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Selam ben Konya`dan Harun.. Bu anlattıklarım tamamen gerçektir.Bu olayı 2 sene önce yaşadım. Birgün dersten çıktım dolmuşda eve gidiyordum, aynı bölümde fakat bir üst sınıfta okuyan arkadasımla karsılastım ve yanında isminin Nuran oludğunu öğrendiğim başka bir arkadaşı vardı. kızı okulda sık sık görüyordum fakat tanısma fırsatım olmamıştı. Konu derslerden açıldı ve fizik dersinden kaç aldığımı sordular bende 100 aldığımı söyledim. Aynı dersi ikiside alttan görüyorlardı. İkiside zayıf almıştı.Bana bize ders çalıştırmısın dediler bende seve seve kabul ettim.Telefonumu verdim ve Cumartesi öğleden sonra aramalarını söyledim. Cumartesi günü öğleden sonra aradım fakat arayan olmamıstı.Ertesi gün evde otururken evin telefonu çaldı; karşımdaki Nuran`dı ders çalısalım dedi. Bende geç oldu daha sonra çalışalım dedi fakat bugün çalışmamız gerekir dedi. Kabul ettim ve bir gaziantep masaj salonları arkadaşın evine gittik. Arkadaşım baska kızların yanına gittiği için yalnız kalmıstık. Ders çalışmaya başladık hava çok sıcak dedi ve üstünü değiştirdi geldi. Kısa ve bol bir şort ve askılı bir tişort giydi.. Ders çalışırken sürekli kocaman gögüslerine ve bembeyaz bacaklarına bakmaktan kendimi alamıyordum. Saat 3 gibi ders çalışmayı bitirdik ve oturduk. Nuran kanepeye uzandı ve bacaklarını benim bacaklarımın üstüne attı. Sanki gel beni sik diyordu. İlk başta cesaret edemedim.. Aradan yarım saat geçti ve uyuduğunu farkettim. Elimi sortun arasından amına doğru attım amı ıslanmıştı. Biraz oynadım uyandı ve elimi çekmemi söyledi. Fakat ben duracak gibi değildim. aradan 10 dakika geçti ve tekrar elimi amına attım yine çekmemi söyledi.. gaziantep travesti Üstüne abandım ve dudaklarını öpmeye başladım oda karşılık verdi. Daha sonra gögüslerini emmeye somurmaya başladım… Üstündeki tişörtü ve sütyenini çıkartarak karpuzları serbest bıraktım ve emmeye devam ettim. Zevk çığlıkları atmaya başlamıştı yavaş yavaş aşağıya indim ve şortunu çıkartacaktımki elini attı ve hayır dedi. Azmısım artık geri dönüs yoktu. O yukarı ben aşağı zorla şortunu ve külotunu çıkarttım, amı karşımda duruyordu.. Hemen yalamaya başladım bosalmış amı ıpıslak olmuştu. 69 pozisyonuna geçtim ve sikimi ağzına verdim. acemiydi ama yinede fena değildi. Onun amı iyice kabarmış benim sikimde ağzında tam kıvamına gelmişti. bacaklarını kaldırdım ve girecektim yalvardı nolursun yapma bakireyim dedi. Tamam dedim bacaklarını iyice kaldırarak rus escort sikimi götüne hedefledim ilk deneme başarısızdı. Sikimi ve onun götünü tükmükledim kayganlaşmasını sağladım ve birkez daha denedim, başarmıştım. götü dapdardı daha önce hiç sikilmemişti ve çığlık attı.. Girip çıkmaya başladım önce acıdan daha sonrada zevkten bağırmaya baaşlamıştı. 10 dk. gidip geldikten sonra götüne boşaldım. sikimi ağzına verdim ve tekrar şaha kalktı. Benim gözüm hala amındaydı.. Domalttım ve götüne biraz sürttükten sonra aniden amına soktum ve kökledim, acı bir çıklık attı. Artık çok geçti ve kızlığı bozulmuştu. Hızla gidip gelmeye başladım artık zevkten dört köşe olmuştu.. Kendim uzandım ve sikimin üstüne oturmasını söyledim. Öyle hızlı oturup kalkıyorduki sikip kırılacak gibi oluyordu. Boşalmak üzereyken amından çıkardım ve ağzına verdim. Biraz sonra bosaldım ve ağzını doldurdum. Tadına ilk defa bakıyordu biraz acı gibi gelsede hosuna gitmisti hepsini yuttu. Artık ben dursam o durmuyordu, böylelikle sabaha kadar sikiştik. Beş kez ben 6 kez o boşalmıştı. Haftada 3-4 kadar sikişiyorduk. Okuldan mezun oldu ve bir daha hiç görüşmedik..Konya`lı bayanların mesajlarını bekliyorum..Gönderen: crezzyman

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Slm Millet benim adım cenk bu hikaye 1ay önce yasandı benim dayımın kızı vaaaarr adı gorkem çok guzel bi vucuda sahip onu hep sikmeyi hayal etmişimdir gorkem kumral 1.66 boyunda tam sikilecek cinsden neyse ben hayallar kurup 31 çekiyodum neyse bi gun aklıma bi şeytanlık geldii dedimki ben bu gorkemi bide gorkem daha 16 yasında bebek gibi kızz neysee dayımın marketi vaaar o markette oluyooo yengemde calısıyooo anlıcagınız gorkem eve gelince yalnız oluyo planı kurmustum planım gorkem eve geldiginde ondan bi şey istiyip fırsatı buldugumda zorla sikecektimn dayımların evine yaklastıkca yavas yavas azmaya basladımm sikim dim dik olmustu yolda zor yuruyodum neyse eve geldik zili caldım gorkem kapıyı acdı gorkem okul elbisesi vardı ustunde hoş geldin diyip beni gaziantep masaj salonları içeri buyur etti ve bana bi şey içermisn diyee sordu bende bana bi su getir dedim fısatı nele gecirmiştim gorkem mutfaga girdi bende hemen arkasından ve hemen kucagıma alıp agzını kapatıp dedimki gorkem seni sikicem bana engel olma dedim seni cok istidedigimi soyledim oda hayır olmaz dedi ben cok kızmıstım kucagıma alıp yataga goturdum olmaz filan yok dedim seni sikecem oda lutfen yapma ben bakireyim dedi o zaman daha iyi kızlıgını bozulcak dedim bi bıcak çıkardım ve soyun dedim o da pasa pasa soyundu yavas yavas aglamaya baslamıstı bu beni dahada cıldırttı artık gorkem istedigim seyleri yapıyordu bi elimde bıcak vardı bende hadi gaziantep travesti çıkar su aslanı dedim ilkbasdan çıkarmak istemedi bende kemeri alıp kalcasına vurdum sen benim artık orupumsun çıkarsunu dedim dedigimi yaptı agzına al dedim o da gene kabul etmedi bende saclarından tutup zorla agzına verdim saclarından tutup bi ileri bigeri yapıyordum zevkin doruklarına cıkmıstım tam bosalcakken çıkardım kıcını don dedim o da dondu artık kabullenmişti bıcagı yere atıp elime kemeri aldım gotune vurmaya basladım okadar bagıdıki cok sinirlendim hemen sudyenini alıp agzın bagladım artık sesi hiç çıkmıyodu sokmaya calıstım ufaklıgı ama gorkemin gotu daha acılmamıstı mutfaga gidib sıvı yag arıyodum orda gozume bi şey carptı krem santın rus escort hemen onu aldımm gotunu guzelcen surdum ve en sonunda girdimm çokk hızlıydım bi iki defa ileri geri yaptım gorkemden hayvanı sesler cıkmaya baslamıstı hosuma gidyodu 10 dk falan gotten siktımm sıra geldi ama amınada krem santı surdum ilk basda guzelcene yaladımm sonra birden girdimm kız öle bi ses çıkardıkı sanadım olduu gorkem bayılmıstı bi yarım saat da amını siktim çıkarıp suratına bosalltımm sonre gorklem uyanıp ve aglamaya basladı bende artık sen benimsin dedimm korkama suratına bosaldım dedim hamile kalmıcan dedim gorkem bunları bi kişiye anlatırsan seni öldurrum dedim basını salladı bundan sonra ne zaman istersem seni sikicem dedim ilerde seninle evlecem dedim oda kabul etti artık ne zaman istersem gorkemi sikiyoom gorkemde alıstı 1ayda neler olduuu beeee en sevdigim sikis turu tecavuzzz gorkemi bazen zorla sikiyomm anneme soyledim ben gorkemi seviyoom dedi oda yengeme soyledi seneye dugunumuzzz vvvarrrr hayatımın kadını gorkemm benim sexy hakkında konusmak isteyen bu msnden [email protected] hadi iyi sikşlerrrr

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Sizlere başımdan geçen müthişbir olayı analatıcam. Bizim okulda sıradan bir gündü. Bir tiyatrop oyunu için İngilizce hocamızla çalışıyorduk. Altında çok kısa olmayan bir etek vardı. Hocamız çok güzeldi. Esmerdi. Bacakları ve göğüsleri tam türk tipi yani balık etiydi. Tam sikilmelikti yani. Birgün tiyatro çalışmasında bir hareketi göstermek için yatağa uzandı. Müthiş tahrik oldum. Akşam okul bitince fen öğretmenimi gördüm. Bana yardıma ihtiyacı olduğunu söyledi. Fen öğretmenimde güzeldi. götü tamsikmelikti. Ben öğretmenime yardım ederken odaya İngilizce öğretmenim geldi. suriyeli escort Tam o sırada aklıma bir fikir geldi. Kapı kapalıydı. Anahatarı da üzerindeydi. İkisinede tecavüz edecektim. Kapıyı kitledim. İkisi birden korktu. Sonra okuldaq kimse yok. Yapacak birşeyiniz yok dedim. İngilizce öğretmenim üzerime bir iple saldırmaya başladı. İpi alıp eleerini bağladım. Sonra fen öğretmenimi domaltıp kafasını masanın altına sokarak ellerini ve bacaklarınım birbirine bağladım. İkisi de çığlık atıyorlardı. Daha sonra İngilizce öğretmenimin bacaklarını da bağladım gaziantep escort ki zorluk çıkarmasın diye sonra onlarla konuşmaya başladım. Fen öğretmenimin götünü açtım. Orada bulunan bir prit kutusunu götüne sokmaya başladı. Prit kutusu sokuyorum dedim. Hala çığlık atıyordu. Derken kutuyu çektim. İngilizce öğretmenime gelmişti sıra. Üstündeki t shirt ü yırttım. Çığlık attı. Bunun üzerine bir tokat attım. Göğüslerine yumuldum. Eteğinide çıkarttım. Yavaş yavaş amına vermeye başladım. Bir daha boşalıcaktımÇok zevkliydi. O iyice çığlık atıyordu. Bırak beni diyordu. Ben gaziantep travesti iyice hızlandım. Tam boşalacakken saçından tutup yüzüne boşaldım. Heryeri sperm olmuştu. Sonra fen öğretmenimin götüne köklemeye başladım. Gidip geliyordum. Bir daha boşalıcaktım. Hemen kafasını masanın altından çıkarıp. Ağzını aç dedim. Açmadı. Benden saçını çektim. Yine açmayınca bir kaç tokad indirdim. Bulduğum makası boğazına dayayıp bir çizik attım. Bu sefer ağzını açtım yala dedim. Yaladı ve ağzına boşaldım. Çok zevk almıştım. Daha sonra onları çözdüm. Bu olayı birine söylerlerse icabına bakacağımı söyledim. Maksla ikisine de birer çizik attım. Kafalarını duvara vurdum ki ciddiliğimi anlasınlar diye. Evim çok yakın olduğundan ikisini de eve götürdüm. Evdeki tabancamı gösterip iyice bir korkuttum. Daha sonra ikisinide bıraktıp. Öteki gün okula gelmediler… Gönderen: El_DOğaç

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Selam arkadaslar. oncelıkle 2 ay once basımdan gecen bır olayı anlatmak ıstıyorum. bızım apartmanda oyuran sevgı ısmınde bır arkadasım var. gunlerden bır gun dedesı rahatsızlandıgı ıcın annesı gıl onun yanına gıttıler. sevgı evde tek kalmaktan korkdugu için benı cagırdı bende o gece onlera gıttım. evde ıkımızden baska kımse yoktu ve oradan buradan konusuyorduk konu konuyu acarmıs ya bızımkıde sex e geldı.fılım seyredelımmı abımın kasetlerını gaziantep masaj salonları buldum nedersın dedı. bence bı mahsuru yok ama ya eve bırı gelırse ne olacak dedım kımse gelmez annemler yarın ancak abım ıse sarhos nerde kalıcagı bellı olmaz dıyordubence sorun yoktu. kasetı koydu seyretmeye basladık ve okadar guzeldıkı uzerımızdekılerı yavas yavas cıkartıyor. masturbasyon yapıyorduk.sevgının gaziantep travesti amı okadar sulanmıstıkı. adeta parmakları içerı kacacak gıbıydı. kız olmama ragmen sevgının amını seyredıyor içimdende acaba amına dokunsam ne derdıye dusunuyordum.o ara sevgı uzandıgı yerden dogruldu ve benım amıma bakmaya basladı ne oldu kız dıyevsordum ama cevap vermedı ve amımı yalamaya basladı delırecek gıbıydım. bende ona eslık rus escort etmeye basladım bırbırımızı yalıyorduk. abısı eve gelmıs odanın kapsından bızı seyredıyormus. ben gormemıstım sevgı gormus ama bozuntuya vermeden devam etmıs. takı abısının eve geldıgını o amıma sıkını sokana kadar anlamamıstım. ne yazıkkı arkadasımın sayesınde abısı benı guzelcene sıkmıstı. artık kız degıldım. o işinı bıtırdıkten sonra eve gıtmeye calıstım ama yollamadılar. ve ınanamıyacagım bır sey oldu sevgı ve abısı sevısmeye basladılar ne yapıyorsunuz dedım ama dınlemedıler sadece seyret bak nasıl oluyor. onları seyredıyordum sevgının abısı sevgının amından içerı sıkını bır soktukı sevgı aglamaya basladı ona ıyı olmustu benım kızlıgımı abısıne bozdurmustu kendısıde belasını buldu ohhhhhhhGönderen: serap

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Ben 20 yaşındaki bay yarağım. okul arkadaşım yasemine bayılıyordum. o büyük gelişmiş ve çıkık götü beni delirtiyordu. bir gün önümdeki sıraya geçti.kalemim düştüğü için yere eğildim aman ne göriyim o güzel göt beni çıldırtmıştı. aklıma koymuştum onu becericektim. suriyeli escort götünden kanları getirecektim. bir gün etüt dersinde wc ye gitti.ve o güzel götünü yürürken sallıyordu. yarrağım bir anda fırladı.hemen hocadan gaziantep escort izin almak için hocanın yanına gittim. hoca kısa etek giymişti o da beni çıldırtmıştı. hoca yarrağımın büyümüş olduğunu görünce bana bağırdı.beni müdürün odasına götürdü. müdürün gaziantep travesti dersi vardı. oda boştu fırsatı hemen değerlendir dim ve odada yaseminde vardı. hocayı odaya attıktan sonrakapıyı kitledim.. bıçağımı çıkardım. soyunun dedim yasemin korkudan hemen soyundu. hocayı soyunmamış görünce sinirlendim hocanın saçını tuttum yarrağıma indirdim ve yalatıyordum. yasemin hocanın götünü yalıyordu.hocayı götten sikkerken yasemini elimle sevişmeye hazırladım. ves hocadan sonra yasemine soktum.yaseminin götten kan gelmedi.Gönderen: bay yarrak

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Müjganın Otobüsteki MutsuzluğuSelam herkese. Burdaki fantaziler beni acayip sulandırıyor. Şu an saat gecenin 2 si ve funda uyumaya gitti az önce. Bende yeni bir yaşadığım olayı anlatmaya başlıyorum şimdi. Bu olay 2003 yazında yaşandı. Normal bir iş gününde işe gitmek için yola koyuldum. sabah erken kalkıp her ihtimale karşı sexi bişeyler giyinip yola koyuldum sabah giderken otobüsde hiç bir güzel şey olmadı. İş yerindede klasik şeyler dışında bişey olmadı aslında.. Gelelim günün en zevkli anına. Akşam iş yerinden çıktığımda yine bir umutla otobüs durağına geldim. Durağın kalabalık olmasından anladımki otobüs uzun zamandır gelmiyor ve geldiği zamanda boş gelmeyecek. Bunu düşününmem bile ıslanmama yetiyor benim. Neyse yine ayrıltılara çok girmeye başladım. gaziantep masaj salonları Otobüs geldi ve acayip kalabalıktı. Az kalsın binemeyecektim. Ama son anda şöför arka kapıyı açtı ve ordan bindim. Ama kapının basamaklaarında sıkışmıştım. Arkamdaki ise resmen kapı ile benim aramda kalmıştı. Emindimki hiç rahatsız değildi bu durumdan. Çünkü zaten kısa olan eteğim bu karmaşıklıkta yukarı doğru dahada açılmıştı. Bu işimi kolaylaştıracaktı. Adam çok fazla kendini tutamadı ve organının kalktığını hissettim nihayetinde. Kapının olduğu basamağı çevreleyen camdan adaım durumunu görebiliyordum. Artık sıra bana gelmişti ve kendimi iyice adama yaslayıp niyetimi belli etttim.. artık adam iyice kalçalarımın arasına girmişti. gaziantep travesti Ama daha ileri gitmeye cesareti yoktu. Ve ona kalsa bu şekilde boşalacaktı. Etrafı kolaçan ettim ve elimi diğer taraftan adamın aletine uzattım. Adam şaşırmıştı ve kalp atışlarının ne kadar hızlandığını duyabiliyordum. Sanırım korkmuştu bir tesrlik yapacağım diye. Ve organını okşamaya başlayınce oda eliyle tek eliyle kalçamı okşuyordu. Ve çok geçmeden adam boşaldı. Çok erken boşalmıştı. Bütün hevesim kaçmıştı birden. Bende bir fırsatını bulup yan döndüm cama doğru. Adamın yüzünü gördüm net bir şekilde. Yakışıklı sayılmazdı. Ama çirkinde değildi. Utancından yüzüme bakamıyordu. Bir kaç durak sonra kendimi daha yukarı atmayı başardım ve cam rus escort tarafına geçmeyi başardım. Ama diğer bir kalabalık durakta otobüs yine doldu. Ve cama yapıştım yine. Bu sefer önüm dönüktü yolculara. Ve bir bayanla karşı karkışaye geldim. Ve duraktaki herkes binince onun gögüslerinin benimkilere deyecek şekilde iyice yapıştık birbirimize. Yaşça benden büyük birisi idi. Ama gayet bakımlı birine benziyordu. Sanırım benim hissettiklerimi o da hissediyordu. Gögüslerimiz birbirine değiyor ve bu temaslar sırasında ikimizde çaktırmadan aşağı yukarı sürtünmeler gerçekleştiriyorduk . ve yine ilk adımı ben attım ve aradaki ufak mesafeyi ortadan kaldırımdım ve sürekli birbirimize değiyorduk artık.. çok güzel bir kokusu vardı. Belki hoş bir macera olacaktı ama ineceğim durağa gelmiştim ve düğmeye basıp indim. İki kere çok fena azmıştım ama istediğim olmamıştı. Bende eve gelip fundaya anlattım ve mutluluğu yine fndayla buldum. Ve funda ile bir plan yaptık. Ne olursa olsun otobüste beraber bir maceramız olacaktı. Bunuda sonra anlatırım. Hepinizi öpüyorum. Mailler için teşekkürler… [email protected]

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Selam, ben 24 yasinda esmer teninde genc bir delikanliyim, cinsel tecrübem genis olmasina ragmen, böyle bir hadise ile ilk defa karsi karsiya geldigim bir andi !!!!!!!!! Dayimin gelini olan sibel (kendisi 32 yasinda balik eti vücüduna sahip, sarisin, teni ise beyaz et ladez gibiydi ) herkez gibi bizde onlara gidip geliyorduk, misafirlikte olan kocasina karsi cilveleri nazlari beni cildirtiyor, akliimi aliyor, sanki iciimden onunla yatiyormus gibi fantaziler kuruyordum, !!! Kafama bir kere koydum, bunu bikereyede olsun sikecem !! Ve o an geldi catti !! Kocasinin calistigini bilerek, evine gidip zilli caldigimda, kapiyi acan sibeldi, karsimdi yine o hasta oldugum sibel, saclari daginik vaziyette, ince bir bluz altinda ise uzun basma etek vardi, bunu görünce daha cok delirmistim, (konuya gelelim, suriyeli escort ) kapiyi actiginda, abim nerde diye sordum, oda bana iste degip istersen gel 1 saate kadar gelir dedibasta kabul etmemis gibi davranarak, hayir demege calisarak, birdahaki teklifi ise, “güzelim gel iste, abin 1 saat a kadar gelir” dedi, bende “tamam ” dedim, ve onda tamam bu is buraya kadar dedim !!! Evde ikimizden baska kimse yok, bana ” gec söyle otur ” dedi ne icersen diye sordu, tesekkür ederek birsey icmeyecegimi söyledim, “ah olurmu ” dedi, ne icersen. , Ozaman bi kahve aliyim dedim, tabii dedi, ve mutfaga yol almak üzere gitti, beni ise hasta eden o bedeni, o ayaklari, yemek geliyordu icimden, , firsat bu firsat, deyip arkasindan gidip, mutfaga girip, beni görünce biraz sasirip kaldigini gaziantep escort hissettim, arkasi bana dönük kahvemi hazirlarken, yukardaki dolaptan uzanip kahve yi almaya calisirken, , arkasina dayanip vücüdüm vücüdunla bir olup ikimizde ayni anda yukardaki dolaba uzanip elimizle dolabi tutup, elini indirdim,oda hissetti baska birseyler olacagini ses seda yok, ellerimle saclarini oksarken ayni zamanda ensesisini dudaklarimin sicakligini hissetire hissetire yalarken, icinden “”” oaohh, yappma, simdi abin gelebilir ” dedi, bunu duymamis davrandim, devam ettim, bluzunu cikarip balik etini yalayip, memelerinin uclarini sipsivri oldugunu farkettim, yaladim, koparacasina, kipkirmiz olmustu, ellerimle ayaklarindan tutup o uzun olan ettegini beline dogru yukari cekip, ince olan beyaz renginde tangasinla gaziantep travesti oynayip amina dogru yol aldim. Bu ” hayir yapma”dediginde daha cok azmistim, kilodunu assaga dogru cekip yirtarak cikardim, bana dogru cevirip, simdi amini yalicam dedim, kilsiz olan amini bi güzel isstahla yaladim, sulanmisti, daha cok girmistim amina, bu birden “””” oooooohhhhhhhhhh, devam et, birakma devvvvvvvaaaaaaaaaaamm oohh “” diye adeta yalvariyordu, bu arada benim yarragim ; bir füze gibi olmus pantolonda zor duruyordu, , bacaklarini ayirip kalcalarini, ayaklarinin parmaklarini tek tek yalayip hem ben hem o zevke geliyorduk, ben sürme cikolatisini alip amini buladim, yaladim, yaladim, seffaf birseyler akiyor süzülüyordu aminin icinden”simdi bende sira ” diyerek benim yarragimi alip bi güzel sakso cekiyor yaliyordu, önce sade basini alip, ardindan 24 cm yarragimi komple girtlagana kadar alip garip garip inlemeyle yaliyordu, ben artik dayanamayip azina akittim, yüzü gözü döl icinde kalmisti ben akittikca, o inliyor, devam et diyordu, (((devamini bekleyin )))) fazla bekletmemGönderen: Kemal

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Daniel could hear the sound of heavy funk playing almost before he reached the balcony. Prince, moaning on and on about some lover or another.

Must be coming from Sami’s balcony. He knew it wouldn’t be on so loud if she’d known he was going to be home, but when she’d run into him yesterday he’d told her he’d be gone all weekend. Now his plans had changed and he was home for the day. He considered asking her to turn it down, then decided he’d just let it be. It didn’t hurt to let loose once in a while. After all, she was a good neighbour, considerate and friendly. They didn’t talk much but he liked to think of her as a friend. She was probably catching a few sunrays on the balcony. He’d seen her out there in her black one-piece bathing-suit sleeping away a hot afternoon more than once.

Quietly, so as not to disturb her – although the music was loud enough that he hardly thought that likely – he stepped out to check the flower-boxes. The impatiens and fuchsia might need watering. The sun felt good, and Daniel glanced over at his neighbour’s balcony. The sight that greeted him stopped him short.

There was Sami, eyes closed, sprawled out on a foam mat and beach towel.

Completely nude.

In sleep one of her plump hands had curled around her left breast. It was a large breast, pale pink compared to the rest of her tanned body. A rosy puckered nipple rested between thumb and forefinger.

Her other hand rested against her large thigh.

Daniel moved as if to go inside but found himself helplessly rooted to the spot.

She was a large woman, maybe 200 pounds, and just an inch or so over 5 feet. He’d always thought her uniquely beautiful. Her face was animated, and her dark eyes were always full of mischief. She dressed to accentuate her well-proportioned figure, and her outfits tended to showcase her gorgeous breasts.

He took another good look at the breast she was holding and caught his breath. Her hand was moving slowly over the crest, palming the nipple. She pressed the whole breast flat as she did this, over and over in even circles, obviously enjoying the softness of her own skin.

Daniel could imagine how velvet and warm it felt, how the nipple might feel – and taste – in his mouth.

Unable to help himself he checked out her other hand. It was crawling up over her inner thigh, brushing dark pubic hair as it traveled up over her round belly and back down. Down…

Daniel had no doubt where that hand was heading, and he knew he should leave.

Sami’s head rolled a little on the mat but her eyes remained closed. Her mouth was slightly parted, and by the rise and fall of those generous breasts he could tell she was breathing faster now.

Was she awake? What if she opened her eyes and saw him?

He was distracted from the thought by the movement of her hand. It opened, plucked at a pink nipple, and pinched the puckered flesh between forefinger and thumb. She rolled it between her fingers, making it lengthen and harden further. The other nipple was puckering in jealous response.

Daniel couldn’t move. His cock was tightening, wanting to lift toward his stomach, asking to be free of clothes. It didn’t care if it got caught. It wanted out. It wanted to watch.

Daniel wanted to watch.

Sami’s legs were shifting, restlessly. He watched as she drew up her knees. She planted her feet firmly on the mat and dropped her thighs open.

From where he stood he had a canlı bahis clear view. Wet lips the colour of fine wine, dark shiny hair, and fingers sliding down to brush the swollen folds. He was almost sure he caught a glimpse of her hard clit as her fingers brushed it in passing. She was going to do this, Daniel realized. Right here on the balcony with him almost between her thighs, watching. She was going to make herself come…

She was close enough that he could smell her arousal mixed with the subtle cocoanut scent of sunscreen. It made his balls twitch, begin to ache.

The music was obviously getting to her. It was so sexual. He’d always suspected her of being a very sexual person. And now he’d never be able to look at her any other way.

He imagined his own hand there, between those large thighs, dipping into that pot of honey. His right hand drifted to the nagging length pressing against the zipper of his shorts.

Might as well, he thought, unzipping. Was she any less likely to scream if he was clothed at this point? He dropped the shorts to the ground and kicked them to one side.

Her fingers were sliding inside her pussy now, the heel of her hand making small circles over the top of her mound. He bet she could feel her hard clit pressing into her palm. Her round hips lifted, her thighs trembled with tension as she lifted up, gyrated. Pressing herself harder into her hand.

Daniel took hold of his cock, gave it a firm squeeze, and imagined it there, where her fingers were. Imagined thrusting into her, filling her where her fingers could only tease.

She was tugging at her nipples hard. Pulling them away from her breast, one then the other. Pinching. Cupping the whole breast then dropping it and returning to the nipples over and over again, while her fingers slid in and out between her thighs in a matching rhythm.

She was not gentle with those lovely big mounds.

Daniel could imagine them in his mouth, biting them. She’d probably like that. His cock gave a leap at the thought. He stroked it once then stopped. He didn’t want to get distracted from what Sami was doing. He wanted to see her face, hear her moan.

He loved the way she was biting her lip, he bet she was close already.

Suddenly she opened her eyes.

He was caught – naked on his balcony, cock in hand, watching her touch herself. The railing between their balconies was open, they’d removed the privacy screen to allow for more light to their apartments, just a few weeks ago, and he knew she could see what he was up to as clearly as he could see her.

He didn’t let go, and he didn’t leave. It was too late to pretend this wasn’t happening. He was very curious as to what she would do now.

Her lip had slipped from between her teeth…and she smiled.

Her breath was definitely rough now, coming fast. She thrust her fingers in and out, her eyes taking a good look at him in the meantime. Daniel loved the way she lingered at his crotch, not afraid to take a good look.

Then she brought her fingers out and ran the middle one up and over her clit, once, twice then slid it down and back inside the wetness of her body. Was she hot? Tight? Daniel was dying now to know what she was feeling with her own finger.

She gave a soft moan and let her index finger join the middle one, sliding in, spreading herself wider for him to see.

She knew he was there, and she wasn’t stopping. He registered the thought bahis siteleri surprisingly quickly considering all the blood had left his brain and was pooling in his cock.

Her other hand let go of the nipple it was tormenting, she crooked her finger inviting him over.

Even with a stiff cock he managed to scramble over the railing.

For a moment he stood, almost between her thighs, not sure what to do.

Her hand lifted one large breast up away from her body, toward him. A pagan offering.

Daniel moved to her side, knelt on the mat and ran his hand over the silky skin of her breast, across the hard nipple.

She let out a soft groan. Her hand dropped in his lap.

He took her fingers and wrapped it around his cock.

She didn’t tug or stroke, just held it as her attention returned to the hand buried in her pussy. She slid the fingers out, made a V and ran then down each side of her clit, not touching it directly. She did this over and over, prolonging the sensation. Daniel loved this, the view it gave him was indescribable.

He didn’t know how long he could keep watching without losing his own load.

“Go on…I want to watch you come…”

She shuddered, and gave a nod, biting her lip again. Then slid her fingers back into her pussy.

He pinched her nipple gently.

“Harder,” she told him. “Really hard.”

Anything for a lady…

He kept a steady rhythm on the nipple, pinching, pulling, the way he’d seen her do it, in time to her thrusting fingers.

Her hips were off the mat, rotating, pressing into the palm that barely left her mound.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon,” he urged. Her fingers tightened around him in response. He gritted his teeth, determined to hold back, to watch her.

She was panting now, her hips gyrating like a belly dancer’s, fingers thrusting in and out.

She pulled her fingers out and clamped her clit between forefinger and thumb giving the distended flesh a tug. Then, just as he thought she was going to come, she slid them back in and continued thrusting. Her pelvis began pumping hard against the hand.

Daniel pinched her nipple as hard as he could.

A moan exploded from her, then took the form of a garbled “Yes, yes, yes…” expelled with each breath.

Daniel knew she was coming now, and how he managed to avoid releasing his own load he had no idea.

With his free hand he peeled her hand of his cock to avoid the possibility that he wouldn’t last another second. He wanted to be there, where her fingers rested, deep inside her, when he lost it.

He watched her face as she came down. Her hips were still moving slowly, although her fingers were still. He could imagine the contractions she was feeling with those fingers. Imagined that she was enjoying them…he planned to enjoy them too…

Then she opened her eyes, looking down at his hard cock.

“Oh good,” she said, with a grin. “You waited.”

He couldn’t help but grin back. He felt like a horny teenager all over again.

“Yes, but for what?” he asked…knowing the answer he hoped for.

She looked him straight in the eye then, not near as shy as he thought she would be…or perhaps just brazening it out, he couldn’t tell.

“Well, unless you have another idea, I would love that inside me…now.”

“Fingers not enough huh?” he teased, as his cock twitched in approval of the idea.

This time she did blush, but he stroked her round belly, canlı bahis siteleri and brought his hand over the one she’d not yet freed from her wet pussy. He brought the fingers to his mouth and began to slowly lick her juices from them, keeping his eyes on hers the whole time.

Her pupils dilated in response, her bottom lip quivered as she took a deep breath.

“I have condoms in the bathroom,” she said.

Daniel bent over and kissed her quickly then dashed to the bathroom as fast as his impatient body would let him.

He slipped the condom on while she watched. She hadn’t moved. One arm was resting over her head and the other was back resting on a breast.

He knelt between her spread thighs. They were large, tanned, strong-looking. He imagined them gripping him, holding him deep inside her. He’d never had a woman so substantial before…but he had fantasized about it. A lot.

He wouldn’t have to imagine it any longer.

He watched as she slipped both her hands around the railing behind her head, and lifted her ass of the mat, her body calling his.

No reason to wait.

She was so wet, so open, obviously eager to have him inside.

He inched forward, grasped her knees and pushed them wider apart. He moved so the head of his cock was sliding through her hot folds, brushing her clit, teasing a little.

“Come on,” she encouraged, hips thrusting towards him.

He pulled back, and slid in with no help from either of them. Halfway, then back an inch or so. It felt so good he repeated it a few times, then dropped his hands on either side of her breasts and gave a solid thrust. He held himself buried there a minute.

She moved back a little then pressed forward, taking him in deeper.

“You can do it as hard as you want,” she grinned. “I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

That was all he needed to hear. She was gripping him tight, so hot, and he was so ready, he wasn’t able to go slow anyway…this time.

He began slamming into her.

She gripped the railing, meeting his thrusts, slamming back.

The music was picking up, Prince, screaming about sex, sex, and more sex. The music drove him faster, drove her faster.

“Yes, yes, yes…” she chanted in perfect rhythm to his thrusting…to the music they were making.

He slammed into her again and again. Her breasts were in beautiful fluid motion with the force of the blows. He managed to capture a pink nipple in his mouth, worked it hard with lips and tongue…

“Daniel. Daniel, Daniel…” she was panting now…

Oh god, she was going to come again! He loved it. He tugged the nipple between his teeth, let go, switched to the other one.

She was incredible, meeting him blow for blow, calling his name…

Suddenly the sensation of pussy contracting all around him, her heels hitting the backs of his legs as she brought her knees up in response to her orgasm. Pulling him to the deepest core of her, milking him.

He heard her moaning his name and his body answered, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He dropped the nipple from his mouth, arched his back, and pounded into her with no reserve.

As he released his load he thought he called out her name too…

She seemed to pulse around him forever, thighs clutching his hips, not letting him pull out. Her head was arched back, knuckles white around the railing.

He dropped forward weakly, kissed each nipple and then her mouth.

He felt her hands in his hair, then drifting over his back.

Then she delivered a sharp slap to his ass.

“Next time, “ she said, against his mouth. “I get to be on top.”

He just nodded.

Anything for a lady.

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Another night in this dreadful town. Sometimes I wonder why I came here in the first place. My name is James Bien-Aime. I was born and raised in the town of Newton, Massachusetts. In September 2010, I had the world on a string. I was a freshman at Boston College and life was good. I had everything in the palm of my hand. I was a second-string quarterback on the Boston College football team, and life couldn’t be better. My father Louis Bien-Aime used to play football for Boston College, before he went to the Massachusetts State Police Academy. Pops is now a sergeant with the M.S.P.s and I couldn’t be prouder of him. Unlike many sons out there, I was happy to follow in my pops footsteps. He raised me by himself, since my mom Alexandra Winston Bien-Aime died giving birth to me. There aren’t too many African-Americans on the State Police force and I endeavored to be one of the few. Just like my old man before me. At least, that’s what I wanted to do until everything started to go wrong.

After the Boston College football team’s devastating loss to those punks of Duke University, I went home and found my sexy Jamaican-American girlfriend Sheila Johnson in bed with my Irish-American roommate Alexander O’Reilly. I cussed them out and chased them off. As I sat alone in my dorm, a whirlwind of anger and despair soared through me. And I did the one thing I shouldn’t have done. I had a couple of beers, got in my red convertible ( a graduation gift from my father) and went to chill at my friend Jamal Lester’s house in the west side of Brockton. At least, that was the plan. I only had two beers, and with my six-foot-three, 240-pound, rock-solid Black athlete’s body, I thought I could handle it. And unfortunately, I couldn’t. I got busted by the Massachusetts State Police. The officer who took me in was Troy Henderson, a stocky old Irish cop and my father’s best friend. Instead of taking me to jail like he should have done, he brought to my pops. You see, cops in Boston have a code when dealing with each other’s brats. They treat each other’s brats as if they were their own. It’s all part of the brotherly code of the fraternal order of police. My father was far less forgiving than officer Troy Henderson. Let’s just say that I caught the beating of a lifetime, and I lost my driver’s licence.

I thought I had walked away scot-free but my father wasn’t done punishing me. He basically used his clout to strip me of everything I held dear. Gone was my football scholarship to Boston College, one of the most prestigious schools in the state of Massachusetts. Gone was my chance at earning my bachelor’s degree in Criminal Justice while playing NCAA Division One football. At the beginning of the year I was debating whether to go straight to the police academy or at least try to get into the National Football League after graduating from Boston College. Now my options were far simpler. My father felt that the City of Boston was too tempting an environment for an impulsive young African-American male like myself. He banished me to the middle of nowhere, also known as Ottawa, Ontario. A fate worse than death. My father felt that I had it too easy in this life. And in many ways, he was right. I did have it easier than him, though I didn’t consider my life to be easy. My father was born and raised in the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. He was a student at College Notre Dame Du Perpetuel Secours, an all-male Catholic high school, when his own parents were gunned down by the Tonton Macoute, the ruthless military men who enforced the will of the infamous Haitian dictator Duvalier. My father was a kid when he lost his father, mother and sister. That was the early 1980s. He became a United Nations refugee, and was eventually granted asylum in the United States of America. He attended Dorchester High School in Boston, Massachusetts, while staying with a host family. Then he won a scholarship to Boston College, where he played football. He graduated from Boston College’s Law School eight years later, but opted for a career in law enforcement rather than becoming a lawyer. The Massachusetts State Police considers him one of their best men.

Now, my father wasn’t alone when he left the island of Haiti in the early 1980s. His younger brother Marc-Henri Bien-Aime was also granted asylum and taken in by a U.S. family. My uncle Marc-Henri moved to Canada seven years after he arrived in America. He settled in the region of Ottawa, Ontario, met a lovely Haitian woman, got married and had a son and two daughters, my cousins Jacques, Vanessa and Evelyn. My uncle Marc-Henri is a Constable for the Ontario Provincial Police. It seems law enforcement runs in the family. Anyhow, my father sent me to live with my uncle Marc-Henri in Ontario. In one fell swoop I had not only lost my driver’s licence and my scholarship to Boston College, I had also gotten myself thrown out of the United States of America, the country in which I was born. Can you imagine this shit? I can’t believe it, and I was there!

Man, bahis siteleri I did not like Canada when I first got there. I tried to get into the University of Ottawa, mainly because it had a football team but they didn’t accept me. I had an incomplete for my classes at Boston College. The only other university in the City of Ottawa was Carleton University, derisively called Last Chance University by many folks in proper Canadian society. I guess beggars can’t be choosers so I was smiling when I got the acceptance letter from Carleton University in the mail. Now, since I’m American and not Canadian, I had to apply as an international student. That means they charge me twenty one hundred dollars per class, instead of the eight hundred or so dollars they charge Canadian students. Man, I was mad as hell when I found that out. I wasn’t eligible for any of the usual scholarships. I had to get a job if I wanted to go to school. Being an American in Canada isn’t easy. I learned the hard way that Canadians aren’t the nice, friendly people most of the world thinks they are. Canadians are mean as hell but they hide it. And they aren’t in love with America. They seem to envy us and resent us, though I don’t know. We’ve never done anything to them, as far as I know. Anyhow, I had to get myself a J.O.B. First I applied for a work permit, and found out the only job I could get was that of a security guard. And even for that lousy job, I had to file security clearance forms and a whole bunch of crap. All for a measly twelve bucks an hour. Nevertheless, a job was a job. I worked for various security companies in the summer of 2011, and saved every penny. When September 2011 came, I was ready to enrol at Carleton University. I had saved enough to pay for two classes. I almost killed myself with overtime shifts at work. Don’t ask me how I did it but I got it done.

At Carleton University, I was in for a lot of culture shock. I think it’s the most international of all Canadian schools. I mean, I sat in a Criminology class of about a hundred students and all around me there were guys and gals from Africa, Latin America, the Republic of India, the Caribbean, the Arab world and the Republic of China. I was stunned. There were a few American students there as well. They were mostly rich white guys and gals from places like Hartford, in the state of Connecticut and Fairbanks in Alaska. Not my kind of people but whatever. I walked up to them and said hi, and I tried not to roll my eyes as they talked about how much fun they were having in Canada as rich Americans. In my Criminal Psychology class, I met someone I would never forget. Jayanti Lakshmi Kalpana, born and raised in the City of Amravati, in the Maharashtra Province of the Republic of India. She’d been living in the Confederation of Canada since 2001. The first time I saw that gal, I was stunned.

Now, I saw beautiful women all the time. However, something about this six-foot-one, curvaceous young woman with dark brown skin, long Black hair and almond-shaped brown eyes simply took my breath away. Jayanti was simply lovely. When I first saw her, I thought she was Black. I mean, her skin was the same shade as mine. And I was born of a Haitian-American father and Jamaican mother. I’m not mixed with anything, though I consider myself as American as apple pie. With a smile on her lovely face, Jayanti corrected me. She told she was a Tamil from India, and many of her people were as dark-skinned as any person from sub-Saharan Africa. Wow. I was amazed at that. We don’t get a lot of Indians in Boston and the ones I knew were usually bronze-skinned, not dark brown. Now that I looked at her, Jayanti’s features were a bit different from the average Black person’s. Later I noticed that the few Tamil students at Carleton University looked like white folks who were painted dark brown. African-like skin tones but Caucasian-style hair and facial features. What a fascinating people.

Jayanti and I became friends. She told me that she had family in the U.S. and visited them every Christmas, even though she was raised Muslim. Apparently there were lots of Muslims in the Republic of India. When I asked her why she didn’t wear the hijab like most of the Muslim women I saw in the town of Ottawa, Jayanti told me that sometimes she wore it and sometimes she didn’t. There was a sharpness in her tone as she told me this, so I wisely chose not to press the issue. Still, I did notice that for some reason, the hijab framed Jayanti’s features beautifully when she wore it. My buddy Jacob Jackson, a red-haired, chubby white guy from the City of Trenton, New Jersey, congratulated me loudly when he saw me sitting next to Jayanti and chatting her up inside the Carleton University library. The boisterous bozo embarrassed me in front of Jayanti. I smiled weakly and pulled him aside before he could do more damage. Jackson told me he had a thing for Muslim chicks, especially Somali women and Indonesian women, though he was partial to Hindu women as well. Like a lot of white guys, canlı bahis siteleri he craves minority women but doesn’t care to learn anything about their culture. I exchanged dap with him and wished him luck in his hunt for “Muslim booty” before returning to Jayanti. She laughed and asked me about my chubby buddy. I looked her in the eye and told her Jackson had a drinking problem, by way of explaining his behavior. That wasn’t true but whatever.

Anyhow, Jayanti and I continued to hang out. Day by day I grew more and more fascinated by this young woman. I found her really hot, but she was also smart as a whip. Jayanti spoke like a hundred languages or something. And she made friends with everybody. I did notice that a lot of the Hindu and Chinese people in Ottawa didn’t care to associate with folks of African descent. Jayanti wasn’t like that. She was friends with many guys and gals of all backgrounds, from Big Abdi, a towering but friendly Somali guy with buck teeth to Jenny Yamamoto, a nerdy Japanese gal who chews tobacco. Yep, Jayanti didn’t discriminate. I liked that about her. Sometimes, Hindu guys would shoot me funny looks when they saw me with her. So did a lot of white guys. I found the latter’s reaction funny. White guys in Ottawa seem to make interracial dating a sport. They chase Asian women, Black women and Indian women like it’s going out of style. They’re not that successful with Arab women, or Somali women who are practicing Muslims.

I think it’s mainly because I’ve yet to see a white man convert to Islam. In my experience, white men don’t worship any deity who doesn’t look like them. Jesus Christ looked like an Arab, but to make him more palatable to Europeans, he became a blue-eyed blond guy according to the depictions of artists since the middle ages. Ah, white men. They’ll never change. Yet they date interracially more than anybody except maybe Black guys in Ottawa, who seem to only date white women. Those same white guys who mainly date minority women frown when they see a white lady with a Black guy. Oh, yeah. You can’t walk a thousand feet in Ottawa without seeing a Black guy with a white woman. A lot of the local Black women were starting to chase white guys like their lives depended on it. This is a swirl kind of town. Jayanti and I laughed about that. I was a really unusual Black man. The kind who didn’t walk around with a Black woman or a white woman. When Jayanti asked me why I wasn’t dating a pretty Black woman or some blonde-haired white chick, I told her that a certain Hindu goddess had stolen my heart. Amazingly, Jayanti blushed when I said that. That’s when I gathered my courage, leaned closer and kissed her. And she kissed me back!

When our lips parted and I held Jayanti’s beautiful face in my hands, I knew that she was the one for me. Hesitantly, I reached for her hand. Without hesitation, she clasped my hand in hers. Smiling, we walked through campus together. We got funny looks from Hindu guys with Chinese girlfriends, Black women with white boyfriends and just about everyone else. Jayanti and I just smiled and ignored them. It’s a rare Hindu woman who will date outside her race or culture. And my Jayanti was even rarer than that. She was a practicing Muslim dating a Haitian-American guy who was raised Roman Catholic. And she didn’t care. I found myself falling in love with this beautiful Hindu woman. When I looked into her soulful brown eyes, I saw a kindred spirit. Jayanti changed my world, folks. She helped me see things in a whole new light.

When I first came to Canada, the song “This Place Is A Prison” by this band called The Postal Service was my theme song. Look it up and you’ll understand. I hated Canada, especially the dull and boring, bigoted little town of Ottawa, Ontario. I hated this annoying little town full of self-important government workers, and the perpetually half-drunk university students who aspired to become them. I hated the capital of Canada for its pretense of loving acceptance and diversity underneath which I detected an all-powerful and overwhelming xenophobia. With Jayanti by my side, I began to experience a whole new world. Jayanti came to study at Carleton University mainly because she won an academic scholarship there. She’s originally from the beautiful City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. During our first weekend away together, Jayanti took me to Toronto. I found myself amazed at this magnificent super-sized City. I thought Boston was big. The City of Toronto was even bigger. More than half of Toronto’s five million people came from places like Africa, the Arab world, the Caribbean, China, India and a variety of places.

Wow. I didn’t think there were places like this in Canada. I grew up near the lovely, progressive and racially diverse City of Boston, Massachusetts. Boston, home of Deval Patrick, the first African-American elected Governor of the State of Massachusetts. Boston, where future President Barack Obama went for Law School. Boston, a venerable City I missed dearly. To canlı bahis cheer me up, Jayanti took me to a baseball game. I watched my Boston Red Sox lose to the idiots of the Toronto Blue Jays. I think I was the only guy with a Red Sox T-shirt in the entire stadium. Damn those Boston guys and gals for not grabbing a plane at Logan Airport and getting their sorry asses to Toronto. I was inconsolable after the loss, but as usual Jayanti found a way to cheer me up.

Jayanti and I drove back to Ottawa. Well, she drove. I still don’t have a driver’s licence. I’m going to try to get one as soon as time allows. Between my classes at Carleton University and my gig as a mall overnight security guard, I was really pressed for time. I was so drawn up into my own problems that I didn’t notice the fact that Jayanti wasn’t driving back to my place in Saint Laurent. Instead she drove us to the Colonel By area, where Carleton University is located. She asked me to come into her dorm and chill a little bit. I didn’t think much of it. Between watching my Boston Red Sox lose to the Toronto Blue Jays and my homesickness, my mind was far away. I sat in Jayanti’s living room, looking at a movie playing on the tube. Sarkar Raj, a Hindu movie that was eerily similar to the classic The Godfather, only with edgier acting and much better special effects in my opinion. Anyhow, I heard Jayanti’s voice calling me, I looked up…and gasped in shock.

Standing by the door was Jayanti, wearing her birthday suit. Well, her birthday suit plus the hijab, in any case. The tall, curvy and absolutely lovely Tamil goddess smiled at me. I grinned from ear to ear. Wow. Jayanti was definitely the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And I’ve been gawking at women since my hormones kicked in about a decade ago. Jayanti gestured with her finger, beckoning me to come to her. In a stupor I rose from the couch and went to her. Jayanti put her arms around me and kissed me. Taking my hesitant hands in hers, she placed them on her big, round booty. I smiled, and looked into her eyes. Jayanti told me she’d wanted me for a long time. I was happy as a clown but also quite hesitant. I mean, I wanted her but Jayanti is one complicated gal at times. Sometimes she’s the most conservatively dressed Muslim gal in town, and other times she’s cutting loose with low-cut dresses that would make a stripper blush. Jayanti sensed the hesitation in me, and asked me if I found her beautiful. Of course I said yes. Then we began the kisses again.

Taking me by the hand, she led me into the one place in her dorm I was forbidden to enter. Her bedroom. Jayanti sat on the king-sized bed, and told me to get naked. Hastily I took off my shirt. Jayanti held up her hand, and told me to strip for her. I smiled, and took my time as I removed first my pants then my boxers and socks. I’ve never performed a strip show for a woman before. This was definitely an interesting experience. Jayanti smiled at me as I got naked. I stood before her, naked as a jay bird. My eight-inch, uncircumcised dick stood at attention. Jayanti gasped when she saw it. I swear I remembered she was Muslim in that moment. The hijab she still had on her head hadn’t registered in my lust-addled brain. Jayanti looked at my member and narrowed her eyes. I squared my shoulders. Would she reject me because I’m uncut? I’ve dated a few chicks who had a problem with it. I’m not ashamed of being uncut. My father wasn’t circumcised either, and he assured me my late mother didn’t want me to be cut either. My family doesn’t believe in altering the human body in the name of religion, or misguided medicine. I asked Jayanti if everything was okay. She looked at me and giggled, saying she’d never seen a dick that was bent while erect before. I laughed at that. Yep, I’ve got a curved dick.

Impatiently, Jayanti told me to stop posturing and join her. I obeyed my lady. And thus I found myself in bed with her. Gently, we began exploring each other. Jayanti told me that this was her first time. I hesitated when I heard that. Truth be told, I’ve only been with one gal before. Sheila Johnson. And you guys know how that turned out. I promised Jayanti that I respected her body, and would be gentle with her. And I was. I kissed her and gently rubbed her breasts. Then I suckled on the areolas of her tits. Jayanti was nervous at first, then she relaxed and enjoyed herself. Slowly, I made my way down her body by kissing a path from her breasts to her belly and down to her pelvic area. I moved my hand toward her pussy and Jayanti clamped her legs shut. She looked at me with nervousness in her eyes. I promised her I’d be gentle and make her feel good. And I kept that promise. Gently, I spread her legs. Jayanti’s pussy was neatly shaved. She told me she shaved for me. I smiled and told her that she was okay by me no matter what. In the back of my head I realized that this whole event was planned by her. I guess women really do choose the men, and not the other way around. I began to gently lick Jayanti’s pussy, and I watched her beautiful face the entire time. I probed her with my fingers and tongue, and watched in delight as she moaned and urged me to continue. Thus I brought my beloved Jayanti her first orgasm, or so she said.

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I can see you smile as the three of us undress. I live for that smile. He has been with us for a few weeks now, and its been good..but tonight..we want it to be special. I can tell you are as nervous as you are excited, by the way you keep lightly touching me, watching my face. I answer your fears with a deep long kiss, and I cant help but shiver as I feel your fingernails slide down my back. He watches smiling, knowing that some pleasures belong to you and I alone.

We slip into the bed, and he tells us that he wants to serve. I lie back, and you sit by my head, and watch as he begins to run his hands over my body. I love the way you can never quite look away. I glide my hands up and down the smooth skin of your inner thigh as his own hands bring me full erect. You lick your lips as he lowers his mouth to my cock. My fingers slip inside you then, and you gasp.

We are playing now, and we all know it. When he slides his tongue along the sides of my cock, I rub my thumb over your clit. When his warm mouth sucks on my head, my fingers slip into your pussy. You grin at me, laughing and happy. No one is trying to make anyone cum. Yet.

You rise, and kneel over me, letting me lick at your lips, your clit. My mouth can barely reach you, and you know that you are teasing me. Still you shiver every time the tip of my tongue flicks over your clit. You keep glancing back over your shoulder at our friend, as his head bobs up and down.

He stops sucking on me, and I surprise you by pulling you down, so my tongue fills you. You give a short cry, and grip the headboard of your bed. I fuck you with my tongue, enjoying your sweet musky flavor, as I hear him open the bottle of lube ,and begin getting both himself and my cock ready.

I release you, and you slide beside me, eyes wide, as he gets on top of me. I hold my cock steady, as he lowers himself onto it. He is quite new at this, and he is still tight. Your eyes flick back and forth between my face, and my cock, canlı bahis disappearing into his ass. He is very still when I fill him completely, for a moment. He is as hard as we have ever seen him, and I see your hand slip between your thighs, and start to stroke your lips as he begins to rock back and forth. I don’t want to send ether of us over the edge, so I stay very still, not touching him, as he fucks himself. We are watching you, watching us. Watching your fingers running back and forth, slipping into your pussy. You are making little sounds, breathy and fast. He sides all the way up my shaft, then slowly back down, and he sighs.

He reaches out, and wraps a hand in your long hair and, pulling, guides your head down to his cock. The tip is damp, straining, and you let yourself be tugged to it. You lap at the tip and he groans. You lower your head and start to ease him into your mouth. I have the perfect view of him sliding into you, your cheeks bulging. You start to suck him hard, him working his fingers in your hair, pushing your head down just enough to get him into your throat. I slip my fingers up and between your legs, and start to work your pussy. You moan around his cock, and he moans in response.

I start to work my hips, fucking him now. Your eyes are closed, taking him deep, sucking him hard. I am rubbing your clit as hard as I am able, and I can see your thighs trembling. I encourage you, saying “Take it baby, take it”, and rubbing you harder. I feel his ass tighten suddenly, and then I see you swallowing hard, whimpering as I rub your clit faster. You pull back fast, and cry out hard as you cum, and all at once I am cumming hard, and he moans in return.

You lay back licking your lips as he slowly dismounts off me. For a time we are quiet, basking, recovering. Then I lean over and start to kiss you, wrapping my hands around you, holding you tight.

You suggest a shower, and we agree, and follow you to the bathroom. We take turns washing the sweat from bahis siteleri each other…joking and laughing. Once we are all fresh and clean, you lean in to shut off the water. On impulse I hook two fingers into your pussy, and you freeze. I fingerfuck you hard, fast as the water streams down your body. You are moaning as he moves up behind you. I see his hands encircle your waist, and then one start to tease your ass. Your moans get louder, filled with need. I look at him, and we both know you are ready. We release you, and shut off the water. As we dry each other, you are constantly stimulated and touched; as he dries your back, I am kissing you, my fingers teasing your pussy. As I dry your front I see him kissing the back of your neck, your shoulders..and teasing your ass more.

We rush back to the bed, and climb in. I start to kiss you, fiercely, and he is tight behind you, kissing your neck and shoulders. Your hands find us, and you start to run your hands over us both. You seem pleased to feel both of our cocks hard and ready. I guide you to all fours, and slide under you. I begin to lavish your pussy with kisses and licks. I softly suck on your lips, then thrust my tongue hard into your pussy.

I try not to gasp when I feel your lips encircle my cock. I start to run the tip of my tongue over your clit in fast little circles, as you suck my cock hard and slow. I feel you tense and start to moan, as he kneels behind you and starts licking your ass. You release my cock and lay your head on my body whimpering as our mouths explore and taste you.

I slip out from underneath you, and let you straddle me. I cant help but to moan myself as I feel you slide wetly over my cock. Your pussy is familiar, but intense, and a feeling I will never tire of. You plant your hands on my shoulders, and start to ride me. We fuck slowly, enjoying the pure pleasure of each other, and knowing just how to move. I work my hips to meet each downward movement that you make, and I lick the bahis firmaları sweat off your nipples. He appears behind you, and slowly pushes you down onto me, changing your angle. I see him spread your ass, and slowly thrust forward. I know when the head of his cock enters you, because you bite down on my chest and cry out. I remain frozen as he enters your ass, inch by inch, as you gasp and shiver. I can feel him, pressing up against my cock through the silky walls of your pussy. At last he is inside you fully, and we start to move. Very slowly we thrust into you together, fucking you slowly, gently, making you sob with pleasure. For minutes we do this, slow, sweet, enjoying every second. I can feel your fingernails dig in to my shoulders.

“You want it harder, don’t you?” I ask.

I can feel your pussy tighten at the words, and see you bite your lip as you nod.

“Say it.”

You whimper, and tighten up more. I feel a gush of wet heat. “If you want to get fucked, than you have to say it.”

You dig your nails in hard enough for me to know I will have marks in the morning. You moan, then “Fuck me..” in a whisper.

“Louder!”

“Oh please, fuck me. Fuck me now.” The last was almost a scream as we both thrust hard and deep into you. Its hard to keep the rhythm like that, and he grabs roughly into your hips, and pulls you back and down onto our cocks. It feels like I am so deep inside you and you cry out in pleasure. I grip your lower hips and pull you into our thrusts. Your cries get louder and louder as I feel your pussy tighten and pulse. Every time we pull you down onto our cocks, your body spasms. I can feel you, wet, as hot as a furnace, gripping me as you slide up and down, and I can feel him, swollen and hard. We fuck you as long as we can, letting you cum and cum, until I feel him shooting, the throbbing of his cock, and I join him. I pull you close and kiss you as hard as I can as we cum, our cries mingling in our mouths, then its over and we are kissing fiercely.

When we can all move again, we dress, and see him to the door. We are already making plans for next week, as he leaves. I kiss your lips, and hold your hand as we go to bed, together.

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