Not My Type

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Note: This story takes place between two girls who are seniors in high school and have fully reached eighteen years of age.

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Pfft. Prom night. I leaned against the wall of the gym, one high-heel on the cinderblocks and my head resting against the corner of the wall. Give me a lunch table full of conversing students, and I could fit right in no problem, but dancing, seduction, and running out to the parking lot to sneak a smoke wasn’t my scene.

I looked cute, too. Strapless dark blue satin dress with paler blue lace over it, my waist-long light brown hair cascading down my back, and makeup that I managed to apply myself flawlessly for the first time ever. But I couldn’t bring myself to smile. A few guys had asked me to dance, and I almost complied, but I was not in the mood for leading them on. Guys weren’t exactly my scene either, but few people knew that.

I must’ve zoned out watching the couples sway back and forth “dancing,” because I didn’t notice her come stand beside me. She was definitely not the type of girl I’d go for, not that I knew if she went for that sort of thing. She had shiny jet black hair that was twisted into a million different braids and spirals and secured with red ribbons. Her face was almost ghostly white, and the massive amounts of black eyeliner reached almost to her ears. Fishnets covered her scrawny pale legs, but stopped before the hem of her black lace dress that was more lingerie than prom material. She gave me the once-over and turned her attention back to the dance floor. I was about to walk away until she grabbed my wrist and spoke.

“Word on the street says you swing both ways,” she annunciated perfectly, her surprisingly bright blue eyes darting into mine through the abyss of her makeup.

“Not so much,” I managed to get out, so surprised that she would know I liked girls and that she maybe possibly hopefully felt the same way.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” she mumbled quietly.

Her hand flew from the wall in an attempt to push herself away from my direction faster, but I grabbed her wrist, forcing her to trap me into the corner of the gym with her wrists on either side of my head.

“I meant that I don’t like men,” I plaintively said.

I felt her smile as her lips pressed onto mine and thigh slid between my legs. I wormed my tongue between her teeth and gyrated slowly on her knee. The motion was instinctive; normally, I’d never be so aggressive.

“Let’s dance!” she said quickly, seeing the teachers chaperoning the dance exchanging odd looks and motioning in our direction, clearly debating who to send to break us up.

“Ummm…” was all I could get out before her hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me to the center of the gym. The song was one of those horrible pseudo-R&B hits done by a white girl from Beverly Hills. A drum machine, syrupy bursa sınırsız escort voice repeating words like “baby” and moaning more than singing, a solo from a vaguely credible rapper–you get the idea. But, damn, that girl could dance.

I felt too astonished and sexy to be horribly embarrassed as I usually was on the dance floor. She danced around me with her back pressed against my front, she brought both feet off the floor to straddle my hips and still keep in time with the music, she spun me around and stopped me short to plant small kisses on my lips; this girl was amazing.

At the end of the song, she pulled me back to my corner, and we downed the can of Sprite in two gulps, exhausted.

“So, um, that was so much fun, but I really can’t stand one more minute of these other people. I’m gonna go back home, I think.” I said.

“Oh, uh, okay. I’ll see you later?” She sounded like she was trying to cover up disappointment.

“Yeah, sure.” I didn’t think this rebel gothic chick would ever speak to me again, and it showed in my voice.

I reached the double doors of the gym before something possessed me, and I turned around to shout back, “Hey, do you wanna come?”

“Yes!” she half squealed, grabbing my wrist again and pulling us quickly towards the parking lot.

We got into my tiny Toyota without a word, but when I put the turned keys in the ignition and nothing happened, we both exploded in expletives.

“So, um, what do you wanna do?” I asked her after a few more attempts at starting the car. “This piece of shit does this to me all the time. I can call my brother for a ride, I guess, but he won’t want to take you.”

“Let’s just take my car. Come on.”

…

Five minutes later we were lying in the back of her flat-bed pickup truck pulled onto the shoulder on an apparently deserted back road. I used my arms to pull myself onto the ledge to make way for the multiple fleece blankets she was using to cover the aluminum. When they were spread satisfactorily, she walked slowly over to me and sat her crotch on my knees. She placed her hands on mine, which were supporting me entirely, and bent her head forward to kiss me again. She succeeded for a short time, but soon my clumsiness came into play and we fell off the side of the truck, landing in the ditch. Thankfully it was mostly soft early summer mud and not rocks. Because she landed on top, her dress was unaffected, but mine was covered in the brown mucky stuff. She pulled me to my feet and wrapped her arms around me in what seemed like an embrace, but soon her hands found the zipper to my dress and she hissed into my ear, “Well, we’ll just have to be getting you out of that, won’t we?”

She spun me around and began biting my neck. Not nipping, mind you, but biting–sharp, wet teeth sinking into my bursa üniversiteli escort pale, curved neck, her breath dancing my increasingly moist skin, her lips kissing the marks she left. Her hands slowly began to un-do the dress’s zipper and her bites spread from my neck to the skin being steadily exposed on my back and became massaging kisses as they got lower.

I’ve never been very vocal, and I’m certainly not one for fetishes, but oh dear god it was the hottest sensation I’d ever felt. I collected my self, mostly, and climbed into the bed of the pickup truck clad only in pantyhose and my heels (my dress was much too form-fitting for normal underclothes, and I’d kind of hoped something like this would happen.) She followed me, staring the whole time looking sexy as all hell.

“Take of your hose,” she half-growled. Quickly, I obliged, not realizing what exactly she was aiming for. I began to walk towards her, but she harshly told me to stop. Confusion grasped me for a moment, but then all was clear.

“Play with your tits.” Embarrassed, I sort of squeezed my left breast half-heartedly, but I gained enthusiasm and actually managed to turn myself on while watching her enjoy the show.

“Stick your finger in your cunt.” I spread my legs, slowly inserted a finger, and began thrusting in and out of myself, moaning and closing my eyes. This went on for several minutes, and suddenly I felt her hot breath on the back of my neck again. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her hands moved mine instead. I felt her breasts squish against my shoulder blades, I felt the soft curve of her stomach at the small of my back, and I felt the curls surrounding her sex against my bare butt cheeks. Waves of pleasure washed over my and my head rolled behind me, against her shoulder. She kissed my lips, my cheeks, my chin, my neck, finally bending her neck to reach my swollen tits. She traced her tongue around the outside of both breasts and slowly spiraled closer and closer to the center. My hands fell out of my pussy as the distractions became too much, and she eased me down to lie on the blankets. Three of her finger replaced my single one, stretching me comfortably. Her long, blood-red thumb nail toyed with my clit, and I began to gasp raggedly. Her full, luscious lips finally reached my nipples and she began to suck, squeeze, pinch, tickle, lick, and bite them, all with her mouth. I closed my eyes and felt a rush of heat towards my sex. Arching my back, I let a silent scream into the night as I reached climax. She stopped what she was doing, but kept her fingers inside me, enjoying the feeling of my tunnel of flesh convulsing on her skin.

I let out a small sound as I came off my high, and saw her licking and sucking my juices off her fingers. Suddenly I wondered bursa anal yapan escort what she tasted like. I rolled on my side to face her; she was lying on her back. I began by kissing her hairline near her temple and slowly moved down towards her ears. I gnawed slightly on the outside, and then breathed a moist, exaggerated breath into her ear. I was pleased to see I could make her tremble like she did to me. I kept moving, sucking on her earlobe, and biting the rounded curve of bone on her mandible. One long lick accompanied by warm breath and soft sound vibration on her neck caused her to close her eyes, tilt her head back, and moan.

Suddenly, I stopped, just to tease her. It took her a few moments to notice my absence, but when she did, those full, pink lips of hers latched onto mine again, and our tongues were dancing in each others mouth. I could taste myself on her teeth; we smelled of sex, sweat, mud, and hairspray. My hands cupped her breasts, and her mouth opened further into mine. I started kneading them with increasing intensity; although she was skinny, her breasts were full, and the nipples large and dark. I could feel them harden underneath my palms, and I began pulling and twisting them, occasionally scraping them with my nails or lightly teasing them with my fingertips to make her shudder.

She broke the kiss, “Please…more,” she said. My hand danced down her stomach and brushed over the soft curls. Unlike me, she didn’t shave her pussy. I started gently tugging and the hairs, and heat radiated from her core. I slid my mouth down and blew cool air, careful not to stimulate her clit. Going oh so slowly, I parted her folds and slid two fingers up and down, hitting her clit only for a moment and only sort of entering her opening. I kissed above the curls, then scraped my teeth against them until I approached her clit. Tentatively, I poked it with my bottom lip and gaining confidence from her reaction began to erratically flick my tongue over it, all the while keeping the motion with my finger up. She thrust her pelvis up, trapping my fingers with her opening. Without protest, I began finger-fucking her, driving my hand up as far as I could every time at an astonishing pace, and circling her tunnel in a spiral motion. Her juices were running down my forearms as sweat coated her body. A heavy gasp escaped from her lips when I began to suck ravenously on her clit once more. Just as soon as I was beginning to think I couldn’t keep the intensity up much longer, she erupted in orgasm. I could feel her muscles contracting and releasing my fingers and I started to lessen my thrusts.

When she was through, I pulled out, but made sure I hit her sensitive, swollen, throbbing clit with my fingers as I did so. She moaned again, and I gave her a small kiss on the lips, letting my tongue lazily enter her mouth. She licked her cum off my arm, hand, and fingers. We were both exhausted and fully satisfied from the intense sex. Soon, we fell asleep somewhat entwined in the bed of the truck, neither of us giving a thought to what are parents would think when they learned we’d spent the whole night out.

Prom night didn’t turn out to be such a bust after all.

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Demi-God in Heat

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Over the last two years I’d gone through multiple fallouts as the startup tech companies I where I worked started and rapidly bombed. Far from defeated, I kept up my skills and swallowed my pride- and I had finally found a fit as a service agent with a company outside of San Francisco. Promotion in the bag- and with the whole of the Bay to enliven me I was starting to develop a certain taste for finer things.

At nearly six feet, and biking everywhere- I had slimmed down to 185 pounds of lean, muscular legs and ass. I kept locks down to my waist maintained in bunches of twists all neatly corralled under a snap-back cap, usually. My brown eyes melted even the most decidedly straight women into pools of lust.

Within another four months, changes within the company brought me to the Senior manager level with a small team of agents I was responsible for developing. The work world did have its perks. When I met Demetria it was nothing short of that kind of jolt you get the first time you score a basket. A few weeks of her stationing, and we had built a very healthy working rapport.

Her skin tone was somewhere between peanut butter and brown sugar. She had wide-set, almond shape brown eyes, and lashes that extended much farther than I thought possible. Simply ‘bad’, was the way I would describe her. To me at that time, it didn’t matter whether she was into women, as long as she’d be into me.

She was smart, her ideas were solid and my whole team had improved. I was really impressed and said so frequently. I made every effort to do nice things for her, that wouldn’t be so obvious.

One Monday morning in May, my entire team had all hit our best numbers of the year. It had been somewhat unexpected, so there was lots of buzz and congratulations throughout my meetings that day. Her hard work had put us there.

Tuesday

I made desserts and brought them to the office the next day. In the break room, everyone gathered to taste them, some joking about not knowing I could cook. Demetria passed by just as the commotion frequency was at its peak. From the hall, she locked eyes with me leaning near the fridge, as I gulped water from a glass. As folks passed the tray of treats across the small round tables. Demetria stepped into the room.

“What do we have here?” Her assistant, Tia, offered the extra treat from her small party plate.

“Monroe made them herself,” someone laughed stuffing another treat into their joyful mouth.

I’d worn a simple grey suit that day, tailored and slim- with a white shirt that had been unbuttoned at the top since I’d entered the office that day. She eyed my chest and shoulders.

I watched her eye the dessert before picking it up delicately between two fingers and, “Oh I really shouldn’t.”

Even as she denied me, her parting lips spoke another language. Needless to say, I had also fantasized about this woman. Holding her lower back, and rocking my piece into her as she rode me- me being on top of her in intercourse, kissing her roughly while she’d urge me in deeper. She took a tiny bite and her eyes rolled back. She turned to face me, still chewing, and reached for a napkin.

“Wow, a strawberry cheesecake tart! Well done Monroe,” she said through the hand covering her mouth.

Her serious demeanor was super attractive. The statement came out low and pleasured, and just sounded so dirty in my head. “Yeah, I just bake. YouTube chef here,” I laughed along.

That afternoon I gathered up my team and suggested we all go out to celebrate. My close friend and roommate Bee was an insider, a party promoter – really I didn’t know what they did, but I asked them to put us on the list for whatever event was happening that week.

I didn’t even have to pass Demetria the message myself. I heard later from another manager that she was on board.

So that is how it happened. There was going to be a great time dancing and celebrating with one of the newest start-up companies in the Bay Area. Who could resist?

Wednesday

Around lunch, myself and my assistant, Demetria and her assistant and a counterpart from another division all had a closed-door meeting with the senior head deputy for strategy. As Demetria led the meeting, I couldn’t help but take in her long legs, disappearing up the bottom of a patterned pencil skirt.

The senior official and Demitria were both such attractive women, and I had a lot of trouble focusing. Ms. Tamara White was a huge fan of praising and promoting the young black talent in the company. The deputy would have me in knots and soaking wet on the occasions I’d interacted with her. That was before …

“Demetria this work had been remarkable,” Ms. White spoke with her whole body, letting the entire room of colleagues and my team, know just who was in charge.

I took her lead. “Ms. Graham. . . really has been an asset. . . knows what she is doing. . . even motivates. . . .”

I just rained the compliments down; bursa escort keeping my hands folded in my lap, to display ease and confidence, and praying my chest to slow down. Demetria’s slim brown hands were adorned in gold and wooden bracelets, they rested in her own lap-as both of us faced the executives across from us.

I watched her from the corner of my eye, as we all looked over the reports. She turned in my direction to look at the report in my hands, and I wondered if she could feel the tug of my desire under the table. I wanted to fill her. I wanted to bury my face in between her legs and breasts. . . .

Thursday

It turned out we’d be invited to a rooftop warehouse club which was premiering a new dance party. The temperatures were climbing. Top it all off with planning in advance, and we’d all had a few days to prepare.

I was at the office early that day and so were many others. After our morning team meeting, I stood in Demetria’s office doorway, “Congratulations Ms.Graham. It has been so wonderful working together.”

My co-worker and our assistants embraced in the hallway just outside the office.

She came into the hall, beaming at the younger women, and said to me, “These outcomes are unlike anything I’ve ever seen. You and your team are doing a wonderful job.”

I wondered how I had gotten so lucky, to be at work and surrounded by vibrant women such as these. I was also praying the universe would forgive me not being able to keep it in the pants this once.

I reached out for a more celebratory embrace, “Thank you! I will see you later tonight.”

She went to join our younger colleagues and her hand drifted from my arm to stomach as she lowered away from our one-armed hug. Then, in a tight circle heading the opposite direction with a young lady under each arm, she looked back over their shoulders at me and winked.

I arrived at the warehouse just before 8 o’clock. Demetria and Tia were already seated together in a reserved section. Someone suggested we all get to the rooftop dance floor as the crowd picked up, and finally, they’d all had enough drinks that the music was taking its effect. I was nearly hurting myself trying to play it cool. I decided to limit my alcohol intake since I had to be sharp enough to keep this up all night.

After a few hours, some of the early birds including her assistant went home. Demetria and I met next to each other on the dance floor. She was going right past me and I had to turn completely around to catch her attention. She smiled this time dazzling me. A look that to me said, ‘finally’. I silently groaned. Gently grabbing her hand I pulled her as close as we could move in the middle of the crowd. She spun her pelvis around to the beat so that I was behind her as she pressed her fat, round ass into me and swirled her hips.

I let her up and released the close-hold, just as she was grinding it out on my bulge. She sauntered off and I spun to find a tall stunner of a woman wearing blonde curls and a short jean skirt standing way too close. I put my hands on the woman’s waist, sighed into the distraction. She was all legs, ass, and wig bent over twerking, and I caught myself thinking about the thick brown thighs hiding up under Demetria’s skirt as she walked away.

At the rhythm change, I dashed off to the bathroom, ghosting the blonde. When I had dried my hands and exited the single stall, Demetria was standing at the sink in the restroom, reapplying the dark-colored lipstick I was hoping to god I would come home with on my shirt that night.

It wasn’t ideal at all. But, “Demetria, hello again.”

‘Damn! Stupid!’ I thought to myself but shook it off quickly. I took a good minute to take in her every angle. “I was actually looking for you, I was enjoying our dancing.”

The single stalls were empty, and amazingly, no one else was waiting in the dim back hallway.

She hadn’t looked at me, but she was saying something about her assistant and another of our co-workers. “I know what you mean. I’m glad we got to work so closely, though.”

Dawg. This was it. I stroked the back of her thighs from behind. She steaded with both hands on the sink in surprise and looked at my reflection right in the eye.

“Would you like to go home with me tonight?” I whispered low in her ear. A 10-star proposal, from the young single demi-god.

“No, not really,” she said flat out, and the only reason I knew a ‘but’ was coming was the way she leaned back against me with her eyes closed.

“But you’re welcome to bring this back to my place.” She reached behind her to cup my dick and turned to face me slowly.

Silently I choked down cheers and part moaned, “Damn, really?”

Part of me felt like I should kiss her and take her right there on the sink. But then it all processed, we were going to her place. I followed up with, “Cool, can I get you a drink then?”

She bit her lip and rubbed the cock lightly as she grinned into my glazed and suddenly-heavy eyes. Shit. bursa escort bayan

“Rum and Coke, please, with a cherry.” I went quickly to the bar my legs bounding with tension. I found my way to my bartender and ordered a shot before I closed up the tab.

“Thank you, sweetie,” Demetria came up to us, taking the drink from me and pushed her waist back on my dick some more. I wrapped my arm around her and we took off in an Uber to her place.

It was like an intense dream. I watched her neck curve into shoulder, collarbone, then full breasts that glowed with sweat and makeup glitter as we chatted about details of the party. The architecture of the city spun around us. One by one I spread my fingers along her back. And I stayed quiet as she moved her hands to my knee and then thigh, and then-

“We’re here.” She wasn’t the least bit intoxicated. And I didn’t think I was. But I swayed to stand and then to get my feet to the sidewalk. Damn my low tolerance.

“Monroe, did you have too much to drink?” She began to tease, softly grabbing my ass and walking toward the door with her hand there.

I sigh deeply but chuckle with her. She was just trying to get under my skin. She was talking about the home and her roommate as we walked up what felt like 3,000 stairs, then a 50-foot long hallway with huge ceilings, leading into her place.

“There’s an office and another sunroom, and backyard. We wanted to make lots of space to relax.

“Speaking of, . . . I really have to get out of this skirt. I’ll be right back.”

The place was gorgeously decorated, with eastern and modern odds and ends in bright welcoming colors. And it was immaculate. Bee and I had a cleaning service come every few weeks, and compared to this we were still well in the bachelor zone.

When she made her way back she’d taken her heels off, and half her makeup. A silky kimono now covered her shoulders and forearms. I could see tattoos on her upper back and shoulder through the sheer pattern. She was a woman of so many tastes. Tonight I just wanted to know what made her tick.

“This place is lavish. And I love the vibe,” I said, getting comfortable on the plush seating.

“You ever host?” I asked as the tension built, deliberately leaving out what kind of gathering I was thinking.

“I have friends over a couple of times a week.” She shifted on the couch.

Her hands reached to finger a few of the locs hanging near my chest. I was silent as I watched her twirling them in circles.

“And what about you? Do you keep strapped up?

Or did you just think I was easy and about to come over and be your little freak for the night?”

I know I looked surprised, but it was the way she slipped her hand between us to rub on the toy I was packing, not the blunt question.

I closed my eyes as she massaged me. “Mm, I really like that, and I like the way you play in my hair.”

Brain fog was clearing, and my assuredness taking over. She had stopped trying to hide the arousal in her eyes.

I was dying to feel her softness. I tugged her braids away to kiss gently at the curve of her neck and shoulder. Finally, I placed my hands on her head and pulled her towards me.

When her full soft lips opened against mine, I nearly moaned her name right then. My hand moved closer to the place where her thighs and the opening of the robe all met.

When she pulled away I lingered in frustration.

Then she got up, grabbing both of my hands, the robe opening up more. I could feel those sweet lips chasing my heart rate down one side of my neck and I forced my breath to evenly exhale as my body responded.

“Let’s go to my room,” she said into my ear and sending shivers through me.

She let me enter her bedroom first. My shoes and jumper came off quickly. I was incredibly aroused, and I stood, locking eyes with her, as I undid the buttons on my pants.

Suddenly she was in front of me, helping the undershirt over my head and tugging like she wanted to destroy that last piece of clothing. The thin kimono dropped from her shoulder and pooled on top of my clothes.

Her arms wrapped around my neck passionately and she was slipping her tongue into my mouth again. As her pussy pushed up against my stomach, I could feel her real desire for me. She was soaked through the silky shorts she wore.

“How long have you been thinking about doing this to me?” She teased the dick more, slipping her hand inside my grey silk boxers this time.

“The entire time.” There was no bra impeding on our night, so I rubbed and lavished her breasts with my mouth. “Every meeting, every fucking day.”

When her eyes caught mine she got this kind of focus I had seen her with before. My clit jumped seeing this new application.

“You got me so wet,” she moaned, her legs falling open as I kneeled in front of the bed.

I reached lower, dipping my fingers down to her entry and teasing her. As I felt her breathing speed, I started up a rhythm, rubbing escort bursa the length of outer the lips and slowly along the entire shaft of her clit.

“Demitria, oh god,” she locked eyes with me and the fire in them melted my last bit of nerves. “You fine as fuck.”

“Baby, show me,” she moaned, very clearly in need of this release.

I brought my head towards her lower half as she asked. My tongue never left her skin, just slipped over her lips and though the folds.

I was in heaven. She tasted better than I could have imagined. Her entire pussy was throbbing and wet while I ate her. She clenched my head tight.

“Oh, god!” She was very loud. “Yes-ss! Ro, yes!”

The gasping pleasure her in voice gave way. I would be hearing her moans in my head for days after.

“Mmm! Yess! Ro! Fuck me.”

Ohhh, that was a huge turn on. I gripped her bottom and held it to my face.

I pressed my tongue as deep inside her as I could. It drove me further into her pleasure delivery every time she grazed my neck and shoulders. I couldn’t see her face anymore and that was a shame, but her shouts were picking up and I kept going.

“Ohhhgod! Ohh, oh god. Ro!” She trembled. I slowed the pressure, milking every second, “Unnhh!”

I went from rubbing her with juices from my lips and chin, to slipping my tongue up and down her velvety clit. I could feel her swelling in my mouth. Her hips rolled and she dug her fingers into my hair, fucking my face.

“Fuuuuck, Ro!” I wanted to tell her how beautiful it was to hear her calling my name. If I could have, I would have had her down my throat.

I pressed a second finger into her leaking pussy, feeling her walls gently throbbing and stretching. “Fuck,” I whispered as I slipped in the third.

There was pressure from my lower abs through my legs from kneeling, but mostly from the desire, I was feeling for her. She started to ride my fingers with some forcefulness as I faced her on my side.

She moaned in time with every jolt into her soaked pussy.

“Ro, ohhh Ro!”

“I like that. When you say my name, baby.”

“Yeaah, Ro! Aahhh!”

Her eyelashes kissed, and her brows wrinkled as she accepted the pleasure I’d been dreaming up for her. I took in the micro changes in her gorgeous fucking face, near orgasm, I thought.

She continued to moan my name, “Ro, Ro! The way you feel i-issss soo-oo GOOD!” swirling her hips in circles, barely getting the words out.

With one hand she teased herself, gently squeezing her breast, the other hand grasping at the comforter. Then, “Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!”, as she arched her way over the edge.

We were covered in sweat, and the whole room smelled of linen and our heat. My fingers are covered in her thick cum, and she gasps when they exit her. The delirious look on her face made me ask, “You happy?”

Leaning in for a kiss with a whispery, “Hell yeah,” she looked over my body and my face plastered with her juices, “But I’m not done.”

She had me lay in the center of the bed and pulled down my briefs with both hands.

“That’s pretty,” she said.

She lowered her lips onto the dark purple tip, it was just thicker than the fingers I’d warmed her up with. She grabbed the base, stroking the shaft and sucking me into her jaws.

I began to squeeze my breasts, “Aaawww, Baby . . .” and groaned breathlessly, “Get the clit too.”

She caught my eye, slowing down the show as I asked for it. Stroking the dick head with one hand, next she lowered her tongue enough to lick up my entire pussy.

“Aaawww,” I groaned in pure bliss as she teased.

Even though my hips started to jerk backward, her grip on the shaft steered me to her. “Fuuuuck yeesss, D,”

She was going the fuck off, and I encouraged it. “Ohhhhh. Baby suck it up for me. Yeeesssss!”

I moaned for more and she paced, making me cream all over her face when I hit my first orgasm. It all felt right when I was under her talented trance. Sex with Demetria was a whole experience, there was no part of me that went untouched and by the time I had come twice, she was primed for more.

“That was okay?”, She kept sweetly massaging the dark, glittery shaft and kissed me on the lips. I was already trembling and I shut my eyes involuntarily as the friction kept me tense.

“That was everything girl,” I took a few deep breaths trying to regain composure.

Neither of us was ready for it to end. With her free hand, she caressed my splayed legs and gazing over my strong body said, “I want you inside me, Ro.”

“I want to feel you, D,” I said at the same time.

I reached down into my pants pockets for the few condoms I’d brought along. Demetria unwrapped one and slipped it on. I didn’t have time to think about how in sync we were. I began to talk her up.

“You look so hot sucking me off,” I took over, stroking with one hand and my juices, “Damn! You are amazing!” I drawled.

I caught her eye as she moved to hover over me, pussy sitting just at the tip. I kept stroking myself and watched her breasts and shoulders flex when she tossed those long braids off to one side. We scrambled to kiss each other at the same time.

“You eager to ride baby?”, she was in my lap now. “I got you”

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This is Kristen. After graduating, I got engaged with a boy from college while I started working for a news magazine. I started as a proofreader under the guidance of Laura, a social reporter, and little by little, I earned the respect of my workmates, especially, of my young “mentor.” It was not difficult working for her or with other editors, on the contrary, they helped me a lot to develop my own style when I wrote my first article about models and their diets. Although it was another reporter who guided me through the interviews and research, Laura kept me true to the human angle, so it wouldn’t seem like a “dish” on anorexic women.

A few weeks after my first important piece, my fiancé, Yamil, sent a text message to my cell phone:

“HELLO, KRISTEN. MEET ME AT THE COFFEE SHOP DOWNSTAIRS? I MUST TELL YOU SOMETHING IMPORTANT…”

I called back immediately to ask about it:

“Well, Yamil, what is it?”

“Please, not on the phone…”

“All right.”

When I got there, he was already waiting for me with a couple of cups of coffee. After the traditional kiss on our lips, he invited me to sit with him. I tasted my coffee, exactly how I like it. We learned about our mutual tastes in food and drink after long study nights on campus and some evenings at this city.

“So, what’s so urgent that you had to see me in person?”

“I’m leaving for Chicago again tonight.”

“But it’s been barely two months since you did an article there.”

“That’s why I’m going back. I made very good friends there and they will help me to settle there.”

“Settle there? What about us?”

“Things aren’t good enough for me at the agency for which I work.”

“You have not answered my question.”

“I’m sorry, but this could be my big break.”

“Yamil!”

“All right, we will have to break up! You wouldn’t want me to do so without seeing you face-to-face.”

“You’re right; It would not have been decent on your part. Now I understand, but tell me, are you seeing someone else?”

“That is not what it is. I already told you: over there, I have a good position waiting for me, but I need to act quickly. I hope you don’t hold a grudge against me.”

“Not at all. I love you.”

“And I love you, but it’s better this way. We weren’t meant to last. And now, I must leave; my flight leaves in a few hours.”

There was one last kiss, a little longer, and a good-bye. I returned my engagement ring right there, and that hurt us both even more. I cried a lot that night, but the following morning, I forgave him and I still consider him a good friend.”

Laura also wanted to explore new horizons, and she was hired by a fashion magazine, with no more qualifications than her impeccable taste in clothing. That opened an enviable position at my job and it was such a surprise when the editor called me to his office to offer it to me. I almost fainted. The boss announced that Laura recommended me insistently before quitting. I accepted the opportunity, and I finally understood the decisions that my two friends made.

A few months later, she invited me to cover, along with her, a fashion show at a shopping mall on the outskirts of the city. Although the line was casual, for teenagers and middle-class customers, there were some very elegant gowns and even see-through. I preferred not to write about this in my article, not wanting to draw too much attention to a chain of family-oriented stores. After the press conference and the get-together that followed, we took a moment to write down the last notes into bursa escort our laptop computers and send advances of the reviews to the newsroom. Upon finishing, I saw my former workmate and I praised her:

“The show was awesome. Thank you for thinking of me.”

“you’re welcome, you will always be my colleague.”

“Even now that I’m your competitor?”

“That’s no problem. As long as you can maintain your level of professionalism.”

“You flatter me.”

Her face brightened, and I imagine that mine did too, and then we blushed, I don’t know why. We looked down to close our computers and we went on separate ways to get some hors d’oeuvres and drinks and mingle. Little by little, people were leaving, and when I went to the parking lot, I realized that my photographer forgot all about me, in a hurry to develop his material. Laura saw me and stopped her car, to say to me:

“It seems that we are the last ones to leave.”

“I can see that.”

“Do you need a lift?”

“Well, yes. If it’s no problem, I came by bus and I can’t see them coming anymore…”

“We’re headed to the same city, hop in.”

“Thank you.”

After traveling for a few miles, I noticed that Laura was falling asleep at the wheel, and I tried to start a conversation to keep her alert, but I was also showing signs of fatigue. I told her:

“Laura?”

“What?”

“Look, it is late and there’s still a long way back. Let’s stop at a motel to spend the night.”

She gave me a puzzled look, perhaps taking offense, but she then smiled and agreed.

“You’re right, we could check our notes at leisure.”

We parked at an inn and she paid for the room. I insisted on paying but she had already taken charge of the bill. She picked up a gym bag from her trunk and we entered the room. She told me to take the first shower, and when I got out, she gave me a little robe so I would feel more relaxed. When she went into the shower, I checked my notes, but everything seemed OK. After a while, I realized that she was watching me, and we commented, almost at the same time:

“Just like old times.”

We laughed a little at the remark, we put our laptops away and we began to chat. We talked about many topics, like teenagers. When I leaned on my bed, the lapel of my robe slipped and one of my nipples peeked into view of her. At first, I didn’t notice, but Laura did. What I did noticed was the expression on her face that I used to get from my former boyfriend, and instinctively, I threw her a mischievous glance, but then, I remembered who was in front of me, and I was embarrassed, I turned my back to her and I stepped away. She approached slowly, and she said:

“What’s the matter?”

I didn’t answer. She placed her hands on my shoulders and looked at my eyes and she asked me:

“Is something wrong?”

I avoided her gaze and I answered exasperated:

“There’s nothing wrong.”

She didn’t respond with words, but she wouldn’t turn her eyes away from mine. I said:

“You might think that I am a awful person.”

“No way! I would never think badly about you…”

Absentmindedly, I continued speaking:

“You’re imagining that I’m a shameless lesbian.”

“Not shameless.”

“But lesbian.”

“I’m not judging your preferences, on the contrary, I might be willing to please you for one night.”

“But I’m not a lesbian!”

“Sorry I said anything.”

Now she was the one felt ashamed and she took a few steps back. I realized that I hurt her, so I apologized:

“Forgive escort bursa me, I shouldn’t have lashed at you, you were only trying to be nice to me.”

Now it was up to me hug her, and she held me tightly. I felt her body tremble against mine. Then I understood that I had struck a sensitive chord within her. I gathered tenderness that I had not had a chance to express for so long and I caressed her hands and face, and suppressing my prejudice, I commented to her playfully:

“Did you like what you saw?”

“When did you realize that I am…?”

“Just now, but I finally understand some of gestures and attentions that you had toward me.”

As if drawn by an uncontrollable magnetism, Laura pressed her face against mine, a few millimeters of my lips, and she murmured:

“You are so beautiful!”

“So are you!”

My own words surprised me, but I was already in too deep. She kissed me passionately and I didn’t resist. It’s been so long since Yamil left me that I told her:

“Tonight, I’m yours.”

Her lips went down my neck, giving me kisses that bristled the hairs on my neck and my nipples, while my vagina was getting very wet. She untied my robe and she moved her head to catch a nipple with her mouth to suck it, while she murmured:

“Come to Mama, you naughty boy.”

The caress electrified me to such degree that I pushed her robe off her shoulders and dropped it before mine reached the floor. When she went for my other breast, I lifted her face, I kissed her and I took one of hers, one cup size larger than mine, in my hand in order to quickly suck it. She aimed my head to make sure that I didn’t leave any spot of her bust without kissing and caressing. Then, she motioned me so to lean back on one of the beds and she kissed my breasts again, to travel from there over my belly until her lips reached the entrance of my burning vulva. She exclaimed:

“You can’t imagine for how long I have yearned to have you like this.”

I caressed her cheek with my fingers, and after our eyes met briefly, she tongued my labia until my clitoris was sticking out and she hurried to suck it. From time to time, she let go of it in order to play with my labia minora, creating suspense in me. I growled between my teeth:

“Stop teasing me, make me come!”

She ignored me for a minute, caressing my thighs and blowing her breath on my wet parts. I groaned:

“Oooohh, please!”

And she put a finger into my canal while she gave the last assaults on my clitoris with her tongue. My orgasm sprouted like a tsunami, making my thighs and hips jerk out of control. Still aroused, I stood up and I set her in the position in which I was lying, and without further ado, I began licking her vulva. I mimicked her the best that I could, especially, the part in which she tormented me by spacing the kisses on her clitoris, and when I had my fingers inside her vagina, I felt tempted to put one through her anus. Upon approaching her forbidden orifice, she became more stimulated than I had expected, and I went back to suck her clitoris again because she wouldn’t last very long. I grabbed her buttocks and I raised her hips in order to catch as much of her juices as possible while she grabbed her own breasts and pinched her nipples mercilessly. She screamed:

“Aah, aah, ahh!”

And she drenched me with the whole stream of sex that she had been holding up to that moment. Suddenly, she got up from the bed, she dug her hand in her travel bag and she pulled out an enormous strap-on dildo, she fastened it to her bursa escort bayan own hips and she went to lie on top of me. Before penetrating me, she kissed my lips, exchanging our own vaginal fluids, and she even touched her nipples to mine, and she asked me:

“Are you ready for this?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be…”

And then, I felt that so enormous thing go through my vulva and vagina, until it stopped against my cervix. Definitively, it was much longer than what Yamil had between his legs. The pleasure of being filled by that artificial shaft overcame the pain as she pumped, until I achieved another intense orgasm, and another, and another. Suddenly, she stopped, she unfastened it, and leaving it buried inside me, she asked me:

“Now, you do me.”

When I pulled it out, it made a funny sound, like a bottle popping open, and we giggled without spoiling our desire. She helped me tie it to my waist, and she got in position. While she cradled me in her arms, I pressed the instrument into her tender vagina. At first, the pleasure was all hers, and the only thing that I felt was the almost sadistic sensation of subjecting a female to my domain. I pumped it even more forcefully, knowing that I was repeatedly piercing her cervix, but she wasn’t showing any discomfort, on the contrary, she urged me on:

“Yes, yes! Give it to me, bitch! More! Aaahh!”

Allowing myself to get carried away by my manly role, I said to her:

“Who’s your man, huh? Who’s your stud!”

“You, Kristen, you own me!”

The most incredible thing happened: along with the last and most intense orgasm that she felt that night, I reached one as good or better, although that dildo didn’t have any part penetrating me while I used it on her. We fell asleep, or perhaps, we fainted after such a tremendous expenditure of energy and pleasure, with my “penis” still buried inside my ex-boss’s vagina…

When I woke up, I quickly pulled away and I moved to the other bed, and I saw such a grotesque contraption still tied to my waist, I felt odd, and at the same time, fascinated. The sudden movement also woke Laura up, at the moment in which I tried to unfasten the dildo. She went to my side and helped me, and taking me by my hand, she led to the bathroom. We took turns at the toilet and we went into the shower to wash our mess and she got aroused again, but I did not. She asked me:

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like it? Not long ago, you didn’t find it so repulsive…”

“It’s not like that…”

But she could see through my false modesty, and answered:

“I can see that you don’t feel like I do.”

I tried to appease her, but I was only able to stammer unintelligibly. She came out of the shower, and making a fuss about our breakup, she started to wash her toy in the sink, while she continued:

“I understand perfectly. It might have been some involuntary reaction on your part, motivated by your loneliness. It’s all right…”

I blushed and even broke into tears, because I knew that she was right. I didn’t have the nerve to embrace a lesbic lifestyle, and what hurt me more was that I didn’t talk about it. She hugged me, not looking for more sex, but to comfort me, by saying:

“Don’t feel so bad. It was good while it lasted. You’re not betraying me. It’s just that this isn’t you, although last night, you might have fooled me!”

“You’re still speaking kindly of me.”

“I am your friend, and you’re mine too. Now, wipe those tears and let’s get dressed, so we can go home.”

When we got dressed and we left, it was still dark, so we had more than enough time to return to our respective apartments, get refreshed, put on clean clothes, have some breakfast and go to our offices to begin reworking the articles that we brought back from the fashion show.

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I glanced at the hastily written down directions on the seat beside me as I drove. “SWF to share up-market suburban home and expenses Call Alex 555-3649”

I had phoned as soon as I spotted the advert in our local newspaper. I was answered by an answering machine, a cultured female voice spoke clearly and deliberately, ” Hi this is Alex, if you are phoning about my advert in the Belmont Bugle, I have found someone, thank you very much for phoning, if the call is for me, personally, please leave a message after the beep. Bye”

I sighed and left a message anyway. ” Hi Alex, my name is Vicky I saw your advert in the “Bugle”, and know that I am too late, but if the person you have chosen doesn’t work out, or changes their mind, please give me a call, your advert sounds like just what I am looking for, I can be reached at 555-1011 “

I had broken off my engagement, when I discovered my fiancé in the missionary position with one of his co-workers. By the time he had gotten his penis out of the red headed woman’s vagina, beneath him I had thrown the half-karat diamond engagement ring across the width of the rather seedy motel room. His pleas to wait, he could explain fell on deaf ears.

It took about an hour to arrange for a removal company to collect and store the furniture I had bought when I had moved in to my ex-fiancé Dave’s apartment after the engagement. I packed my clothes, and left, I dropped off the front door key at the movers along with a list of my possessions I wanted stored and found temporary accommodation with a girlfriend.

My girlfriend, Carrie lived in a one-bedroom apartment. She and I had been co-workers and very close friends for over five years. We had double dated upon occasion, slept with the same man more than once and even enjoyed a brief but tempestuous sexual relationship, she had warned me about Dave, I had ignored her advice, and now I was sleeping on her couch, and sharing her rather cramped bathroom. I had contacted every real estate office and scanned every newspaper and supermarket advert board looking for an apartment, but my timing was wrong, being the middle of the month, there was nothing close enough or suitable, so in desperation I had answered the ad to share a home, only to discover that I was again too late.

The call came at about 6-p.m. Carrie and I were sprawled out on the sofa eating pizza and watching the news, Carrie handed me the phone. The person had changed her mind and since I sounded so desperate could I come over immediately for an interview.

I scratched out directions to the house, grabbed my keys and blew Carrie a kiss, as I swept out the door. There wasn’t much traffic and the drive over was quick. I had no difficulty finding the house. It was a large face brick home with wide windows and was set back from the road, the grass had recently been trimmed and the flowerbeds neat and freshly tended.

I knocked; a well-dressed woman immediately opened the door. She had long raven dark hair coiffed carelessly around her face, which highlighted the lightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She was dressed in designer sweats; the gray and pink clothing suited her. It accentuated her body without blatantly displaying that she had a great body and very large breasts, far larger than my 34D’s.She was freshly made up, the muted eye shadow making the most of her stunning eye colour, and the lip-gloss still moist and unmarred. I thought she was around thirty. She invited me in and I followed as she walked into the sitting room, her body moving with an indescribable sensuality and rhythm.

The house was decorated bursa escort as tastefully as the owner. The furniture and fittings, while not new, were well cared for and neat. I sat on the sofa opposite Alex. She sat back in her chair, crossing her legs at her ankles. We discussed trivialities before she showed me over the house. The room she was offering was enormous with large windows and plenty of closet space, directly opposite the door was a bathroom with shower, which I would have to share with Alex’s 19-year-old daughter, Sarah, who was away in college. In addition, I would have the run of the home, garden and pool. She would need for help with meals and housekeeping. As for visitors as long as I was discreet around her daughter, everything was fine. The price she wanted was within my budget and my cheque for first and last was in her hand before she could change her mind.

I began moving my stuff over the following evening by the weekend everything was unpacked. Alex helped, she made sandwiches while I unpacked, later we sat and watched TV She was knowledgeable and intelligent. She had a way of putting people at ease; soon Alex and I were good friends.

I changed my cell number, and began to rebuild my life. Dave soon became a distant but unpleasant memory, thanks mainly to Alex’s nurturing, and support of my friends. I am not sure when, exactly, I began falling in love with Alex, all I knew is that I began to look forward to going home to her. I began to decline the occasional date or Carrie’s invitations to spend a night, and spent more time at home. I try hard not to look too long or get too close or touch; I have far too much respect for her.

Her daughter Sarah came home for the summer vacation like a hurricane, a whirlwind so much like her mom in looks its uncanny. It would be easy to mistake Sarah for Alex’s younger sibling, rather than her daughter. They have a very easy relationship and spend a lot of time, happy in each other’s company. I tried not to intrude and kept to myself, only to have Alex or Sarah pull me out of my room, making me join them, or flowing over into my room sprawling on my king sized bed, until I became part of their world. Sarah spent most of her vacation when not with us, either on the phone or dating some stud or other.

One Saturday Sarah invited me to join her and her mom at a Western bar just outside of town. I knew Alex liked Country music, and agreed to go along after a lot of persuasion, from Sarah.

I dressed conservatively, in jeans, wide leather belt with a silver buckle that cinched around my narrow waist and checked shirt that showed the swell of my 34D breasts well, I had recently bought new sharp-toed boots with stiletto heels, to complete my outfit.

Sarah had brushed her hair until it shone; she wore a straw hat with a leather band above the shiny dark hair. Her face was scrubbed and only had the lightest hint of coral lip-gloss. She was poured into skin tight blue denim jeans; way tighter than mine, her tartan plaid shirts top four buttons were opened showing her cleavage to the best advantage. A beautiful young woman out to have a good time with her mom and her mom’s housemate.

It was her mother, who took my breath away, Her long hair was brushed away from her forehead and held back with silver and tortoiseshell combs, it reached three quarters down her back, her make up was far from the usual muted and simple eye shadow and lip-gloss. She had used brownish blush on her cheeks, effectively elongating her face and displaying her really exquisite cheekbones, silver and blue eye liner to accentuate her eyes and drop dead escort bursa red on her lips, her finger nails were coated with the identical hue nail varnish. She wore a tiny red tank top, which, when she walked made her lush breasts jiggle suggesting that she wore no bra. Around her trim waist was a snakeskin belt complete with an oval western buckle, which held up a Stuart tartan miniskirt. So short it hung at least a foot above her knees, Under the skirt was a pair of sheer red stockings; and through the sheer red of her stockings her legs were long and shapely muscled, her feet were thrust into a pair of snakeskin high-heeled western boots that matched her belt.

We climbed into Alex’s minivan, Sarah opting to sit in the back, so I sat up front with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The drive was filled with laughter and anticipation, Alex entranced me, and she wore a subtle almost familiar fragrance, which I found intoxicating. I drank in every movement she made.

The outside of the bar was well lit, the car park full, it took a while to find a parking spot, and even then, it was some distance from the entrance. We entered the bar, a cacophony accosted us from every angle, Country music and at least one hundred people speaking at once. We followed Alex, as she navigated her way through the crowd to a table she had spotted. The table was close to the band, which we could see easily, we sat. A horde of men pushed themselves off the bar towards our table, and stood in lines asking us to dance. Both Alex and I declined every offer. A handsome cowboy who led Sarah her to the dance floor after pulling her, to her feet, Alex shook her head at her beautiful daughter and shouted to a passing waitress who nodded and returned with two foaming glasses of beer. One beer became two, two became four as we sat watching the band and the dancers The music washed over us as other couples gyrated and moved to the strenuous strains of the music.

Alex reached across the table and took my hand, “Come”, she said, and led me to the dance floor.

She held my hand she began to move in time with the music, her sensual movements were in time with every chord she danced before me a picture of grace and sensuality. Her ample breasts moved beneath the red tank top, her nipples now blatantly visible, her eyes upon mine her lips smiling as she saw the direction of my eyes, she moved closer, our bodies pressed together as we moved in time with the music.

The song ended and I was led back to the table, Alex never once let go of my hand. When we sat, Alex lifted my hand to her lips and kissed the tips of my fingers. Electrical tingles shot up along my arm and directly to my heart. I sat breathless, as Alex moved her chair until we were alongside each other, she licked her lips almost lewdly, bent forward and kissed me open mouthed on the lips, her tongue slipped into my mouth and I tasted her for the first time, her arms drew me close our bodies melding close in the crowded noisy room, I was oblivious to everything but her, and the electrical tickle spreading through my belly, making my limbs feel like jelly.

She whispered into my ear, “Come baby its time to go.” I followed the glossy hair and red tank top meekly out of the bustling bar to her minivan, oblivious to anything but the warmth of her hand in mine. Once the van was out of the parking lot, she drove one handed, her right hand began to stroke the skin of my arm and circle my tingling breasts, my breath shortened as her fingers boldly undid the buttons of my blouse and then by snaking her hand around my back, she expertly unsnapped my bra. Instantly bursa escort bayan her hand slid over an erect nipple, she pinched the rubbery nubbin and tweaked the trapped nipple until it felt white-hot. Instinctively, I had leaned back in the seat, allowing her more access. I don’t remember much of the drive home, I can however recall with clarity every caress and kiss I was given during the ride.

Alex stopped touching me, as we reached the house. I slid out of the seat, holding my open shirt closed with one hand, as I quickly stepped from the driveway to the front door. Alex followed at a more leisurely pace locking the door behind us. She reached for me drawing me close as we stood in the living room; her hands on my shoulders pushed me to my knees. I knelt in front of her; her hands went from my shoulders to the front of her outrageously short skirt. As she lifted the rough plaid, I could see underneath the miniskirt she wore a set of red suspenders to keep the stockings up, her dark pubic hair was lush and long, moist lips peeped through, I could smell her, it was the same scent that I had found so intoxicating and enigmatic earlier,I discovered later she had used her own vaginal secreetions as a perfume, eagerly I bent forward, as she set her legs wider apart, my lips mashed against her vaginal lips, my tongue slid into the soft waiting folds as Alex tightened her grip behind my head drawing my face between her legs.

The tip of my nose touched a wet and needy clit, Alex drew in a long breath as I began to shake my head effectively grinding her clit with my nose, against her pelvis, my tongue began to lap the moisture that flowed from Alex’s pussy, almost imperceptibly, she began to rock, tiny tremors flexed in her thighs, from my position between her thighs, I heard her moan. Alex stiffen, as she came with shudders of delight, she stumbled away from, where I knelt between her legs. She steadied herself on my shoulders, and stepped back.

“Take your jeans off baby,” she said,

She stepped away as I struggled out of my tight jeans, and wet thong panties, I pulled both free, as Alex returned, she was cinching a red leather harness around her waist, attached to the harness was a huge red dildo, at least 10 inches in length with the correct anatomical curve and a huge head. Without thinking I spread myself for her, I was so hot and wet Alex had no problem sliding the red monster into my pussy. My pussy was deliciously stretched and pounded as Alex began to thrust deep into me, instinctively I arched as my pussy was filled, Alex thrust deep and hard, It felt so wonderful and right I anxiously clawed at Alex’s back as my orgasm began to pump my thighs in time with her thrusts, the electrical tickle between my thighs exploded into a roar as I arched my back and came in an earth shattering climax, I fell back as I came helpless as Alex fucked me with the strap on, I held on as another tremor began deep within my belly, I clung on as Alex shimmied the big red cock in me, I began to gush, my pussy throbbed with delight and I snaked my arms around Alex holding her close to me, forcing her to stop, the harnessed dildo speared deep inside me as we lay spent on the living room carpet.

We didn’t hear as the front door opened, but both Alex and I looked up as Sarah snapped on the light as she entered the living room. I lay impaled with her mother on top of me.

“Hi guys,” she said, stepping past us, “congrats mom, I thought you would never get into her cute little panties.”

I lay back so embarrassed I did not hear what she said until, she bent down kissing her mother’s cheek, then lower, she whispered to me. “Mom’s been so hot for you these last three months”, she whispered. “She stood, “I’m so happy for both of you, but next time try and keep it in your bedroom, love ya both, night-night.”

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I love to watch. I love to watch woman I know personally, it is so erotic to me. I have this fantasy about one of my coworkers. Her name is Theo. The is about 5’10” and weights maybe 130lbs. She has, shoulder length blonde hair with amazing sexy blue eyes. She grew-up as a tomboy, on a farm, so she isn’t no weakling. Her body has amazing muscle tone.

Her eyes, are a perfect example of “bedroom eyes.” Theo is a cock-tease and is very good at it. She has had my cock, at her mercy, several times. One day I decided to follow her home, and to see if I could catch her at something, incriminating that I could blackmail Her with.

I planned on a Friday night, after work. It was a very rainy-windy night, which was in my favor. Theo pulled into her driveway, and walked into her small house, where she lived alone. I had given her 30 minutes to get settled in for the night, before I crept up, to the living room window.

Her house was surrounded by 6 foot tall shrubs. One day during a conversation, she mentioned that she didn’t have to close her curtains, to walk around, do housework in the nude. because of these bushes. Theo flashed me that look of, “wouldn’t you love to watch me naked!” I thought, “hell, did she just give me the green light to watch her sometime?” My brain said no, but the one I think with, said HELL YEAH!!!!!

I was sneaking up to her living room window, and started to look in, when I heard Theo talking to someone in another room. I couldn’t hear another voice, so I assumed she was on the phone. I then crept up to her bedroom window, she was standing in front of a full length mirror, wearing a blue satin teddy.

She was facing towards the mirror, I could see her perfectly from the reflection. Her small, but perky tits were stretching out the fabric. I forgot to watch where I was stepping, and stepped on a branch. Under my breathe, I thanked the powers to be, for the rain.

I had ducked down, just in the nick of time, because I had caught a glimpse of her turning toward the window. I could hear her voice growing louder, and closer. My heart was racing, thoughts of getting busted, and Theo kicking my ass, swam in my head.

Theo was talking with another woman from work, her name was Val. Val was a very sexy, attractive 25 year old. She was another blonde blue-eyed babe. She reminded me of “the inexperienced girl next door.” Val has an amazing set of tits. The bra’s she wore, were athletic type, enough to cover her up. When she walked, her tits bounced around, and she had hard nipples ALL THE TIME!

Theo had made plans with Val for that night. She was to stop and watch a movie, and to catch up on the work gossip. Now what to do, I asked bursa escort myself. Should I wait until Val arrived, or should I keep on watching Theo? I decided to (what every hot-blooded, horny man, would do) continue watching Theo. Theo sat down on the edge of her bed, sitting in front of her mirror, with a pair of scissors. I watched her trim her bush, when she would go to brush off the excess, I could hear her take a deep breath, and let out little moans, as she used her open hand to rub up and down her womanhood, I could tell that Theo was getting very hot. It starts to rain harder, with huge rain drops. I consider going home, but I stick it out. After several minutes of me daydreaming of Theo, in different scenarios, a car pulls up, and Val slides out.

I watched her walk into Theo.’s house I noticed that for the crummy kind of night, Val was skimpily dressed in over sized sweat pants, and a white, tight fitting tanktop. I cant believe my eyes, as Val is lazily walking towards Theo.’s front door, I can see the outline of Val’s, breasts, and I can also see the size, shape of her aeriolas…THANK GOD for rain and wet, white T-shirts, I mumble to myself. My Dick bounced in my jeans, and sprung to life. That’s all I had seen, before she went in.

My heart and Dick was pounding…my imagination was running at its max. I was having flashes of watching Theo and Val embrace each other in some hot lesbian love.

My luck was getting better by the minute. I hurried back to where I had the best view of the living room, when I got there, Theo and Val had just sat down on the couch. I could see them talking back and forth, I was beginning to think, that this was going to be a boring coworker visit, when Theo got up from the couch, and walked behind Val, and had started to massage Val’s shoulders. Val immediately went limp. I could her Val sighing. Theo walked into her kitchen, and came back out with a big bottle of ice water. Val looked to be falling asleep, and Theo (I swear I seen the lil’ devil horns grow from her forehead) gets this, daring, bold, look on her face. With an evil grin, Theo trickles some of the ice water on Val’s neck, and head, and Theo giggling, says “Heyyy you cant be nodding off on me, damn it!”

Shocked, mouth wide-open from the rush of the ice water, Val jumps up, with her bosom bouncing briskly, in every direction, yells, “WHAT THE HELL!!??!! that water is freaking’ ice cold, Theo!” Val is obviously stunned, and upset by the cold water.

With Theo.’s satin bathrobe, dancing in the breeze, with a daring smile, Theo bubbly replies, “I just wanted to see what would jump-up first, you or your nipples!” Theo licks her lips, and gingerly bites down on her bottom lip, anxiously awaiting her straightforward statement.

I could tell, with the expression on Theo.’s face, she was boldly going where she escort bursa never went before. Would Val bite on the bait, Theo was teasing her with? My levis were soaked clear thru, and the friction my erect tool was creating, was too much. I hungrily unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down to my ankles, along with my boxers, exposing my throbbing, man meat. IM an average man, rock hard penis pops up to stand at 6 inches, but tonight, I am proudly stroking 9 inches.

I take the palm of my hand, and run it across the bushes, to gather some of the rain water, I slap my wet hand against my throbbing muscle, and slowly slide it up and down.

Val has this stunned, confused look, trying to brush off the standing water from her top, and again, Theo soaks Val’s chest, with the icy liquid.

Now, Val has this, strange, but arousing feeling come over her. She is embarrassed, because she covers her breasts, which are now in full view, despite her top still on.

Theo, squirts another volley of water, this time hitting Val in the face, with an apologetic manner, Theo says, “awwwww honey, IM sorry, IM just playing, here let me help!” With that being said, Theo reaches to wipe off the dripping water, and takes her index finger, and drags it down, between Val’s eager boobs. Hooking the top of Val’s top.

Theo pulls down hard, ripping the fabric. “Oops, Did I do that?” Theo coos playfully and squeezes out more water, that hits Val’s bare chest, and streams down, between her lovely tits. Her pale skin is glistening, so soft, and so inviting. I start stoking my monster, faster, thinking to myself, cmon Theo, do it, rip her top off, suck on her tits.

Val is RED in the face, bewildered at Theo.’s actions. She would have never guessed, that Theo was this way. “THEO! Val stammers, What are you t-t-trying to do?” Theo, winking, leans in, and whispers into Val’s ear, “I am trying to get you turned on, and naked!” Val’s body is starting to give into Theo.’s advances, she starts to shake, making her prime tits, jiggle.

Val, takes in a deep breathe, and says, “Damn, are you trying to seduce me, Theo? You know, I am a happily married woman”

Theo.’s reply was, “yes, and of course, but, haven’t you ever had a fantasy about being with another woman?”

Val, gathering her senses, stumbles over her words, and can only utter out… “Theo, Take me, show me your fantasy”

Theo stands up, and lets her satin teddy seductively slide off her shoulders. Theo then grabs both of her breasts, messaging them, then pulling and twisting at her hard, suckable nipples, and motions for Val to lay back on the couch.

Theo, with both hands, vigorously, finishes tearing Val’s top off, making Val jump.

Theo leans over Val, and gently lets the tips of her tits, touch Val’s. Val nervously reacts, and shimmers with erotic excitement.

Theo bursa escort bayan is moaning softly, with a seductive grin, says to Val, “Wasn’t expecting this tonight huh?”

Val, hesitantly, replies, “God no!”

Theo laughs, and remarks, “close your eyes, and relax”

Val complies, with Theo.’s request.

Theo leans down farther, and gently, softly, kisses Val’s ever-so-hard nipple.

Val instantly has goosebumps,as an electric feeling washes over her. Val says, “Oh myyyyyy Theo!! that feels sooooooooo good!!!”

Theo replies, “good, how does this feel?” and runs her hand down Val’s waist, over her sweats, and between Val’s heated up crotch.

Val rolls her head back, moaning, and reaches up to touch Theos 1 inch long nipples. At the touch, Theo moans approvingly, and helps Val rub her own breasts.

Theo, goes out of character, with aggression, slaps Val’s hands down, and bites Val’s left nipple, hard, making Val scream in pain. Val, painfully asks, “OUCH!! Not so hard!” Theo just looks at her, and says “Just be quiet and let me, do what I want, my little slut!”

With that said, Theo stands, clenching both her hands around the waistband of Val’s sweats, and yanks them down in 1 swoop. Theo leans down, and sticks her nose into Val’s moist panties, and sucks in Val’s odor. “mmmmmmmmm, says Theo, I see my little slut is getting wet, then she fastens her hands on Val’s pretty panties, and pulls them down, then off.

Val gasps at the force of Theo.’s actions. Val is starting to shake, wondering what Theo is going to do to her. Cautiously, Val murmurs, “Theo are you gonna hurt me, cuz if you are, IM outta here!” Theo didn’t take Val’s words to seriously. “ohhh baby, don’t you worry, IM not gonna hurt you, she chuckles, too bad.”

Now, Theo has Val on her back, on the couch. Thank the gods, I say to myself, that the couch is positioned just right for my viewing pleasure. The outside of the window, fogs up from my heavy breathing. If IM not careful, IM gonna get busted.

Theo, straddles Val’s, torso with her long slim legs. As she starts to caress Val’s globes. I keep telling myself, damn it Theo just start sucking them nips, oh god, they want your attention so bad. As if Theo heard me, she bent down and started to nurse on Val’s pink tit’s.

Val is starting to relax, getting into the swing of things, as she slowly, softly glides her fingertips up and down Theo.’s sides, and out lines the shape of Theo.’s pert tits.

Theo suggests that they move outside, to her patio, that is safely guarded by 8 ft walls of plywood, and thick bushes. I almost pass-out. My mouth drops open, and all I could think, was shows over. There’s no peeping the patio! DAMN IT!!!

Maybe Val will say no. I cross my fingers, hold my breath. Val says sure babe, whatever you want. They both get up, arm in arm, and walk out the sliding glass door.

Screw it, I say. IM gonna climb them bushes, and look down on them. hehehe where there’s a will, and 2 gorgeous, naked hot women, there’s a way……

to be continued……

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Happy Ending

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fantasy/fiction, based on no true experiences or actual people.

** The Happy Ending **

We had known each other for many years as client and therapist, and I had spent hours fantasizing about what could happen if…

I was on the table getting my usual ‘tuneup’ massage, our conversation the usual smalltalk about life’s twists, turns, and miscellaneous stuff. Her hand brushed against my loins, something that had never happened before, and my cock jumped to attention. Her fingers brushed over my now erect parts, and while she didn’t linger there she definitely didn’t avoid the area. “Mmmm… seems we have another area that might need attention.” she said with a chuckle. The topic had never been breached. Now the door was open.

“Um.. yeah… well…” I responded. “I’m sure that kind of attention is out of line here, right?” I asked her.

Without losing her place with the massage, she replied. “Yes, here; but I have a private salon at my home. Just make an appointment and let me know what you want in advance. We can plan time and – um – other things to give you the service you want.” Then, just to make sure I understood, she made contact with my turgid privates again. This time the fingers lingered, stroking my shaft through the sheet that covered my body. “Mmmm?” she added.

I couldn’t believe it. Maybe – just maybe – my fantasy would come true. “Uh.. okay.. sure..” I said.

Intent on finishing the massage, Michele continued her work. “We can chat for a few minutes outside after this, if that’s okay.” she said.

“That’ll work sweetie.” I replied.

The massage and adjustment finished, I settled the bill and scheduled my next visit before heading out to the parking lot where Michele waited next to my car. She smiled as I approached. “Feeling better?” she asked sincerely.

“As usual!” I replied. Eager to get on with the discussion, I asked “so… how do we proceed with this?”

She put her hands on her slender hips. “Well… I offer the usual, you know, hand job to completion along with the normal massage.” she began. “That’s an extra fifty on top of the massage, so…”

“One-oh-five for an hour?” I suggested. She nodded.

“Or… for my special clients there are other options…” she offered.

“Okay, what are they, and am I special?” I asked.

Michele laughed, giving my hand a squeeze before she replied. “Yes of course you’re special. Okay, well I will do oral of course, and – um – anal if you want, just no vaginal intercourse is all.” she replied.

My cock got hard at her mention of oral and anal. She had the cutest little butt, and I had definitely noticed it. Her ass had been a part of an ongoing fantasy. “And pricing?” I asked.

“For you… another fifty for whatever you want… so… a hundred on top of the massage.” she replied. “Satisfaction guaranteed.” she added with a laugh. Then she pulled out a business card and handed it to me. “Call me to setup an appointment and we’ll go from there.”

I took the card and returned her warm smile. “Okay, great. And you want to know my interest in advance, right?” I asked sheepishly.

“Oh, I think I can just plan on the tour and be safe, right?” she suggested with a wink. I knew exactly what she meant.

“Uh… sure.” I replied. We hugged and agreed to ‘see each other soon’, and I drove home with a raging hardon.

To avoid suspicion I waited to setup the appointment, making it for three weeks later. The day arrived and I showered as usual before a massage. The wife had a day of errands to run and would be nowhere altyazılı porno near Michele’s massage salon, so I was confident there wouldn’t be an interruption. I drove out to the remote area where her home and parlor were located, parking next to the small cottage with the signage. My dick was hard from the moment I pulled into her property, and seeing her gate close behind my car gave me a boost of energy as I anticipated the hours ahead.

Michele greeted me at the door, her hair still wet from a shower, her body covered by only a thin shirt and a pair of panties. She smiled, looking down at the bulge in the front of my jeans. “Oh my… I see you are ready sir.” she giggled, waving me through the door. “Right in there please, you know the drill.” she laughed, pointing to the small room with the massage table – and no windows. I followed her direction, enterring the room and looking around. It didn’t look any different from any other massage therapy salon; but there were a couple of bottles of something other than massage oil conspicuously placed on the shelf next to the table. “I’ll be with you in a few, face down first.” she said – the usual instruction; but then she added “I hope that won’t be too uncomfortable for you.”, she glanced down at my crotch again and winked.

Normally I would leave my shorts on for a massage; but this time was different. I stripped completely and crawled under the blanket, squirming to arrange my cock as I heard her come through the door. It was on!

“Okay.. so is there anything in particular you want me to work on for the massage?” Michele asked, her hands doing their usual exploration.

“Nothing – um – special.” I laughed.

The massage proceeded as usual, her hands working their magic on my back and legs, with a few thinly disguised strokes from her fingertips between my legs that wouldn’t be a part of the normal therapy. I flipped over onto my back as I would normally, my cock still at attention. This time her fingers drifted up to lightly stroke my penis in between a deep kneading of my muscles. She worked her way up, skillfully extracting the toxins from my body. Then instead of ending the session with a quick scruffle of my hair she moved slowly down my side, her fingers lightly touching my skin over the blanket. One hand slipped up beneath the cover along my thigh, then her fingers wrapped around my erection and she squeezed. “Time for something a little special.” she said softly.

I watched her head disappear below the blanket, then her lips teased their way up my leg until they took my balls into her mouth. “Ohhhhkkkmmmmm… nice…” I said hoarsely, not expecting the oral attention to my testicles. She let out a very muffled mewl before releasing the sensitive orb, working her way up the shaft until her lips wrapped around the head of my dick. Now her fingers cupped my balls as her lips nibbled their way down the length of my penis, completely engulfing my organ in her warm mouth. She was definitely a skilled cocksucker, and I settled back to enjoy her ministrations. She seemed to know when I needed a break, either holding still with my organ inside her oral cavity or slowly and gently withdrawing completely.

On one such break she lifted her head and caught my eye. “You want to join in the fun?” she asked with a big smile. I nodded eagerly, and Michele quickly pulled her shirt over her head and pulled off her skimpy panties. Walking up next to me she giggled. “It ain’t immoral if it’s oral.” she said, hopping up on the table to stradle my face. Her mouth was instantly back in contact with my cock as my hands pulled mobil porno her pussy down to my own lips and tongue. One touch from the tip of my tongue on her clit and her pussy was wet.

My fingers traced the crevice between her cheeks, gently tugging them apart to expose her little rosebud. I momentarily moved my oral digit from her clit, over her moist petals to the snug little wrinkle of her anus, depositing as much natural lube as I could at the entrance to her bottom. A muffled moan escaped her throat as she worked my penis with her lips and tongue. Returning to her clit I began to work my fingertip around her snug sphincter, bringing more moans of a rising passion from my masseuse/fellatrice. Teasing at the little ring, I waited for her body to relax. With a gentle pressure, my finger penetrated her anal port easily, sliding to the second knuckle in her tight hole as I felt her lips nibbling at the base of my dick. Without losing a single stroke, Michele reached over and handed a small bottle back to me. The bottle was some kind of tasty lube, and had a flip-up nozzle which was activated with a single finger. With Michele’s mouth sucking gently on my meat, I pushed the nozzle past her outer ring and gave the bottle a squeeze. After closing the nozzle and setting the bottle down I returned my tongue to her anus, worming the tip inside her ass as she squirmed and wriggled atop me.

We stayed in that position, her lips and tongue knowingly stimulating my organ while I prepared her asshole, for a good fifteen minutes. Her body suddenly trembled, the clenching in her pooper getting intense. Her muffled squeals made it obvious she was cumming and I lashed at her clit with abandon until her spasms subsided. I felt her mouth leave my dick and looked down. She was smiling. “You want my butt?” she asked, squeezing the two fingers inside her with her rectal muscles. I pushed them deep, then pulled them out of her butt. That was all the answer she needed. She climbed down from the table and took the second bottle, opening it and pouring a fair amount into the palm of her hand. Setting the bottle down she placed her coated palm on the head of my dick. The warmth quickly penetrated, and the numbing began. I looked at her cute face as she slowly stroked the shaft. “It’s just for this particular activity.” she told me. “It will slow things down for both of us, so we can enjoy it for a while.” she added, quickly wiping the excess from her hands before hopping back up on the table to straddle my loins. She smiled again, reaching behind her to guide my penis between her buttocks to the glistening little hole. “Ready?” she asked, not waiting for a response.

I felt the head pushing aside the muscular portal of her anus, slipping past the snug ring easily and moving an inch or so up her ass as she lowered her lithe hips. Then she used her muscles to squeeze my member, bringing a twitch from my cock. “Mmmm… feels good.” she said softly, leaning forward to nuzzle my neck as she pushed her hips down until my cock was as far up her asshole as it would go in this position. Her skills were clearly not confined to her hands and her lips, I felt the controlled contractions of her rectal chute massaging my penis without any motion of her hips. Sensing my tension, she pulled her head up just above my face. “Mmmm… just relax… this is a part of your massage, remember…” she told me, working her anal muscles on my cock. After a few minutes of this remarkable action, she lifted her hips and began a more ‘normal’ pumping action, easing her ass up and down on my meat for a dozen strokes before again settling with sex izle the entire length inside her bottom. The muscle contractions resumed, and I stroked her sides and hips in a rhythm matching hers. Her hands worked at my neck muscles, easing away the tensions there as her butthole raised the level in my loins. My cock felt incredible in her asshole, the well-trained muscles gripping and releasing the shaft. I’d sodomized several women; but never had this experience before. It was as if Michele’s rectum was an extension of her therapy.

I felt a quick spasm in her butt and she stopped what she was doing. “I’m going to cum again, and I need to know where you want to finish.” she said hoarsely.

“I… uh…” I stammered, surprised at the question.

“My mouth or my butt?” she clarified, squeezing my dick with her ass. When I didn’t answer, she went on. “When I cum, the action in my bottom will get you off, I guarantee it. So if you don’t want to cum now, or you would rather be in my mouth, then….” she added.

My cock twitched inside her butthole, giving her my answer. Her smile told me I’d responded the way she wanted, and her hips began to move. While my dick was getting stroked by her anal ring, her clit was rubbing against my groin with each thrust. She buried her face in my neck and began to moan, the pitch going up as she got closer. Then I learned first hand what she had told me as she flew over the edge, her entire body shuddering as her asshole spasmed wildly around my penis. “Oh yeah sweetie… OH YEAH…. OHGAWDDDD… OHMYGAWDDDD…. YESSSS…” I howled as my jizm squirted in blast after blast into her tight bottom. My spasms continued for several minutes, encited by similarly spasmodic clenches inside her rectal passage, until finally both of us had calmed down. Her muscles continued to work at my organ, squeezing it gently as the erection slowly departed, then finally pushing the intruder out of her nether port.

“Mmmm…. that was nice.” she whispered, still laying on top of me on the table.

“Yes indeed it was.” I replied, stroking her back gently. “Best massage I’ve ever had, that’s for sure.” I added, reaching down to fondle the perky cheeks of her ass.

“I hope it isn’t the last time we do this; but…” she said.

“But what?” I pursued.

“We just can’t let anyone know, that’s all.” she told me, climbing over me and off the table. “You know, I mean I don’t do this for just anyone.” she added, letting her fingers trail down my leg as she retrieved her panties and shirt.

I watched intently, gazing at her taut lithe body as she bent over to grab her undergarment. “Damn you have a cute little butt.” I exclaimed, adding a chuckle as I swung my legs off the table to gather my own clothes.

“I am very pleased you think so sir.” she giggled, pulling up her panties. “And I hope it was a good little butt as well.”

“Oh yes, indeed it was.” I responded.

She held a finger up to her lips and left the room. Gotta make it look normal, just in case I thought. I finished dressing, then waited a couple of minutes before I opened the door and walked out into the ‘lobby’. Michele had added a pair of snug jeans to her outfit, and was waiting by the door. I pulled the folded up bills from my pocket and handed them to her. “Check the amount please sweetie.” I asked her.

Michele counted. Two hundred and fifty – more than she would have charged. “Um…” she began; but I held my finger up to my lips, then pointed to her. She smiled, reaching out to give my shoulder a squeeze. “Thank you sir. I’ll see you next time.”

“I’ll call you to schedule.” I replied, returning her squeeze before heading out the door.

My cock twitched again in my pants. Now THAT was a happy ending I thought, my mind racing to think of a reason for another visit to the massage therapist.

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Destined Lovers Ch. 08

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The punch Ivan had given him had been so painful. Henry bled for minutes before it finally stopped. He was so happy that he had finally found out Ivan was George. Even the punch he had given him could not stop his happiness.

“I am going to follow him.” He said as he stood up.

“It’s very late and I am sure he will not allow you to see him.” Andrew hissed.

“Whatever it takes I must have him back.” He asserted.

“That all depends on him.” Claire replied as she came into the living room. “As it is right now, you have really messed up and I am sure he will not make it easy for you.”

“I will make him mine once again.” He restated.

Just then Jake entered the house and he was really mad. Henry wondered why he was in his house at 11.pm.

“How could he embarrass me like that?” he babbled.

Henry had a headache and he didn’t want Jake to add to the problems he had already. Soon as he saw him, he began heading upstairs leaving Andrew and Claire to handle Jake.

He got into bed thinking about how much he had missed George and how happy he was feeling knowing that he had finally found him. Henry felt like he had created a gap between them because of what he had done. First he had thrown him out of his life and then he had kidnapped his son. This was really too much and he did not know where to start.

The door opened and the furious Jake came inside the room.

“What are you doing here Jake?” he asked.

“Why is my boyfriend asking me what I am doing here? Shouldn’t you be happy that I am here?” Jake spitted.

“It’s late and I am not in a good mood.” He hissed.

“I am also not in a good mood… I met that silly boy and he embarrassed me in front of my fans.” He glowered as he threw a newspaper on the bed.

Henry took the newspaper and read.

‘ Famous celebrity embarrassed at Rodriguez suns hotel.’

Henry began laughing which made Jake look even angrier.

“You have already met with him too.” He laughed.

“What do you mean by that?” Jake asked.

“He was the one that gave me this.” He said as he pointed to his nose.

“Why did he do that to you? Does this mean that you have been meeting him?” Jake mumbled.

“It’s none of your business.” Henry said as he pushed himself under the covers.

He saw Jake as he stripped to his boxer briefs and came into the bed and put his hand on Henry’s chest.

“Are we going to have sex tonight?” Jake asked enthusiastically.

“No! I am too tired.” He replied removing Jake’s hand from his chest.

“That’s all I have been hearing for the past 2 months now.” He sneered. “This started when we came from that party 2 months ago… You are always too tired to fuck me.”

“I have been doing a lot of work at the office and I am always tired.” Henry hissed. “And if you love me like you say you do you would understand.”

“Does it have to do anything with the return of George?” he demanded.

“Don’t bring him into this and even if it does, why should it matter to you?” Henry countered.

“Maybe it does and I hope all this is not true because you are only mine Henry… Nothing will ever change that.” Jake shouted in his face.

Henry’s headache got worse as they continued arguing. He couldn’t take it anymore so he left the room for Jake and went to another room leaving the troublesome Jake on his own though he objected for Henry to leave the room. Henry threw him on the bed and left.

*****

Ivan was in the living room playing with his son. He had decided not to go to the office for he wanted to spend the whole day with his son. He had been so scared the whole night after what had happened to him with Henry. He was busy chasing his son in the living room when the guard came inside.

“Sorry to disturb you sir but Mr. Rosenberg is at the gate demanding to see you.” He apologized.

Ivan wondered if Henry would ever leave him alone at all. Now that he knew he was George it would be hard to avoid him with any excuse.

“Tell him I don’t want to see him and under no circumstance should you allow him inside.”

The guard went away and he continued playing with his son though his mind was outside talking to Henry and telling him how much he loved him.

A few minutes later he could hear Henry’s voice outside shouting his name. He ignored it but he wanted to go outside and talk with him. He stood there his mind absent when he felt his son’s tiny hand.

“Daddy, are you okay.”

“I am fine.” He said with a smile.

He tried to play with his son but Henry was really getting to him with all the shouting he was doing outside. He couldn’t take it anymore and decided to go and see Henry to put him in his place. He called his son’s nanny and asked her to play with his son while he went outside for a moment. As he got outside, the noise increased and Henry was still shouting his name.

“George! Come out and see me… I won’t go if I do not see you.”

Henry was banging on the gate and it was making a lot of noise in the whole compound. porno 64 Ivan dismissed the guard and told him he had it under his control. As soon as Ivan got out of the compound, Henry ran to him and hugged him tightly but he just stood there doing nothing.

“I knew you would come out.” Henry exclaimed.

Ivan released himself from the hug and looked straight at George with a serious face.

“What do you need here Henry?” he sighed.

“I came here for you my love.” Henry answered excitedly as he held his hand.

“Can you hear yourself, Henry?” He laughed. “You and I share no relationship.” He said as he released his hand.

“We used to…” Henry answered.

“That was all in the past and I have forgotten about it all… And what do you think, that because you know who I really am you can just come here and I would receive you with open arms? I am not that stupid Henry.” He sighed. “You even have the guts to kidnap my son.”

“I was helpless.” Henry mumbled. “I needed to know the truth.”

“And then what?” he hissed. “Has it changed anything?”

“It has not but I am willing to change it? Give me a chance.” Henry begged.

“You never wanted me in your life. Why has that changed suddenly?” he sneered. “I am warning you Henry, stay away from me because you might not like the outcome.” He threatened.

“I am ready to suffer if it means you will forgive me… I am even ready to die.” He reassured.

“Just get out of here and leave me and my son in peace.” He begged.

Henry was silent and looking really pitiful. Ivan really wanted to tell him that he still loved him but he was scared of getting hurt. He turned to go back into his compound but Henry grabbed his arm, turned him around and kissed him.

The kiss felt like heaven. Henry had his hands on Ivan’s arms while he tried to penetrate his mouth. Ivan couldn’t resist the kiss. For the first time when he was with Henry, he felt weak and just allowed Henry kiss him deeply. He wanted to allow Henry’s tongue to enter his mouth but he came to his mind, broke the kiss and left without saying anything. As soon as he closed the gate, he leaned towards it while tears run down his face. He did not hear Henry’s voice outside the gate but he also did not hear his car’s sound which only meant that he was still outside.

Henry was giving him a hard time and if he continued being persuasive, he would soon make him confess his love to him. All this was making him feel very nervous and scared.

He didn’t know how he would hide his feelings from Henry, now that he knew that he was George. He could hear sobs coming from outside the gate and knew that Henry was crying from everything he had told him. His heart was weeping from the inside and it was really hurting him.

Ivan rubbed tears from his face and began walking to the house slowly. He really wanted to tell Henry he still loved him but he still did not know his intentions and was afraid of getting hurt again so he courageously went into the house trying to forget about what had happened.

As he entered the house he stopped in the door way and watched as his son played with his nanny. This brought a smile to his face and he was able to forget that he was having a hard time forgetting Henry. The way his son was laughing while he played with his toys brought peace to him. He thanked God for finding his son because he wouldn’t have known how his life would have been if his son had never been in his life.

He entered the living room and continued playing with his son but it was not long before all the memories of Henry came back to him. He tried to forget them with happy thoughts but this time it was inevitable. Henry was just some one that he had to live the rest of his life loving.

The following day Ivan did not see Henry anywhere and he had a happy day at work. For the first time, Henry was not bothering him. Maybe what he had told him got to him for once. He went home happily and had a good time with his son.

On a day he was coming from having his first photo shoot in a magazine, he met Henry who was looking really messed up. He was looking like he had not had a good night sleep in the four days that he had not seen him. Ivan felt bad that he was the cause of what Henry had been through the past few days he had not seen him.

“I know you said I should leave you alone and I am going to grant your wish.” He said quietly. Ivan could feel the pain in his voice.

“But I can I see you for one last time?” he begged as he put his hands together. He was about to kneel before Ivan interrupted.

“Please don’t do that. It might ruin your reputation.” He replied.

“I will grant your wish too.” He said as he smiled.

“Come with me.” He begged.

Ivan nodded and Henry smiled at him. Ivan felt bad as he followed him but he was granting him his wish and would soon leave him alone. Ivan had two guards following and what surprised him was when Henry turned around and instructed them.

“I’ll take care of your boss. Go home in his car and porno izle I will bring him back in mine.” He literally begged them but they were all standing there looking at him.

“It’s okay. You can go home without me.” Ivan instructed.

He looked at Henry and he had a big smile on his face. Ivan realized just how much he had missed Henry. Henry held his hand and took him outside to his car. He opened the door for him and closed it when he had entered the car. Henry held his hand and he just smiled at him.

He started the car and they began moving from the photo shoot site. Ivan was feeling really nervous that this might be the last time he might spend with Henry but it was what he wanted and Henry was just fulfilling his wish. If he had it his way, he would have loved for Henry to be in his life but maybe this was for the best.

*****

Henry couldn’t believe that George had agreed to go with him even though he did not know where they were going. He had made all this after he had gone home crying after George told him to leave him alone. He found Jake in his room who had apologized for the way he behaved all this time with him. From that day, he had decided to grant George’s wish and leave him but he couldn’t just leave like that. He needed to spend some time alone with George.

He was taking him to a beach house a few miles away from town where he would get to talk to him before he left. He had some people clean it before he took him there. It was only going to be just him and George. Henry was driving fast because it was to be a comeback journey like he had promised.

What surprised him was the fact that George never asked questions even when they got out of town. He just stared outside the window and looked lost in thought. Henry never said anything but just kept on driving to his destination. All the way he never uttered a word and neither did George. Finally after an hour’s drive, they arrived at Henry’s beach house. It was really beautiful with flowers decorated on its white walls. It was looking really romantic like it was their honey moon and Henry just hoped that George did not mistake it.

After Henry had parked he wanted to go and open the door but George was already out. He might have changed his name but to him, he would always be George.

“Welcome to my beach house.” he said loudly.

“Thank you so much.” Ivan said as he looked around.

“This is a nice place.” He added.

“Yes it is… It’s just a place I bought a few years ago to remember you when I couldn’t find you.” Henry gushed.

“Henry… I…” Ivan stammered.

“It’s okay. I understand.” Henry replied.

They went inside the house and it was fully decorated. The living room was beautiful with white couches covered with flowers. The dining room was full with all kinds of fruits. Henry showed Ivan around and in no time they found themselves walking on the beach.

First they walked on the beach silently without saying anything as if they were strangers.

“I really love this beach.” Ivan said to him with a smile.

“Me too… It reminds of me of the first time I kissed you.” Henry replied smiling.

He was surprised that Ivan did not say anything but was just smiling as well.

“If it all started on a beach then it should also end on the beach.” Henry said as he chuckled.

They just stayed for a few minutes and went inside and had some fruits. Henry had planned on cooking for Ivan but he objected to it.

When they had finally sat in the living room, Henry just wanted to pour his heart out to him so that all the pain would go away.

“First I would like to apologize for what I did a few days ago… Believe me I did not plan it but I was desperate.” He said.

“When you left me five years ago, I … I had a hard time moving on up to now.” He whispered. “I couldn’t believe that you had really left me… I spent most of my time in sorrow wondering why I had driven you away… I regretted ever telling you all those things I told you but before I realized everything, it was too late… I am really happy for the kind of life that you have right now. You really deserve to be happy and I deserve punishment for whatever it is that I have been doing to you.”

Henry felt tears building up in his eyes and he could feel as a tear run down his face. He really did not care that he was crying in front of the man he loved or that he was a 31 year old man crying. All he wanted to do was get rid of this burden and finally leave Ivan in peace after he had forgiven him.

“The truth is that I was really mad when I found you that time.” He sobbed. “It is not easy to find love but I found it and I screwed up everything… I lost something that I will never be able to find on this earth and that is you… I want to clear all this misunderstandings between us.” He cried.

Henry knelt down on the floor holding Ivan’s hands as he drowned in his own sorrows.

“Henry, please… You don’t have to.” Ivan begged.

“No! I have to do this.” He said as more tears sex izle run down his face.

“I was such a jerk that I could not even trust you but right now I feel like the biggest fool on earth… after everything that I had done to you, I still came back into your life like nothing had ever happened.”

“Three days ago when you asked me to leave you alone, I had a lot of thinking to do. I could not even sleep well but in those three days I had decided to grant your wish and let you leave peacefully.” He cried. “I know this will give me peace too even if it will hurt me so much… I shouldn’t be asking you this but please forgive me.” He cried more as he held on to Ivan’s hands. “I beg you.”

Ivan held his face close to him and Henry could see that his eyes were teary too.

“I am so sorry for everything.” He cried.

“This is the only thing that I am asking of you.” Henry cried as he fell to the floor.

“This has been very painful for me too…” Ivan consoled him. “I could have probably acted the same way you did if I was in your shoes. And like you said, we both want to live peaceful lives… for this reason…” He sighed. “I forgive you for everything. I should have done this a long time ago.”

Those words brought more sorrow and tears to him.

“Thank you so much.” He said happily.

The good thing was that Ivan had forgiven him but the bad thing was that this would be the last time he would be with him because he had promised to leave him alone. It felt so good and so painful at the same time. If they had still been together, Henry would have kissed him but right now he had to know his boundaries.

Henry laid his head on Ivan’s lap as he cried even more. Ivan tried to console him but the tears kept on flowing. He was really going to miss Ivan and he did not even know if he would ever fall in love again. This was the only moment he would spend with him. He must have cried for at least 30 minutes before he stopped and got up.

“I am sorry for that. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He apologized.

“It’s okay.” Ivan responded smiling.

When Henry looked at the clock on the table it was already 4 pm and he knew his time with his love had expired.

“Excuse me for a minute.” Henry said as he went to wash his face.

He quickly washed his face and came back to the living room.

“Shall we go?” He asked. “It’s getting late and I am sure Noah is waiting for you.”

“Yes!” Ivan replied as he got up.

It was the last time he would get to see Ivan like this, Henry said goodbye to him in his heart. As soon as they had come out of the beach house, from nowhere there was a strong wind which began blowing. Ivan had his hands on Henry’s shoulder which brought tears to Henry and he rubbed it before Ivan noticed. They continued heading to the car and soon as they stepped on the ground, the rain began falling heavily from nowhere. The sky was dark and they ran to the car but it got worse. It was looking like it was going to be a storm and Henry knew better than to drive in a storm.

They were all dripping wet and Ivan was looking very worried.

“Looks like a storm. We have to go back inside for our safety.” Henry suggested.

“You are right. We cannot go home in this storm.” Ivan replied.

They ran back into the beach house and they were all dripping wet. Henry just hoped for the storm to soon clear but it was getting worse with every wish he made. Maybe it was because evening the heavens wanted them to be together. Henry could see that the cold was getting to Ivan.

“I have a few clothes upstairs. Come with so that you can dry yourself and change into something warm.” Henry said loudly hoping Ivan had heard him.

Ivan nodded and Henry led him upstairs to his room and gave him a towel and a few choices of clothes to change in. he took a towel himself and a set of clothes and left the room. Henry went to another room where he quickly dried off and changed his clothes. He went back to the room he had left Ivan but did not see him. A few moments later, he saw him coming from the bathroom. He stared from toe to head.

The jeans were a bit tight for him and they really showed his curved sexy waist which Henry realized was feminine. The shirt was also tight which showed his pointed big nipples which looked so inviting to Henry. And when he reached the face he thought he was dreaming. Ivan had untied his hair and was drying it. His face looked angelic with his long dark hair untied. He was looking so sexy than Henry remembered he had been. A lot had changed about him and all this was making him yearn for him. He thought everything was moving in slow motion. The way Ivan dried his hair, the way he moved as he came into the room, the way he smiled when he saw Henry. This was all turning him even more. Why was life doing this to him?

If Ivan had still been his lover, he would have grabbed him and kissed his brains out but he knew better than to mess with a guy like Ivan who had become so famous, so powerful and even richer than he was. If he was not mistaken, at 24 Ivan was currently the youngest and probably richest business man in the country. He had become so influential and famous that he was even the talk of every channel and social media in the country.

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Diary of a Cock Sucker Ch. 20

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Chapter 20.

In which our hero goes to school.

Back to the adult movie theater on a late Tuesday afternoon for some grazing and sport. I immediately go upstairs to the video booth area as it is late afternoon and I normally expect some homeward bound traffic. And sure enough there are several men milling about with the usual nonsense of closely studying the titles outside of the booth doors. I stroll down first one aisle and then the other before settling into one of the booths, leaving the door open wide. This ballet is a never ending source of both interest and entertainment as the social dynamics of applying for and receiving a free blowjob plays itself out, all without any verbal or written communication. And so the allusion to ballet is all too real.

On this occasion and to no surprise at all, my wait is not long. A business suit strolls slowly by my open booth and observes me leaning back against the wall. He hesitates and I can read his mind, do I or don’t I? I have come this far and all that is needed is the final step of walking into the room and closing the door behind me. I have thought about this all day, or perhaps a number of days. An anonymous blowjob with no strings, promises, or regrets. Just take it out and let him suck me off. Of course it is one thing to enjoy the fantasy of the face of the beautiful princess, her mouth servicing one’s erect cock, and quite another to walk into a room containing a real live person who is not the fantasy princess. And so his dilemma, do I or don’t I. It does happen that they walk away. But not this time. Suit enters my room and I swing the door closed behind him.

He is nervous and anxious, clearly not experienced at this. I really don’t care about experience one way or the other as long as he can get it up. And to that extent, I do not want to frighten the poor fellow into flight, or much worse, hopeless impotence. I kneel down, leaning back against the wall. He has his hands in front of his zipper and I can see the fright in his body language. His hands are actually shaking a bit. But my old fear of entrapment is still strong and I want the fellow to do it all by himself, take it out and offer it to me. I lean back and look up at him, saying not a word as it is clear that I am waiting for him. Eventually he pulls his zipper down and exposes his cock. He is not erect but then that is not a surprise. I lean forward so that his cock is right in front of my face. I brush my cheek softly against his cock. At the first touch of my skin on his organ, I hear an exhalation of pleasure from above. I am going to need to be very careful in the next few minutes or he will be spilling his juice before he has a chance to get hard.

I put my hands on his hips and push him back against the wall to steady him. I brush my face back and forth against his cock, slowly back and forth. I continue this caressing of his cock, a subtle caressing of the skin with my face, and I feel him begin to rise. As he does so, I tell him to relax and take his time, that there is no rush, and I continue the delicate teasing of his cock to erection. Eventually he is sticking out straight, perhaps not fully erect, but certainly a creditable performance. He is smallish but that hardly matters as he is erect and eager. I tell him that he is lovely, meaning of course his erect cock, perhaps a bit of a stretch, but he takes this as encouragement and swells a bit more. I place my lips on the head of his cock and begin my contribution to act 2. Still holding his hips, I press my lips over the head of his cock and take his organ in my mouth. Both of us give out a sighing gasp of pleasure, he at the incomparable pleasure of having his cock in my mouth with the immediate prospect of more pleasure to follow. And for me the cock suckers delight, supplicating on a hard cock, performing yet another edition of my balls draining public service.

I take his cock almost fully in my mouth and relax there, letting him repose for a few minutes. Fortunately he has remained erect and has not ejaculated so this is almost certainly going to work out. I can feel him shake just a bit, whether from nerves or pleasure, I cannot hazard a guess. I eventually begin by slowly sliding my lips off of his shaft. I take my mouth completely off and have another look at his cock. He is bobbing right in front of me, the shaft gleaming from the wet of my mouth. I take the head of his cock back in my mouth and squeeze gently, receiving an immediate gasp of pleasure. I release the pressure and just hold him there with the barest touch of my lips on the shaft. I feel him quivering in my mouth. I slide my lips down the shaft and again take him fully in my mouth. I slide my lips up and down on the base of his shaft, pressing harder on his organ, sucking on it. There are few nerves in this part of the cock so this is not going to bring him to climax any time soon. But he is sighing in pleasure, I think more from the mental image of having his cock sucked than the actual physical sensation.

I begin longer sucking motions, sliding my lips at a moderate pace xnxx from the base of his shaft to just below the head. I feel him getting harder in my mouth and so it is clear that this is going to come to a happy conclusion in just a few minutes. I decide to play with him for just a bit and I release all of the pressure on his shaft. I do this for just a moment and then squeeze him gently in my mouth. I repeat this several times, a brief squeeze on the entire organ and then completely release the pressure. Now each time I squeeze his cock in my mouth, I hear a heartfelt moan of pleasure. And when I release the pressure on the shaft, I receive a gratifying quiver of his organ. I remove my mouth from his cock and let him bob just in front of my face, the head occasionally brushing my lips. I look up at him and I ask him if he wants to cum. Of course this is a rhetorical question but I want to hear him talk. Well, I ask? He croaks out a gasping yes as an answer. I follow this up with another question, ‘do you want to cum in my mouth?’ I lick the underside of the head of his cock once, and then another time while he ponders this dilemma. Say it, I tell him, ‘do you want to me to suck on your cock and let you cum in my mouth’. I lick the underside of the head of his cock again, and two more times.

Finally a gasping, ‘oh god suck me please’ from him. I take his cock in my mouth and begin energetically sucking on the shaft, sliding my lips up and down just below the head, pressing hard. I feel him immediately stiffen rock hard and give out a great inhalation. I feel his entire body stiffen, a great moaning gasp from him, and his semen spews out of his cock into my mouth. I press my lips firmly on the shaft of his cock and slide slowly up and down. His climax slowly diminishes, his semen flowing into my mouth, a faint nutty taste. I cradle his reposing cock in my tongue, pressing and drawing my lips on his cock shaft. A long succession of gasping ‘ohs’ follow from him. Eventually his cock softens in my mouth and I withdraw. I lean back against the wall and stand. He is still gasping for breath and as I swallow his semen, I reflect again how spectacular anonymous male sex can be. I very much doubt that my companion would appreciate the profound philosophical issues associated with him giving up his life essence to me and my swallowing his semen. But it is enough that I appreciate the act and the symbolism. I leave the room.

I stroll down the hall. I have a date with a woman tonight so this is recreation. That is, I have no plans to visit the movie theater as I am marshaling my resources for my date. But as I walk down the hallway I see ahead of me a boy standing by a booth. Boy in the context of a young man sporting the sweatshirt of a local high school. I look down and see that the enthusiasm of youth is upon him as his clearly visible erection is tenting his jeans. I slow my pace and come to a halt at the booth where he is standing, studying the film offerings. I stand next to him for a moment until he looks up. I give him a hard look and walk into the booth, leaving the door open. He hesitates for a moment, looking at me, and then enters the room. I close the door. I speculate how old he is, certainly not more than eighteen and perhaps younger. He has the slim build of a high school athlete and the facial complexion to match. We stand facing each other for a long moment. He is intoxicatingly beautiful.

I put a hand on the wall above his shoulder and lean toward him. I can hear his breathing, excited by the exotic eroticism of being here with me. I take my other hand and press it against the front of his jeans, his organ pressed against his belly, his erection clearly in evidence. He gives me a sharp intake of breath at my touch. I continue to press and bring my lips close to his ear. Is this what you came here for I whisper? While he thinks it over, I slide my hand slowly up and down over his erection, the feel of him through his jeans is voluptuously exciting for me, and I daresay for him as well. I squeeze his cock through his jeans and feel him shake from the pleasure of my touch.

I lean back and reach down for his jeans, unfastening him. I kneel down and slide his jeans down off of his hips, finding him naked underneath. I flip his sneakers off and remove his slacks. And then I look up and his glorious erection is in front of me. The magnetic power of the youthful sex is mesmerizing, standing tall, and throbbing in front of me. I emit an audible gasp as I gaze at his magnificent organ. I stand and lift his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it with his jeans on the bench seat. And then he is completely naked in front of me, his skin glowing in the dim light, his slim body rippled with the strength and power of youth, the muscles standing out well defined on his legs and belly. I reach out and put my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat on my hand, pounding. I slide my hand slowly down his chest, caressing the skin with my fingertips. I watch my hand descend his torso, my fingers playing over the skin of his belly, his cock jutting out and throbbing. The eroticism brazzers of his nudity makes it almost difficult for me to breath.

I am rock hard and I cannot recall a time when I have been more aroused. In a flight of erotic imagination, I quickly strip out of my clothes. And we are standing, facing each other, both naked, both rock hard and throbbing. I press against him, feeling his cock strain against my belly and mine pressing against his. I slide my arms around him and grip his ass cheeks in my hands. I moan in arousal as I press him against me, squeezing his ass cheeks in my hands, his flesh firm in my fingers. I continue to grip his ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing the flesh, his hard cock pressed against my belly. I withdraw slightly and slide my own erection under his balls and between his legs. I then I press hard against him again. His glorious hard cock between us, pressed between our bellies. I am enthralled at the physical sensation of this. I find all of this both confusing and thrilling at the same time. Normally I would be interested only in kneeling and engulfing the offered hard cock. And to be sure, his cock is the very definition of rock hard. I feel it throbbing against me. But I find that I cannot get enough of his flesh, his entire body the object of my desire.

I rub my belly against his, rolling and grinding against him, his cock sandwiched between us. I have his ass cheeks in my hands, squeezing and gripping him close to me, massaging his cock with my belly. His skin has the baby texture of youth and yet the muscles under the skin are firm and strong. I can smell his skin, tantalizing in its freshness. I thrust my belly against his, his erection pressing into my skin. I push back and look down, both of our cocks hard and jutting out. I reach my hand down and grip them, pressing the two cocks together. The touch of his cock against my own is electrifying and I moan in pleasure. I hold the two cocks together in my hand and thrust my hips, the cocks rubbing together. I reach my other hand down and wrap both around the two cocks. My cock is on top of his, the feel of his cock on the sweet spot of mine so enthralling that I have to take care not to climax. I put his cock on top of mine and thrust my hips, rubbing my cock on the bottom of his. I take a glance at the boy and find that he finds the vision equally enthralling as he is staring down at the two cocks.

The boy begins thrusting his hips in rhythm with my own, our cocks rubbing together. The sensation is electrifying for me and it seems from his reaction for him also. I grip his ass cheek with one of my hands to hold him steady and begin rubbing the head of my cock on the bottom of his shaft. So hard is he that I can rub the head of my cock up and down on the sweet spot of his full organ. We are both leaking and the lubricant from our cocks makes the friction against his skin feel heavenly. I am grunting from the effort, our cocks stabbing and thrusting against each other. I feel him shaking against my hand. I want for all the world to descend to my knees and engulf his cock but the scene in front of me is so enthralling that I cannot move. I convince myself that I will descend in a moment, just a moment more to gaze upon his exquisitely beautiful body and the breathtaking cock rubbing against my own. I cannot take my eyes off of his cock so mesmerizing is the sight. My hand is gripping his ass cheek and I feel his shaking becoming more violent. I know I should descend now before it is too late.

I see a small white pearl emerge at the tip of his cock and then immediately following his cock gives a strong jerk and spews a blast of semen. So strong is the pulse that it jets upward and splashes against my chest and then ricochets up to splash on my face. I immediately wrap my hand around his shaft when he jerks strongly again and a second blast of semen jets out of his cock and splashes against my belly. The sight of his ejaculating cock is breathtaking. I hold the organ in my hand as the cock emits a third blast of semen, and then a smaller fourth and fifth. And then he is finished. I continue to hold the organ in my hand, squeezing and slowly pumping on it, letting him finish. I slide my other hand under his balls and slowly and gently squeeze them as I continue to squeeze and pump on his cock. I reflect that I could do this forever, gazing at this beautiful body and holding his cock and his balls in my hands. We go on and on like this, his cock remaining full, losing only a bit of rigidity. I look up at him and find him staring down at his cock and my handwork, apparently in no hurry at all to end this.

I look up and down at his beautiful body, the bloom of youth upon him. I wonder again how old he is, how long it has been since he climaxed. I speculate on whether he can do it again as he remains full. When I was eighteen, if he is that old, I could do it five times a day and still want more. I begin caressing his organ, stroking up and down the underside of the shaft with my fingertips. I caress his shaft with the backs of my fingers, over the top, the sides, and the underside sikiş izle of his full cock. He possesses and exquisite cock, long and full, and perfectly straight. The organ gleams in the dim light. His cock shaft is like a beacon, beckoning to me, come closer, worship my majesty. I press on the organ with my fingertips and slowly roll it side to side, pump slowly up and down on it. He recovers some of his rigidity and I speculate that round two with this lovely specimen is in my immediate future.

I sink to my knees in front of him. His rigid cock is right in front of me. There is semen on the shaft from his ejaculation. In fact there is semen everywhere and the room is filled with the smell of him. I caress his shaft with my fingers. I am naked myself and as I gaze upon and fondle his magnificent organ, my own erection returns in full force and urgency. I reach a hand down and wrap it around my cock, squeezing it and pumping on it. I take my hand off of his cock and slide it over his body, slowly up and down his leg, the muscles rippling his slender limb. I slide my hand up over his belly, teasing the skin with my fingertips. His belly is rock hard under the touch of my fingers. And all the while I gaze upon his cock, just in front of me, jutting out from his belly, throbbing. His cock is breathtaking in its youthful energy. The cock forcefully beckons to me. I cannot resist a moment longer.

I lean forward, intending to tease the head of his cock with my lips. But the instant that I feel the skin of his cock on my lips, I am swept up in an overpowering need and I engulf the entire organ. I feel the head of his cock press against my throat and I squeeze the shaft in my mouth. I release my own cock from my hand in the nick of time. So swept up in this was I that I very nearly climaxed myself. I am clenching furiously between my legs. But I have him in my mouth. I moan loudly as I hold his cock in my mouth, squeezing on it, milking it with my mouth. I taste his semen on the skin of his cock, the remains of his recent ejaculation. I moan with passion, knowing that my supplication will bring him to spew his climax into my mouth. In time. But before then, I can enjoy this magnificent cock at my leisure. I slowly slide my lips off of his cock, teasing the bottom of the shaft with my tongue. I withdraw completely off of the cock and gaze upon it, gleaming in front of me from the wetness of my mouth, throbbing in front of me. I look up at him and find him looking down, watching me. I slide my lips slowly over the head of his cock, pressing on the skin. I feel him stiffen in pleasure. I hold the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it, lapping with my tongue.

I grip his ass cheek with one hand, the other wrapped around my own raging erection. I pump on my cock while I squeeze his ass cheek with my hand. The muscles of his slim ass are hard to my touch. I slid my lips up and down on his cock, reveling in the hardness of his shaft. Slowly up and down with my lips on the shaft. I reflect that I could do this all day, kneeling in front of this boy with his slim strong body, and this expression of young manhood jutting out, to be supplicated upon, by me, on my knees in front of him, sucking on his cock, swallowing his manhood, consuming his youth. I am pumping up and down on my own cock shaft while I have him in my mouth. I can feel my own climax, just off to the side, to be summoned at a moment’s notice. And I know fully when that moment will arrive. I slide my lips down the length of his organ; feel the head press on the opening to my throat. I hold him there for a moment, just at the entrance to my throat, throbbing in my mouth. I take a deep breath, and I push, forcing the head of his cock into my throat. I hear him above me taking in a great inhalation as the sensation of this reaches his brain. I press my face against his belly. I squeeze on his ass cheek and draw him forward. Such is my passion that I want to swallow him whole. I hold him there for a long moment, imbedded in my throat, pumping on my cock shaft between my legs.

I moan loudly in ecstasy as we remain joined, my mouth full of his magnificent cock, kneeling in front of him, supplicating on his organ. I draw off, taking in a great breath of air. And then immediately slam my face back against his belly, his cock sliding back into my throat. I feel him clenching in my throat, and I hear him above me, moaning in pleasure. I feel his hand on my head. I pump on my cock, my climax rapidly approaching. I slide back off of his cock and begin furiously sucking on his shaft. I press my lips on the organ, just below the head, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock. I suck, enthusiastically, up and down on the shaft. The room fills with the sounds of my noisy wet cock sucking. I feel him stiffen in my mouth and know that his climax is just a few seconds away. I grip his ass cheek and encourage him to thrust his hips. He puts both his hands on my head and begins thrusting energetically, fucking his cock into my mouth. I pump on my cock between my legs. I hear him groan loudly above me, his hips thrusting frantically, mindlessly, in desperation to pump out his agonizing load of semen. And I offer the repository of my mouth, kneeling there in front of him with my lips pressed on his shaft, waiting for his glorious gift.

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Did It For The Team Ch. 05

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At the next day’s evening practice, the last one before the state meet, Coach Holmes walked along the pool deck and over to my lane. He had a stopwatch around his neck, which was nicely buoyed by his hard chest. Once again he was clad in another speedo, this time electric blue, with a bit of a sheen on it. It neatly encased his perfectly shaped ass and accentuated his generous bulge. He called me over to the side of the pool. I took in the breathtaking view as I looked up at this perfect specimen of masculinity for a few seconds. Coach Holmes snapped me back into reality.

“I want to work with you on perfecting your starts and anticipating the gun. I think you could shave a few tenths off your time with a more powerful start. Hop out of the water and get on the blocks.”

As I mounted the blocks, the coach noticed I didn’t have on my usual suit but rather a red one with one inch sides. I was inspired by the red one he had been sporting last week, plus this one really allowed me better leg movement. After checking myself out in the mirror that morning, I concluded that the higher cut suit looked pretty damn good on me.

“Where’s your lucky practice suit?”

“In the wash.”

Of course it was in the wash, it was covered in jizz from yesterday’s jizz buffet. If he only knew how it got soiled.

Well, that’s a great color for you, Mike. Unfortunately, for the meet we all have to wear the same suits, so you’ll have to stop by the office and pick up one of the orange and black ones.”

“Well, I liked your red one so I thought I would follow suit, literally.” I laughed. I couldn’t believe I had thrown that comment in, but I felt confident and stated it very matter of factly. “But I can swing by this afternoon and pick up one.”

“Fine, I have a few clinics to teach so stop by after 10:30 as I’ll be in my office making the roster for the meet tomorrow. Would you mind coming then?”

“Sure coach, of course, I’ll stop by after dinner.” My eyes began to drink in the sight of the coach, and I was dying to tell him that blue was a great color for him, but I merely hopped on the blocks.

“Lean forward and hold the blocks.”

I did, but apparently not well enough.

“Put back with your hips, and grab the bottom of the block.”

I did, but it still wasn’t right to him.

“Hang on,” he said. He pulled a stool behind the blocks, stood behind me, and pulled my hips back. I felt his bulge brush momentarily against my ass. It was getting a little hard.

“When I blow my whistle, I want you to push forward and then grab off the blocks with all you have to propel yourself forward.”

He blew his whistle and I flew off the blocks. With an added push from him, I hit the water further than usual and advanced a good 5 meters underwater. I came up and he smiled his approval.

“This is much better, see? When keep your upper body lower, and your hips raised and legs staggered, you get much better propulsion. I need you to do that in the meet tomorrow. Practice that a few times and then do your warm down. After a quick but obvious scan of my nearly naked body, he added, “And don’t forget to stop by my office later on.” He flashed his winning smile before he walked away to give a few of the other swimmers some last-minute pointers also. I finished my workout, showered without incident and grabbed a bite to eat in the Student Center.

At 10:30, I returned to the pool, which was now cast in darkness, except for the underwater lights which created a peaceful calm glow in the arena. I went through to the locker room and saw Coach Holmes at his desk. He had a pair of glasses on as he worked busily filling out paperwork. It gave him an intellectual look which enhanced his rugged handsomeness.

“Hello Mike, glad you stopped by. I was just putting the final touches on the team roster for tomorrow. I placed you and Kent as our two swimmers in the three breast stroke races. You have earned that

spot with your times and dedication. I’m impressed with what you’ve shown so far in the pool, Mike. Depending on how you guys do, I’ll decide which one of you two swims breast stroke in the Medley Relay.”

I was surprised and flattered. “Wow, that’s great. I’m really thankful for the opportunity and will not disappoint you.”

He smiled. “I know that Mike, I’m fully confident in your abilities. I know you would never let me down.” His smile grew bigger. “Now let’s get you suited up for tomorrow.” He took out a large box of suits, all with tags with different sizes.

He looked at me up and down as he rummaged through the box. He fished out a size 32 suit, and tossed it to me.

“You look like size 32 to me. I can pick a guy’s size every time. Go try this one on in the locker room and let’s check the fit. These suits sometimes run a little big, and we don’t want sliding down to your ankles when you dive into the pool.”

As I grabbed the suit and put down my backpack, I winced a little.

“Whoa, what’s that wince all about? You pull a hamstring? That’s not good.”

“No, my lower back hurts a little. Must be porno izle from all that kicking from the hips.”

“You didn’t stretch enough. That’s a problem. I can’t afford to have an injured swimmer in this meet. Pop the suit on, we’ll resolve that first, and if we need to give you some quick PT now, we’ll do it here on the training table.”

“Okay coach, you got it.” I left the office and went to try on the suit.

I tried the suit in front of the mirror, and it fit like a glove. The orange band that went around the top all the way to the back provided a nice contrast. The built in line down the back center framed my ass perfectly. Size 32 was definitely the right size. The coach was a good judge of his athlete’s sizes. I walked back to his office where I noticed he was waiting at his desk for me.

“Nice, Mike. Front looks good, turn around and let’s see the back.”

I turned. It seemed a little odd that he was taking such an interest in my speedo, but I welcomed any attention this swim god wanted to bestow upon me.

“Looks like we got a perfect fit. Hop on there.” He pointed to the training table in the back part of his office.

He laid a towel on the table. I got on the towel he had laid out and stretched my body out on it. I watched with curious interest as the coach pulled out a machine with multiple wires and pads.

“This is an electrical muscle stim machine.” It will bring circulation to the affected area. I’m gonna put four pads on your lower back.”

He placed two on my lower back and then lifted up my suit and placed two more lower on the sides of glutes. He placed another towel over my ass, and lowered the suit a little. The coach had now clearly seen my ass. He turned on the electric current and placed a warm towel over my back and hips. It felt amazing- a steady current which relaxed my entire body. I felt myself drifting off a little. The coach walked over and began rubbing my shoulders as well. His strong hands kneaded at the knots in my upper traps and neck muscles.

“Let’s get these a little loose also.” The coach was now beside my head with his sweatpants clearly showing a definite tenting underneath, or was I seeing things? The relaxing massage, the heat, and the coach’s strong masculine hands had me drifting in and out of consciousness over the next fifteen minutes.

The coached turned off the machine and moved the towel to remove the pads off my back and hips. He also began kneading that area with his hands. “How does that feel, Mike, any better?”

“Mmm hmmm, much better,” I groaned in a sleepy and labored voice.

“Great, glad it’s working. Let’s get these glutes loosened up as they feel a little tight.” As he said that he pulled my speedo completely down under my cheeks. He applied some lotion to his hands and began kneading the glutes, the lower back and sides of the hips. My ass was completely exposed and the Coach was handling it like he was making a pizza. Every so often he would brush the side of his hand into my crack and swoop downward. It was an unfamiliar feeling and I wondered why the coach was massaging there. But he would quickly move to another side of my hips and back. It felt so good that I struggled to just stay awake but my raging hard on below me reminded me that something was awakening in me as the Coach touched me. I just sighed in relaxation as the tension and exhaustion of the day’s practice melted away.

The Coach moved up to my shoulders and leaned over to my ear and whispered in his sexy and mesmerizing voice. “Mike, I’m going to remove your suit to work a little more on your legs. You’re doing a great job of relaxing.”

I instinctively lifted my hips for him and within seconds my suit was on the floor beside the table. The coach moved to my inner thighs, hamstrings and within five minutes, they felt as loose as ever. His touch was strong, yet sensual, yet so relaxing. If it’s possible to fully relax with a now throbbing boner. His voice was almost hushed to a whisper. It was very calming to see this quiet side of the coach. I felt at ease, even with hands all over my bare ass.

“Open these a little,” he said as he pushed my legs slightly more open with his hands. I wondered what he could possibly massage down there . I didn’t have to wait long to find out.

I felt moist kisses on my lower back and legs. The coach moved his mouth over all those parts and then began kissing my glutes. He kissed each cheek and then then placed his tongue on my crack and licked downward. He spread my cheeks apart and suddenly passed his tongue over my puckered up asshole.

I caught my breath and gasped at this sudden change of events. I stirred a little and tried to get up, but the coach held my lower back down to the table and just licked harder and circled my hole with his tongue. I tried to close my legs to this invasion, but the coach quickly and strongly held them open and continued his intensified assault on my starfish. I tried to get the energy to get up as I felt this was not right, but I found myself disabled from the exquisite feeling of Coach Holmes’ porno tongue teasing my hole. I moaned as the stubble of his goatee rubbed the inside of my cheeks. He moved both hands to open up access even more and effortlessly penetrated me with his talented tonguing. I grabbed the sides of the table as he darted his tongue in and out of my hole. All I could do was moan. I relented to his oral assault of my ass and resigned myself to letting him work my hole as long as he wanted. How did a tight lower back get me to the point of being buck naked in my coach’s office with his tongue plugged up my ass?

The coach began to moan himself as he hungrily devoured my ass. His goatee and moustache delivered a tantalizing friction down there. I had heard the term “rim job” and always laughed at it as some perverted sexual deviation. Whatever it was, the coach was an expert at it, and I was being reduced to a blubbering and moaning fool as he entered me over and over again with his strong and stabbing tongue. The coach pulled away for a few seconds and then I felt a wet finger against my well relaxed hole. His lubed up finger slipped right in and moved around me easily. It felt damn good! It was soon followed by a second finger. My tight ass was stretched as he moved both fingers in and out of me.

“I’m going to give you a prostate massage, Mike. It will help you relax. It will definitely help you tomorrow. You will enjoy this, I promise. Just stay nice and relaxed as you are now. “You’re doing great, Mike.”

I really didn’t know what a prostate was, but I could barely mumble out a response as my mind was reduced to mush by these fingers tapping what seemed like electrical receptors in my ass. He wiggled his fingers in there for a little bit, and then pulled out and lubed it up more with some lotion. When the coach’s finger hit the bulls eye of my magic button the second time, I nearly blacked out from the sensations. I had never felt anything…nothing at all…like this before. My entire body was now rigid and vibrating like I was holding bare electrical cords in each hand. My cock bounced and dribbled all on its own. My balls tingled as if I had applied a light layer of athletic balm to them. When he began using his fingers to stimulate my hot spot even more, I starting yelling, “Oh fuck, don’t stop, please!!”

The coach merely smiled and continued the pressure of his finger in my ass but then placed his hand under my stomach and pushed me upwards so I was on all fours. As he expertly played with my ass, he reached under me and touched my hard dick.

“Holy shit, I knew you were packing Mike, but this is huge.”

“Not as big as you, Coach,” I managed to get out. I suddenly realized that I was now divulging that I had seen his monster cock being serviced by Kent. I hope he didn’t catch on it to it. His large hand moved up and down my rigid tool with expert precision. He teased me for a little while like this which had me struggling to stay on the table, and then removed his hand from my cock and brought it back towards my ass to join his hand which now had three fingers buried in it. I felt so stretched out but the Coach alternated between two and three fingers, so I enjoyed the different sensations. I groaned as these new sensations felt so good. This continued for about a minute more when I began to feel a different sensation.

As the coach tapped his fingers on my prostate again and I felt my dick began to throb. It was dark red and harder than stone. It bounced and dribbled on its own without even being touched. In a panic, I realized that I was about to cum from nothing other than his finger stimulating my ass. I grunted that I was going to cum and the Coach pushed even harder. I gritted and moaned through my clenched teeth as I had the most earth shattering orgasm – different from anything I had ever experienced. I shot all over the towel and part of the table. I may have even glazed some other items in his office. When I finished, I collapsed on the table, exhausted. I felt like I had run a marathon. The coach withdrew his fingers and I winced as they slowly slid out my tight quivering hole. He had the most satisfied look on his face and said, “Now, that’s how you milk a stud.”

When my breathing returned to normal, the coach removed the towel from beneath me, wiped me down with a wet towel and placed me back on the table. He covered me with a sheet, and said,

“You just relax a little bit and recharge your battery, stud . Close your eyes and rest. He began stroking my hair, and within a minute or so, I fell asleep right there on the table.

* * * * *

On the bus ride to the meet the next day, my thoughts swirled about this incredible encounter with the coach. I felt very relaxed but at the same time, wished it had gone further. I also felt that I wanted to show my appreciation to the coach for that incredible massage the night before. When we arrived at the meet, a few hours away, we headed right to the arena to begin the competition. The meet included four colleges from the surrounding counties and would serve as a qualifier for the rokettube state championships.

Coach was all business during the day, motivating and directing the team members during all of their races. He came over to me and asked if I was loosened up for the race, with a bit of a smirk on his face. I told him yes but I was worried that I might tighten up later. I made it a point to glance down at his crotch as I said this.

“I want you to remember everything we practiced. Strong starts and strong finish. I’m counting on you to produce for us, Mike.” He gave me one of those teammate slaps on the ass, which caught me by surprise given the serious manner he acted around the team.

I was so motivated to deliver to the coach and wanted to please him so much that I swam personal bests in my events and qualified for two finals. I even finished a few places ahead of Kent in both races, something I had never envisioned happening. The races would be swum the next day, so we were afforded a mere half day rest.

Back at the hotel we turned in early after dinner. Dave, my roommate, was equally successful, and was on the bed watching TV as I took a shower. As the water spilled over my body, I fantasized about the many hot bulges I had seen at the meet today: great colored speedos with toned bodies and full packages. As I dried off, I heard some rustling and movement in the room and figured Dave was unpacking. As I exited the bathroom, I discovered that Dave was not unpacking at all.

I did a double take as I witnessed Dave bouncing up and down on the bed, impaled on Jason’s dick. Dave’s eyes were closed and he bit his lower lip as he rode Jason’s bone like he was in a rodeo. Jason was lying back on the bed with his eyes also closed. He had his hands around Dave’s ribs and used his hands to move Dave up and down on his huge pole. Dave’s engorged cock was flopping up and down and sideways as he was directed up and down Jason’s pole. Jason had not been kidding when he told me he had been fucking Dave. And from what I was seeing, Dave was both a willing and avid participant. Dave rode down all the way on Jason’s cock and took it all the way to the base. He then raised himself up to only slide right back down the massive length yet again. Up and down. Over and over. It was a brisk pace supported by Jason’s strong arms. Jason’s biceps flexed as he moved Dave up and down on his huge dick. I had already had Jason’s dick down my throat; I knew it was big and could not fathom how anyone could take that entire thing up their ass. Yet Dave appeared to have mastered the girth and length easily, as his ass seemed to go directly down to Jason’s pubes on each downward stroke, even wiggling it at the end to make sure he got every last inch inside him. Dave continued this amazing ride and tossed his head back as he completely submitted to Jason.

My towel had a huge protrusion in the front as I watched this hot scene. Suddenly Dave’s eyes caught me spying and his face showed a sudden surge of panic. He tried to get off the huge tube plugged up his ass, but Jason would have none of that. He sat up and pushed Dave forward, all the while keeping his huge dick in Dave’s ass. Dave was now on all fours with Jason kneeling behind him. He ran his hands on Dave’s back and put face down on the bed with his ass up in the air. He continued this intercourse with long sensual strokes. Jason rotated and grinded his hips as each new angle brought a groan from poor Dave.

Jason called me over and said, “What are you staring at? Dave’s mouth is empty; perhaps you can help him out.” Not needing to be prodded, I walked over to the edge of the bed where Dave’s face was. He pulled on the towel as it released my throbbing boner and let the towel fall to the ground. I glossed his lips with my cock just as had been done to me in the past and then pushed into his mouth. Dave positioned his tongue underneath my head and began to tickle the underside with each downstroke. This guy was an oral wizard. I pulled Dave forward and got my balls against his chin. He moaned in contentment as I got deep into this throat.

Jason resumed his reaming of Dave’s ass and established a tempo where I didn’t even need to thrust forward. Each thrust from Jason put Dave deep onto my dick. He then pulled Dave back where his mouth released except for the head, only to be pounded back down to the base. It was a hot watching Dave being used completely by us. He seemed very determined to make me cum and really started concentrating on my cock with his tightening mouth. He reached up and started gently squeezing my nipples. That sent me over the edge. Dave held the sides of my hips and got ready for the geyser he was about to receive. I groaned as I shot my first spurt. Dave blinked hard, caught a little unaware by the size and strength of that first shot. He recovered and gobbled up the other shots like a vacuum. After holding me for a few seconds, Dave let my cock plop out of his mouth and sighed, “Nectar of the gods.” He then let his head drop signaling to Jason that he was ready to again completely submit to him. It was quite a visual: Dave was face down, ass in the air, his back muscles all protruding as he tried to maintain his balance on the bed. He was in the process of digesting a load and was now about to get another load injected into him.

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The Start of It All Pt. 01

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I suppose the story should start at the beginning, as all good telling does.

My Father passed away when I was a teenager and sadly it meant I had to leave the private school I boarded at. My Mother and I had been completely unaware of the financial problems besetting him and, on reflection, had lived something of a charmed life.

This ended in the late spring of the year he dies and by the end of the following term I knew things were bad for my Mother financially. So, to make things easy I deliberately failed the yearly exams and it was quickly suggested that due to my loss I may be better looking to continue my final year locally (as my private school really didn’t want my failure in their exam results of truth be told).

The one thing left behind my Father was the small holding we had out in the country. Everything else was gone and this was it, no more rich expensive hotels, eating out and travelling club class.

I was young and fit so it was easy enough for me to work the land, there wasn’t much, but enough to generate a small income for us and plenty of food could be grown and chickens kept, you get the picture I’m sure. The weeks turned into months and before we knew it, Winter was coming. I spent my days loading up the wood shed, making sure I got everything I could from the few acres we had and worried about how things would be. My Mother had a Sister, Monica (my Auntie obviously) üvey kız kardeş porno who would visit from time to time. Never married she was kind to us and provided my Mother with much support where I was unable. I liked her and had called her Mon since I was a young boy.

During this time, I had a secret, something that worried me but that I could not avoid. It had started, and been quickly suppressed by me, before Father had gone. One sunny morning, while the two of them were out, I had been putting my stuff in the wash basket for our cleaning lady to wash. As I opened the wicker lid I had seen a pair of Mum’s panties, upturned and slightly stained. As if an unseen force was guiding me, I found myself lifting them from the basket. The headiness I felt when I sniffed them was overwhelming and my cock had grown thick and hard within seconds. With a trembling hand I had brought them close to my face, inhaling the wonderful scent and feeling a aroused as I ever could be. I had returned to my room and masturbated myself. all the while thinking about pressing my face to those stained panties, only to feel degraded and humbled that I should have found such pleasure in my own Mother’s underwear.

During that fateful summer, as I worked each day, the thoughts returned. It was as if my Father’s passing had released the pressure valve. I needed repeat the experience and xnxx porno repeat it I did. As I was always up first, I would take my clothes from the day before to the laundry basket and search, yes search, for those hidden treasures that were Mother’s panties. The day I found them slightly soiled down the back of them I almost came in my pants such was the arousal I felt.

I quickly moved from sniffing to licking, tasting her on them and becoming more and more fixated on finding them every morning. It was ritualistic for me, and I lost myself in my routine and ritual. I rubbed my face against them, wrapped them around my hard cock as I masturbated and found I would have explosive orgasms which would create problems in themselves I would cum so much. Many was the time, I found myself wiping the flagstone floor as I had shot with such ferocity I had ejaculated some feet away.

The days went by and I would find it unbearable if there were none there, scrabbling around like a demented young man and spending the day in moody melancholy, only to find to my delight they would be there in the evening where I would surreptitiously push them in my trousers, go to the bathroom and gorge my desires as I stroked myself.

Sundays were my favourite day, Mum seemed to always have deliciously scented and (by this time) tasting worn panties for me to indulge myself and indulge myself I did. Sometimes zenci porno the thought of what I was doing would haunt me but I couldn’t stop, the need and the drive was overwhelming, so on those quiet mornings while she was out at Church, with friends or wherever I had ceased to care, I would, with shaking and trembling hands pick those panties out, savouring that first moment of inhaling, then licking and tasting.

And so, time went by, things were calm until one fateful Sunday morning.

Mum had left some 15 minutes earlier, shouting to me she would be back later. She shouted something else, but I didn’t hear as already my mind turned to my morning delight. Watching the clock for the obligatory 15 minutes to go by, I then padded down to the utility room and took the cover off the basket. There they were, as if waiting for my attention, a faint mark from between Mum’s wonderful cheeks (yes I was thinking like this by now, how wonderful they were) a slight dampness which told me Mum had slept in them before showing and changing earlier. I picked them up, once again, savouring that sweet scent, my cock already hard in my other hand as I stroked and licked.

“You are a disgusting young man.”

The words hit like a bolt. My breath was short as I turned to see Aunt Mon standing there, fierce now, stern and the epitome of self-righteousness. I was mortified, rooted to the spot.

“Get out of here!”

I scurried past her. Me, a young strapping man, caught in his disgraceful act and leapt up the stairs to my room.

The next few hours were unbearable. I heard her leave and then silence. I watched the clock turn waiting for Mum to return, knowing Mon would have told her….

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