The Other Side

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She stands in front of the mirror, her Dom is on his way. She wants to look the best in the lingerie he likes, so she keeps checking herself. The plug she placed in her earlier is already keeping her ready for his use when he arrives.

Anxiously, she walks to the bedroom. Lying on the bed ass up, her mind starts to wander to their secretive talks. The picture he had painted for her with his words, it fills her with glee that she gets to experience it today. A little ashamed to admit she loved seeing his cock, she buries her smile in the bed. The thought of how good it will feel has been on her mind since.

A knock at the door. Her heart about leaps from her chest as she gets up quickly then lightly moves to the door and peaks through the peephole.

There he stands, looking out towards the road. She opens the door and they both smile at each other as she invites him in. His big and tall frame as well as the beard arouses her right away.

“You look just as good as I had hoped you would in that. I can’t wait to see how well you do with anal training tonight.” He says to her grabbing her ass.

“Thank you I’m glad you like it.” she replies with a blushed grin, “I also have something else in that you wanted.” She points her ass at him to see the plug in it.

Leading him to the bedroom, she turns around next to the bed and gets on her knees for him. Unzipping his pants, she can already see his growing cock starting to bulge through. Excitedly she pulls down his pants and boxers to see his cock standing fully erect for her.

“Wow it’s so escort bursa thick, You’re going to have to be very gentle with me at first.” She says as she works her hand up and down his shaft. Moving in she slides her lips over the head of his cock and she can feel him get harder in her mouth. Her tongue works one side of his cock then then other before taking him as deep down her throat as she can.

“Oh my god.” He says as he tilts his head back in pleasure. “Yes, take my cock as deep as you can.” His hand slides to the back of her head as he begins to fuck her face, slowly at first.

Taking him deep again she gags a little from his precum. Pulling back she says, “I see I’ve got you excited.” She slides him to the farthest she has and he begins to shake. Moving up and down his cock quickly with her lips, he bursts in her mouth. Swallowing it she looks up at him with a grin.

“That was amazing, you really can work a cock. I want you on the bed in doggy position.” He says taking off his pants the rest of the way. As she gets up he gives her ass a slight slap and she lets out a slight satisfied cry.

Shaking her ass at him, she crawled far enough for him to get up too. His hand caresses her ass and works down to the plug.

In a content voice he asks “Are you ready to begin the training?” Tugging on the end of the plug a little before she can respond she starts to gyrate her hips towards him and moan. “I’ll take that as a yes then. This ass is now a pussy and I’m going to fuck it like one.” His words cause her to bite her lip and moan bursa escort at him.

Grabbing the lube he applies some to her ass and around the plug. Slowly he begins to work it back and forth till it verges on the edge of her ass. Moaning she leans forward and it comes all the way out. Falling forward for a second he pulls her back up to him.

“We’re not done reading this tight little hole yet, don’t fall over yet.” Telling her as he lubes the plug and her ass again. Working the plug back in to the edge, she moans in pleasure.

“Are you are ready for the real thing now?” He asks her as he continues to work the plug in and out of her.

“Please, I want to feel you in me!” she cries out.

She feels the plug disappear as he adds a little more lube to her ass. His warm body and thighs press up against hers. The head of his cock touches her hole and she squirms a bit but then relaxes. Gently he slides the head of his cock in her, she lets out a slight pained and pleasurable cry. Once the head is in he slides deeply in her slowly.

“Your hole is so tight, you may get me to cum very quickly this first time.” He says as he slides back out of her. Lubing up his cock once more he slides back In her, easier this time and begins to fuck her slowly. She moans and starts working her ass back on his cock.

They begin to pick up speed a little as she moans, “I want you to cum in me. Fill this pussy up.” Leaning her ass back she takes all of his cock in her. Moaning she begins to build up and tilts her head bad as she cums. bursa merkez escort bayan Her ass tightens on his cock, he can’t help but burst in her. Thrusting deeply, he fill her ass and slows.

She begins to lean forward and he pulls her back, “I’m not done yet.” He says with a grin.

Thrusting slowly again he pulls her back to him so she is riding on his lap. Her back up against his chest, his cock slowly thrusting deep inside her. Working his hands around her sides, he starts to squeeze her chest with one hand as the other works down to her enlarged clit. As he plays with it she cums and his cock is milked by her ass.

“Turn around and face me, but try not to let me fall out of you.” He says to her as he leans back and straightens out.

Doing as she was told she turns on his cock, keeping him in her as she does. She moans as she slides down his throbbing dick. His hands run over her body as she moves up and down k his cock faster and faster.

“Oh god ya,” he says happily, “Keep that up and you’re gonna get filled again.”

“Oh yes,” she moans,” please cum in me again.” She says moving faster on his cock. She cries out as she cums riding his cock and he can’t hold back and fills her ass again.

Getting up she sees his cum run down his cock from her ass and is aroused by it. “I really enjoyed that, I wish we had more time today.”‘ she says, “But I can’t wait to see you the next time. See what other things we can get up to.”

“Yes, we will definitely be seeing more of each other.” He replies as he cleans himself off and get dressed. They walk to the door and he kisses her, “I’ll see you hopefully in a few days.”

He walks out the door and she closes it behind him and leans there with a smile on her face about how dirty and naughty she feels with two of his loads in her ass. She likes this feeling.

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The Massage

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I am a punctual person, as a matter of fact, I am more than punctual. On the norm, I would say I am at least 15 to 20 minutes early for every appointment I have. Unless, of course, I am distracted in some way, then I am only 5 to 10 minutes early.

Such was the case this afternoon, as I arrived 15 minutes early for my 4pm appointment. I wasn’t entirely certain what to expect as I pulled into the long driveway. The only thought that crossed my mind, was that I was happy the neighborhood was at least decent.

I had found out about this place from a friend of mine, who told me that if I wanted the best massage to go here. Normally, I am pretty wary of places like that, but it seemed legit when I looked it up, so I made my appointment.

I slid out of my truck and made my way to the front door. Neighbors were outside working on the lawn, cars driving by, just a normal Monday afternoon. Definitely, not a house of ill repute, so I shouldn’t have to worry about cops busting down the door!

I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a young lady wearing sweats. She looked to be a mix of oriental and white, her long black hair hanging down to her mid-section. Her small face lit up with a smile as she ushered me into the house and directed me to her studio.

“You can get undressed in the changing room,” she said, “there is a place for you to place your belongings and a robe for you to wear. Please remove all clothing.”

I slipped behind the changing room door and shed my clothes. Donning the robe, I exited and made my way to the massage table. “Ok, so you want a full body massage, yes? Where are you the sorest?”

“Yes, I wanted a full body massage. I am actually the most sore on my back and hamstrings, from push mowing the yard all weekend.”

She motioned towards the table and asked me to disrobe and lay down on my stomach. Following her direction, I slipped off the robe. Suddenly aware that I was now naked before this nubile young woman, I couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like underneath bursa escort her sweats. That was the only thought I needed, as I felt the familiar stirring in my groin area signaling arousal.

Taking her cue, I lay down on my stomach, adjusting myself for comfort. I felt a towel slide over my bare ass, and I knew she was all business. Keeping my face down, I lay there anxiously awaiting her fingertips.

I heard some rustling off to the side, followed by the sound of a mobile cart rolling up next to me. I flinched slightly as her hands touched the back of my calves. I felt some oil being dropped on my legs, followed by her expert fingers beginning to kneed my sore muscles.

Her touch was heavenly, as she worked her way up my legs. All soreness was dissipating rapidly as she worked the massage in and around my sore legs and muscles. Up my calves, she worked, massaging them, sliding her hands up my inner thighs and backsides of my legs.

It was exquisite, only interrupted by her adding more oil to my skin. I felt her hands slide up my inner thighs, pushing the towel up slightly as her fingers brushed against my balls. Electricity shot up and down my spine when she grazed my groin and I am positive I let out a moan.

She worked around my ass, massaging the oil into the backside of my legs and thighs. Her soft, yet firm fingers worked magic on my legs. I felt her hands slide up and cup my balls, gently massaging them and rolling them in her fingers.

I lifted my hips slightly, and felt her oiled hand run up the length of my hard cock, squeezing me lightly. This time I did moan, and loudly too. I heard her giggle lightly and then she released my cock, sliding her hand back over my balls and between my legs.

I felt some warm oil drop between my legs as she began to rub the area between my asshole and ball sack. Her fingers massaged that area expertly, teasing my poor balls and area around my ass. I don’t think my cock has ever been so hard as it was right then, straining bursa escort bayan against the massage table. It took all amount of will power to keep from flipping her over the table right then and there.

She left that area just as quickly as she got to it, leaving me wanting for her touch as she worked the rest of the way up my back. I have to admit, her hands were wonderful against my sore back as she kneeded all the tenseness out of my system. By the time she was done, the only tense muscle left in my body was the rock hard cock that lay underneath me.

I felt her hands once again slide down my back, massaging their way down to my ass. She slipped up next to me, and I felt the towel slip off my backside. Her hands slid over my asscheeks and cupped my behind.

I felt more oil dropping onto my cheeks, followed by her soft hands as she massaged my rear end expertly. Then she worked between my cheeks, her fingers working down my asscheeks, grazing my asshole and finishing up at my balls.

As her fingers slipped over my asshole I moaned loudly again and heard her whisper, “Lift your hips a little.”

I did as directed, lifting my hips up off the table, pulling myself up slightly by legs. I felt her hand slip around my hard cock once again. The oil slick on her fingers as she gripped my steely pole and began massaging the flesh.

It felt surreal as she began massaging my hard cock with her left hand. I felt something brush against my upper thighs and realized she had moved the towel underneath my waist. Then I felt her right hand back at the area between my asshole and balls.

As she began stroking my hard cock with my left hand, I felt her fingers begin massaging me between my legs once again. I could feel the pressure of her fingers as she alternated between massaging my balls and area in between.

I felt her oil slick fingers slide up my backside, coming to rest against my anus. I almost jumped when I felt the tip of her finger press görükle escort against my asshole. “Shhh….relax…”

I felt her left hand increase its speed as she steadily jerked off my rock hard cock. Then, unexpectedly, I felt her finger slip into my asshole. My already hard cock strained to grow even hard as she began massaging my prostate in time with her left hand stroking me.

My head began to reel, as she urged me to a kneeling position. My head was hanging and I looked down watching as she simultaneously jerked my hard cock and massaged my asshole. It was intense, and I was ready to explode.

Pre-cum was oozing from the tip of my cock, mixing with her oiled hand, coating my skin and hers. I began to moan uncontrollably, as my cock began to swell ready to explode.

I felt her hand slide down my cock, holding me. At the same time, I felt her finger slip all the way into my asshole up to the knuckle. It was too much for me and I nearly passed out as her hot mouth clamped over the head of my straining cock.

I came with such force that I felt like I was going to blow the back of her head off with my load. I seemed to cum forever as she continued to stroke my cock and massage my asshole with her finger.

I watched as she gulped greedily, swallowing every bit of my seed as it gushed into her mouth filling it to overflowing. As my cumming began to subside, my cock was still twitching straining to dump more into her willing mouth.

She dislodged my cock from her mouth and pulled her finger from my ass. She smiled at me sweetly and pushed me back on to the table. I had never felt so relaxed and yet so drained at the same time.

I slipped off the table and thanked her for such a relaxing massage. As I got dressed, I got to know a little more about her. This was her father’s house and he was nice enough to set her up with a studio to practice her trade. She had just opened the business a few days before, and hadn’t had much business, but was glad she could be of help to me.

I paid my fee, and with rubbery legs I made my way to the door.

It was then that I noticed the framed photo on the wall… my coworker, his wife and his young daughter that had just given me the best massage ever…

If he only knew how prophetic his words had turned out…

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Doc Zach Maggie’s Wedding Pt. 01

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Doc Zach Maggie’s Wedding P1

Doc Zach attends to the females at Maggie’s ranch.

“My deadbeat dad was drinking beer in the den when I saw my mom bend over the kitchen table. I pushed her down and flipped up her dress. She had no panties on. I unzipped my now huge hard cock and shoved it into my mom’s pussy. I fucked her hard until I shot buckets of cum in her hot cunt!” NOT, NO WAY!

None of my stories will ever be like that. I take time to build the story and the characters. There are reasons developed why the sex occurs. None of my stories are fast porno reads. Just thought you should know. DocZachEight.

WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex including panties, domination, reluctance, seduction, mind control, adultery, oral, incest and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don’t read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old. This is a 3 part series story of Doc Zach and his encounters at a wedding using his powers on ten women.

In previous stories I told that a bicycle accident at college while taking pre-med left me in a coma from a brain concussion. Coming out of it made me an empath that while in touch with only females I can tap into their deep needs and bring those feelings to the surface. I can mentally target specific thought and nerve centers to enhance feelings or onto specific sexual centers of their bodies.

I am now a doctor waiting to start my rotation as an Internist. I plan to concentrate my practice to young females with emotional issues causing eating disorders and weight control. Due to my empathy skills I shall be highly successful. There is this break period and my lab partner, Maggie, is using that time to get married and have a short honeymoon.

Let me describe Margret, Maggie, who has been my close friend and lab partner for the last two years. She is built like an Irish ‘stone shit house’ as the crude guys were want to say. Her breasts are full, more than a handful and her cleavage and cheeks were covered in freckles. Her green eyes are emerald gems sparkling in sunlight peeking out from behind her long red hair dangling down her front. Her waist pulls in to hips that flare out; baby hips they are called. Hips to grip as her legs are pushed up on her tits as she would share her body. Her ass, oh her ass was full and firm and to die for!

The sad part of this story is that we have never been intimate. She made it clear she loved her boyfriend who became her fiancé who will become her husband this weekend. During our study times we hugged and cuddled my hands always on her waist under those full orbs. I let my power flow into her to refresh her exhaustion or give her a sense of confidence before an exam. At most she gave me sister like hugs or kisses.

She came from a small western mountain town on a ranch her mother and grandmother still owned and ran. Only her close friends from high school were to be at the wedding. We were taking a late night plane to her local airport and were sitting in the way back cuddled under a blanket after lights down. I had fallen asleep dreaming about the many women it had been my pleasure to share. I was building their pleasure towards their climax with my power leaking into them.

I woke up and realized Maggie was kissing me intimately strong against my lips feeding me the tender tip of her tongue. I was shocked as she had never kissed me like she was doing now. My power responded and Maggie moaned and pushed her large breasts against me then buried her face against my neck kissing there and licking me with her warm wet tongue. Her hand was under the hem of my shorts massaging my long fat cock.

“Maggie baby what are you doing? You’re getting married. Is this your last chance at an innocent fling? You need to stop kissing me,” I whispered.

“Zach I need to tell you what you did,” she said kissing me again.

I pulled back and thought maybe I had farted or talked in my sleep about my women or even about Maggie. She laughed and kissed me again.

“Zach in all our time as friends you never made a pass at me not even when we drank too much and you could have easily taken your pleasure with me. When we cuddled I would have let you ‘accidently’ touch or cup my boobs but you didn’t even try that.”

“I began to think you didn’t like women but then I overheard some nurses talking about your special abilities and package and how they were always extremely happy and spent when you left them soaked and sore on their bed. Then I thought you just didn’t like me as a woman. And then you did what you did,” she said and kissed me again. Her hand lightly rubbed on my cock on my thigh. She rubbed it softly circling my fat dripping head.

“You were deep in sleep moaning and talking. I turned towards you to settle you down but you turned towards me and put your hand on my thigh under my skirt. I took in a deep breath as I felt pleasure pulse up my thigh and center on my crotch. You fingers walked up my inner thigh and I had no control as I turned my legs escort bayan towards you. I almost screamed when your fingers touched my panties. Your long fingers found my gusset wet from the juices I was already dripping. I pushed the edge of the blanket into my mouth and screamed as your fingers found my knot.”

“Zach your fingers slipped under the hem of my panties and moved up and down between my soaking wet labia. They worked into the vestibule of my vagina and I shifted in my seat. My ass moved towards you and I opened my thighs wide. I wanted you touching me. I wanted your fingers inside me. You were doing things to my pleasure nerves driving me crazy, driving me towards a climax.”

“My groin exploded with my hot juices as your fingers went deep inside my pussy and I came like crazy. I trembled on your fingers and came again. Aftershocks shook me and I soaked your fingers as I sprayed again and again. Pleasure pulsed throughout my body. My nipples went rock hard as I shut my eyes tight and moaned. I felt a touch on my shoulder. I turned my head with a post climax face spit drooling from my mouth and I saw the stewardess.”

“Are you okay sugar? I heard some moaning back here. Your scent caused my nostrils to flare. I love the scent of a woman after she cums. I better get you another blanket that one you have seems to be all wet. Ooo my, isn’t your fiancé a gifted one,” she said as she pulled the blanket away.

“Your long fat cock was uncovered peeking out from your shorts. Those nurses were right. The stewardess touched my cheek softly and watched me slowly pull your fingers out of my pussy. She asked me for a taste. I was shocked at first but then I pushed my soaked gusset aside and slid my two fingers inside my pussy. I pulled them out soaking wet with my own thick pussy juices.”

“I held my fingers up. I wanted now for her to taste me. I wanted her to get on her knees and go under my skirt and eat my soaking wet pussy. Zach in all my years in women’s sports I was never attracted to another female. I saw plenty of naked women in the showers but I never felt an attraction. Now I wanted to give myself to her. I wanted her to take me. I fed her my sweet pussy juices off my fingers over and over. She sucked and licked my fingers moaning as she took them deep. She leaned down and kissed me deeply.”

“I leaked into my panties once more. She told me I could freshen up in the crew’s bathroom but if I did she asked me to leave her my panties. She said I was very lucky to marry such a gifted fiancé.”

“He makes you cum off his fingers. What happens when he uses that big cock in your hot wet pussy?” she asked. I told her you were a very close friend and not my fiancé. She asked me if my fiancé knew about your friend’s huge cock. I didn’t answer her.”

“Zach you did something to me, you flipped a switch and turned on all my sexual centers. What did you do? Are you a witch? Did you cast a spell on me? What are your special powers? Tell me!” Maggie hissed.

“Maggie I’m sorry. If I’ve offended you I will get the next plane back. When I sleep I dream and when I dream I remember the many women I have been with. I remember giving them pleasure first then joining with them and filling them with cock and cum. I touched you in my sleep coaxing your pleasure but I went where I did not have permission. I’m sorry Maggie,” I tried to explain.

Maggie leaned over to me and kissed me deeply. She shooched me and said she had to go clean up since she was soaking wet ‘down there’. She stood then leaned in a kissed me deeply then sheltered my cheeks between the hills of her breasts. She laughed lightly and kissed me again then slipped out of the row. Her fragrance filled the small space of our row.

I didn’t keep track of how long she was gone but it felt like some time had passed. Maggie flopped into her seat and let out a long breath. She leaned over and kissed me deeply. She held my cheeks in her hands and kissed me again and smiled; her green eyes wild with lust. She my one hand and squeezed it against one of the mounds of her firm large breasts. I felt her nipple rise and poke my palm. I fought to contain my power from my BFF.

“She made me cum!” Maggie groaned then laughed lightly and covered her lips. This close to her I could see her face was flushed and smell her sweet female fragrance.

“Who?” I asked

“The stewardess! I went into the crew’s bathroom and splashed some water in my face and looked at the slut I had become. There came a knock on the door and I spoke, ‘Occupied’. She said, “Maggie open the door.”

“She moved quickly into the bathroom. She had several towels and put one in warm water. But then she moved in on me and kissed me deeply. She put her hands on my large breasts and pulled on my nipples. I trembled and kissed her back. I kissed her back deeply and hungrily. I’ve never acted like this.”

“She knelt in front of me and reached under my skirt and slowly pulled my soaking wet panties down my thighs. She kissed my mons then my clit then my wet nilüfer escort pussy lips. She slowly took my soaked panties off my feet and brought them to her lips. She told me I smelled delicious. She stood and lifted me to sit on the counter. She knelt again and went under my skirt. I could not see but felt her tongue lick my labia. She raised my thighs and spread them then her tongue licked inside the opening to my vagina. She captured my clitoris between her lips and sucked. I poured my thick pussy juice into her mouth. She drank deeply of my juices.”

“She pushed two slender fingers up inside me and right away found my g-spot. She stroked across that pad as she sucked on my pleasure knot. I went to scream and she stuffed my mouth with a towel. I came Zach! I came over and over as I soaked her fingers and the floor. She sucked and finger fucked me to orgasm after orgasm. I wanted to give all of me to her. She sucked my soul as I came in one huge orgasm.”

“I told her I wanted to taste her. She said we didn’t have time so she slipped her fingers under her uniform skirt then brought her fingers to my face. Her fingers were wet and she slid them into my mouth. She did that several times; I didn’t get enough of her. She took the wet warm towel and washed me of my dripping juices. She pat my pussy dry then gave it another kiss biting my curly red hair.”

“I’ve always wondered if the carpet matched the red drapes,” I said laughing.

“Shut up you slob. You had many opportunities to see my curls but didn’t move on me. All you had to do was kiss me deeply or massage my huge boobs and tweak my big nipples or slide your hands into my yoga pants while we were studying and cuddling,” she said laughing.

“Margret you know all you talked about was Fred especially once he became your fiancé. I honored your choice,” I said as I touched her cheek and warmed her.

“See Zach you’re doing it again. I’m sitting next to you with no panties because I gave them away to a woman I never met before and you are making my pussy weep. I’ll wet my skirt if you don’t stop,” she said but leaned in and kissed me deeply again. Her large breasts rubbed against me as she moaned on my lips.

She held my face tenderly. “I would have given myself to you Zach if you had asked,” she said softly then laid her head in my lap.

I covered her with the new blanket and slowly moved my hand under her skirt and palmed her full ass cheek. She moaned then bit my cock through my shorts and I got the message. I left my hand on her warm ass and she let out a long breath then fell asleep. While she slept I moved my hand onto her large breast and she sighed and covered my hand letting it stay. We both fell asleep until we heard the wake up bell and the stewardess came to our row to wake us.

When the lights came up I saw that the stewardess was quite pretty with long blonde hair. She smiled as she watched me adjust my package back within my shorts. She told Maggie she hoped her fiancé was equally gifted or she would always wonder. She then leaned in and kissed Maggie one last time. I watched Maggie slid her hand up the stewardess’ skirt. She opened her thighs and the blonde moaned. I saw wet fingers come out and Maggie sucked them clean.

There was hustle and bustle getting our small bags but at the doorway the stewardess kissed me deeply. I released my power and she soaked her own panties. She looked at me then kissed Maggie. “You better think about what you are gonna do girl,” she whispered. We walked out the doorway and went to the baggage claim. Maggie said she called her Mom at the wait-lot and we should go to the curb. A five passenger jeep pulled up and Maggie’s mom hopped out.

From intros, Jennie was a spitting image of her daughter but in her early forties. Speaking of forties I could see from where Maggie got her two gifts. Mom was still in great shape either from ranch work or exercise or perhaps both. Her long brunette hair had streaks of red and a touch of gray. She hugged me and my hand drifted onto her firm large ass and I gave it a squeeze and left an itch between those full cheeks. Mom moaned and squeezed her large tits hard against me and took a deep breath against my neck.

She stepped back and fanned herself with her hand. “Oh Maggie, I like this one!” Mom said blushing. “Zach, Maggie has told us all about you at school. Her phone calls are more about you than that Fred. Now I see why honey. I’m gonna enjoy having you for company,” Jennie gushed.

“Mother, put a sock in it and leave poor Zach alone. He’s here for my wedding not to satisfy your fantasies,” Maggie snapped.

“Fine, fine, fine,” Mom drifted off.

When we put our luggage in the back Maggie growled at me that her mother was off limits and was not to be used to ease my blue balls. As she was leaning over I slid my hand under her skirt and grabbed her ass. She screeched as some of the guys wolf-whistled and she slapped my hand away. “Zach dammit!” she yelled.

We got in the jeep and headed for the altıparmak escort ranch about an hour away. I caught Jennie looking at me in the rearview mirror. What I have always liked about my cock since the coma is that it always stays its full eight inches long and just gets hard when needed. While we were at a light I rolled it up on my thigh and the fat head peaked out from under the leg hem. Jennie’s eyes got wide and she adjusted the mirror to see my crotch. I twitched it and her mouth opened wide. A honk behind her got her to focus on her driving.

Maggie pointed out various landmarks in their area of the state as we drove. Jennie only had eyes for my cock. I shifted and my shorts pulled up and half my fat cock was uncovered. I teased Mom by rubbing my leaking pre-cum around on my fat plum sized cockhead. Jennie grabbed the rearview mirror and turned it away from my cock or she would crash. I watched her unbutton her blouse two buttons down. Now I could see her deep cleavage.

The jeep turned onto a long dirt road and pulled up to the ranch house. A grandma figure stood on the porch and waved. When the car stopped I carried all the bags inside the kitchen as Maggie was hugging her grandma. Now grandma, Angie, was no apron wearing matron. She looked to be as equally older than her daughter. I guessed the women to be twenty five, forty five and sixty five.

Nana Angie gave me a full breasted hard hug with her face buried in my neck. She breathed in and actually kissed my neck then nipped it. “Oh Maggie baby your Zach smells like Sunday cookies! Oh what a sweet treat he must be. You sure you making the right choice baby doll?” she asked dripping sugar.

“Will you two horny broads leave poor Zach alone and stop dragging Fred down. I’m home here to marry Fred in a few days and Zach is not here to scratch your itch. He agreed to be my grooms-aide so leave it like that. I have a lot to do for this wedding so don’t give me added stress,” Maggie yelled. She turned to me and with hands on her hips akimbo growled, “And YOU, leave that horse-cock in your pants!” and stopped off upstairs.

Both women whispered, “Horse-cock?” I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. Jennie asked if I wanted to shower and freshen up after my night flight. Nana Angie said I could use her ensuite because it had its own hot water heater and she could hear Maggie using up all the hot water upstairs. I said I would carry my bags upstairs then be back down. I quickly changed into gym shorts and a muscle shirt. Nana Angie wolf whistled as I walked through the kitchen. She showed me how the handles worked then walked out.

I took a hot steamy shower giving my cock a good washing. When I shut off the flow and slid the glass door open Jennie stood there holding some towels. Her eyes went straight to my hard cock pointing outwards. She put the towels aside and took my long fat cock in her two hands and gave it a stroke. “Can you cum quickly?” she asked moving her hands up and down my shaft. I said, “Yes.”

Jennie knelt and opened her mouth real wide and captured my cockhead. She licked my pre-cum leaking from my cockhead and moaned. I leak a lot so her tongue got coated. She took more cock into her mouth then slid up and down my thick shaft. Her saliva started leaking past her lips lubing my shaft. She then sucked all that back.

I started using her mouth for my pleasure. I pushed past her lips, across her tongue to the back of her mouth. She moved her hands rapidly on my shaft sucking my cockhead and licking my pleasure knot. She wanted my cum quickly and did all she knew to make it happen. She held my shaft and slapped her lips against her fingers taking as much cock as she could.

My power flowed into her causing her panties to get soaked. She moaned on my cock punching the back of her mouth with my cockhead. She turned my cock sideways and sucked my pleasure knot. She stayed on me sucking and licking driving me towards my completion. She took me back into her mouth sucking my cockhead pulling my pre-cum out the slit.

My thoughts entered her body and I hardened her big nipples and overwhelmed her pussy with pleasure. I softened her gag reflex and widened her throat. I reached the tipping point as I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face until her lips touched my groin. My cockhead filled her throat as the first of my cum ejected down her throat. She growled as I pulled back to my cockhead and fired off pulse after pulse of hot thick cum filling her mouth.

My powers overwhelmed her and I made her cum so strongly she sprayed her hot juices in her panties which then dripped on the bathroom floor. Her panties were soaked and could hold no more so her hot juices ran past her leg hem wetting the tile floor. My cum filled her mouth until some leaked out from her trembling lips. A large glob dripped between her breasts and worked its way into her bra. She trembled then swallowed all my cum pooling behind her teeth.

I caused her to cum again and she moaned and tipped forward taking my full eight inches in her mouth and throat. She screamed but my cock cut off the sound. I grabbed her hair and held her on my cock until she swayed from lack of breath. I let her slide off my cock as she knelt with her thighs spread. Her skirt was soaked in her own cum juices as it wicked up off the tile floor.

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It Was More Than I Expected #01

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High Heels

It had been 3 years since i had lost my husband Chad to a heart attack. i have missed him each and every day of that time.

I was to young to be a widow at 59. But here i am now at 62 missing all that a good marriage provides.

With Chad gone i had thrown myself into all kinds of things to fill the void. Volunteer work at the church a gym membership and more.

The church had become my life and before long i was offered a full time position by Father Matt.

I gladly accepted and jumped in. The position was for a secretary in the school office. Children all around, something Chad and i never had and volunteers a plenty.

The first couple of months where a whirl wind of activities and went by to quickly.

One day as i was chatting with Ben, one of our 3 maintenance men. I mentioned that i had an electrician coming over to my house to install a ceiling fan in two weeks.

Ben protested and said he would do it the next day. I told him that i didn’t want to take him away from his young family. I knew he was married and had a 13 year old son in our school.

He insisted and we set a time up for the next day, Saturday.

That morning as i cleaned the house my mind wandered to Ben. At first thinking how nice he was. Then, still being a women i began to think about other things.

Ben was 32 and very handsome. Dark hair and a killer smile. Well over 6′ he was a pleasure to look at. And look at him i did. After all i’m 62 not 92.

At around 2 o’clock the doorbell rang and when i answered there stood Ben. With his tools and ladder he looked unusually hot. The whole handyman thing came to mind. Pushing that thought aside i welcomed him in.

We chatted a little and i showed him where the fan was going in the living room. As he walked by me I inhaled his aroma,it engulfed me and brought back memories of my life before with Chad.

As he set up his ladder all i could do is look at him. Tight black tee shirt and baggy grey shorts. My thought was, I wished the shorts were just as tight.

As he went up the ladder i could sense he was watching me but i didn’t care i was focused on his legs and those shorts. Then i heard him, “Sheri could you come over and hold the ladder”

In a trance i walked over and took hold of the ladder. Without thinking i looked up. Inside those baggy shorts was the most magnificent cock i had seen in my 62 years.

Then i heard his voice “You see something you like Sheri” The whole time I had been focused on his cock and had not looked at his face but when I did the smile I was use to at school was now a smirk. I couldnt talk but nodded yes.

He started down the ladder then turned. His shorts were now at my eye level. “Pull them down Sheri so you get a good look at what you want”.

I was in a daze. I had never done anything like this before, at least since college..But I knew I wanted to and needed to.

My hands went to the waistband of his shorts and without a second thought I pulled them down. there it was inches from my face. Something I had not seen in 3 years. My mouth started to water. bursa eskort I was now consumed by lust. Everything I learned in church was now gone and only this cock slut remained.

Pushing me back he shook the shorts from his feet. It was then i noticed a change in his attitude. Gone was the friendly and polite Ben. In his place was a demanding and dominate man.

Grabbing my hair he pulled me towards him. “Your gonna get face fucked now Sheri and love every minute of it” Without a thought I opened my mouth and offered it to him. The feeling of his cock entering my mouth made me dizzy.

He became somewhat crazed. Pounding my throat calling me names. “i’m gonna fuck them pretty little lips of yours you fucking slut.” And believe me he was.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed my face into his sack “Lick them mother fuckers Sheri”

I had a hard time breathing but i knew what i had to do and wanted to do. I loved it!

One at a time i sucked each one into my mouth then started to give them a warm wet tongue bath. “Oh fuck yes Sheri but your not done down there bitch”. With that he turned around and spread his ass open, “Eat it you fucking cunt”. Once again this was something I I had done maybe 2 or 3 times in my life. But i did it. I had lost all reason, I was a slut. He had his hand on the back of my head pushing my face into his ass.

“Lick it Sheri”. Lick it I did! As I forced my tongue into his asshole I reached between his legs grabbing his cock, stroking him for all i was worth. i began to move back and forth from his orhangazi escort ass to his balls.

After what seemed like 10 minutes he pushed me away. “I’m gonna fuck you Sheri like you never been fucked before”.

This would be the only time i protested. I didn’t want to but i had to. Women of my age have vaginal dryness and it can be very painful. I explained this to Ben and he seem to listen. After a moment that smirk returned. “Bend over the couch Sheri”. I knew what was coming but had experienced it hundreds of times before with Chad and in high school and college.

I bent over the back of the couch and to my surprise the first thing i felt was his tongue probing my ass. I moaned. “You like my tongue in your ass Sheri” I do I responded.

With that he stood up and spit on it and pushed his cock in. What a feeling. I was in heaven. It had been quite awhile maybe 4 years since I had my ass treated to a cock. It was as awesome as I remembered.

To say Ben fucked my ass would be an understatement. It was more like a pounding.

Wanting more i was a little disappointed when he said “I’m gonna cum in your ass Sheri”.And with that he did. More cum than i had ever felt. I could feel it dripping out. What a glorious feeling. I was now an official cum slut who was left wanting more.

I watched as he put his shorts on and pick up his tools. He was silent the whole time.

Then he spoke “We can finish the fan another time Sheri, i’ll need help so i’ll bring Mike with me.”

My mind raced, Mike? Then it hit me Mike was in Bens department at the church. He is almost 60,black and extremely handsome.

i smiled at Ben of course you can bring Mike.

Ben smiled gave me a kiss and patted me on the ass. “Later slut”

After Ben left I showered, dressed and headed to the Pharmacy for lubricant. A women needs to be prepared.

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A Public Handjob and Anal Creampie

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A Public Handjob and An Anal Creampie

Or, The Art of Handjobs

It has always seemed unfair to me that handjobs are viewed as a sort of second – or perhaps even third – tier sexual act. As if they’re automatically constitutive of a disappointing end to an otherwise pleasant evening, or are all essentially blowjobs that should have been but never were.

I mean, I’m not going to deny that there is a special magic to the sight of an upturned arse with waiting, unfurled lips slick with shimmering arousal. I want to leave you with no doubt that I too am a great fan of oral sex. The sound that a woman’s throat makes as you collide with it is amongst the most erotic that you can experience, and the sensation of a woman’s tongue bathing your cockhead is truly incomparable. Nevertheless, however, I remain a great lover of handjobs.

The key, I have learnt, is the context in which the handjob takes place.

As evidence for the above, I would cite one of my favourite sexual memories of all time. Its a memory to which I have returned time and time again when I have had need of a fantasy sufficient to make an empty bed warmer, and a long night somewhat less boring.

The episode in question took place when I had just turned 19. I was a few months into my first serious relationship, and we were both beginning to realise that we actually had very little in common, save that we were very physically attracted to each other. She was an art student with a penchant for fashion, and I was a straight-laced economics student without a creative bone in his body. Her idea of a good weekend was a couple of parties and a blinding hangover. Mine was a mountain, a tent, and a sleeping bag.

I suspect that, had I thought about it for more than a few minutes, I would have realised that our relationship was doomed to fail for precisely that reason. Now, with the maturity of a few more years under my belt, I like to think that I wouldn’t force myself to pointlessly continue it. Back then, however, I didn’t foresee the inevitable. Of course, we knew that we were struggling, but we simply chose to try to escape our issues by relying on the one thing that we had in common: our mutual attraction to one another. And so we fucked. We fucked like rabbits. We fucked like dogs in heat. We fucked like the horny teenagers that we were.

If we couldn’t choose where to go out to eat, I’d finger her in the kitchen as we cooked ourselves an omelette. If we couldn’t decide what to do for a weekend, she’d suck me off as we watched TV and I’d eat her out on the sofa in her flat share. In fact, after the first three or four months of our relationship to the very end of it, hardly a date went by when some part of me didn’t end up buried in some part of her. We fucked under a bridge in the park. We fucked in a public toilets in a London suburb. We fucked on her kitchen table, and her living room floor. If there was a flat surface and we had access to it, we gave it a damn good shot.

And its not like I was complaining. Physically, she was my ideal partner. Blonde and blue-eyed with a cheeky, full-lipped smile she turned heads no matter where we went. Beneath the fancy clothes and artsy makeup, she also had a body to die for. She was slim without being skinny. Her tits – still blessed with the buoyancy of youth – were untanned, pillowy and perfectly sized for her body. They were topped by gorgeously puffy nipples that she would tug and massage as she masturbated, and complemented by a thick, well-formed arse that would ripple and shake whenever I took her from behind.

All of this was made all the more appealing by a sexual appetite and love of experimentation that bordered on voracious. To be clear, its not that we were kinky, per se (though there was more than one occasion where she found herself tied up and blindfolded). It was more that she rarely required convincing to try something new that I was interested in, and often came up with enthusiastic suggestions of her own. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon for her to show me a görükle escort clip from some porno that she’d watched, and ask me whether we could give a scene or move the old college try.

When we were actually in bed together, she was equally exciting. For a start, she was vocal — not so much a screamer, but definitely a moaner and groaner. Even better, she had a pussy that would overflow with a sweet nectar that clung to her fingers in thick strands whenever I watched her play with herself. She never creamed — her grool was always viscous and clear — but it was always free flowing. Indeed, to me, it felt as if her panties were never dry.

And when it came to my cum, ‘voracious appetite’ is an entirely literal and thoroughly accurate descriptor. She didn’t care where I came, so long as it was either on her, or in her. Whether I wanted to cum in her arse, or glaze it, whether I was going to have her swallow it or lick it off her own chin, she was always willing and even excited to take it. I gave her vaginal creampies, anal creampies, pearl necklaces and facials. I’d fuck her face, and unload down her throat without a second thought. If it was cum, and it was going anywhere near her, she’d love it. I think she probably felt like it was the ultimate sign of my approval of her — the definitive proof that she was still just as sexy to me as ever and that our relationship was therefore still going strong.

That’s probably about as much as you need to know about her and, frankly, anything that I say about myself will probably be a lie, so I won’t bother you with any of that. Suffice it to say that I was happy with life.

But you clicked on this story to read about a handjob, no doubt. So, let us return to the matter which is, as it were, at hand. I was, as I say 19. It was the year that Avenger’s Endgame came out, and the cinemas were packed with Marvel diehards and casual viewers alike. I, however, had already seen the movie with a couple of friends from uni, and my girlfriend was far more interested in artsy films than anything quite so artistically bankrupt. Both those things combined to mean that when my girlfriend chose to go and watch some ‘cinematic experience’ the name of which I cannot for the life of me recall, the theatre that we walked into was relatively unpopulated. It was just us, a group of artsy looking girls with bangs and stylistically baggy clothes occupying the left wing of seats, and a group of older women in spectacles who had come equipped with wine glasses and had inexplicably chosen to occupy the front row.

We found ourselves some seats near the back of the cinema and made ourselves comfortable. Now, I’d been on dates to the cinema before. I know the drill. You wait for the lights to go down, give the movie maybe fifteen minutes of runtime so that you know that the other punters are well and truly engrossed, and then you make your move. Start with the hand on the knee, or around the shoulders. Get close enough for a kiss, and transition into a make out. If you’re lucky, a bit of over the clothes action, and if things are going really well and the movie is either a bit raunchy or very shit, you might find that a hand makes it into your boxers.

Of course, knowing my girlfriend, I already expected that things would go differently. It wouldn’t have been the first time that she rode my fingers to a muffled, panting orgasm in an empty cinema, nor would it have been her first time wanking me to completion in the dark. I could not, however, have predicted just how far sideways she would take my plan that evening.

Things began to go sideways at around about stage three of the aforementioned plan. I had waited for the lights to go down. The movie was about five minutes started, and I made my move. Rather than plumbing for resting my hand on her thigh, I went straight for her arse, wrapping my arm around her waist and pushing her gently forwards so that I could have the room to get a firm grasp on her butt cheeks.

Now, I made that choice for two reasons; firstly, bursa merkez escort I reckoned that if one of the cinema’s other denizens were to turn around, it would be much less suspicious for me to have my hand wrapped around my girl’s waist, than directly up her skirt. Secondly, I knew how much my girlfriend loved to have her arse played with. Ever since the first time that I did it for her — pushed my finger into her tight, hot little arsehole whilst I lapped away at her clit — she’d been mad for anal and I knew that with nothing more than a quick graze of her arse with my finger, I could have her soaking through her panties and ready to let me do whatever I wanted with her.

As my fingers quested through her panties, however, massaging the taught flesh and muscle of her arse cheeks, they didn’t come across the sensation that I was expecting. Instead, I found a ring of cold metal topped by a hard, flat surface with sloping edges. It took me a minute to realise what I was toying with: her favourite, jewel-topped butt plug. I turned to look at her, and found her already looking at me, smiling with her blue eyes wide and innocent. She turned away from me and leant forwards, giving me as much space as I needed to do whatever it was that I had planned.

If I wasn’t as hard as a I’ve ever been before then, I got there immediately.

See, I knew what that butt plug meant. What it symbolised.

That plug was one of her favourite toys that I’d ever gotten for her. Like I said, my girlfriend loved anal. She loved it when I ate her arse. She loved it when I sank my fingers into her butthole whilst she buried her head in my lap and my cock in her throat. She loved it when I pushed my thumb into her whilst I fucked her doggystyle. Most of all, though, she loved it when I butt fucked her. In fact, I think it might have been her favourite thing for us to do in the bedroom. It certainly mad her moan the loudest and squirt the most often.

The one thing that she didn’t like — that annoyed her even — was that she couldn’t do it as easily as she wanted. At least, not if she wanted me to fuck her as rough and as hard as I knew that she preferred it. And that’s why I bought her the plug. It was a long thing with a wider than usual, tapered base, like a thick, jewel topped carrot. What we discovered was that if she wore it for our foreplay session before we got down to business — whilst we 69’d for example — I could fuck her ass slowly for as long as I wanted, or as rough as I wanted for about ten minutes. If she wore it for twenty minutes, I could get half an hour out of her arse before she’d need a break. And if she’d worn it for an hour, I could pound her arsehole for just about as long as she’d had it in. But, I realised, she’d been with me since three in the afternoon. That meant that she’d had her plug in for over four hours. I couldn’t even imagine what she was going to let me do to her that night. How many times I was going to get to cum in her tight, little arse.

It was something that we’d talked about before: one of her kinks that I was more than happy to share in. Of course, we’d gone multiple rounds in a single night many times before. One time, we’d stayed up as late as we could to see how many different places I could cum in a single evening (. We managed five. (A story that I’d be happy to tell some other time). But she’d never been able to go multiple rounds with her arse. She just couldn’t do it, no matter how much lube we used it was just too painful for her to enjoy. Tonight however, I realised, she was determined to pull it off and she had already made the necessary preparations.

My fingers toyed with the plug almost absent-mindedly as I imagined the ploughing that I was going to be giving her in just a few short hours. I began to pull and push it back and forth slowly, dragging it gently a few short centimetres out of her before plunging it back. I heard her slap her hand to her mouth to silence her breathy groans and her hand latch, bursa escort bayan vice-like onto my leg. I wrapped my fourth and fifth fingers around the base of the plug and let my middle and forefingers drift lower. I found what I was looking for instantly. Her slick, welcoming pussy lips unfurled to meet me. I pushed my fingers into her soft folds as I continued my onslaught on her butt with my other two fingers.

I was now double penetrating her, and I could tell from her fidgeting legs and convulsing walls that she was enjoying my ministrations as much as ever. It wasn’t long before I felt her attempts to reciprocate. Her slim hand, however, wasn’t reaching for the gap between my belt and my wait as I had expected. She was going for the belt itself. She was well practiced and, even in her compromised position it wasn’t long before she had my belt undone, and my trousers unzipped. Then, my cock was in the open air, and her soft, warm hand was wrapped tightly around my shaft. She wanked me slowly at first, in time to my own penetration of her arse and pussy. Then, as I sped up, she sped up too and soon she was wanking me at full speed as her juices flowed across my palm and fingers and she whimpered into her other hand.

She managed to pull her head around to mine, her quivering lips inches from my ear.

‘Please…’ she begged me, her voice shaking with pleasure, ‘please don’t stop using my arse.’

I shivered at her words and pushed my cock up against her hand. She took the hint and began to masturbate me faster as she continued talking in my ear.

‘My arsehole needs to be ready for you. I want you to be able to fuck it as hard as you want for as long as you want. I want you to fill it with as much cum as you’ve got.’

Her hand left my shaft for a second and my hips bucked as my cock searched for her warm embrace. I felt her hand slide between her legs, pushing my fingers out of her gushing pussy. For a half-second, I thought that she was taking over fingering her pussy so that I could focus on her arse, and she her clit but I immediately felt her hand return to my cock, now bathed in her own, sticky juices.

‘When you’re close to cumming,’ she whispered, ‘pull the plug out.’

She paused to bite her other hand to silence a moan.

‘I’ll sit on your lap and you can finish in my arse then put the plug back in when you’re done.’

That was enough for me. The image of her upturned arse already overflowing with cum as I fucked another load into her was seconds away from pushing me over the edge. I tugged the plug out of her and, true to her word, she immediately rose from her seat, took a second to position my cock beneath her, and sank. Immediately, I felt the white, hot tug of my orgasm propel itself through my shaft. With what little remained of my conscious mind, I redoubled my attacks on her pussy, now reaching unashamedly between her legs to thrust my fingers into her pussy and grind my palm against her clit. As spurt after spurt of my spunk filled her arse, I felt the familiar tightening and convulsing of her pussy crescendo and her orgasm crash over her. She writhed silently in my lap, her arse’s contractions squeezing the last drops of cum from my sensitive cock.

We sat there for a few moments as we returned to normal. On the screen, a naked, anorexically thin girl was smoking something in a pipe as she was painted by a class of young men. The audience in front of us was either rivetted or asleep. Our own performance had gone unheeded.

My girlfriend rose out of my lap, her arse resealing as she pulled herself off of my fading cock. She bent herself over the seat in front of her and reached back to flip her skirt up and spread her cheeks with her hands, a clear invitation to push her plug back in. I paused for a second, however, to commit the lewd sight to memory:

My girlfriend, her thighs slick with excitement, her pussy lips engorged and her arsehole splattered with cum. In front of her, a 30 foot high, nude model, commanding the attention of twenty-odd oblivious women. A single bead of cum emerging from my girlfriend’s arse and trickling down her leg.

I tucked my cock back into my boxers and fastened my jeans. I lined the plug up with her arse and pushed it slowly forward, sealing my cum inside her for the next few hours.

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The Doe-Eyed Waif

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(This is an entry in the Christmas stories contest. If you enjoy the story, please vote and comment.)

Santa must love me because I’ve never had such a young, nubile present in all my life.

It was the day before Christmas and the sky hung over my house as black as cast iron. A bitter mix of snow and sleet hissed through the leafless trees in my front yard. A foot and a half of snow covered the ground; not much for some parts of the country but here in Olympia, Washington it was quite a shock. Power was out in parts of town, though not at my house, and the schools and many businesses had been closed for several days. Temperatures dipped into the single digits at night. Just getting out of my car and crunching across the snow through the arctic air was enough for me.

I’ve lived alone since my divorce a year ago. Now in my mid-forties, I found myself on this frozen night with only a crackling wood stove and a plate of plum-sauce chicken and fresh-baked garlic bread. I was just about to dish it up when I heard a tapping at the front door.

Who could possibly be here in this god-awful weather?

Walking to the door, I peered through the peephole and clicked on the porch light. The figure was so short I saw only the top of a camouflage hood.

I cracked the door and looked out. “Yes?”

A high, squeaky voice replied, “I…I’m really sorry to bother you, mister….”

In a camo jacket, baggy pants, and battered backpack, the kid looked like a street urchin from a Charles Dickens novel. Large eyes stared back at me, barely visible between a knit cap and threadbare scarf.

I squinted back, trying to get a read. “What do you want? You’re letting all my warm air out.”

“I know, it’s just…well it’s really cold out here….”

“No kidding. Why aren’t you at home?”

A gloved hand tugged the scarf down, revealing luminous hazel eyes, button nose, and cupid mouth. I suddenly realized this was a girl. Those eyes pleaded with me. Almost comically oversized, they seemed to reach out, begging for help yet somehow unwilling to compromise. Lashes from a mascara commercial guarded sparkling copper retinas that pulled me closer.

“I don’t have a home,” she said, voice shaking. “I…I’ve got nowhere to go and it’s f-f-freezing out here. Do you think I could…you know…sleep in your garage or something?”

“The garage? Don’t you have friends? Or a shelter?” I asked. I felt bad for her but I wasn’t thrilled by the idea of letting a total stranger into my house. Maybe she was a decoy and her buddies were going to come in the back any minute, or maybe she’d pull a gun. Couldn’t be too careful these days.

“N-no, I’ve got nobody. My step-dad kicked me out last week. We’re pretty new to town and the shelter’s all full. I’m just….” She didn’t finish, just stood there shivering, her breath coming in sharp, icy puffs as she wobbled from side to side like a drunk.

Aw, crap, she’s going to pass out on my front porch. I glanced at the snow-covered yard. The only tracks were mine coming from my car and her’s from the street. The wind picked up and frosty air whistled past the door.

Against my better judgment I said, “Okay, come in.” I gave her a squint. “And don’t try anything funny.”

“T-thank you,” she replied, stepping inside.

As I closed and locked the door, an unsettling idea hit me.

“How old are you, kid?”

“Turned eighteen t-t-two months ago,” she chattered.

“Don’t bullshit me. You can’t be more than thirteen or fourteen,” I said, scanning her diminutive body. “I don’t want some minor in my house. Looks bad.”

In response she dug into a pocket and pulled out a cheap nylon wallet. With a rip of Velcro she tugged out an ID and handed it to me. She pushed her hood back, unwrapped the scarf from around her neck, and tugged off the knit cap. She gazed up at me hopefully. Her pillowy lips seemed too small and her cheekbones too high to be real. Golden hair spilled over her shoulders, long and fine and shiny. Her skin was pale and I saw a faint dusting of freckles across her cheeks and upturned nose.

I glanced at the license.

“Jessica, huh?” I asked.

She nodded, waiting for my decision. Her hair and eye color matched the license. Height said five foot even. Weight 105 pounds. I think she was fudging a bit, but no doubt this was her. I did the math and sure enough, she was two months past eighteen.

“I-I’ve got nowhere to go,” she said, still shivering. “I really don’t want to be a bother, but if I sleep in this again….”

“You slept outside last night?”

Jessica nodded.

“It was what? Eight degrees?”

“The shelters are all f-full. Only room for families and single moms. I stayed there a few times but last night…no luck.”

I felt sorry for her. The weather was truly wretched. But the fact that she was a girl, and a very pretty one, tipped the scales. Maybe it was sexist but I didn’t feel threatened, which was my top concern about having a stranger in my house. I had no delusions that we’d hook up though; I was twice her escort bursa age, and it would be boorish to put the moves on this poor, stranded kid. I figured I’d do my good deed and that would be the end of it.

I said, “Look, you can stay here tonight. But tomorrow you need to go.”

“I really appreciate it, mister,” she replied. “It’s really awful out there.”

“I’m David,” I said, sticking out my hand. We shook. I gestured to the coat rack. “You can hang your stuff up there.”

She shucked her pack onto the floor and hung her camo jacket on a hook. Wet, snowy boots plopped beside the door and she wriggled out of her soggy pants. Now in a gray hoodie and jeans, she seemed even smaller than before. I looked at her more closely. If I hadn’t seen her ID I would have sworn she was barely out of junior high. The oversize eyes, tiny mouth, and pointy chin reminded me of an anime chick come to life. My cock began to swell.

I saw her glance around the room, pausing at the small potted pine hung with the few decorations left over from my divorce. A single string of lights draped it and a handful of presents from my family and friends huddled at its base. It seemed like a pathetic excuse for a Christmas tree, but compared to what I imagined her life to be like, it suddenly seemed like a royal spread. The scent of the fire, and the tree, and my plum-sauce chicken hit me all at once. I thought I heard her stomach rumbling. Poor kid must be starving.

“You hungry?” I asked.

“I…I’m okay.”

Yeah right, I thought. Aloud I said, “Look, I’ve got some chicken. I probably won’t be able to finish it all.”

“It smells delicious.”

Pointing to a giant fake bearskin rug in front of the roaring fire, I said, “Sit down. Get warm.”

“Thanks mister. I really appreciate it.”

I brought two plates and we ate together, basking in the heat of the wood stove. I glanced at her stunning profile and tried to ignore my swelling dick.

“My step-dad kicked me out,” she explained between mouthfuls. “I’m starting at the community college in two weeks. Got a full scholarship, dorm room, and everything.”

“That’s pretty impressive,” I offered.

We chatted about her plans for a while, and I told of my life as a self-employed electrician. It seemed we were warmed as much by each other’s company as by the stove.

“I haven’t eaten in a day and a half,” she said, devouring the last of the meal. “I was just wandering around. No place to go with the library closed and the shelters all full.”

Wind rattled the trees and sleet sandblasted the windows. The lights flickered.

“Might lose power,” I said, getting up to add more wood to the fire. “I’ve got candles in all the rooms in case it does.”

“Don’t use up your firewood on my account,” she said.

“I’ve got plenty,” I replied, sitting back down.

“Okay, but I’m plenty warm already.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” I replied, trying to sound disinterested.

In response she tugged off the hoodie and jeans and tossed them aside. She wiggled into a cross-legged position, our knees brushing. Tight, sky-blue long underwear hugged her curves like a second skin. The areola of her bra-less breasts made tantalizing mounds in the sheer fabric. The contours of her pussy were just as clearly outlined. I drank in every inch of her, not caring if she knew I was looking. She seemed quite relaxed around me, and certainly aware that I found her attractive. My cock throbbed and I felt a slick of pre-cum soaking my underwear. Still the age difference made me uncomfortable.

“You are really beautiful,” I said sincerely.

“My boobies are too little,” she replied, cupping her small breasts, “The boys make fun of me.”

“You look great, Jessica. Don’t believe anyone who says different.”

“You mean it?” she asked.

“Mm hmm.” I said. “Absolutely.”

She gazed at me like a child looking for guidance, but also as a young woman who knew what she wanted but didn’t know how to get it. Firelight flickered on her sculpted cheekbones and gleamed from her plump, undersized lips. Her hazel eyes stirred like pools of molten bronze.

Without meaning to, I found my fingertips tracing her shoulder. Sliding my fingers through her golden hair and gently over the back of her neck, I pulled her to me. She fell toward me without resistance.

What am I doing? She’s half my age.

A tingle coursed through me. I hadn’t planned it, but her mouth hovered inches away from mine. Her doe eyes drooped nearly closed and her breasts heaved too fast for just sitting beside a fire. I felt her breath on my face.

Unable to resist, I pressed my lips against hers.

Her lips parted eagerly and her tongue snaked out, encircling mine, probing and testing. Pulling her closer I felt the soft warmth of her lips as her tongue explored my mouth. Her fingers stroked my thigh. My cock ached.

As I held her neck with one hand, keeping her lips against mine, my other hand mapped the contours of her petite breasts. Jessica made wonderful moaning sounds into bursa otele gelen escort my mouth. Her tits felt like small mounds tipped with oversized areola. Beneath my caresses her nipples swelled into firm gumdrops. I massaged one breast and then the other, reveling in the sensation of her ripe, young flesh.

“Oh David,” she gasped, but said nothing more as I kissed her with renewed vigor.

Her hand moved up to stroke my bulging crotch. It was my turn to groan.

“That’s nice,” I whispered.

She mumbled back, “Mm hmm,” as she rubbed my crotch, stroking my rock-hard shaft and cupping my balls.

My fingers drifted south, over her flat belly. down to her crotch. Between her wide-spread legs I felt the shape of her womanhood: the hard ledge of her pubic bone, the yielding mounds of her labia, and the space in the middle where her softness offered both mystery and promise.

She caressed me harder and I did the same for her.

Rubbing her crotch made her groan louder. Throwing caution to the wind, I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of her long underwear, under her panties, and over her sparse pubes. My finger caressed her moist slit and she moaned again. I pressed the tip gently into her. Suddenly she tensed up. I thought it might be the beginnings of an orgasm but she pushed me away. Her expression seemed more embarrassed than passionate.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling my hand from her panties.

Jessica glanced away.

I said, “Look, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to….”

“It’s not that.”

“What then?”

Still not meeting my eyes, said, “I’m kind of dirty. You know…down there.”

“Ahhh,” I said, understanding now. “We need to get you cleaned up, then.”


“Oh yeah. I’ve got a rule in this house.”


“No stinky girls.”

She giggled, relaxing again. “It’s been four days since I had a shower. I spend most of my time hanging at the library. It’s warm but you can’t really wash off in the sink.”

I leaned toward her and wrinkled my nose. “You are kind of ripe.”

“You’re mean,” she said, slapping me on the shoulder.

“Shower’s down there,” I said, pointing to the hallway. “You jump in, I’ll bring new towels in a few minutes.”

She scrambled to her feet and proceeded to strip. I couldn’t help gawking as she peeled off the long underwear and tossed it with her other clothes. In only white cotton panties, she stood for a few moments, letting my eyes explore her exquisite body. Flawless pale skin, slender hips, tiny waist, and what couldn’t be more than B-cup breasts. A stunning example of young womanhood.

“Get on in there,” I said, cracking an imaginary whip.

Jessica squealed, rubbed her bottom, and trotted down the hall. Wanting to give her some time alone, I rinsed the dishes and put away the leftover food. The pre-cum felt slick against my aching shaft. I had certainly not anticipated my bland, snowbound evening taking a turn like this. Outside the wind picked up. I heard sleet attacking the metal gutters and bare tree branches clashing against each other. I couldn’t be happier.

After ten minutes I rapped at the bathroom door.

“Come iiiiiin,” she said in a sing-song voice.

I cracked the door and a wall of steam wafted out. Stepping inside, I shut the door behind me and set a few towels on the closed toilet seat. I could see her shadowy form moving behind the shower curtain, steam pouring over the top.

“Geez, hot enough for you?” I asked.

“It feels so nice.”

I peeked around the shower curtain. She stood there in all her young, dripping glory.

Smiling like she held a royal flush in a million-dollar poker hand, she said, “You’re kind of dirty yourself.”

“Now that you mention it….”

I yanked the curtain closed again. Tying to appear calm, I stripped off my clothes. My bobbing erection was sure to give me away. Biting my lip and thinking of disgusting things, I managed to get my cock to wilt to about half size. I stepped into the steam-filled shower.

She moved close to me, her fingers stroking my hairy chest. Her hair lay dark and plastered down her back. Enormous eyes stared up at me with longing and trepidation. Her budding breasts jutted from her narrow ribcage like newly sprouted flowers. Proud, half-dome areolas tipped her up-thrust mounds. In the heat her nipples had retracted, leaving only creases on the puffy mounds.

Steam swirled around us. My cock throbbed, fully erect again. I was past caring if she noticed.

I crushed her against me. Since she was so much shorter than me I had to crouch so our lips could meet. I kissed her with a passion that made my head swim and my knees buckle. My hands cupped her firm buttocks. I moved my thigh between her legs. She rubbed her pussy against me as her kisses grew more passionate. Then I felt her hand grab my cock. Squeezing hard, her tiny hand was barely able to encircle my dick. She began to jack me. It felt so good I had to stop her.

“Am bursa sınırsız escort I doing it wrong?” Jessica asked, gazing up at me with concern.

“You’re doing great, honey,” I said, stroking her wet hair. “If you keep it up you’re going to make me cum.”

“Cum?” she asked. “Is that, like, ejaculate?”

Just hearing her say it almost made me do it.

“That’s right, sweetheart. I just don’t want to…ejaculate yet.”

She stared up at me, a look of confusion on her innocent face.

“It’s bad manners for me to cum before you do,” I explained as I slipped my hand between her legs and gently probed her hole. “Ladies first.”

“You want me to climax?”

Is she really this innocent? “Yes honey, that’s what I want.”

I managed to get the first joint of my finger into her tight, moist hole. She moaned and spread her legs a little wider. When I got in to the second knuckle she started to tense up and rose onto her tip-toes as if trying to escape.

I pulled back a little and asked “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…I mean, I’ve never…” she said, looking embarrassed. “Just go slow and you’ll see.”

Easing my finger back in, I soon encountered a taut membrane stretching across her warm tunnel. Holy shit, she’s a virgin!


“It’s okay,” I said as I withdrew my finger. “Like I said, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just…well, I’m saving myself. You know…for the right guy?”

“I understand, honey,” I said, even though my cock was practically bursting at the thought of fucking her untouched pussy.

“You do? People make fun of me ’cause I won’t do it.”

“No, I think it’s admirable. Your first time should be special.”

“You’re sweet,” she said, then kissed me again. “I’m glad you’re not trying to force me.”

“I’ve never done that before,” I assured her, “and I never will.”

She paused, gave me a shy smile, and said, “I don’t know if you want to, but you can do me…you know…in the butt.”

“You like it back there?” I asked, unable to hide my astonishment. Convincing most chicks to try anal usually took a lot of work and large amounts of alcohol.

“I can…climax that way. I can’t get pregnant and I keep my virginity too.”

“I like the way you think,” I said, already rubbing her ass in anticipation. “I suppose we should get you all clean first.”

“Okay,” she replied, wiggling her butt in agreement.

Reaching up, I took the hand-held showerhead from the bracket and adjusted the water from a spray to a single pulsating stream. In a stern cop voice I told her, “Up against the wall and spread ’em.”

Giggling, Jessica turned and clutched the sill of the small window just above her head. Steam filled the shower. She bent over at the waist and moved her feet so they were almost a yard apart. I ogled her magnificent ass. Her long hair clung to her back and she peered over a shoulder at me.

I directed the stream down her lower back and then into the crack of her firm, young bottom. Soon it shot directly against her puckered butthole. I moved it closer. Water sprayed everywhere.

“Here we go,” I warned her, then pressed the nozzle directly against her anus.

“Oooh!” she exclaimed as the water disappeared inside her. “Oh wow, I can feel it filling me up….”

I held the showerhead firmly against her and the pulsing stream of water filled her rectum. “Tell me when.”

“Oh…mmmmm…okay, that’s enough.”

I removed the nozzle and her butthole clamped shut.

“Let it go now, honey,” I told her.

“But what if it’s…messy?”

“We’re in the shower. Don’t worry about it.”

“Wellllll, okay,” she said, but nothing happened.

“Just push like you’re pooping.”

She grunted and I saw her anus flexing. Then water began trickling out. Suddenly, like a dam breaking, a torrent of water blasted out.

“Uh!” she cried. “Oooh, yeah….”

Water flooded out, splashing all over the bottom of the tub. Other than a few bits of dark material it was remarkably clear. Not surprising if she hadn’t eaten in a day and a half. After a few seconds the flow stopped.

“Good girl,” I said. “Here we go again.”

I repeated the process a couple of times to make sure she was properly flushed, then set the showerhead back to spray and returned it to its holder. Hot water pelted Jessica from the knees down. Picking up a bottle of liquid body wash, I sat down cross-legged beneath her. I squirted a puddle at the top of her ass crack and then stroked it down between her cheeks with the middle finger of my left hand. Dripping with soap, my finger paused at her hole.

“Have to make sure you’re nice and clean,” I said as I slowly inserted my finger.


After a minute or two of increasingly deep pushes I buried every inch in her rectum. Jessica groaned. In and out I thrust, feeling the hot, slippery inside of her ass.

“Ah, ah…” she said. “Oh yeah. Oh wow, that’s good.”

Her anus began to clench and release, rhythmically squeezing my finger. Her small breasts rose and fell more rapidly. Can she really get off from butt play alone? I’ve heard about women who could but I’ve never met one. I decided I would give her a bit more help. Licking a huge streak of spit onto my right thumb, I began gently stroking her clit.

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A Box Office Blowout

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James turned his head and sneezed again loudly. Around him, fellow Chemistry students kept typing diligently as the instructor droned on about photons and some experiment involving metal. Sighing quietly, he wiped the moisture quickly off his keyboard, hoping the hour would just finish already.

Really it was the blonde two seats to his left and one forward that had his attention. Her shoulder length hair draped like the softest curtains, topped by a perfect bun with a pencil jabbed in it. Every so often she’d tilt her head so he could revel in her stunning profile.

James didn’t know which was his favorite: her mysterious green eyes, smoothly chiseled cheeks and neck, or the natural pout her lips still held while pursed. He couldn’t see her bust, but she appeared to be a five-and-a-half foot slim freshman. All he did know was that every time he turned back to his notes, the urge to glance lured his gaze right back to her.

“So what did the photoelectric effect tell us about light?” The aged professor scanned the room for an answer. The blonde raised her hand. “Sasha.”

“That light is also a particle?” Sasha’s bare legs slid out from under the desk to the side. Her voluptuous thighs and calves were like porcelain adorned by pink sneakers. Looking carefully, James could see the frill of her white mini-skirt peeking out. A second later, he realized he was ogling and snapped back to his notes.

“Yes, that light also behaves like a particle and has discrete properties. Excellent. That will be it for today, don’t forget your assignments.” The instructor dismissed the classroom as James snapped to attention. Amidst the busy hustle of students leaving, he picked up his laptop and stepped outside.

Like music on cue, Sasha’s voice rang aloud behind him, lamenting.

“I really wish I had a tutor for this class. It’s so hard.”

James turned around slowly to find himself next to Sasha’s conversation with her girlfriend. Her mousy features regarded him curiously as she gripped her Chemistry textbook to her chest. Without hesitation he offered, “I can help, I’ve got an A so far.”

He was already shaming himself mentally. An A? The last test hadn’t been graded and was the hardest by far. He knew his genitals were driving, and all his brain could do was brace itself for the eventual wreck.

“Yeah? Are you sure? You don’t have to, I can pay for a tutor or just find a study group.” Sasha’s naturally bright smile and nervously crossed legs began to stoke his flames. Her thighs were thicker than he expected. Silently he prayed her breasts and ass would follow suit.

“Of course. We can start tonight at the café or library, whichever you prefer.” James quivered a bit, butterflies tickling his insides.

“Ok. Let’s meet at the Union at 6:30 and figure out where we’ll go.” With that she turned to leave, and again James was rewarded. While he faked deciding which way to begin walking, bursa escort he spotted her avocado-sized breasts pressed tightly to her book like soft pillows. The mini-skirt teased him again as she walked away, just barely hiding the cusps of her plump and perky buttocks.

James’ loins raged with fire.


When Sasha greeted him, she was alone. Something about her looked different; she wasn’t nervous and didn’t even pause after approaching him. She wasn’t carrying any books either.

“Do you want to go to a movie?” She asked directly. “The new Batman film is out in the cheap theater, I thought you might want to see it.”

James swallowed once, trying to get his heart back down out of his throat. “Sure, let’s get out of here.” He wondered for a moment whether he subconsciously meant HE wanted out of there. Pushing all worries about studying Chemistry aside, he followed Sasha out and prayed this was somehow leading to seeing her naked.

Not long after, James was standing behind Sasha, her perfect ass just a foot in front of his now hard cock. He could only imagine what it looked like bare since that damn skirt still kept him in the dark. He adjusted his pants again, struggling to keep his obvious erection from giving the whole theatre a show while they waited to buy tickets.

The ticket line shuffled forward. Sasha turned around with a smile pasted across her face.

“Are you ready for this?” Something seemed really off with her demeanor. He froze as her eyes darted up and down, giving him that curious look again.

“Absolutely, I can’t wait. I’ve been wanting to see this movie ever since the previews.” Pulling out his wallet to pay, he stepped toward the teller.

Immediately Sasha placed her hand on his, shaking her head. “I’ll get this one.” She stepped up to the booth operated by a skinny brunette with glasses. “Two for Batman please.”

“Two adults?” The brunette smiled mischievously at Sasha, betraying a look of two well-known friends.

“Yes.” The teller passed Sasha two tickets, and she handed one to James. “That’s Katie. Always good to know someone in the business. Come on.”

James nodded while suddenly realizing she hadn’t paid. Looking at Katie again, he also just realized she was REALLY cute. Her pale features and flat chest actually complimented her slender form. She looked like a runner.

Snatching up his hand, Sasha led him directly to the popcorn and snack bar. The salty sweet smell in the air was satisfying to breathe in.

“Buy an extra large popcorn and two Cokes. I’ll be right back.” She headed off to the bathroom and left him wondering if they really needed that much popcorn. Shrugging slightly, James took out his wallet again to order the snacks.

As the crowd buzzed around him, James saw Katie slip out of the booth and into the women’s bathroom. bursa üniversiteli escort He shook his head. No, they aren’t having sex in a public restroom. He sighed as he pulled himself back to reality.

Sure enough, Sasha and Katie came out a couple minutes later. James’ hands were full with the snacks as they both walked up to him.

“Ready? Let’s go, the show’s about to start!” Sasha exclaimed with fervor. Katie giggled as they each took a Coke and left him holding the popcorn.

James shook himself from bewilderment and pressed on.


Navigating their way through the theatre, James quickly found himself sliding into a seat in the very back row, which was otherwise empty. The room was already dark as previews were starting, but he could guess about half the seats were full.

Looking up, his eyes greeted Katie’s alabaster asscheeks as she slipped carefully in front of him, her hands delicately holding the back edges of her blue skirt. His eyes locked on her perfectly toned and surprisingly round bottom. She paused and turned to Sasha.

“Do you want this side or that side?” Katie whispered to Sasha, pointing daintily at each seat around James.

“I’ll sit here.” Sasha’s incredibly sexy voice chimed in loud contrast.

He only had another moment to stare at Katie’s ass and guess whether she was teasing him on purpose before she sat down beside him. Both girls reached into the popcorn and began snacking right from the large tub in his lap.

By now James was rock hard, his cock trembling for release under his tight jeans. Sexual fantasies rocked his brain and wouldn’t let him speak. Barely shaking his head, he tried to free himself from the delusions. Maybe he could jerk off in the bathroom before the movie started.

“Don’t you want some?” Sasha looked at him in earnest as she munched on the popcorn.

“Oh. Yeah, I just feel a little hot in here, that’s all. There’s quite a few people here.” James smiled back at her a bit weakly, nodding.

“Here. Have some.” She propped the tub more prominently in his lap. When he reached for the popcorn, her hands slid down to his belt.

James locked eyes with Sasha, all notions of innocence gone. No words were spoken as his buckle came loose. Her lusty green eyes told it all, and even Katie didn’t flinch when his pants flew open. Sasha tugged his boxers so his cock stood straight up in the open air, protected only by the popcorn tub from the people directly in front of him. All they had to do was turn around.

His vision blurred as Sasha went down on him, his hands cupping her breasts naturally. When her pouty lips slid over the tip, James gasped sharply. Using his best efforts to focus, he realized Katie was now watching him. By some miracle, no one immediately in front of them karacabey escort had yet noticed the sexual commotion. His senses amplified all the sounds tenfold.

Sasha forced herself down onto his long shaft, taking it all in until she choked. She pulled back for a small breath, and warm saliva drizzled down to his aching balls. Repeating the motion, she lifted her shirt and bra to let his hands squeeze her bare C-cup breasts.

His tension relieved as the theatre grew loud from the movie playing. In his peripheral James could see Katie still munching on popcorn, her other hand now busy under her own skirt. With a kernel in hand she pushed up her glasses and acted as though she was still watching the movie.

Minutes or hours may have passed while Sasha gave him the first and likely best deepthroat blowjob of his life. Part of him was praying no one would see, part of him didn’t care. Sasha switched from deepthroating to licking up and down his slippery dick.

He groped her bosom and pinched the nipples, her smooth flesh filling his grip. Katie leaned over eagerly and pushed Sasha back. It was her turn.

James shivered as her smaller tongue lapped at the head of his cock. Her right hand snuck underneath his boxers and held his scrotum. Her left hand was still stuck inside her pussy. Closing his eyes, he felt her small mouth suck on the tip while she massaged his balls.

He couldn’t take it much longer. Should he warn Katie or just blow his load in her mouth?

Seeing his hands were empty, James reached down under her skirt and satisfyingly squeezed the pale round ass he had been teased with. Her cheeks felt just as soft, firm, perky, and perfect as they looked.

With her eager mouth Katie went halfway down the shaft, sending him to the point of no return. His breath quickened as he pictured this flawless stranger gulping down his heavy load. He hadn’t masturbated in at least a week.

Thinking the better of it, James whispered urgently, “I’m going to cum. I’m going to… cum.”

Katie sat up and grinned wickedly. Her left hand pulled away from her pussy, sticky and white with her feminine fluids. Gripping him hard she began to jerk the tip. “Hold the popcorn,” she told Sasha quietly.

Sasha pulled the tub back and tilted it forward. If not for the overwhelming sensations around him, James would have panicked from being so exposed. All he could do was watch and try to orgasm silently while the loud movie raged on.

Sasha dipped her hand into the popcorn tub. She took out her greasy fingers and slid them underneath Katie’s to cup his scrotum. He felt the opening spasms take hold, and all was bliss.

Katie’s juices still slurped on his cock as she jerked him. Expertly she squeezed hard on his dickhead when he first began to spasm, building up semen. When she released, white gobs pulsed all over the popcorn. James laid his head back against the seat in silent ecstasy.

When he finally came to, James could see both Sasha and Katie eating from the top of the bowl, which was again propped up in his lap. The cumsluts shared a smile and messy kiss right over his lap as he felt his loins begin to harden again.

James had found his moment in heaven.

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A Different Party Ch. 06

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Everybody was shocked to hear the word BUKKAKE. Seema was supposed to be decent kind of a lady, but again – fantasies are fantasies. The theory of Yin and Yan was proving itself once more. Sunita all colored up hearing the request from Seema.

I would not say that nothing had happened yet in our party. The kisses and teasing had happened but no direct exposure of organs of either gender had yet taken place. Bukkake meant exposure of the male gender was to happen at least. God only knew how much of herself Sunita would be able to hide once the guys went on a rampage.

The million dollar question at the moment was – whether we as a group were open to this idea?

Time was essence, literally. If bukkake was to happen, things would have to start fast. It was, almost, about time for all of us to go back home.

Guys seemed to be ready, sort of. Guys would need a little coaxing but they would end up on the stage sooner or later. The ladies present were more colored up hearing the request. Seems it was a common fantasy with a few of them. 3-4 of them looked ignorant as well, did they know what the term bukkake meant?

The biggest question at the moment was – If bukkake happened, would it be right ethically? On hindsight, who cared?

Everybody was waiting for someone to take lead. Seema saw the hesitation but she was in mood to take a ‘no’ for an answer.

Seema: “So do all here know what a bukkake is?”

Sunita (spontaneously added): “As if”

A remark she would love and dread too, later.

Seema: “What do you mean by that remarks of yours?”

Sunita: “i mean…I mean. I did not mean it negatively for anyone. I meant everyone will surely know such a lovely term.”

Seema was sharp, razor sharp.

Seema: “You use the word ‘lovely’ here. Do you love this idea so much?”

Sunita realized what she had done. She just stood there biting her lower lips. One could feel her eyes glowing with ferocity like never before. Her eyes were totally checking out all present in the group, especially the males and their members too. Lolz.

Seema: “We all await your answer and would also like to know if you have any limits when it comes to bukkake.”

Sunita was quite visibly pressing her thighs together and it did fuel a thousand imaginations, both in the mind of Sunita and the guys present.

Sunita: “It has been only a fantasy till now. How would I know my limits?”

Seema: “Let me rephrase it for you , are there any particular likes / dislikes when it comes to imagining a bukkake in which you feature?”

Sunita looked quite dreamy as she tried to remember details relating to her fantasy of a bukkake scene.

Sunita: “I really cannot define my likes and dislikes right now. My mind is too disoriented to recollect my fantasies. Why don’t you or the guys present here ask me the things they plan to do to me? I will answer them and we can get the likes and dislikes in a few minutes.”

The idea of questioning and cross questioning Sunita ignited a renewed passion in the guys.

Seema: “Why is it that you like a bukkake so much?”

Sunita: “The very same reason you like it as well.”

The dialogues being shared had a different crispness.

Seema: “No two individuals are same and so are fantasies. How can you tell why I like it? The idea can be common but the need for that can be quite different.”

Sunita: “Since you had requested me to demonstrate it, why don’t you tell us – why do you like it?”

It was Seema’s turn to blush and squirm as she prepared to answer, forgot to almost mention – the guys and their members too were squirming a lot.

Seema: “The idea that I am the centre of attention and everyone desires me makes me feel quite in control and powerful as well.”

Sunita: “What you said before was true. My liking is very different than yours. I love being a slut to the group of guys present. I love the idea of being used by all of them. It might possibly bring out the true slut in me.” The guys were stung by the two different versions they just heard.

Ashok: “Quite a difference between what you both desire. One likes it like a queen and the other likes it rough like a slut.”

The word ‘rough’ stressed nicely enough for all to remember. The effect forced Sunita to squirm once more, everybody could see her tighten her hips and thighs in a rhythmic motion.

Seema: “One thing is clear guys – she likes it rough. Are there any more questions?”

Anoop (confidently barged in): “Do you imagine the guys giving it to you or you help them give it to you?”

Sunita (breathing heavily): “Either ways the end result is the same.”

Anoop: “The end result is the same but not the process. If the guys give it to you, they are the ones controlling you. In the second instance, you are more than active yourself as well.”

Comments always had a corny effect on Sunita. She was beyond her own control now and so was her wetness.

Sunita: “I prefer the second one.”

Ashok: “Do you prefer wearing clothes while you are in a bukkake setup or you have some other preferences?”

Ashok knew how she liked it exactly but just wanted her to tell herself. Sunita found herself chocking as she tried to tell how much she liked it. She took a sip of water to divert herself and cool down.

Sunita: “I love undoing as guys spray me wet with their semen.”

A few guys were more than ready to cum hearing her words.

Ashok: “Please describe in detail.”

Sunita (blushing harder than before): “I mean I am in my basics and as the guys spray me with their semen, I undress.”

Ashok: “So you mean to say that you keep on undressing until your skin is covered with cum?”

Everybody was chocking for air as Sunita answered.

Sunita: “Yes. Exactly like that.”

Ashok: “Guys, keep that in mind.”

I was feeling like a devil myself, especially with the questions coming in my mind.

Me: “Do you swallow or prefer it on your body?”

Sunita was shaking with obvious need as the questions happened.

Sunita: “Both”

She kept it simple and short. Boys knew it well that she was desperate for action.

Me: “Nice. You are indeed an example when one defines the word – slut. Any specific preference when it comes to receiving it on your body?”

She found the question to be too much to answer. Her face was totally flushed, her body vibrating and even more desperate than before.

Sunita: “A slut does not have much choice, does she?”

I felt like spraying my cum hard in her hands at that very instant but I too was nervous.

Me (totally short of words): “Some prefer it on face, some prefer it on cleavage and other places too. What about you?”

Sunita (getting more confident and aggressive now): “You will come to know about it when you are about to cum on me”.

I was the one blushing hardest at the moment. I could feel heat being emitted from every pore of my skin.

Me: “Do you rub the semen onto your skin or prefer someone else clean it for you?”

Everybody knew we were heading towards an orgy. The question and answers were guiding it smoothly towards the goal.

Sunita: “As I said before, you will come to know about it very soon. I would very much love to have a help, who asked me to demonstrate the word bukkake, alongside me as I enjoy myself. Her participation will help her understand the feelings and expressions in totality. If she does not want to participate, she can help me clean up and help you guys get hard (again and again). bursa escort kız I think she knows what I mean.”

The silence was stinging everyone in their crotches. It was simply too much to hold anymore.

I am sure every guy wanted to enjoy a full fledged session with this slut but issues like size comparisons etc. stopped them to go all out for her. At least, it was the case for me but not anymore.

Me: “Being the slut that you are, take my monster out and make me cum now.”

Sunita was gasping for air, so were the rest of guys, as her hands trailed towards my crotch (remember I had unzipped my pants and her blouse was the only cover on my penis). I hoped and prayed that I did not cum on her blouse, it was simply getting to much to bear. She was nothing short of devil as she played with me. Her expressions totally conveyed the control she had on me. I did not turn my face to see anyone and their reactions. I just wanted her as she was.

She too was desperate, it seemed, to see what my monster looked like but she was in no hurry and that was killing me. She caught her blouse at the edges and started to move it slowly to the left and then to the right. The effect of the friction made me moan.

Sunita (giggling all the way): “Don’t spoil my blouse. I hope you will understand what effect that satin lining has on me when it touches my skin inside.”

The whole group felt as if it was dreaming – what was happening. I was gasping and chocking to hold myself from cumming.

Seema’s comment was the last thing I wanted “Girls, lets auction this blouse so we can see some real stuff”.

In one smooth action, I removed the blouse covering my penis and threw it towards Seema. I stood there shamelessly, exposing my drooling dick. A few girls got interested seeing my thing and moved in closer towards the stage. I took Sunita’s hand and wrapped it up on my penis. My oozing precum smeared up much of her fingers and palm.

Sunita: “It is a monster indeed, so thick.”

I was trying to breath deep and slow myself down. The more I tried, the more I failed. Her comment did not help me either. The whole fact that she loved my monster made it even harder for me to control. The ladies around and the sparkle in their eyes, seeing my monster, triggered another load of precum. Sunita was indeed a slut. She just smeared all the precum on her palm and started to rub my balls with her other hand. I parted my legs to give her proper access to the whole area and around.

Sunita: “Why are you so excited? Your balls are already so tight and ready to shoot. I have not done anything yet.”

Me: “You too will experience an orgasm like never before when I rip that tight cunt of yours.”

Sunita loved cheap comments and I loved passing them at the right moment. I could sense she wanted me to fondle her crotch as well. I wish I could, was simply too lost in my own build up. I took both her hands in mine and placed them on both sides of my penis.

No comments came as a shock anymore, a lady said “Sit down and let us enjoy the view as well.”

Sunita was visibly shaking and so was I. I could see from the corner of my eyes that Seema was making way towards the stage. She came up and sat near my thigh. Seema placed one hand on my ball as Sunita used both her palms on my penis. She placed the other one on Sunita’s crotch. Sunita was the one gasping now. She felt such sensations down below that she forgot to fondle me anymore, eyes closed she awaited more of it to follow. It indeed was the ultimate thing coming true.

The whole situation along with their expressions made it impossible for me to control anymore. I just wanted to cum a few seconds before Sunita came, the idea was that she gets lost in those salacious thoughts as she explodes. And so it was indeed. bursa anal yapan escort

Seema rubbed my thighs, balls and the base of the shaft and at the same time she was rubbing Sunita’s crotch quite professionally as well.

Me: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. I can’t control anymore, bitches.”

I shot like never before. My spunk had such force that it landed on the end of the stage which was some good 4-5 feet away. Sunita’s came back to realize that I had cum so hard and it excited her even more. Her hands gripped my monster hard and started to stroke me even harder.

Sunita: “Seema, rub me harder darling”.

I had to take support of Sunita’s shoulder to maintain a steady posture, my legs were shaking. The intensity of cum was such. Seema and both her hands were working quite expertly on Sunita’s crotch. Sunita was the one catching my ankles for support, she was about to experience an orgasm herself. Her grip on my ankles was actually hurting and that made it even clearer – how strong her orgasm would be. She was on her fours as Seema worked a few more times and it happened. Sunita gurgled and came, her grip relaxed and she just could not remember anything anymore. She let herself loose and was lying down on the floor, spent and in ecstasy.

The comment brought me back to the real world “My chance”.

It was Anoop who stood next in line.

Me (with an ear to ear smile): “All yours”.

I did not make any attempt to hide my spent monster anymore, another thing happening for the first time. The bigger change was that I went and sat near another lady friend in the group. Sunita’s comment (so thick) had instilled a newer confidence in me and I felt like boasting myself now. My and that lady friend exchanged glances, nothing more besides smiles of the wicked kinds.

Seema helped Anoop free his penis and display it for the group. The ladies were getting more interested as male sex organs were being displayed. The ladies were almost sitting next to the stage. Either they were too interested to see what was being displayed or they were leaving their partners so they could enjoy the bukkake – what the real story was, no one knew yet.

I knew it was about time I made my way towards them and give both the ladies on stage a real treat. I felt odd to discuss the thing with them but again a little coaxing was required to get them on my side.

Sunita: “We only have less than 20 more minutes at hand now before this party ends. So feel free to use me as your personal cum slut.”

The comment helped me coax them further. A few were what you call “watchers” but the rest wanted to participate. Being a guy, I knew what size comparison felt like. so I decided to take it the other way. I convinced them that our party was not yet over. We would meet some time sooner and what transpired today between us will make it even hornier and open when we meet the next time. I had to discuss the issue that their wife would enjoy themselves (sometimes sooner) with another guy maybe who is better hung then them. So why could they not enjoy themselves with a new beauty themselves. It made sense to them and that opened a floodgate (literally) for Sunita and Seema to handle.

4-5 guys had joined up Anoop as he was still being felt and explored.

Sunita: “Now this is going to be some fun.”

Sunita had not even completed her dialogue and she received a big shot of semen on her face and bra. It made her squeal in pleasure. The guys who had shot completed their cumming and made way for others to come up on stage. The guys, however, on their way down made sure to get a feel what their partners felt and the other ladies too. The ladies were trying to act decent but everybody could make out that they wanted a piece of action too.

It was soon a mayhem on stage and below too. Half the ladies were feeling themselves as they watched what was on display for them, making a note of who wants which guy as well. Everybody knew that they will meet sometimes soon.

It was an absolute delight for one and all present.

To be continued…. (If enough people want it and convey so as well.)

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A Creative Challenge Ch. 15

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“Sam, Tracey. Tracey, Sam.”

Tracey shook my outstretched hand a little tentatively, as if she wasn’t sure what I might do with it next. She was holding herself stiffly, obviously a little nervous, and in an almost inaudible voice she said hello to me and then turned to look at Amy, seemingly for reassurance.

“I’ve told Tracey all about you, Sam, so you’d better be on your best behaviour.”

“In that case I’ll try not to fart while she’s here.”

“See? That’s what I have to put up with. I did try to warn you what he was like, Tracey, but you wouldn’t listen.”

Amy had a knack for putting people at ease with her light humour, and she brought a little smile to Tracey’s face, which helped to relax the tension of her posture.

“Show her some of your drawings, Sam, I’ll get some coffee before we start”. Amy busied herself with the espresso machine at the back of the studio, leaving me to introduce Tracey to the sort of modelling we wanted her to do for us. As I pulled some of the recent drawings from the plan chest and laid them out on the floor in front of her I saw her eyes widen and her mouth dropped open. She had clearly never seen any artworks like them. I deliberately said nothing, waiting for her unprompted response, but Amy as usual felt obliged to fill the silence.

“Good, aren’t they? How do you take it?”

“Mmm… black no sugar, ta. They’re… amazing.”

“That sounds tactfully non-committal”, I said, “but it’s OK. You don’t have to like them. Not everyone does.”

“No”, said Tracey quickly, “I do like them. I’m just a bit surprised at how …explicit they are…” Her words tailed off, and I could sense her unease.

“And…?” I prompted.

“I’m not sure I could… do that, for instance.” She pointed to a drawing of Amy lying down with her back arching up, half her hand buried in her pussy.

“We don’t expect you to do exactly that,” I said. “and you won’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Amy jumped in to help. “That’s not the sort of thing we asked you here to do. Those are all about me being an exhibitionist, about the connection between me and whoever is looking at the image. They are very demanding, they insist that you are involved in what I am doing. See, in most of these, I am looking straight at you.”

“I think that’s what makes them so confronting,” said Tracey.

“It is,” said Amy. “But if you and I are both in the picture, then it’s what’s going on between us that becomes important, so it won’t be like these at all. Mind you, we still want them to be erotic.”

“OK. What do you want me to do,” said Tracey, taking a deep breath.

“Just sit down here and drink your coffee,” I said, indicating the dais. “I’ll let you two know when I’m ready.”

Amy and I had talked about how we would gradually introduce Tracey to what we wanted from her. It was important görükle escort that she got involved in the process, but we didn’t want to scare her off by rushing her. I took my time selecting some nice paper, pinning it onto my easel board, and sharpening some pencils, while Amy took over.

While Tracey drank her coffee, I casually kept my eye on her. She was wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt with low-slung jeans, and although she was not quite as tall and a little heavier in the chest than Amy, she had a dancer’s long waist and long legs and was obviously fit and supple. Tracey was watching Amy, looking at her very much like I would, enjoying her relaxed grace and beautiful proportions. It was not hard to conclude that she was as attracted to Amy as I was. She didn’t seem to be all that aware of me and what I was doing, which was exactly what I was hoping for.

Amy stood in front of her and untied her hair, letting it fall down over her shoulders. Calmly and deliberately, she tossed her hair out of her eyes, then lifted her T-shirt and peeled it up and over her head. This made sure that she had the undivided attention of the new girl who was motionless, absorbed in watching her friend undress. Amy untied the drawstring in her track pants, pulled them out from her body to loosen them and then dropped them to the floor. Naked, she stepped out of them, and took two short steps forward so that she was standing right in front of Tracey, her silky smooth pussy almost level with Tracey’s wide eyes. Tracey looked up at Amy’s face as she bent slightly at the waist, put her hands on Tracey’s shoulders and kneeled up onto the dais, one knee on each side of Tracey’s lap. Shuffling forward, she wrapped her arms round Tracey’s head and pulled it towards her to rest it on her breast. Tracey put her coffee down and wrapped her arms around Amy’s waist in a hug, and she closed her eyes.

“Ready?” I said quietly.

“Ready,” said Amy. “Hold it just like this, Tracey. Ten minutes enough, Sam?”

“Should be plenty,” I said, drawing quickly.

It was a new and different experience for me drawing the relationship between two figures rather than just trying to capture the essence of one. I realized immediately that I didn’t have the freedom to exaggerate and distort any part of one of them without affecting the proportions of the other one wherever the two intersected, so I went for a simpler treatment, where the actual proportions of the figures were more accurately but coarsely rendered. It was then a couple of details of the two hugging bodies, one naked, one clothed, that became the focal points of the whole image. Amy’s head was turned away from me and shielded from view by her hair, but most of Tracey’s face was visible to me, pressed against Amy’s slightly squashed right tit and framed by the soft spikes of her short blonde hair. I tried to capture her facial bursa sınırsız escort bayan expression because it was obvious Tracey was happy to be just where she was, with Amy’s nipple pressed against the corner of her mouth. She had a gentle half-smile on her face, like some martyred saint blissfully floating to heaven in some baroque Italian ceiling fresco. The other main detail I emphasised was the strong S-shaped curve formed by Amy’s lower back sweeping down and around her gorgeous buttocks as she sat on Tracey’s lap.

“You OK, Tracey?” I asked when we had about two minutes of the pose to go.

“Oh yes,” she said with conviction. “I’m just fine.”

There was an oddly incongruous feel to the picture, because it was an intimate embrace, yet one of the figures was fully clothed while the other was fully naked. I was very pleased with the result I managed to achieve, and finished it quickly, within the ten minutes we agreed.

Amy slowly unwound her arms and stretched backwards, but she was still seated with her legs apart on Tracey’s lap. She took Tracey’s face in both her hands, bent down and kissed her on the lips. Tracey was as surprised as I was by this move, but it did not take her more than a second or two to respond, and happily kissed her back. I took the drawing down and pinned it on the wall, and put a new blank sheet on the easel in its place.

I knew Amy was in control of what she was doing, so I didn’t interrupt her, as the two young women gently tasted each other for the first time. Their faces parted, both of them smiling at the other.

“Yum,” said Amy. “Wanna get naked?”

“OK,” said Tracey.

Amy stood up, pulling her friend up onto her feet. They stood close, almost touching. Amy lifted the bottom of Tracey’s shirt and pulled it up and over her head. As she had been asked, Tracey wasn’t wearing any underwear, and after she dropped the shirt Amy stroked her hands slowly down over Tracey’s breasts and down her belly to the waistband of her jeans. She undid the button and the zip and pushed them down Tracey’s thighs as far as she could reach without bending down, then taking hold of both of Tracey’s arms just above the elbow, pushed her gently back and down so that she was sitting again on the dais. Reaching down, she pulled Tracey’s feet up and slid the jeans all the way off, leaving the now naked Tracey leaning back on her elbows with her bottom on the edge of the dais, legs straight out in front of her.

Tracey’s pubic hair was light mousy brown, like the hair on her head would probably have been without the blonde streaks, and it was thick and bushy. Amy reached down and picked up a small tuft of the curls, pulling it up between her fingers. Out straight, the hair was between two and three inches long. Amy looked Tracey in the eye, and raised one eyebrow.

“I bursa otele gelen escort bayan know,” said Tracey, screwing her face up. “They’ve got to go, haven’t they?”

“You bet they’ve gotta go. Girl, yer a real shaggy bitch.” Amy had put on a broad southern drawl. “We gotta give y’all a goddam haircut.”

“I think Sam’s ready to do some more drawing,” said Tracey momentarily looking over to where I was standing, hoping I would rescue her. “The grooming can wait, can’t it?”

Amy looked at me quizzically. I was keen to see Amy shave her friend’s pussy, but I thought it would be better if Tracey was more comfortable with us and more used to being naked in front of me before she let us do that, so I mimed some drawing movements at Amy, and she got the message.

“Yes, it can wait. What would you like us to do, Sam?”

I set them down together with Tracey leaning against the wall, Amy leaning back against her, sitting between Tracey’s thighs. Amy’s knees were bent and open, and Tracey had one arm draped over Amy’s shoulder with her hand holding and gently stroking one of Amy’s tits. It was a very casual but intimate pose, and they looked like two people who had just finished making love. Neither of them was looking at me, but it was still a very erotically charged scene, partly because I could see how much Tracey was enjoying this close embrace with my lovely Amy. They were very comfortable, so I made this a long pose and did two versions of it, working a lot of good detail into both of them, before letting the girls take a break.

For the last pose, I threw a couple of quilts over the little platform with some pillows and made them both lie down, face to face, with their legs intertwined, Amy’s arms enveloped round Tracey’s, like two lovers asleep. This looked wonderful, but was less successful for me, because Tracey’s hands were trapped between the two bodies and one of them was in just the right place to stroke Amy’s pussy, which of course she did. Amy tried to keep still, but being expected to play dead when someone is stroking your clitoris is a big ask. The session ended with the two of them giggling and squirming so much I gave up trying to draw.

Amy was keen to get the shaving kit out, but for me, this had been a fairly short but intense session. I definitely wanted to draw Amy shaving Tracey’s pussy, but I needed to be fresh for it. We agreed that’s how we would start the next session, and Tracey put her clothes on again ready to go.

“It wasn’t so bad, was it?” I asked her as I gave her $50 for the session, even though it had been a bit less than the normal two hours.

“No, it wasn’t,” she replied, “I wasn’t really keen to do this, but Amy is a very difficult person to say ‘no’ to, and it was better than I expected. I thought I would be more nervous and embarrassed than I was.”

“That’s funny, I once said the same thing.”

“What, about being nervous and embarrassed?”

“About it being hard to say ‘no’ to Amy.”

Amy jumped into the conversation at this. “Sam, do you want me to move out of here and go live with Tracey?”


“There, it wasn’t hard to say at all. I don’t know where you two get such strange ideas.”

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What a Cruise

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I am really pumped as I am about to take a Trans Atlantic cruise in October. My last cruise was over-the-top great. We traveled from Los Angeles to Miami, via the Panama Canal. The Panama Canal cruise was my reward to myself as I was very tired as I had just finished up a long, long three-year project so I took two weeks off for the cruise. I even paid the higher price to cruise alone. I was looking forward to good food and wine, time alone, reading and generally forgetting the 70- to 80-hour weeks of the last three years.

By the second night out, things changed. During the afternoon of the first full day, I was working out in the on board gym when I spotted a tall, 40-something guy, with a dark tan and salt-and-pepper hair, who was lifting weights. Like me, he was dressed in loose-fitting workout clothes, but as he was bench-pressing, I looked over in time to see a rather impressive mushroom head appear from under his shorts.

I am bi, and it had been along time since a man, but I immediately had to suppress a woody. I finished the workout and headed for the sauna (for which I had paid extra). Once in the steam room, I lay back and just rested. Shortly after I had settled in, the door opened and the guy from the weight bench walked into the sauna. We nodded, and then were quiet for along time. After a time, he shifted his towel and out popped the biggest cock I have ever seen. Thick. Huge head. Long. Grinning, he remarked “I caught you looking in the gym.”

I smiled and reached out bursa escort to touch the giant cock. Immediately it sprang to life. Now, obviously I didn’t have a tape measure, but I gauged his cock came in easily at nine inches in length.

We chatted as I gently stroked him, watching the door for any intrusion. He was married, on the cruise with his wife, who was more interested in shopping on board, and hanging by the pool than being with him. I finally blurted out, “We can go to my cabin. I am cruising alone.” So we left for my cabin.

Once inside, we quickly undressed. He was stunning naked: great muscle tone, tight ass, and, of course, his huge cock. We lay on the bed and started to fondle each other. He began to kiss my body and worked his way to my cock. He teased, licked and finally engulfed my six inches all the way and began sucking with passion.

“Stop Stop. I am about cum,” I said.

He paused, remarking “I have plenty of time, so unless you’re in a rush, we should have enough time for you to cum twice.” With that he engulfed me again. I shot. Wow. He took every drop and swallowed. Then he came up for air and it was my turn.

I kissed him all over and worked my way to his massive cock, slowly licking the length and watching surge into life. I gently licked each ball and then worked my way up his shaft, finally reaching that enticing mushroom head. Licking and teasing it, I took it into my mouth and slowly worked on his cock as it slid into my throat, but bursa escort bayan try as I might, only about half of this monster would fit.

I was sideways to him sucking his cock, and his hands began to roam over my back, stopping at my ass. Somewhere in my servicing his cock, he must have wet a finger because he started playing with my ass, rubbing his finger around my anus, before gently easing it in. I sucked even harder, and moaned at the wonderful sensations in my ass. “I want to fuck you,” he quietly said. Understand, I was in sheer terror of his cock fucking me, but I nodded yes.

I did not come prepared for fucking, but I did have some body lotion. I lay flat on my stomach on a pillow, he lubed my ass and his cock, and he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole. He was hard as steel, and he teased my with that giant mushroom head. I moaned in excitement, finally backing my ass onto his cock. At least I tried.

There as extreme pressure but no entry. He then began to gently move the head around in circles and then with a firm push, the head popped into my ass. My breath was taken away. I could not even scream. It hurt like hell. We stayed like that for a bit and then he slowly started to push. Inch-by-inch. Finally, I felt his pubes on my ass. “I can take it,” I said in a muted tone.

“Yes, you can,” he whispered, as he slowly and deliberately alternately entered and withdrew from my hole, eventually sliding in to the hilt. görükle escort Slowly and deliberately.

Within a few minutes of his magic I began to feel a twitch in my ass. I was loving it. The pace built. He pulled back to the head and then shoved all the way. My prostate had been stimulated but never like this. Each time the head of his cock pressed on my prostate, it was unbelievable. I felt like I would pee. He was driving me to feel something I have never felt. He grabbed my hips and increased pace. In and out. Deep. Deep. I was moaning. Suddenly, without touching my cock, I groaned and shot. It was a deep orgasm, such as I had never before felt. Just then he exclaimed “Shit, I cumming,” as he buried his cock deep in my hole.

I could feel it twitching, twitch after twitch, until finally he lay on top me, giving a deep sign of satisfaction. Afterwards we both showered and went to the deck to have a beer, where we crossed paths with his wife.

Giving her a quick kiss, he turned back to me and made the introductions. His wife smiled and commented “Hello, it’s nice to meet you. Let’s get to know each other better over the next few days.”

Knowing her husband’s semen was churning in my ass I smiled.

Later that night, after the wife went to bed, her husband and I fucked again, and that’s not all: for the next 13 days, which is to say daily on the balance of the cruise, her husband and I fucked.

We parted after the cruise and kept in touch via email but have not seen each other. Last week, however, I received a message from him, and when we chatted we were able to coordinate our vacation plans, so all three of us, the man, his wife and I will be on the same ship. I cannot wait for 17 days of food, wine, sun and fucking. What could possibly be better?

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