwards.

I did just that and felt myself backing onto a carpet. I felt the back of my feet meet a wall, and my knees was now also on the carpet.

“Their you go. Right where I want you.

Miss Cox haven’t told me that much about your fetishes so why don’t you talk about what makes you horny.”

(Actually she had told of quite a few of the kinks I had, and how she intended to deal with my addiction, but that was nothing I knew.)

That was good. Doctor Cox hadn’t said more then necessary, and I could try to just say as little information as possible.

“When I use my stretching tool I get horny.”

“Your stretching tool? What is that, and how does that make you horny?”

Realizing that I had given her more info then what I needed. I should’ve just said dildo. Since she already knew that I had bought it. Now I felt I had to explain…

“The first toy that I bought here. Doctor Cox has made me use it so that I can do internal stretching exercises. So that I can be more relaxed.”

“That sounds logical, are you using it to stretch both holes, and do you get horny when you’re doing both stretching exercises?”

Why didn’t I just start by saying the dildo made me horny?

“I use it in both holes for the best health benefits, and both exercises gets me horny. But I try my hardest to focus on the stretching, and not the sexual nature of the exercises.”

“I’m sure you do Sweetie, for this particular treatment though I want you to be very horny. So I’ll help you visualize sexy thoughts. Don’t worry about if what you’re hearing is a little naughty and slutty. It’s all part of the process.”

This reminded me of the session I had with Doctor Cox. But this was to help me ease the ache in my balls. So I hoped it would be effective.

“Since you like your sex toy that you got the first time that we met. I think we will use that as a base for today. I’m going to do a little role playing with you. So don’t think to deep about what I tell you.

Now, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I did what I was told. Realizing I was going to have a throat stretching exercise. Since that’s what I had said I liked.

“That’s a Good Slut. You look so cute with your cock sucking lips in their proper position. Here, take my cock in your cock hungry mouth.”

I proceeded to feel what must’ve been a dildo on my tongue. She was lightly slapping my tongue and then pressed it in my mouth.

“Suck just the head and use a lot of tongue.”

I started sucking in earnest. It did have the same feeling to it as the other dildos I had sucked on. Even though both my own and the ones in Doctor Cox’s office looked very lifelike this dildo FELT more lifelike.

She must’ve been wearing a strap on. Because I could feel both her hands at the back of my head.

Then I realized. Of course! She had already been wearing the strap on when I entered the store. That’s why I couldn’t go around the counter before I was blindfolded.

That would have ruined the surprise she had for me.

“There you go, you can really suck a good cock. You’re training has certainly been paying off.”

She started thrusting her hips, and holding my head still, so that she were face fucking me with her strap on.

I didn’t struggle to much. Her strap on was just slightly wider then my own dildo. But not as wide as the BBC that Doctor Cox had me show her my progress on.

I hadn’t reached the base of the dildo yet. So I didn’t know how long it was.

“I can see that you love sucking cock by how eager you are to please. But I want to see the proof in your pants as well. Scoot your pants and underwear down so I can see your caged little dick.”

I focused on getting my pants down which was quite difficult since I was still on my knees. I must’ve stopped sucking because she gave my cheek a light slap with one of her hands.

“A good slut has to be able to multitask, you should be able to suck cock while doing other tasks. Sucking with proper technique should be second nature for sluts. It should be as natural as breathing.”

I kept tugging my pants and underwear down while trying to keep the suction on the dildo. I got them to above my knees. They couldn’t go any further then that. If I were to keep kneeling.

But it seemed to be enough because she could see my package.

“Oh look at that. Your underwear is all wet. Your little dickie has made a big mess.”

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It started while sitting on the living room couch. Sara—our babysitter, Beth—her friend, and me. I was back from my evening out, my wife was out of town, and the kids were downstairs, sound asleep. Sara lives next door with her parents and has been a family friend and our sitter for quite a while. Being summer, she was home from college after finishing her freshman year and had invited Beth to come over to play with the kids and talk and catch up, since they go to different schools. They are both attractive girls but very different, physically. Sara is about 5’0″ and petite, with a slim build. Beth is taller, a little heavier, and curvier.

One reason I like these girls is, even though our ages are quite different, we can have relatively intelligent conversations about movies, music, etc. and they like to keep me up-to-date on what they’re watching and listening to. We sat there talking quietly when Beth asked if a personal question was OK. Wondering what I was getting myself into, I said, “sure.”

“When did you lose your virginity?” she asked, blushing slightly.

Without much hesitation I told her it was while I was at college.

“With who?” she asked next.

I told her that I was fine with this line of questioning as long as it stayed between us. To my delight, she agreed.

“To the woman I eventually married,” was my response, which resulted in a raised eyebrow from Beth. Now Sara piped up.

“How long did you date before you did it?”

“About a year, ” I said.

“Well, you must’ve fooled around doing, umm, other things before that, right?”

Now, we were all blushing a little. But I didn’t care as this was becoming an arousing conversation.

“Well sure,” I said. “We had some fun before the big night.”

“Did she go down on you?” asked Beth, starting to lose her inhibitions.

“Yeah,” I said, “but not as much as I would’ve liked.”

Sara asked, “How about her?, Did you go down on her?”

“A lot. I love doing that.”

This made both girls squirm slightly, but for different reasons, I would find out later.

“What do you like about it? pressed Beth.

“You want me to be completely honest? Graphic, even?”

“Umm, sure,” she said, sounding like she didn’t know exactly what to expect.

“I love making her feel good. Making her cum.”

With that, both girls blushed furiously, but I continued.

“It’s intimate, and sexy, and I love feeling her body move under my mouth. And around my fingers.”

Sara’s jaw was in her lap, but Beth was smiling knowingly.

We were quiet for a moment, then Beth asked if I’d ever gone down on anyone else besides my wife. I replied that I hadn’t and I asked, “why?”

“I want you to go down on Sara,” she blurted out, before Sara could stop her.

“Wait. What?!?,” Sara responded.

“She’s never had anyone eat her out before. She’s afraid to.”

“Am not!” Sara argued.

“Besides,” Beth continued, “it Manavgat escort might be fun to watch you, umm, work.”

I had to admit, that even though these girls were way younger than me, I was becoming incredibly turned on. I didn’t know if either of them had noticed my now-hard cock straining against my jeans, although I kind of hoped they had.

“Sara, how about it?” asked Beth. “C’mon, you’ll love it, and no one else will have to know.”

Looking at me, Beth mock-pleaded, “Please do it for her. She’ll never know how great it is, otherwise.”

I looked at Sara and said that, if she wanted me to, I would. But only if this all stayed right here, in this room and between us, since we could all get in trouble.

Beth stood up and led Sara by the hand into another room. I could hear the murmurs of their conversation and wondered what, exactly, they were talking about.

After a few minutes passed, they came back into the room. Sara sat down next to me, put her hand on my leg and looked into my eyes.

“I want you to go down on me. Will you? Please?”

“Are you sure?,” I asked.

She stood up and, hooking her thumbs around the waist band of her pants, pushed them and her panties down in one smooth stroke. I must’ve had quite the dumbfounded look on my face, as they both laughed at me. But I was staring at the most beautiful pussy I’d ever seen. Sara’s pubes were neatly trimmed and sparse enough that I could see her slit through them. I looked up into her eyes and she asked me, “Do you like what you see?”

“Yeah,” was all I could come up with, as my mind was racing, trying to figure out this situation I’d somehow gotten myself into. Since things had progressed this far I figured that I might as well just go for it and have fun.

I got up and slowly approached Sara. When I was close enough I put my hands on her hips and whispered, “close your eyes.”

When she did I kissed her on the the neck. Softly, gently. I slowly turned her around and sat her on the couch next to Beth. She opened her eyes and I asked her if she was sure she wanted this. She nodded and smiled.

I slowly got on my knees in front of her and bent my head to kiss her left knee, then the other. I looked up for any sign of hesitation, but saw none. Sara and Beth were both silent as I slowly kissed my way up Sara’s leg. As I got closer to her pussy she parted her legs a little and I could smell her excitement. When I got to her hips I avoided the promised land and instead kissed across her belly and down to the other leg. This time I gently moved her legs apart so I could kiss the inner part of her thigh. By now, Sara’s knees were far enough apart that I could gently kiss her pussy, making her tremble. I looked up and her eyes were closed. I watched her face as I ran my tongue gently along her outer lips. She smiled a relaxed smile. I looked up at Beth, who was transfixed by watching me pleasure her friend.

I started to slowly work Manavgat escort bayan my mouth and tongue all over Sara’s pussy. I was also moving my hands up and down her thighs, gradually working my way up and under her shirt. I wanted this to take a while so we could both enjoy it to the fullest. My hands found her bra and I softly squeezed her small breasts. She moaned at my touch. I wanted to take off her bra but couldn’t reach, so I made eye contact with Beth. She knew what I wanted and she gently pulled Sara’s shirt up, leaned her forward, and unhooked her bra. I slid my hands over her bare flesh and felt her nipples become erect under my touch. I was in heaven, and I think she was, too. As I enjoyed Sara’s breasts and pussy, Beth put an arm around her shoulders and whispered into her ear, “isn’t it great?”

Sara just smiled and nodded, never opening her eyes.

Since Beth’s leg was up against Sara’s I occasionally rubbed it, too. One time I became more adventurous and slid my hand around to Beth’s inner thigh and slid it upward, slowly. As my hand approached her zipper, Beth moved her other leg to give me complete access. Our eyes met as my hand stroked over her pussy through her shorts. She held my wrist there as I gently moved my fingers up and down over her most sensitive area.

Meanwhile, Sara was getting wetter all the time, and making little whimpering noises. I could feel her getting closer but I wanted this to last just a little longer, as I had another idea I wanted to try. I took my hand away from Beth’s damp crotch and found hers. I moved it slowly to Sara’s stomach and rested it there. Holding on to Beth’s wrist, I slowly moved her hand in ever-widening circles until it was brushing against Sara’s breasts. I released Beth’s hand and it stayed in place, caressing Sara’s perky little tits, while I moved my hand under my chin to feel Sara’s dripping pussy. I concentrated my efforts on her clit now, wanting her to cum. I slid a finger into her and felt her pussy tighten. I could feel her starting to shake so I increased my pressure on her clit and moved my finger in and out, gently. Sara’s hips started to rise and I could feel her body trembling as the orgasm approached. Suddenly she spasmed and let out a soft cry as she flooded my mouth and hand with her delicious juices. I slowed my pace but kept going. Beth’s hand hadn’t left Sara’s breasts. She was busy exploring her friend’s chest while watching me induce an orgasm on Sara.

I kept my mouth on her pussy, but stopped my movements. I wanted to taste her cum. It was slightly sweet, mixing with her salty juices. She opened her eyes, looked at me, then Beth, and smiled before closing them again. Beth whispered, “wasn’t it great?” Without opening her eyes Sara replied, “ohhh, yeah. I’ve never cum that hard before.”

I wiped my face off on my shirt and looked at Sara.

“I’m so glad you liked it,” I told her. I looked at Beth. “Would you like a turn?”

“Absolutely,” Escort manavgat she replied as she raised her hips to slide her shorts off. She started to get up but I told to stay where she was. I liked seeing both girls next to each other like this so I moved over in front of Beth and slid off her soaked panties, revealing a dark red bush that matched her hair perfectly.

Without hesitation I dove in, parting her lips with my tongue. She was so wet, tasting a little different than Sara, but not by much. She was, however, a lot more active than Sara, moving her hips under my mouth and undoing her own bra as she looked at me with a devilish look. I took the invitation and started kneading her much larger breasts, lightly pinching the nipples and rolling them around between my fingers. She was getting close in a hurry, so I stepped up the pressure on her clit and nipples. Sara was alternating her gaze between me and Beth as I worked her towards orgasm and she ran her hand up and down Beth’s arm as I continued. Suddenly, Beth grabbed my head with both hands and pushed my face into her soaking pussy. Barely able to breathe, I kept going until she came, soaking my face in the process. As with Sara, I slowed but kept my mouth where it was, savoring her juices. I sat up and looked at the girls. Sitting on the couch, looking exhausted. Beth, having recovered a little, looked at Sara, smiled that devilish smile again, and asked, “have you ever seen a guy cum before?” They then looked at me. I smiled as Beth got off the couch and pushed me back so I was laying on the floor. She got down on all fours, climbing over me, her large tits rubbing against my chest. She kissed me, tasting herself, as her hand found my cock, straining against my jeans.

“One good deed deserves another, don’t you think?,” she asked as she looked into my eyes, that devilish grin appearing once again.

I just smiled and closed my eyes as she unbuttoned my jeans. Sara came down to join us and they both pulled off my jeans and underwear. Sara gasped a little when my cock sprang into view. It’s not huge, but it was hard enough that it pulsed with each heartbeat, dripping a little precum out of the tip.

Beth wasted no time, stroking my cock and spreading my wetness all over the head. I was so horny I knew I wouldn’t last long at the rate she was going.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” I alerted her. She smiled and kept stroking.

“Watch this,” she told Sara, who was watching, fascinated. I felt that familiar pressure behind my balls as she continued. My body tensed as my load shot out of me, landing mostly on my stomach and running down Beth’s busy hand. She slowed her pace, then stopped, examining the stickiness on her fingers. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted my cum.

“Not too bad,” she said, to no one in particular, as she grabbed my shirt and wiped my cum onto it.

“You’re going to need to wash this, I think,” she informed me.

We put on our clothes in slightly awkward silence, each mentally replaying the events of the evening.

“Thanks,” Beth said.

“Thank you,” I replied.

Sara just smiled at me as they left to walk back to her house. The fact that it was a smile as devilish as Beth’s gave me hope for the future.

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Grace Newell tugged at the strap of her black singlet and let out a sigh. She couldn’t believe she was actually going through with this. She rapped her knuckles against the door and took a step back. Her heart thudded so loud the beats pounded in her ears.

She smoothed her hands over her denim skirt and turned to gaze at the quiet street. Sunlight bounced off the windshield of her parked car. A dog barked in the distance and the smell of a barbecue wafted on the wind.

The breeze lifted her blonde hair. She flattened her palm against her churning stomach, closed her eyes and concentrated on deep breaths. As the seconds ticked by, she considered the wisdom of running away and pretending this had never happened.

It was a stupid idea anyway — really stupid. Grace opened her eyes and took a step towards the edge of the porch. She bit her lip and hesitated, the pull to disappear just as strong as the urge to stay.

Her stomach dipped. The door swung open at her back, making her decision for her.

“Horse Face, what brings you here?”

Grace summoned the courage to turn and look into the blue eyes of Tom Jackson, her best friend Alison’s older brother. The rumpled state of his coffee-coloured hair gave the impression he’d just climbed out of bed – at two in the afternoon. His muscled arm rested on the door frame above his head and the breeze caressed the dark hairs sprinkled across his chest. He wore black boxer briefs and nothing else. No matter how long she stood here, Grace knew she’d never tire of looking at him.

She sighed inwardly at his ability to always ruin the moment by speaking. “It’s Grace, Tom. It’s always been Grace.” He’d given her the annoying nickname back when she’d worn braces and kept her long hair in a ponytail. She’d changed over the years — considerably – but he’d never seemed able to lose that image of her as an awkward teenager. She elbowed her way past him and stalked into the house.

She dropped her purse and keys onto the hall table and turned to take in the living room. Her hazel eyes swept over the coffee table littered with wine glasses and empty beer cans, the beige couch with a pair of jeans draped over the back. She knew Tom had invited his family over last night to celebrate his recent promotion at work. Being a family of seven, their nights often turned into rowdy ones.

The door clicked closed behind her. Grace flinched at the finality of the sound. She paced the wooden floorboards and nibbled her thumbnail, then yanked her hand away when she remembered she’d given up the habit years ago.

” Gracie, stop for a minute.” Tom snagged her elbow and turned her toward him. “What’s going on? Is something wrong with Alison?”

“No. What?” Grace blinked. “No. She’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with her.”

Tom released his hold on her. “Why are you here then? You never come by without her.”

“I had to see you on my own. You can’t….please don’t tell her about this.” Grace covered her face with her hands. She massaged her forehead and took a couple of fortifying breaths. Was she really going to do this? “I have a question to ask you.”

“Must be a good one. You can’t even look at me.”

Grace forced her hands away and met his eyes. He’d moved over to the couch and sat on the edge with his hands dangling between his knees. His watchful eyes followed her every movement.

She huffed out a breath. “I’m just going to come out with it, okay?”

“That’s usually the best way.” He waggled his thumb at the empty space beside him. “Do you want to take a seat? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Grace shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I just really need to say this.” Her heart hammered and the pressure built inside her until the idea of telling him almost became appealing. “Tom…I’m a virgin.”

He leaned back against the couch and clasped his hands behind his head. Amusement glimmered in his eyes and a lazy smile played about his lips. “Gracie, with your uptight, highly strung personality, I’d never have guessed.”

A flush warmed her cheeks. “I knew you’d react this way.”

“Then why did you tell me?” He kept his eyes on her.

It took some effort, but Grace managed to push her embarrassment aside and approach the coffee table. She shoved a couple of empty beer cans out of the away and perched on the edge facing him. Her attention flickered to the living room window. She briefly considered crashing through the glass to make her escape. “We’ve known each other a long time. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about-”

“Stop stalling.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He stroked her leg with his fingertips. “Out with it.”

Grace blew the hair from her eyes and glanced down at her hands. “The thing is, Tom…”

“Yes, Gracie.”

“I want you to take my virginity.”

The sudden silence weighed heavily in the room. Grace held her breath and trained her attention on her fingernails. Now it was out there, there was no taking it back. She waited for him to laugh, to ridicule her, but nothing Manavgat escort happened. “You’re not saying anything.” She glanced up and saw his guarded expression. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Jesus, Gracie, I’m in shock.” Tom dragged a hand down his face. “You can’t just throw it out there like that.”

“You told me to!” She pressed her lips together and focused on staying calm. “I just want to get it out of the way. I’m twenty-three years old. I’m sick of having this hanging over my head.”

His eyes passed over her. “I’m sure you could find plenty of men willing to help you out with your ‘problem’.”

“I don’t want just any man.” Grace chewed her lower lip. She closed her eyes and held her breath for a moment. When her gaze met his again, she found some of her courage had returned. “I want you.”

Tom cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Why?”

“I want my first time to be amazing.” She saw the heat flare in his eyes and it gave her hope. “I know with you it will be.”

“I’d ask if you were serious, but in all the time I’ve known you I’ve never heard you crack a single joke.”

Grace slapped her palms on her knees and pushed herself up to stand. “I knew it was a risk asking you a question like this. I half expected you to say no.” She stepped over his bare feet and forced her shoulders back. “I was an idiot to even ask.”

Tom gripped her wrist as she passed by, tugging firmly enough to bring her back a step. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.”

Grace felt her breath catch. “You’ll help me out?”

“Yeah, it’ll be a real chore. I’d like to say I’m the type of guy who wouldn’t take advantage of a woman in your situation, but who would I be kidding?” He fought a losing battle to keep the smile off his face. “I can’t believe my life has come to this.”

Grace yanked her wrist free from his grasp and scowled at him. “This is one of the reasons I chose you; your ability to have sex and move on as if nothing happened – also because you annoy me enough I’m not likely to develop any feelings for you.”

Tom stood and flicked his fingertip down her nose. “You underestimate my appeal, Gracie.” He propped his hands at his waist and looked her over. “So, are we doing this now, or did you come here to make an appointment?”

She raised her eyes to the ceiling and blew out a loud breath. “I’m beginning to wonder why I came here at all.”

Tom laughed and gave her upper arm a quick rub. “Why don’t we just get it over with?” He intertwined his fingers with hers and pulled gently.

Despite her better judgment, Grace gave in and followed behind him.


She discovered his bedroom was filled with modern, masculine furniture. Sunlight crept around the edges of the closed drapes, giving the room a pale, muted glow. The bed was unmade, she’d expected that, but everything else had its own little place. A faint smile shaped her lips as she glanced around at his things. She’d never had cause to be in here before. It made her feel closer to him.

Grace wandered over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. She flicked off her sandals and curled her toes into the beige rug. The sound of running water pounded on the other side of the ensuite door. Her leg jiggled and queasiness settled in her stomach.

“You could join me, you know.” Tom’s deep voice echoed in the shower stall.

Grace shook her head at the humour in his tone. “I think I’ll just wait here,” she called back.

“Suit yourself.”

She smiled absently and glanced over her shoulder at the bed. The navy linen looked cool and inviting. She knew the pillows would smell of him. Grace nibbled on her lower lip and weighed up her options. Should she undress and climb in, or wait until he came out of the shower? She decided lying naked under the covers appealed to her more than sitting here growing increasingly nervous.

Grace stood and moved into the centre of the room. She drew a breath, crossed her arms over her body and tugged at the hem of her singlet. As the bundle of black cotton fell from her fingertips, she tried not to dwell on the sexual experience his former girlfriends must have had, or worry too much about her awkwardness killing the mood.

She adjusted the strap on her black bra and peered at herself in the dressing table mirror. Her breasts swelled above the intricate lace cups. Her cheeks were flushed with anticipation and her stomach muscles contracted with each quick breath. She gathered her hair in a thick bundle and shook it out behind her.

Grace unsnapped the button on her skirt and hooked her fingers in the waistband. She pushed it down her thighs and stepped from the puddled denim. Dressed only in her bra and a pair of black lace panties that rode low on her hips, she gazed at her reflection. With the unfamiliar room at her back, it almost felt like she was watching someone else.

She blew out a controlled breath and reached behind her to unsnap the clasp on her bra. The flimsy material slackened Manavgat escort bayan across her chest. She slid the straps down her arms, letting the bra drop from her dangling fingertips. Cool air whispered over her skin.

Grace closed her eyes and tried to imagine how Tom’s hands would feel roaming her body, touching places only she had touched; his weight pressing down on her, his hardness pushing into her. She tentatively stroked her nipples, sighing when they tightened beneath her touch.

She knew Tom would do everything possible to make this moment pleasurable for her. The knowledge stirred a deep longing inside her. Grace grew bolder and smoothed her palms over her breasts, lifting and massaging the tender flesh.

Her hand slipped over warm skin and textured lace. She trailed her fingers between her thighs, knowing that soon his fingers would be there, teasing, stroking. She knew what it was like to reach that sensual peak, to feel control slip away. It would be different letting Tom take that control from her.

Her head tipped back and she breathed softly. She wanted this, it thrilled her to realise – she wanted him. If she could just push aside her anxiety, everything would be perfect.

“I’m actually at a loss for words.”

Her eyes shot open at the sound of Tom’s voice. Embarrassment washed over her as she spun around to face him. No matter how much her fingers itched to protect her modesty, Grace forced her hands to stay at her sides. “I didn’t know you were there.”

“I know.” He stood in the open doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair in disarray. His eyes flickered over her. “That’s what made it so damn sweet.”

Grace felt her cheeks grow hot. Gone was the teasing expression she’d grown so used to over the years. Gone was the laughter in his eyes. His jaw clenched as he walked toward her. She watched him approach, taking in every detail so she could relive this moment later on in her mind. When he stopped before her, she drew in a shuddering breath.

He reached out his hand and stroked the hollow at the base of her throat. His eyes met hers and he ran his fingertips lightly between her breasts, trailing further down to her navel. His touch was so soft it barely registered, so intense it left shivers in its wake. “You’re stunning,” he said.

She pressed her lips together to stop them trembling. “Thank you,” she whispered. Her forehead was level with his jaw and she had to tip her chin to meet his gaze. “You’ll have to tell me what to do, teach me what you like. I really don’t know what-“

“Grace.” Tom clasped her face in his hands, brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her ear. “Relax.”

She sighed at the calm assurance in his tone. He encircled her in the strength of his arms, holding her close, his fingers flexing against her spine. She drew in the scent of him. She’d never been so turned on by the simple smell of soap before.

His mouth moved over her throat, dropping lingering kisses here and there. “You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he said. “I’ll take care of you.”

“I know.” She closed her eyes and leaned against him. “I know you will.”

He cupped the back of her head, nibbled her lower lip. He flicked his tongue over the closed seam of her mouth. Now his arms were around her, Grace found it wasn’t all that difficult to let go of her unease. She linked her fingers at the back of his neck. She pressed her lips to his to feed the desire welling inside her.

Tom made a small hum of approval. His mouth moved with hers in a kiss so slow and thorough her body loosened and melted against him. Her tongue ventured inside his mouth. He groaned and shoved his fingers into her hair. His other hand swept down her back to curve over her rear. He pressed her to him, rubbing her firmly against his erection.

Grace closed her eyes at the sensation, pulling her mouth from his to explore the line of his jaw with her lips. She kissed his throat, nuzzled his stubble covered chin. She discovered a sensitive spot behind his ear that made him shudder. It pleased her that despite her inexperience, she could still do that to him.

“More.” He breathed the single word against her cheek and dragged her lips back to meet his. His tongue plunged inside her willing mouth, caressing and exploring the moist depths. He slipped his hand under her heavy fall of hair, cradling the back of her neck as he slid his lips over hers. His cock pressed snugly between them, a tantalising promise of things to come.

Grace whimpered as she clung to him, overwhelmed by his passion. They were so close she could feel his heart race against her chest. She swept her hands over the muscles of his back, wanting to touch every part of him.

He tore his mouth from hers, breathing heavily as he gazed at her. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Grace skimmed her hands over his chest and smiled uncertainly. “I know how you feel.”

Tom looked at her for one long, breath-stealing moment. He kissed Escort manavgat her hard and quick, then urged her around until her back was pressed against his chest. They both faced the mirror and her smile disappeared as she blinked at the image staring back at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen and pink. Her eyes had a wild look about them. He’d wrapped his arm around her waist and her breasts jutted upwards over his hard flesh.

She’d never seen this woman before.

“Look at you.” Tom swept her hair aside and licked the back of her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

She sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. “When you look at me like that, I feel beautiful.”

He ran his hands over her flat belly in slow, hypnotising circles. Grace watched the movements as if in a dream. Her skin warmed under his touch and her nipples hardened almost painfully, desperate for his attention. She saw the way his eyes had darkened with need, noticed the steely line of his jaw as he held his desire in check.

He cupped her breasts, running his palms lightly across her nipples. Her mouth parted and a soft moan slipped free. He massaged her flesh with firm strokes, lifting and pushing her breasts together. The sight of his tanned, masculine hands cupping and caressing her with such care almost pushed her over the edge. He thumbed her nipples, pinching the buds gently until she cried out.

Tom continued his ministrations on her breast while his other hand slid down her belly. His fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties. Grace held her breath as their gazes meshed in the mirror. Although she knew what was coming, it didn’t stop her from jolting against him when he cupped her pussy. Her back arched and she bit her lip. She’d never been touched by a man so intimately before.

“Gracie,” he said, “You feel wonderful; so soft and smooth.” He held his hand still and kissed her neck.

It didn’t take her long to start moving against him. He massaged her gently. He pushed his finger through her lips, sliding it up and down the length of her, spreading her moisture in agonizingly slow strokes. She knew without touching herself how wet she’d become, how wet he’d made her.

She unconsciously pressed her arse harder against him. Her pussy ached for more. He groaned and dipped his finger inside her. Grace closed her eyes and let her head drop forward. Her blonde hair swept over her shoulders, draping around her in a silky curtain. “Oh, Tom…that’s…” She couldn’t put into words the feelings he stirred in her — not just the touch of his hands; his presence, his strength, the knowledge he’d keep her completely safe.

He moved his attention to her clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud. She jerked softly and sighed out his name.

“Look at me, Grace,” he said. His voice was husky and deep, thick with desire.

She lifted her head and shoved her hair from her face. Grace met his eyes and leaned back on him. Her hips rocked against his hand. Her lips parted as pleasure raced through her.

She raised her arms and clasped her fingers behind his neck. The change in position caused her breasts to rise and her nipples to thrust out proudly. The intensity built until her belly tightened and her legs grew weak. His fingers moved over her with such ease she knew it wouldn’t take long.

Grace’s breaths grew heavy as they panted from her. She could feel the bulge of his cock against her lower back. She was on the verge of begging him to put it inside her. He rubbed her moisture over and around her clit, his fingers sliding through her wetness. Sensation grew inside her until she didn’t think she could take any more. “Tom…I’m…”

“Let go,” he whispered against her ear.

That was all it took in the end, the sound of his voice coaxing her toward orgasm. Her hips bucked against his hand. She wanted to double over at the intensity. He held her firmly upright as their eyes met in the mirror. She strained against his hold and let out a long, low groan through clenched teeth. It ripped through her, so powerful her legs would have buckled if he hadn’t been supporting her.

He kept rubbing, extracting the final few tremors from her. She gripped his forearm and whimpered as the waves subsided. His fingers grazed her sensitive clit as he pulled his hand from her panties. Grace shuddered and turned in his arms. “That was amazing.” She swept her hair back and fought to catch her breath as her eyes flickered over his face.

“God, you turn me on, Gracie. Watching you, touching you…I almost lost it when you came.”

Grace basked in the warmth of his gaze, her body glowing with the pleasure he’d given her. He dipped his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shoved them over her hips. She stepped from the bundle and her arms wound around his neck as he walked her lazily backward. He swept his fingers down her side and skimmed over her breast. His mouth captured hers, stifling her moan of pleasure.

He pulled her close and let his lips roam languidly over hers, building the fire inside her all over again. As Grace took the opportunity to rid him of his towel, her reaction to him suddenly registered. She’d never expected it to be like this. She’d been prepared for awkwardness, for her inexperience to lessen the moment. Tom didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

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The New Neighbor

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I saw, for the last two weeks, that the house right next to mine was empty, its previous occupants gone. I missed my old neighbors – whenever they and I talked, it always made me smile from ear to ear, and I saw that they also experienced delight in conversing with me. They also made the exterior of the bare white house more animated by setting a rocking chair on the porch, some potted plants, and a welcome mat, but those all, and most everything inside, are gone now.

So, you could guess how I felt, and probably how I looked, when I arrived back from work one morning and saw a hot red convertible in the driveway of the house right next to mine, and a rental moving truck next to it. As I parked my own car in my own driveway, I saw some guys, at least five and all wearing dark shirts and pairs of shorts, were lifting up boxes and furniture from the back of the truck, down the ramp, and to the still-white-but-not-so-bare-looking house. They were obviously movers, working for the same company that the rental moving truck belonged to.

Now, let me tell you about the girl watching the guys from the porch, who sometimes spoke when she was trying to direct them to do something or respond to their questions. She was, perhaps, the same height as me, but there were more than two dozens steps separating the two of us so I couldn’t be sure. She was talking to one of the guys, her back aimed toward me, leaning against the railing of the porch behind her. This girl wore a gray shirt that revealed most of her shiny light brown skin, with the only things keeping the clothing to her upper body being a moderately-sized band around the back of her neck and another band, though this one thinner, around the back of her waist. Then she wore a pair of blue denim short shorts that dropped down to her thighs and a pair of fishnet stockings that also revealed her skin tone underneath, which was also shiny and light brown. I couldn’t see what she wore for shoes, though, since the bottom of the railings covered them up.

My eyes quickly scrolled back up, so I missed the fact that her eyes were on me as well. She had blonde, unruly hair; short too, I noticed, since they dropped to the top of her neck. This girl had a pair of white sunglasses over her hair and two large, round, golden hoops for earrings. Her eyes, Manavgat escort like her skin tone, was also brown, and…

I paused, blinking a few times, looking back up at her eyes, which were directed straight at me. Her lips curled up into a friendly smirk, though I thought it was bordering into a sly one, and she made her way over to me, one large, brown boot stepping in front of the other, her bottom authentically-colored lip being pressed down by her top teeth. Now, she was being mischievous, and intentionally so. After a few seconds, she stopped in front of my car window, leaning forward so that her large breasts pushed the front of the shirt more, thus exposing that bodily area more to me.

“Hello, I’m Jenny, you’re new neighbor! It’s nice to meet you.”

She extended her hand out and I took it, my eyes flicking down briefly to see that her fingers were nice and soft and her fingernails were a bit long and painted hot purple. My eyes then flicked back up to her eyes and I smiled back at her.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Thomas, but I like Tommy better.”

“Tommy, Tommy,” the girl was repeating under her breath, “… Tom, Tom. Nah, I’m going to call you Tom instead!”

I raised an eyebrow.


Her smirk widened.

“One-syllable words are better to scream out when you’re being fucked by someone, don’t you think?”

I couldn’t believe it. Well, there were two things I couldn’t believe – this girl and her lecherous behavior, and the visible bulge growing in my pants. It didn’t take long for her to see that I was becoming putty even though she hadn’t yet touched me sexually yet, and she laughed, the blush on my cheeks, which I didn’t notice was there, reddening, but I did feel how hot my cheeks were becoming.

“Well, why don’t we get comfortable in your house, Tom?”

“But what about you moving into yours, Jenny?”

She paused and hummed a bit before straightening up.

“You’re right. Gimme a sec!”

I watched as she made her way back to her house and, while I couldn’t exactly hear what she was saying, I did see her lips move and one of the guys moving the furniture giving her a thumbs-up. She made her way back to me, now out of my car and standing.

“I told them that they can set up the furniture Manavgat escort bayan however they want and that, after they’re done, they can leave.”

“But what if you don’t like where something’s been placed?”

She shrugged.

“I can move it somewhere else then. Now come on!”

She took my hand and led me up my house’s steps like she was a girl in heat. Not even in the house yet, I had to tell her the first thing that was on my mind.

“This is my first time.”

The door to the inside of my house was open, but Jenny paused on the porch. She then twisted her neck a bit so that one eye was looking directly at me.

“Oh, really? Want me to take the lead, at least for tonight?”

My lips were parted a bit, my heart was beating rapidly, and I felt like I was already going to explode in my pants, from the front, not the back. I nodded my head quickly and she smirked, pulling me in by my red shirt with one hand and closing the door behind me with the other. With the door closed, she pushed my back against it.

“Did you know I’ve had sucked off and had sex with a bunch of men before, Tom?”

“Well, you do seem to know what you’re doing.”

She giggled and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then on the nose, and then on the lips. It felt weird with my arms just hanging against my side so I placed them around her waist, and she responded by sliding her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues were wrestling in my mouth, though since I wasn’t used to it, it was definitely one-sided, something I didn’t mind in the slightest. I then felt my legs becoming bare and one of her smooth hands tugging at my cock slowly, trying to get it hard, which worked after a few seconds. The light ebony chick pulled away, a line of saliva connecting the tips of our tongues, which broke the further away from me she got.

“Like it when a girl takes the lead, don’t you?”

I whimpered, moaned, and again, nodded my head. She seemed to like that response as she made a haughty sound. The girl dropped down and opened her mouth, sticking my cock inside her oral opening. Immediately, I arched my back and squeezed my eyes shut, the sensation too much for me to handle, though I was at least glad that I didn’t cum this soon. My legs were getting wobbly so I placed Escort manavgat my hands on her shoulders. I couldn’t see it but I could feel that she was teasing my cock by sliding her lips continuously from head to base, her tongue wrapping around my member, and I could hear her grunting as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. I opened my eyes slowly and hesitantly, as if the moment I did, she would stop, but I was glad that she didn’t.

She gave my ass a light spank, to which I responded by grunting and shutting my eyes closed again. She gave me another spank, this one a bit harder, to which I responded by bucking my hips unintentionally, and it sounded like she was gagging. Quickly, I opened my eyes and looked down at her, softness in my eyes and my voice.

“A-Are you ok?”

She nodded at me, her mouth off my cock now, a lot of saliva dropping down to my clean, polished hardwood floor, but I’d clean that up after we were done.

“Actually, since I’m going to be your new neighbor, why don’t I suck you off tonight and tomorrow, we can fuck?”

Before I could say anything, she gave the tip of my cock a kiss and I withered. Seeing her wide, perverted smile, I felt myself getting close.


“Getting close, Tom?”

I nodded.

“Good. Stroke your cock for me.”

I looked at her, an eyebrow raised again.

“Go on. You like it when I’m in the lead, ordering you around, right?”

Shit. She was right. I liked the idea of her telling me what to do. I liked it when she pushed me against the door, and I liked it when she spanked me. She was a slut, but I was also a slut for her. Still feeling myself getting close, I started pumping my cock with my right hand, the head aimed directly on her face. She opened her mouth, and as soon as she did, I shot my cum on her. Not one, not two, but seven loads shot out of my cock, all because I hadn’t had sex before. Most of the cum landed in her mouth, but some landed on her face, on her eyes, and even on her clothes.

“Well, you can expect me to come talk to you tomorrow, Tom. Now if you excuse me, I’ve gotta go see if the movers are done yet.”

She stood up and helped move me out of the way of the door.


She stopped and looked at me with a hint of confusion and, still, pride.

“Yes, Tom?

“I have some paper towels if you want to clean up?”

The girl shook her head.

“Where’s the fun in getting rid of the evidence of having someone cum all over my body?”

She then opened the door and closed it on her way out.

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The Contract

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I had a good childhood. Nice parents, two older sisters, plenty of friends in the neighborhood. Things changed around 10th grade. All of a sudden girls and boys were different, sex entered into the picture. For some reason, I was horrible around girls, just couldn’t talk to them, relate to them. I was a brain, made perfect grades. Looking back, I was a nerd, tall, skinny, gawky, interested in technical things. It lasted through college. I was a virgin at 22 when I finished college and went to work in the high tech field. I was with a small start-up company and we worked forever. Long hours, lousy diets, but stimulating in a way because we were breaking new ground.

That’s when I was introduced to whores. My very first sex was with an extremely well built, very attractive whore. I loved it. She sucked my cock. Actually I think she made love to my cock. She told me I was bigger than most men and that she just loved my cock. She told me how to do the same to her body, so I learned to suck her breasts and lick her pussy and discovered that I liked it all as much as she seemed to. Then we fucked. And fucked. The best evening and night of my life. It cost a lot but my boss paid for it, for me and several other male employees. So I started using whores as often as I could either get my boss to pay for them or else afford them myself. Good whores, higher priced whores who were universally attractive with great bodies. Ideal sex partners in my opinion.

Then another guy I worked with and me had an idea for a product and we got some venture capital money and started our own company. Once we had proven our concept a very large corporation paid us millions of dollars and bought us out. I then started work on a variation of that product and managed to create my own business. A very successful, fast growing business. I have offers to buy my company and some day I might accept one of them. But for right now, I’m doing fine. My own business, more money that I know what to do with — I have a staff that invests it for me but much of it goes back into the business. And I get fucked regularly by high priced whores.

I’m 26 years old and have a degree of fame, at least in the high tech world, the business world, and I enjoy my life a lot.

I get a phone call from a counselor at the high school I went to some years before, asking if I would talk to a group of students, seniors, about the college experience and working and making a living. I remember that he taught there when I was there and I agree. So, here I am at my old high school, standing with Mr. Beltran, a gray haired man who’s taught for thirty years and now is a guidance counselor, in the front of a classroom as young people file in.

“There’s Racquel,” he says, “I didn’t expect to see her here.”

“Who?” I asked, I hadn’t really been paying a lot of attention.

“Racquel Gutierrez,” he says, nodding toward one side of the room. “The good looking dark haired girl. Sad story behind her. Her parents were illegals but she and her brother were both born here and about four years ago, the rest of her family were killed in an automobile accident. So she’s been a ward of the court, living in foster homes. When she turns eighteen in a short while, she’ll be tossed on her own, the county quits paying for foster care once you’re eighteen. She’s perhaps our best student, very smart and extremely nice. But she’s going to be on the street in a few months and yet here she is trying to find out about college and life.”

The girl he mentioned was indeed very good looking. Hispanic, dark hair, dark eyes. Seems tall and slim and yet I can see she has a definite female body. Seventeen years old, a student with no make up on, yet beautiful. She could be a model or actress, she’s such a beauty. Not a cute face, like the girl next door, but high cheek bones and an aquiline nose. If she were an actress, she should be cast as the queen, very regal.

And then the class starts and I have to talk and answer questions. When the class ends, several students come up, including the dark haired beauty. She tells me she has no money at all, needs to find a job and wants to go to college. I tell her that I knew a guy that worked as a janitor at the Chevron refinery in El Segundo at night and went to the University of Southern California. USC , not some state school, and he finally graduated, paying his own way. So it’s possible, particularly with student loans. She needs to find a job better than flipping burgers. I suggest that Mr. Beltran could help by perhaps aiming her at some government job, at the state or country or even the federal government, the pay is much better. Perhaps even private companies, like manufacturing companies. I said that perhaps my company might even have a job for someone with a high school education even though the top jobs all go to people who are technically capable, usually with a lot of education. Privately, as I look at her, I think that she might make a terrific high priced prostitute. I’d be very willing to pay top dollar to fuck her.

Then I’m gone and that’s over. Actually it isn’t Side escort over. I go to Human Resources the next day and say that if a young girl named Racquel Gutierrez comes in they should seriously see if they could offer her some work. I even tell them, this isn’t an order, I’m not saying you have to, I just know this girl is looking for work so if we have something she could do, it would be kind if we could employ her. Then, about three or four days later, I’m coming down the elevator, out into the lobby, and this beautiful young girl runs up to me and kisses me. I mean really kisses me, on the lips and seriously, and tells me how she just got hired. I look around embarrassed. Later, I talk with one of the women in Human Resources who smiles and says I looked as if I had been ambushed when Racquel ran up to me.

A week or so later, I stop into the company cafeteria for lunch and Racquel is there so I sit across from her and ask how things are going. She gushes out a lot to me. Because of Mr. Beltran she’d filed for scholarships and had actually been offered some at a couple different colleges. She had also realized that she’d have to wait a semester or two before she could start because she wasn’t making that much money and she needed to pay for a place to stay and for food and clothing. Because she had no credit history and no bank account, she had to pay cash and it was all very close but she was exuberant about thanking me for giving her a job. Even though I make sure she knows I didn’t personally hire her, she still gives me the credit. Apparently she turned eighteen, the county stopped making any payments to her foster family, so she was out. At the same time, she had this job so she found a cheap motel by the day to stay at until she got her first pay check. She was behind and in debt but could see her way clear to getting started. She kisses me again. Fully on the lips, a real kiss.

I feel for her but am not sure what to do. So I do nothing. A week later, I run into her in the cafeteria again. She’s running into problems. The guy who runs the motel wants payment from her even though she hasn’t received her first pay check from us. Apparently he was willing to use her body in lieu of cash. I pull a hundred dollar bill out of my wallet and give it to her and suggest she use it. Then I do something that perhaps I shouldn’t have.

I tell her that she is beautiful. That a lot of men would be willing to pay a lot of money to use her body. She could get much more than just a free week at a cheap motel. She could make good money as a high level prostitute. She wonders how I know this so I tell her that I use prostitutes regularly and they make very good money, around a thousand dollars for one night. Of course they have a limited life as a high wage earner but it’s a way to get her through tough times.

“But, I’d have to have sex with whoever hired me, wouldn’t I?” she asks. “Different races, fat or slim, nice or obnoxious. And I’d have to do whatever they wanted.” I agree that this is true. She then goes on, “It’s not like they’re all you. I mean, it would be easy to say yes to you but perhaps not to many of the others. You’re nice, you’re good looking, you’re kind.”

We have a gym in the company so I work out regularly but good looking was something new to me.Her answer gives me a thought though. You have to understand my mind doesn’t work the same when it comes to females. “So, I could hire you and pay you to have sex with me?” I ask.

“Oh, that’s a whole nother subject,” she says. “It was just my response to your suggesting I become a prostitute.’

A bunch of thoughts run through my mind. I’d used prostitutes a lot, perhaps hundreds of times. So, I had used the same one several times. I had never planned on it but using the same one more than once was not bad, based on my experience. So I say. “Just for discussion, let’s say I offer to pay your way through college, to support you as you go to college, and in return you sleep with me, you’re my, uh . . live-in companion.”

She just looks at me for a moment. “Since this is just for discussion, I’d probably agree to do that. But why should you pay thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands before it’s over, to support me through college when all you’re getting in return is sex.”

“I’ve been using prostitutes for years. I spend something like $70,000 or more a year on them. So using you wouldn’t cost me a lot different and I’d have you available a lot more often than the hired girls that are usually there for just one night. I hadn’t thought of it but you might even be a bargain for me. Besides, you’re extremely attractive. I can’t imagine I’d be giving up anything by using you.”

“How would I know that you’d actually come through and not just use me and then kick me out?”

“Oh. I never thought of that. I know me and I know I wouldn’t do that. But, we could draw up an agreement that says I support you through until you finish college in exchange for your, uh, companionship.”

“How about the rest of the time. I will need clothes, need to eat, Side escort bayan how do I manage to live?”

“I guess I’d have to pay for that, too. As a percentage, it probably wouldn’t add a whole lot.”

“You’re serious about this, aren’t you? I mean, if I agree, you’re willing to do everything you’ve said.”

“I haven’t thought about it very deeply but, yeah. I’d be willing to do all that if you are willing to up hold up your side. I mean, prostitutes always make me feel as if they enjoy what’s happening, are willing to cooperate in anything practically. Anything sexual. It has to be something that we both enjoy, that’s to both our advantages. You can’t hate what’s happening and begrudge every moment and neither can I. We’d have to include an out, a way for either of us to cancel the agreement if it isn’t working.”

‘What about my working here?”

“I haven’t thought it through but if you’re going to go to school full time and spend nights with me, you’d have to quit working here or maybe anywhere. The job with me would be full time.”

“Huh,” she says, looking at me. Then she grins. “I’ll do it. Do we start today?”

“Well, let’s see. We need to get you on the pill if you’re not on it. We need to get you clothes to see you through school. We need to apply to whatever school you want to go to, get whatever scholarships we can. Get you a credit card and what, a driver’s license or some ID? A passport for when I make trips overseas. But I guess that could happen later if you wanted to start right now. I’m certainly interested in starting as soon as possible. You’re a beautiful woman, Racquel.”

“I need to quit my job. I sort of hate to, I liked having a job. But I think this will be better. Maybe you can write up the agreement. I’ll go get my clothes out of the room I have and pay the greaseball that runs the place. Cash. Then I come back, what, here and ask for you?”

No. I’ll write down my address, why not come there. I’ll get out of here early and be home before you. O.k?”

An hour or so later, she’s at my door. With four cardboard boxes containing everything she owns. Pictures of her father and mother and brother, letters from schools about scholarships, clothes.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, “I never thought. How did you manage to get all of this here?”

“I called a cab. I gave the driver the hundred dollars you gave me and asked him for fifteen dollars. I used that to pay the man who ran the motel where I was staying. I think he was unhappy, he had anticipated getting a different kind of payment. But I’m not unhappy. And then here, the cab driver helped me get the boxes into the elevator and even gave me a few dollars back from the hundred. So I’m here.”

“I never planned ahead. I need to find some place for you to keep all of your things. I have plenty of room, it’s just a matter of picking some place convenient. Well, now that you’re here, we should move on. Maybe we should start by taking a shower, getting clean, is that o.k?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want.” She’s being submissive, maybe scared a little about what’s going to happen. We move into the bedroom and I start getting undressed so she does too. Then she’s naked. I can’t help notice that she’s really looking at my erection.

“Racquel, you’re absolutely beautiful. You have the sexiest body possible.” I knew she would have a good body. But she was even better than I had imagined. Still tall and slim looking with that beautiful face. But a great ass, round and firm and standing up tight. Almost no stomach. Lovely breasts, Not huge pendulous things, probably “B” cups or maybe a little more but perfect on her body. Firm and all up front, her nipples almost pointing up. Gorgeous legs, long and shapely. A definite thick thatch of dark hair between her legs.

“Would you mind if I trimmed your pubic hair? I’m used to girl’s being shaved clean there, no hair to get in the way, to get in my mouth or teeth,”

“Mouth?” she says, quietly, perhaps not meaning to even say it out loud. She has a quizzical look in her eyes that slowly goes away as she realizes what it must mean. She smiles. Maybe more than a smile, a sort of dirty grin. “No, if you want to shave me, that’s o.k.”.

I’d never shaved a girl before. I figured I shave myself every day, it can’t be too difficult. I know I need to start by using scissors to trim the hair down to a stubble. “I need to get some scissors,” I tell her and go into my office area and get some office scissors. “Let’s go into the bathroom.” Once in there I look at her and think about how to do this. She looks at me and I think she knows that I’m not sure how to proceed.

She goes to the toilet, lifts the seat up and straddles it, standing facing me. She squats slightly, pushing her legs out, spreading her thighs more open. “Maybe like this, so the hair falls into the toilet and can be flushed away.” Here is this perfect female sexy body, opening her pussy to me with no hesitation. I don’t know what I thought before but I was a little surprised that she seemed to have so little Escort side bashfulness about her body.

I have to kneel on the floor, my stomach against the toilet as I hack away with the scissors. “I don’t want to make a mistake here,” I tell her.

She actually laughs a little. “I sure don’t want you to either.” It was awkward with the relatively large scissors but I kept moving them around and snipping away and was getting most of the hair off. “I’ve never had anyone spend so much attention on me there,” she says.

I lean in and stick out my tongue and lick her lips lightly. “Oh, I plan on spending a lot of time here, I bet you’re delicious.” I can hear her sucking in a breath as I lick her. “I wonder if my electric razor will work,” I say. “I think I have the hair down to where it should.” I flush the toilet and the hair disappears mostly. Some sticks around the edge. I get up, put down the scissors and get my Remington. It runs on a battery fortunately, I probably couldn’t get a cord long enough to get to her. I start at the top and work my way down and around her lips.

“Oh,” she says and then again.

“Does it hurt, should I stop?”

“No, I’ve just never felt anything like that before. It sort of vibrates.”

So I finish, hearing her breathing hard, holding her breath at times, I think. “O.k. we can now wash each other in the shower.” I tell her as I pull back and stand up. She reaches down and rubs herself, first looking down and then looking up at me with almost a shy smile, then straightening and moving forward, away from straddling the toilet. I can’t help myself, having this beauty naked for my pleasure gives me an overwhelming emotion and I press against her, put my arms around her and kiss her. She puts her arms around me and kisses back. I push my tongue into her mouth and she licks my tongue and pushes her tongue back.

She’s seemed submissive but here, she’s returning my feelings with her own, she’s holding me and kissing me as much as I am her. I’m used to using whores. They’re high priced ones, good at what they do, so they enter into the sex with what seems to be enjoyment, often are even aggressive. I have to realize that Racquel is not an experienced whore, she’s probably used to the man being the aggressor. She may even be hesitant at first to do what she might feel like until she knows if I’ll be acceptable to her moves.

In the shower, I use my bare hands and soap to wash her perfect body. I tell her how sexy she is and what a great body she has as I wash. I spend time on her breasts, kiss them, lick the nipples after rinsing them. I turn her so I can do her back, then down to her magnificent ass. A really beautiful ass, full and round and firm. I feel it, kiss it, massage it slightly before moving down her legs. I then have her turn. I’m kneeling, my face to her pussy. I ask her to spread her legs slightly, then use my fingers to pull open her lips. Pink, delicious insides showing, I get my tongue into her and lick up and down. I slide a finger down to find her vagina and push into it slightly, then move my tongue to replace the finger and lick inside her some more. I lick up to where her clit must be. It’s not obvious but as I lick I can feel it change shape a little. She’s sucking in her breath, making small noises. I then wash her and her legs and stand up and tell her it’s her turn.

She starts by kissing me, on the lips, then the neck, then the shoulders, then she starts washing me, from the shoulders down my chest. She’s quiet but feeling my body carefully. I turn and she does my back, my butt, my legs. I turn again and my erection is in front of her face. I have a large cock. Really thick at the base and sort of like a spear, narrowing some with the head larger again, like a roundish arrowhead. None of the professionals have ever managed to take much more than the head into their mouths. I have no idea if Racquel knows anything about sucking cock although she soon will if she doesn’t already. I wait to see what she does.

She touches my cock, runs her fingers along it. She wraps her hand around it, grasping it and starts moving her hand back and forth, masturbating me. She looks up at me, not saying a word, grins and then looks back at my cock. She leans forward and licks up one side of it, then bends her head and licks the other side. She licks the head and puts her lips around the head and sucks on it, licks it inside her mouth. She starts doing everything a little faster. Her jacking me with her hand gets faster and in the process, she swings my cock some. It comes out of her mouth and she uses her mouth to catch it again. She does this over and over, like she’s playing a game with herself. She never gets more than the head in her mouth and then it pops loose and then she’s catching it again with her lips and sucking it in, all the while jacking me off fast and hard. I’m going to cum and tell her. She flicks her eyes up at me, either not understanding or not caring because she just continues to play her game and then, my head in her mouth, I shoot off a big load. She moves her head back, a mouthful of sperm I’m sure, and looks at my cock as it shoots again, hitting her in the face. She glances up at me and then looks back at the cock and gets hit again. She grabs the head with her lips and swallows it again as my last load fills her mouth.

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The Hairem Ch. 1

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I am Abdullah I live in London with my Harem or should I say “Hairem”. I am legally wedded to Farah and Abida my two wives but I have five other women in my “Hairem”. They are all excessively hairy. I have loved hairy women since I was young and all my hirsute women wear the veil. Underneath their veil are the most voluptuous hirsute women.

I have oil fields and varied interests in business but my interests in women are constant – they all MUST BE HAIRY. They say I am well hung. Some people inherit their father’s nose; some their mother’s legs; I inherited large equipment from Salim my father the great cocksman of Arabia they said he had a hundred wives and fucked a thousand woman. I would say that it was an exaggeration but he sure had a voracious sexual appetite. He always had a woman between his legs and the size of his equipment I am told was an unparalleled 14 inches, which I daresay, is an exaggeration but then I myself am at least 12 inches long and three inches thick.

I may have inherited it from my father but I never knew him. He left my mother shortly after my birth like several of his other woman but he was so rich that he could afford to take care of them all. Perhaps his large equipment led him astray. I honestly didn’t recognize that I was any different from other men until I had my first sexual experience. One day I had been making out on the living room couch with a young aunt of mine Sara. She was sexy and like all Arab women very very hairy. She had bunches of hair in her bushy armpits and her crotch hair ran all the way down and meshed with her very hairy legs. In short she was a hairy ape. She took off her panties and opened her legs. I then took off my pants and pulled out my hard-on. When she saw it she began to say “Allah you look like Salim you are hung like a stallion”

She Alanya Escort escort pulled my cock and tried to take it in her mouth she could hardly get her lips around my prick. I could see her hairy pussy was wet as she grasped my tool with both her hands. “I remember trying to suck your father Salim but I could hardly put his cock head in my mouth and you are as large as him” she moaned as she licked the length of my shaft. She reached an orgasm as she tried to get on top of me and I slowly entered her. I was amazed at her hairiness like she was taken aback by the size of my penis. It was a huge jungle of jet-black hair in her bushy armpits even her eyebrows were bushy and I soon came in her pussy.

When I came to England to study at Oxford I had my first real experience. Though I was a rich Arab I had many women pursuing me but they were all shaved and had virtually no body hair and they hardly turned me on till I saw Bella the young Portuguese girl in my class. It was by accident that in the library I saw her armpits as she lifted her arms to pick a book from the top shelf I was on the other side as I saw her extremely bushy armpits under her loose-sleeved short-sleeved top.

I pursued her with expensive gifts and I met with her frequently during the semester. One day I called her to my apartment for dinner. She didn’t know that I was lusting for her especially the tufty jet-black hair in her untrimmed underarms. She was dressed like a young woman who wanted to be attractive. I could see the curve of her breasts under her silk blouse. She wore a very short, clinging skirt and perfume. We sat on the couch in front of the fire and had wine. The room was dark and there were candles. Soon she was in my arms and we were kissing with her tongue exploring the inside of mouth, and I had unbuttoned Alanya Escort bayan her blouse and unsnapped her bra. She purred when I touched her breasts and pulled my head down so I could kiss them. Gently I sucked her nipples into my mouth and my hand went down and I ran my fingers through the shock of hair in her unshaven underarms. “Aaaaahhhh” I moaned, “I love your bushy armpits Bella”. I then put my hands down to her thighs and then upward. When her legs opened for me, I pushed her panties aside and felt the delicate softness of her hairy pussy.

“I think we had better go into my bedroom right now,” I said and I lifted her and took her in my arms to the bedroom my tongue twirling the long bushy hair in her unshorn gleaming armpits. The furry hair in her armpits was matted with a bit of sweat but tasted great. In the semi-dark bedroom we undressed, watching each other and when we were naked we slid under the sheets and she came to me and pressed her nakedness against me. Her hand went down and touched my cock. She stopped for a moment. She didn’t say anything, but her hand went up and down my hard-on as though she were measuring it to see if it really was as big as she thought. Then she threw back the covers and without any hesitation she took me in her mouth. Her right hand gripped my hardness and her mouth and tongue explored my knob. When I put my hand on her back and touched her hair while she sucked me, I could feel her trembling with excitement. “Darling Aby you are so big” I hated being called Aby I was proud of my name Abdullah but hearing the hirsute Bella say it I did not mind as she sucked my massive dick.

She was more sexually experienced. I had my brief encounter with hairy Saira at home but Bella seemed very comfortable. She straddled me, bent forward as she Escort alanya reached back between her legs and took my cock in her hand. She guided it to where she wanted it to go and I felt it nestle into the opening of her warm bushy cunt. She pressed herself back on it and the head went in.

Bella was ecstatic. She lifted up just a little and then pushed back again and I went up inside her about half way. She came down to me and kissed me gently over and over. I began moving inside her, not thrusting, just moving where I was, gently back and forth. She began to rock with me and little by little I slid deeper inside her. I had been inching up inside her this way for a while when she paused. I put my hands into the bushy hair, which adorned her armpit forests. “Raise your arms Bella I want to see the long thick hair in your unshaven armpits,” I moaned again.

She fucked herself slowly on my rigid erection. She gasped and moaned, pressing herself against me. She turned herself around as she sat on me so that could see my dick coming out and then going back inside her. I could see her hairiness and her tight brown hole. I liked that.

She got off me instantly, lay on her back, opened her legs and I got on top. She helped me find my way and in a moment I as once again deep inside. She got very excited and grabbed me so hard it hurt. But I hardly noticed because my cock was clasped tightly in her hot silky hairy cunt and my cock was taking charge. We began to fuck seriously. I pushed myself hard up inside her and gave her short snapping thrusts. We were sweating and the aroma from her extremely bushy armpits matted with perspiration wafted into my nostrils. We went on for a while and then she said in a breathless, quiet voice, “I’m going to cum, Aby.” And she did cum. Wildly she began to fuck me back as I thrust into her.

It was my first experience of a woman shuddering to her climax under me. She was moaning and I was afraid that I was hurting her but little did I know that she was moaning in ecstasy as she writhed against my big cock.

My first sexual experience was over

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