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Authors Note:

This story is a work of fiction and depicts a sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If this offends you, read no further.

I would like to thank everyone who read the previous parts and waited so patiently for this one. Please feel free to continue posting and emailing your thoughts.

Thank you D. for proof-reading.

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My right thumb scratched back and forth in a small line on the black polyurethane of the steering wheel as I sat in the darkened parking lot. My heel tapped against the floor and the nail of my left index finger was jammed between my teeth as I stared out of the windscreen at Renee’s silver fiesta. My pulse had been racing since I pulled into the lot over twenty minutes ago. My mind was in confused chaos, teeming with memories and emotions that I didn’t know what to do with. Since leaving New York, I had considered every possible path that seeing her again would take. The bad paths made my stomach sink and the good paths froze me in fear.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake Lia. Grow a pair!” I scolded myself as I reached for my car keys and pulled them from the ignition. Removing my seatbelt, I kicked the door open and my leg strained as I lifted myself from the seat. I tried to shake some feeling back into my legs as I closed my door and headed for the trunk. The cool air filled my lungs as I retrieved my bags, breathing deep to try and slow the sprinting scenes in my mind. A bag slung over each shoulder and one in my left hand, I closed the trunk and turned to face the stairs. Knowing that I wanted to see her made me wish the weight of my luggage would cause the ground to break open and suck me in. Whatever happens, happens. I tried to comfort myself and inhaled a large dose of courage.

Holding the keys in my palm, I turned the key ring between my thumb and index finger. The cheap gold paint blared the 2G symbols. My eyes sank to the floor as I focused on steadying my breathing once more. I noticed a light flickering on the grey carpet, extending from the gap underneath the door. I could see her sitting on the sofa in my mind, legs resting on the coffee table and a glass of lemon water in her hand. Her golden hair flowing in soft waves around her shoulders and her eyes fixed to the stick figures in bright coloured dresses marching back and forth over a narrow platform. I fought the smile emerging from the right corner of my mouth. I looked at my watch, 9:20 PM, and said a silent prayer that she had already gone to bed and merely left the TV on. Quietly sliding the key into the lock, I slowly turned it and let out a final sigh. The door creaked as it swung open.

“Hey.” The sweet resonance of her chipper tone greeted me with a casualness I wasn’t expecting.

“Hi.” I answered with a meek smile. Renee was sitting sideways on the sofa facing in my direction, knees pulled up to her chest and her back leaning against the arm of the sofa. The familiar melody of a soda commercial played from the television. I closed the door behind me and swallowed hard.

“How was New York?” She asked, reaching for the remote and turning down the volume. I put my bags on the ground to take off my coat and boots.

“Yeah, it was good. Uh, educational.” I hung my coat on the hooks near the door and nudged my shoes against the wall. “How was your summer?”

“Enlightening.” The vague response was uncharacteristic and somewhat unnerving.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” She said bluntly and lowered her knees until she was sitting cross-legged and looking at me. I picked up my bags and steadied them on my shoulders. I offered a smile and began to walk towards my bedroom.

“Amelia,” I froze. “Can we talk? Please.” Renee’s voice was soft and genuine. I turned slowly towards her, her glowing eyes pleaded with me as she twisted her fingers in her palm.

“Could we do it later?” I tried to match her genuine tone and hoped she would take it at face value. “The drive was insane. I’m just… really tired.” I tilted my head slightly, giving a drained smile and anxiously waited for her response. She began to slowly nod and inhaled deeply.

“Okay.”

Relief washed through me. “Thanks,” I smiled in earnest. “Good night.”

“Night.” She offered bluntly and turned up the television again. My heart contracted violently inside my chest as though it had been struck with the full force of a furious champion boxer. My head spun. I turned away from her and clenched my eyes shut as tightly as I could, reaching for my bags and searching for the smallest piece of clarity. My fingers fumbled about the handles.

I began to walk towards my bedroom, my mind a blur of confusion. Finally hidden behind the security of my bedroom door, I dropped the heavy bags from my shoulders and slumped against the closed door. I kept my eyes closed as relief rolled through my nerves like a wave of warm water. I massaged the stiff muscles Cemre Escort in my neck, the smell of the stale air in my room beginning to fill my senses. Suddenly aware of the extent of the darkness behind my eyelids, I reached to my left and felt the wall for the light switch. As the room was illuminated I was reminded that I hadn’t tidied it before leaving for New York. The silver curtains were still closed and the bed unmade. Clothes I had decided not to take lay in piles strewn across the floor and the edge of the bed. The framed black and white prints on the walls brought a welcomed sense of familiarity and comfort. A comfort which was short lived after a small splash of green at the top of my bed caught my attention. I still hadn’t been able to remove the scarf.

My breath caught in my throat and a pang of arousal sparked in me. My fingers began to twitch and I lunged for the bag with my shower supplies in it. I swung the heavy case forward and lay it flat on the floor. I hastily unzipped the black polyester and rummaged through the dirty laundry to find the body wash and toothpaste. I rushed to the closet, which was left ajar, and pulled a clean towel and a change of clothes. As I turned to head toward the door the small splash of green satin seemed to freeze me in my step and seize my gaze. It seemed to laugh cruelly as it tormented me with vivid memories. So vivid I could feel the weight of Renee’s legs on my forearms and her scent on my lips. My ears rushed with the low sounds of lust-dripping moans and her warped voice whispering “Please!” over and over again. My body blazed at the memory of her juices flowing over my tongue and down my throat. A violent shiver broke my spiralling trance and wrenched my gaze from the scarf.

I charged toward the concealed window at the opposite end of the room and yanked the curtains open. I hurled the windows open and flung my head into the clean air, desperate to rid my senses of the lucid and paralysing remnants of the encounter. My fingers ached from the grip they held on the windowsill and I tried to take long deep breaths. “Okay.” I muttered to myself once the apparitions tormenting my mind and body had dissipated. Shit! I thought as I looked out at the thousands of lights scattered through the moonlit streets and roof tops of the city. In the distance, voices were yelling and whistles rang through the air from the university’s football field. I shook some sense back into my head and pulled myself back into the room. I chose to leave the window open and headed for the door. Slowly pulling the door open, I peered through the slight gap and saw that Renee wasn’t on the sofa. I quietly opened the door enough to squeeze through and slip across the hall into the bathroom.

I wasn’t sure how long I spent in the shower. I stood under the torrents of warm water that cascaded over my skin and rinsed away the panic that trickled through my pores at so many moments during the day. I smoothed my hair over my head as the water spattered against my forehead and flowed over my eyelids, cloaking and carrying away the disobedient tears which crept from my eyes. My hands shook and my emotions shivered as my new past and present reality soaked into me. Resting my palms against the cold tiles, I rolled my head forward and the water moved my hair down the side of my face. I stood like that until my eyes had no more tears to give. After washing my fatigued body I turned the water off and noted that the apartment was quite. I sighed in relief realising that it meant Renee had probably gone to bed. I wrapped my towel around my body and carted my clean clothes into my room where I collapsed onto my bed and faded into sleep.

Morning arrived in what seemed like no time at all, the alarm clock screeched its monotonous call and I awoke feeling as though I hadn’t slept at all. I reached out to silence the contraption and glared at the bold red numbers telling me it was 07:00 AM. I rolled onto my back and fixed my eyes on the only smudge on the otherwise pristine white ceiling. I noticed the apartment was still quiet, as usual, and my mind ran through the list of things I needed to do which included buying a new textbook for the semester. I grimaced at the thought of the unbearable queue there was bound to be. Realising it would be beneficial to get there earlier and remembering that I wanted to drop off my laundry at the dry cleaners, I dragged myself up and reached for a pair of jeans and whichever clean shirt was closest the bed.

After gathering all my laundry into a bag, I pulled a brush through my hair and headed for the bedroom door. Renee’s door was still closed as I left my room, setting the laundry bag down outside the bathroom. I stood brushing my teeth in front of the mirror and sighed as I looked at the dark rings under my eyes. My attention was pulled by the corner of one of Renee’s pink shirts sticking out of the laundry hamper by the tub. I finished Cemre Escort Bayan up and pulled the hamper bag from its woven bamboo basket.

“Hey.” Renee’s voice startled me as I left the bathroom and I mumbled a curse word in fright.

“Hey.” I answered as my tensed muscles began to relax. She was standing in the doorway to her room, leaning against the doorpost, arms behind her back and her right leg supporting her weight. Her curves hugged by a white tank top and white boy shorts. I couldn’t hide the confused dip of my eyebrows when I saw that her ankle socks were grey and not white.

“You’re up early.” Her voice was soft and clung to notes of sleepiness.

“Yeah. I uh… Need to pick up a new textbook and I figured better to go in early.” Her eyes sunk to the floor and she nodded faintly at my explanation.

“When is your first class?” She asked as she crossed her legs at the ankles.

“Today, starts at 10. That’s why I wanna get the book now.” I offered, knowing that was not what Renee really wanted to ask.

“You didn’t leave yourself much time to rest. After the long drive.” She let out a relenting but frustrated sigh and tried to give me a sympathetic smile. I could only smile and shrug my shoulders in response. I looked into my room at the clock.

“It’s 7:25. I should really get going.” I made the two steps to where I had dropped my own laundry and picked it up.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that!” Renee called from behind me. I turned slightly to look at her and she was pointing to her laundry in my hand.

“No, I’m going there anyway. It’s okay.” I answered while walking backwards across the living room toward the door. I set the laundry down to pull on my boots and coat and grab my keys from the table. I made my way to the parking lot, seeing for the first time that the hand rails on the stairs had been painted grey. I tossed the laundry onto the back seat and hopped in the driver’s seat. As I slid my key into the ignition, I froze as an unexpected thought fused itself to my mind, blanketing my entire consciousness. Grey socks?

The book store was predictably uneventful. I found the textbook I needed almost immediately, cursing under my breath when I saw the price of it. Fortunately, my decision to get to the store early paid off and there were only four people waiting in the queue when I got there. Exiting the store, I looked down at my watch and frowned as I noted that it was only 08:32 AM. I stood for what felt like ages outside the store and considered what I should do next, it would only take me twelve minutes to get to campus but that would leave an hour before the class started. If I went back to the apartment… No. Finally, I decided to stop at the coffee shop just off campus and bide my time using the discounted wi-fi.

09:58 AM. I gazed at my watch as the lecture hall began to fill with familiar faces, enthusiastic voices cluttered the air with tales of “stellar waves”, “banging babes” and, of course, “I can’t believe he did that’s”. I tried in vain to block out the stories I had heard a hundred variations of until a ghost froze the room around me. A thin, 5″10 ghost with dark hair and bright eyes, her form flowed in a knee-length white and purple sun dress. Her flawless complexion was a fuzzy memory with no time or place. I watched the spectre cross the front of the hall and place her things on the lecturer’s podium. Reaching behind her she picked up a small wooden block and banged it against the podium. The room fell quiet and she had everyone’s attention.

“Good morning, guys and girls.” Her feminine voice was almost comedic in its attempt to sound serious. “I’m Doctor Allie Caine. I’m sure some of you know that Professor Bunt retired last year and I will be taking over this class.” She announced as she began to pace in front of the podium. I thought carefully about the name but it brought no light to the sense of familiarity. I guessed she was nearly thirty and admired that she obtained a doctorate so soon. Most prefer to work in industry for a few years before jumping into doctorate degrees.

“So, let’s get something clear quickly. By a show of hands, how many of you are expecting to skate through this class because you think that as a new lecturer I want to impress faculty with a high pass rate?” She stood still and peered at the ninety or so faces around me, eyebrows raised and expectant. She pursed her lips and nodded discreetly.

“None of you?” She raised her arms to her sides in a questioning gesture. “Come on, people! Honesty requires bravery, be brave!” She looked out as slowly people began to raise their hands, sheepishly into the air. She nodded as she counted the hands, “Twenty seven, of you. That’s fair.” She began to pace once more, the dress softly swaying with her steps.

“Now show me, how many of you immediately expected to get screwed because you think I will Escort Cemre want to show that I’m not a pushover?” Again she paused to count the hands but laughed when more than half of them raised their hands. “Yeah,” she softly chuckled, “I’ve been there too.” Her eyes scanned the lowering hands and suddenly stopped in my direction, her expression never flinching. “Lia… You aren’t expecting anything from a new lecturer?”

My heart skipped a beat and I wondered how long she had known I was in the class, and wondered with increasing frustration where I had met her. She held my gaze and waited as I sat frozen with a million thoughts rushing through my mind. I shook my head fast and lowered my eyes.

“Well, I have bad news for twenty seven of you and good news for the rest.” She announced as she moved back behind the podium. “I will be consulting Professor Bunt on every test and exam you take to make sure the standard is fair.” An almost unanimous sigh of relief rang through the air. She smiled and said, “Right, let’s jump right in and get the boring stuff out of the way, the revision of last semesters work.”

I spent the remainder of the class wracking my brain to try and place her. That night I left campus when the library closed at midnight none the wiser.

Mercifully, Renee was asleep when I got back to the apartment. I quietly hung my coat and made my way to the kitchen, looking for a snack. I pulled the refrigerator door open and scanned its contents. I reached in and grabbed a small tub of yogurt, my eyes drawn to the keys oddly sitting on top of a Chinese takeout box on the top shelf. I laughed under my breath and picked up the cooled metal pieces. Closing the fridge I went to hang Renee’s car keys by the door and realised I didn’t have a spoon. I ate the yogurt while standing in the kitchen and I reminded myself that I had to buy food at some point, deciding it could be done when I picked up the laundry.

The days passed in the usual monotonous pattern; wake up, grab breakfast, go to class, grab lunch, hit the library, get to the gym, go home, raid the fridge, take a shower and go to sleep. Repeat. The weekend was spent bouncing between diners and coffee shops when not running errands. While my mind never rested, I felt like it was empty. That is, full of empty things. At the start of the second week I was already adjusting to the new class schedule and waking up a couple of minutes before my alarm went off. Thursday came around and I was late for my 09:00 AM class. I ran out of my room and bolted for the door. Renee was flipping through her design portfolio in the living room.

“Hi.” I offered as I took my coat off the hook and started pulling it on.

“Bye.” She said flatly and my fingers slowed as they folded down the collar of my coat. She continued to flip through the file in her lap as though my existence were an imagined shadow in the corner of her eye. I felt cold.

“Bye.” I muttered as I grabbed my keys and opened the door. I raced down the stairs to my car with Renee’s icy voice foremost in my mind. As I slid the key into the ignition I looked back toward the stairs and the word replayed in my mind. “Bye.” Cold and detached. “Bye.” Distant and numb.

I jumped as the alarm on my wrist watched beeped, indicating it was 09:00 AM. I silenced it and turned the key in the ignition. With a final glance to the stairs I pulled out and headed to campus. Renee’s voice rang from the recesses of every lecture hall. It bounced off the walls of every corridor and echoed through the whispering voices around me. When my last lecture for the day ended at 03:30 PM, I had resolved myself to go back to the apartment. I drove quickly as I thought about what to say, what apologies I had to make and I prepared for conversations that might transpire.

I got to the apartment and unlocked the door, the apartment was quiet.

“Renee?” I called out as I closed the door. There was no answer. I looked to the table by the door and saw that her jacket and keys weren’t there. I sighed and rolled my eyes at myself as it occurred to me that I had no idea what Renee’s class schedule was like this semester. I shambled over to the sofa and dropped back onto it, tossing my phone onto the coffee table and leaning back against the chair. I momentarily tried to remember what times her classes were last week only to mentally slap myself when I remembered that I had stayed on campus until after midnight every day. I looked toward the opposite end of the sofa where she usually sat. The image of Renee leaning back with her arms bent over the back of the sofa and her legs spread around my face burst into my mind. I felt a twinge of arousal and vehemently shook the image from my head.

I reached for the remote and turned the television on, the stick-thin presenter of some reality channel slowly coming into focus. I grimaced and flipped through the channels, the button heating under my finger as I rolled through them. My finger stopped when the young voice of Burt Reynolds filled the room, “Well, Cowboys love fat calves.”

“They’re not fat!” Came the quirky reply from Sally Fields. I smiled and set the remote down, dropping back into the comfort of the plushy sofa.

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This story is from my college days. I was going to school at a little church college on the North Shore of Oahu. I won’t name it because this isn’t the right place or time to bring in religion, but many of you may know the college. Anyway, I had set my sights on this 19-year-old freshman girl named Kate (of course I changed the name). She was out of my league, but she was a freshman and I was a Junior and I figured if I got to know her before the other guys discovered her than I might have a chance.

Kate had super long brown hair that went past her waistline. She was part el-Salvadorian and her skin was a dark golden brown. She had a tiny waste, a round athletic butt, and full breasts and a smile that melted me. Honestly, I couldn’t find a flaw in her figure or her face. I was infatuated.

As for me, I was a casual surfer through high school from San Diego and continued surfing through my days in college in Hawaii. However, in college I also picked up swimming and weightlifting for exercise. I was swimming 3 days a week and lifting weights the other two days and surfing in my free time. I was in good shape in high school, but any softness I did have was melted away in my wonderful Hawaiian lifestyle.

My problem was that I was a really nice guy. I had no shortage of girls interested in me, but I was insecure and naturally very shy, and I would get moved very quickly to the “friend-zone”. I was told often how good looking I was (and looking back at pictures they weren’t lying) but that I was just too needy and too nice. Ugh!

So I started asking Kate out on dates. She accepted enthusiastically and we started going out often and became very close friends. Being my terribly insecure self, I didn’t have the courage to make a move on her and so by the fourth date the closest I had ever got was to put my arm around the back of her chair. But. . . she kept saying yes, and I kept asking her out. After a few weeks we were hanging out between classes, eating lunch together, and we had become best friends – all without me making a move.

I had blown it. I had once again moved myself into the friend zone. Years later she had confided in me that she was more than ready to move things forward, but I had given her clear signs that I was not interested in her in that way. Ouch! The problem had been I was TOO interested in her and the fear was just too great. We hung out nearly every day on the beaches and she would watch in her tiny bikini while I surfed — all the benefits of a hot girlfriend without any of the physical benefits. It was pure frustration.

Most everyone in the school thought we were a “cute couple” and she and I had to keep telling people that we were not dating (again ouch!) — we were just close friends. Our reputation as a couple was so complete that neither she nor I could get a date without reassuring people that we were not a couple.

Six months later. . . my best friend Joe (again, changed the name) joined me at the college and moved in as my roommate. We were both 22 years old and Juniors, with one year left until graduation. My torment was complete when I introduced him to my friend Kate and within two days of hanging out on the Hawaiian beaches, they were making out feverishly in the sand. Kate in a tiny bikini that barely covered her tan body and Joe in his swim trunks.

I still remember watching him stand up and stretch after that first make-out session and seeing his erection protruding like a flagpole through his shorts. I knew that she had to have felt him pressing against her stomach and I felt the knife of jealousy take an extra deep twist in my gut. I had wanted to press myself against her just like that for the past six months and now that hope was gone.

Kate and Joe quickly became an item.

Now that the pressure was off and I was no longer constantly afraid of blowing it with her, she was very free with her hugs and touch, and even friendly kisses on the cheek. Joe was her boyfriend, but in many ways, I was still her best friend — the one she came to for support. She and I grew closer without the threat of a relationship in the balance. I was finally able to open up to her and tell her how I felt. Joe already knew how I felt because he knew I had been trying to get together with her even before he became my roommate.

I went through a period when I refused to go out with the two of them (both my best friends) because of the intense jealousy. They agreed to cut down on the making out in front of me and I went back to being a third wheel.

About this time, Joe bought a very old and beat up CJ-7 Jeep. The Jeep had no doors and no top and was the color of rust from top to bottom. It drove like a tank. It was loud and windy and perfect for our island lifestyle — and it only had two seats. This gave us the freedom to surf up and down the North Shore and weekend trips to Honolulu to play at being tourists or to see a movie.

I tried riding in the back with the surf boards and gear, but that was super uncomfortable. Örnekköy Escort Kate offered to take turns riding in the back, but I was way too much of a gentleman to be comfortable with that. So, we compromised on having Kate sit on my lap while Joe drove (I’ll come back to this).

I should mention that Kate was not perfect. She had one huge flaw — she loved attention. Along the way, Kate had begun to tease me by showing off parts of her body. For short or occasional trips most surfers spend the day in their swimsuits. However, when it is your daily lifestyle you learn that it is nice to rinse the sand off and put on dry clothes. Otherwise, you would spend literally every day in a wet swimsuit.

Joe and I are from San Diego, and we had always changed under a towel after a day at the beach (which now was everyday) rather than finding a changing room. For the boys it was easy, but for Kate it was a stretch to cover everything at once while taking off her wet bikini. Kate would “accidentally” drop her towel and give me a flash of her full incredible breasts, or she would raise her hands up to tie her hair with her back to me — giving me a brief glimpse of her butt cheeks.

It’s amazing — I saw her ass cheeks and tits in a tiny bikini nearly every day but there was still something incredibly arousing about seeing the same breast without the little piece of cloth covering the nipple, or the same perfect round ass cheeks defying gravity without the thong lacing down the middle. It was naughty and forbidden and it drove me crazy.

I think the first time she flashed me her tits might have been an accident, but seeing my response encouraged her. Soon, it became a daily game she played. Joe noticed her flirting, but he wasn’t the jealous type and thought it was funny. I think he felt bad that he had taken the girl I was after and so he had made it ok in his mind for her to flirt with me as a consolation.

Joe and I would change to dry shorts and Kate would remove her wet top and replace it with a loose-fitting t-shirt or tank top. I loved how her side-boob and upper torso showed through the tank top and her perky nipples stuck out through the cloth.

Back to the Jeep. So, there I was. Seriously lusting after Kate when my best friend swoops in, steals her in a matter of days, buys a jeep, and suggests that Kate sit on my lap while we drove around in almost no clothing. Is this starting to make sense?

Let me just get this out there. . . there was not a single drive we took that I didn’t get mostly erect while she sat on my lap. The first time, she plopped down on my lap in her bikini and at least acted like she had no idea what affect this would have on me.

There was nothing but a chain where the door should have been, so inevitably my right hand came to rest on her hip with my elbow on the chain. She then pulled the seatbelt (lap belt only) across the both of us and handed me the end to click in place. Her smooth naked skin of her hip bone under my hand was too much for me and my cock began to grow.

After a minute of engorging it was painfully hard against her crotch and I was mortified. We had not even left campus yet and the three or four huge speed bumps were causing me way more pleasure then they should have. By the time we reached the end of campus I was being pinched by the cloth and I had no choice but to reach under her bum and force my cock to one side of my swimsuit seam.

There was no hiding it from Kate and she delicately lifted her bum as I pushed my shaft to the left side. My swimsuit was loose fitting and once my cock was running down my leg it was much freer to stick up then it had been all scrunched up in the middle. I thought I would die of embarrassment and I almost stopped at the edge of campus and asked to be dropped off.

This is when Kate leaned back into my stomach (which actually took some of her weight off my stiffened cock) and leaned her face back to talk into my ear.

Kate giggled and said, “I think it’s cute.”

With those four words I became even more erect and nearly shot a load. For that trip at least she sat still and we both spent the rest of the trip pretending I wasn’t pushing hard against the entrance to her pussy.

By the fourth or fifth week of this we had grown very comfortable with the situation. I had even told Joe several times in our late-night talks in our dorm room that he could not expect me to have Kate sit on my lap and not get turned on. It just wasn’t possible! He agreed and laughed it off.

One time he went as far as saying, “Well, I feel like crap for stealing her from you, so I guess enjoy it.”

Ok, in my head that was all the rationale I needed. I began to enjoy it.

During this period is when Kate began to flash me her body and flirt with me. She was trying to get me nice and turned on for our drive back to campus. She would sit on my lap and wiggle just slightly. I know it sounds strange, but it even became normal Escort Örnekköy for her to wait until I got hard and then she would lift her bum while I adjusted my length to one side or the other.

I also started choosing the thinnest and loosest shorts I owned to change into for the drive home. Joe would play reggae music and Kate would give me a very real lap dance as she grooved down the Kam highway. Her hair was everywhere around my face unless she tied it up. When she wasn’t dancing, she would lean back into me and lay her head against my shoulder.

Eventually we were comfortable enough that I began to explore the side of her body with my hand. I would tickle her on the inside of her hip bone just to make her squirm against my cock and run my hand caressingly inside her shirt. I dared only to go from her outer thigh to just under her right breast — sometimes feeling the weight of it before I would chicken out and rest my hand again on her hip.

One summer afternoon (the North Shore has very little surf in the summer) we decided to make the hour drive to Hanauma bay for some snorkeling. Most of our drives around the North Shore were short 15 to 20-minute drives and so things between Kate and I could only go so far. If we did go longer, we were usually fully dressed for a trip to Honolulu.

This was a full hour each way in our swimsuits. We got there without anything crazy other then I learned that even with the hottest ass on you lap, an hour is a long time to keep a hard on. My erection would come and go and at times it was a little uncomfortable.

It was a hot summer day and we were sweating without air-conditioning and anxious to get in the water for some snorkeling. Kate decided to wow the tourists (and us) with an extra skimpy white bikini. It was so thin that it was mostly see through when it got wet. She looked amazing and constantly turned heads with her full round breast and amazingly cute tanned ass. She had the slightest hint of a tan line where her normal size bikini usually covered.

Joe and Kate definitely broke their self-imposed rule of not making out in front of me. They spent a good deal of time rolling in the sand grinding on each other. They were obviously both very turned on and wanting to be alone. I couldn’t blame Joe; she was a stunning 19-year-old in her prime and she was oozing with sexuality.

After a day of snorkeling we decided to head back. It was nearly an hour to the nearest restaurant, and we were all starving (having only brought sack lunches from the cafeteria). We all changed into our comfortable driving clothes — Kate putting on a loose-fitting tank top with huge holes cut out of the side to show an ample amount of side-boob as well as a glimpse of her torso. As usual, she removed her bikini top but left her bikini bottom on under the shirt. I put on a thin pare of loose shorts with an elastic waist band and left my shirt off for the drive home.

As we reached the top of the climb up from the bay, we all stopped to use the restroom and found the jeep in the parking lot. Joe took the bag of snorkeling gear back to the restroom so he could rinse off the saltwater and Kate and I waited in the jeep. I got in and Kate surprised me by climbing in to sit on top of me.

I thought it strange that she would want to ne on my lap while we waited for Joe to get back, but it was a steep climb to the parking lot, and I figured she just wanted to sit down. She sat on my lap without the seatbelt and began a slight motion with her bum — moving forward and back just enough to get my attention.

After watching her make out all day I knew she was horny and at that age, my cock was always ready to go. Being alone with her and knowing that it was not “required” for her to be sitting on me, made it that much more arousing and I was stiff in an instant, my cock was sensitive, and my balls were aching for a much-needed release. After just a few minutes I went from looking forward to the drive to desperately wanting it over with so I could go home and take care of business by myself.

After sitting on my lap just long enough to get me hard, Kate decided to get her water bottle out of her backpack in the back of the jeep. She rose off my lap and bent between the seats to dig for it, leaving her ass hanging invitingly in the air beside my head. Since Joe was not back yet, I didn’t even try not to look.

I turned my head to the left and I was staring point blank at her white (still wet and see through) thong hugging to one side of her pussy lips. The seam on one side was up inside her and the tiny space of material between the two seams was covering her right pussy lip. Her loose tank top was hanging open and I had a clear view all the way up her shirt – passed her flat belly – to her perfect round titties hanging like ripe fruit.

She found her water bottle and before I could look away, she looked back at me through her shirt and smiled upside down at me — knowing that she Örnekköy Escort Bayan had just caught me admiring her nude body. As she backed herself up and started to return to the seat, my cock was standing at full attention in my loose shorts. I couldn’t even keep it down along my leg without physically holding it with my hand. There was no way to conceal my 7 and half inch erection (hey! When you are 7.5 inches you claim every half inch!).

By this time, Joe had reached the back of the jeep and was stowing the snorkel bag. I quickly grabbed a towel from under me and settled it in a clump on my lap to hide my erection. Kate stood up straight in front of me, her toned ass right at my eye level and was turning her upper body to talk to Joe as he finished putting the gear away. I could see her thong was still off centered as it traveled up her crack.

She then reached down and picked up the towel and stared directly at the tent pole that she would soon be sitting on. She positioned herself carefully and slightly spread her legs as she deliberately lowered herself onto my stomach, letting my cock find its way to settle comfortably between her legs so as to not crush me. Then, she settled the towel over the two of us.

I reached down to adjust my cock — to make sure it was fully to the right side of the seam in my shorts, but she wasn’t giving me the space I needed. She was in a horny mood and being horny kind of made her a brat at times. Instead of lifting her bum she scooted back and forth an inch or two to tease me.

The problem was that I was so hard that it hurt to not be positioned right. Without thinking I grunted, “owe” under my breath and pushed on her bum a little to get her to lift up for a second. She still refused to budge.

As Joe was starting the jeep and backing out of the parking stall, Kate asked me, “What’s wrong?”

I replied close to her ear, “Nothing. I just got pinched a little by my clothes.”

With this she lifted her bum a few inches off my lap and reached her hand down under the towel and between her legs. In one motion, her hand slipped inside my waistband, grasped the base of my cock, and slid her hand to the end so that my cock was free of my waistband. She deftly tucked the waistband under my ball sack before she sat back down and asked, “Better?”

I sat speechless as I felt her settle back down with my bare cock now thrusting up between her naked inner thighs. Had the towel been moved my tip would have been visible thrust firmly in front of her pussy.

Before I could really process what had just happened — and that I would be spending some time like this, she handed me the end of the lap belt and I buckled it in place. Joe had turned on the music and was pulling out onto the main road. We sat like that for about 5 minutes, both of us trying to ignore the fact that my cock was nestled against her outer lips underneath the beach towel. I could feel myself pulsing involuntarily and for a few minutes I tried to think about old grandmas and camel poop and anything that might take away my erection.

Just as the newness passed and I was starting to feel like this escalation of teasing was progressing from fun and daring to a sort of condescending mockery (after all, this was destined to end with me being subjected to a whole new level of frustration) I felt a tickling on the head of my cock. Apparently, the temptation to “play with it” was too great for Kate and she was running one of her long nails up the underside of my cock.

I gasped involuntarily as my nerves caught on fire and my cock started pulsing with renewed sensation. First one nail, then I could feel the underside of my shaft being lightly scratched with three or four of her fingertips from my scrotum to the head of my cock and back down again. Slowly, like she had all the time in the world and nothing better to do.

She lightly caressed up and down for several minutes while my mind raced, and my heart beat so hard I knew she could feel it against her back. Her hair was flying wildly in the wind so I gathered it up and pulled it all to the left side of my face and tucked it between our bodies. With her hair obstructing any view of my face from Joe, and with intense pleasure being agonizingly fed to me through her caresses, I bit her neck — maybe a little too hard. In response, she squeezed my balls as a message that my bite was too hard.

Before long, I was oozing pre-cum in what seemed like a steady stream and she used this as a lubricant to gently circle my cock head until it would get a little dry and sticky. She would then grab my shaft and massage and caress until I dripped more lubricant out before switching back to gentle lubricated swirls. On and on, milking me of precum to be used as a lubricant.

This was truly my first experience with edging and it was frustrating and luxurious and intense. It made me feel like a beast. I wanted to ignore everything but the need for sex. I wanted to throw her down and ram my cock into her and demand the release from the pain of such intense pleasure. I wanted to own her and claim her by shooting her pussy full of my seed. Needless to say, I had a torrent of uncontrolled thoughts while I sat their helplessly as she gently stroked my cock and none of my thoughts were politically correct.

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Amber and I went to bed. She had brought her nightie with her, a short, pink filmy garment with matching panties. We cuddled close together and began to talk about our first meeting. I told her how I could not keep my eyes off of her as I placed my order that day about two months before. The way I just had to look at her perfect ass in those tight jeans. How I imagined massaging her pussy that I could almost make out the outline of through the fabric, and that I was pretty embarrassed the many times she caught me staring. And when she smiled back at me, how quickly my cock grew hard.

She told me that, yes, she quickly became aware of my stare, but that she didn’t mind the way she usually did if men my age stared. In fact, she told me that she thought I was cute and enjoyed the attention. She told me that she listened as gave my name and waited until my food came up so that she could give it to me, then returned with the broom to sweep under my feet. She confessed to looking for, and seeing the bulge in my pants and looking at the way my pants hugged my balls as she had me raise my legs.

As she reached this part of the story, I could not resist slipping my hand into her panties again. Apparently, telling me the story was arousing her as much as hearing it was arousing me. “Keep talking,” I said, as I ran my finger along her already wet slit.

“I thought about you the whole rest of the day. I wondered how big you were, how your balls would feel in my hand. I never thought any of this would happen or to see you again. But when we started talking through the instant messenger, I got so excited.”

As she talked, I teased her pussy, and as she finished, Ostim Escort she was so wet that I easily slipped my finger all the way into her tight hole. She moaned and leaned up to me and kissed me passionately. She put her hand into the boxers I wear as pajamas and lightly stroked my cock. We quickly slipped out of our clothes.

I told her, “Get on top of me and let’s try the 69 position.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

So I guided her into position with her on top, and she giggled and said, “Now I get it.”

I reached over and turned on the lamp, because I wanted to see her hot young pussy as I ate it. I began by spreading her lips apart, and applying the tip of my tongue directly to her sensitive clit. She let out a cry of surprise and pleasure. I continued on and she rocked backward on her knees, putting more pressure between her clit and my tongue. I wanted to give it to her fast and make her cum hard. I could tell I was succeeding because she was panting, moaning, and humping my face almost like an animal.

“Oh yes, oh God, oh yes, ohhhh!” came out, sounding almost like she was crying. I was face to face with her tight ass and her pussy was gushing milky cum over my face.

She let out a shudder and moaned “I’m cumming!”

I slipped my finger into her cunt and felt her pussy spasm.

To my surprise, she moaned, “Oh Jack, I want you to fuck me, now!”

“OK, Baby,” I said, needing no further invitation. She rolled off of me and onto her back and spread her legs for me. I got between them and leaned over to the nightstand for a condom. Suddenly, gentle nice girl Amber had gone wild!

“Hurry,” Escort Ostim she cried as she grabbed my cock and rubbed the head between her wet pussy lips, trying to get it inside. “Oh God I can’t wait!”

Finally, I got the condom out of the wrapper. My cock was in the air over Amber’s stomach as I rolled the condom down over it. She was wide-eyed with anticipation, and her pussy was srill oozing. I began rubbing the head along her slit as she had done. “Feel good, Baby?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” she cried.. “I’m ready, Baby. Fuck me.”

I started to push in a little, as it felt like the outside of the condom was really slippery, and so was her pussy. But every time I tried to push in, my cock slipped out, toward the back, or front, or side.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You’re so tight it doesn’t want to go in,” I told her. “Try putting it in and I’ll try to use my hand to keep it from going back or sideways.”

Using this technique, we were able to gradually insert the head of my cock. I felt the lips of her pussy envelope my cock in their velvety wetness. I tried just fucking her with the head only, not forcing it in too deep, yet not withdrawing enough to slip out. The end of my shaft rubbed her clit as Ii made tiny strokes in and out. Her breathing again turned to panting as she told me, “Oh yes, Jaxk, keep going, baby, I’m going to cum, baby, uh, oh, oh, oh, fuck yes!”

I felt her cunt get even wetter as I brought her to orgasm again. My sensitive cock head slipped just barely in and out as it felt like her pussy lips were polishing it.

“Are you ready for all of me, Baby?” I asked her as she gradually Ostim Escort Bayan let down from her orgasm. Since I had just cum in Amber’s mouth a few hours ago, I thought I could go for quite a while, maybe even the rest of the night, before cumming again.

“Oh yes, Baby, fuck me all the way!” she moaned.

Her pussy juices all over my cock made it nice and slippery, and it seemed to get easier to stroke in deeper, a little at a time. Finally, on an inward stroke, I put some weight behind it, and my cock was buried in Amber’s virgin pussy. She let out a little cry. “Did it hurt, Baby?” I asked.

“Not that much, ” she answered. “It feels so good the way you are filling my pussy up. Don’t stop!”

I kept going with nice, long strokes, making sure that I positioned myself so that my shaft kept rubbing her clit as it went in and out. I looked down to see my cock entering her pussy. What a sight!

“Look at my cock going into your hot pussy,” I told her.

“I am,” she said. “It turns me on so much. You are making me cum again!” she cried. I sped up my stroking until she orgasmed again, then at the end of it I just stayed as deep in her pussy as I could get as we kissed tenderly. “Don’t you want to cum again, Baby?” she asked.

“I do, but usually I can only do it once in a night,” I told her. “It’s part of the disadvantage of not being eighteen.”

“To heck with eighteen year old guys,” she said. “I’ll take my hot teacher any day.”

Surprisingly, I was still hard. I played with her nipples as I began stroking in and out again. It felt like I might cum again after all. I sped up and after a furious effort, I did cum again.

“If I hadn’t been with such a little hottie, I couldn’t have done that,” I told her as my cock gradually softened and slipped out of her dripping pussy. .Our bellies were slick with her cum. She went to the bathroom and brought a towel. We snuggled together naked as we fell asleep.

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This is part of a series. It should make sense by itself, but the preceding Angel stories will help. Please enjoy, and votes and comments are welcome. Nick and Thien finally…

I got a postcard. Proper stamp and all.

“You are invited to a special picnic. Saturday, 12 o’clock, we will pick you up. Yours, Thien.” This was a bit odd. A written invite, to a picnic? Why not just yell over the back fence?

That’s how I replied, to Mrs Phuong later that day. I bought a nice Riesling and had it chilled ready. I had absolutely no idea what to expect after our cafe trip earlier on, when I took advantage of her.

I didn’t actually know if Thien could drive; that topic had never come up, so I was puzzled by that part of the note as well. I found out on Saturday when a creaky old car pulled up and two Asian girls stepped out.

“Hello Nick, I’d like you to meet Thuy. Thuy is my very best friend. She gives me lots of good advice and she knows everything about me.” Everything?

Her name was said “tuwee” but with the same breathy T sound as Thien. I liked the sound of it, but I wasn’t sure of the name’s owner. She was appraising me, like a horse-buyer checking a colt. And how much of ‘everything’ did she know? But let’s be polite; Thien thinks I’m a nice boy, at least I think she does…

“Hello Thuy, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Thuy is lending us her car today. She’s also kindly going to drive us. She knows a perfect picnic spot. She’ll drop us off, do some errands and then pick us up. How good is that?” Too good, was my first thought, what’s going on here; but then thought, c’mon, give her a break.

“Thanks Thuy, that’s really generous. It sounds like a lot of trouble for you.”

“Not really. I’m visiting a friend not far away, and I can get some shopping done. No trouble.” Her voice was deeper than Thien’s, but had the same musical lilt. Mostly she was the opposite of Thien: her hair was short and dyed when Thien’s was long and black; she was a bit plump and more endowed than Thien; her eyes roamed around but they did not show her emotions. Thien had a gaze that held you like a netted fish.

I offered the wine and a dessert from the freezer. Thien appreciated the dessert and the right drink to go with it. We got into Thuy’s car, which had a wonderful old vinyl and motor oil smell. A smell to remember.

I was in the back, the girls in the front. They started to chat rapidly in Vietnamese, I was sure I was the subject of the talk. Then Thien said, “We should speak English.” She almost said “Engris”, which made me smile. I spoke English, they spoke a mixture, but we all enjoyed the drive.

Thuy drove well. The car, being older than she was, was in no hurry but managed to keep up with the highway traffic. Not very far from town we came to a large inlet, in fact an ancient flooded valley that opened to the sea some distance downstream. We arrived at Brooklyn.

Not that Brooklyn. This Brooklyn has about a hundred houses, a marina and a huge railway bridge. I guess it was the settlement for the workers who built the bridge, with the name being a joke: at the time there would have been nothing but wilderness all around. Thuy took us through the place and up the hill above it. She stopped at a small car park. The sign said,

DEAD HORSE BAY WALKING TRACK. No Dogs Allowed.

Seriously. I found the picnic case, Thien took a backpack.

Thuy started in Vietnamese until Thien squinted at her. In English she said, “Down the trac’, then you go leff. You see a ledge, you go up. You there.” She had a huge smile.

“Good good. Now you go, quick quick!” Their English had been damaged by all the Vietnamese chit-chat.

“Three hours. See you la’er, little sista!”

The directions were good. They led us to a broad ledge of sandstone, with a slight slope of warm grass behind it. We were surrounded entirely by bushland, with a view across the water. The Şentepe Escort sun shone, there was no breeze. In the distance a train rolled over the bridge, then disappeared into a tunnel. That and the far-off seagulls were the only sound. It was a small piece of paradise. Thien unrolled a camping mattress and put a towel over it.

The picnic was worthy of the scene. Spring rolls, dumplings, special meatballs that we ate with fragrant rice, all wrapped in a lettuce leaf. We fed each other. My Riesling was still cool enough and we sipped each other’s drinks. Thien’s hair shone in the sunlight. Her smile made time slow down for me. She laughed, I laughed. We sat, leaning back on our elbows, comfortably leaning against each other.

Then Thien stood up. She looked out to sea, thinking. Then she slowly turned around, undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one.

She turned sideways on and flicked her blouse off her shoulders. Staring at me intently, she slid the fabric down. She took one arm out and let the blouse drift to the ground. She unclipped her bra and slid the straps sensuously down over one arm, then the other. She twisted towards me with her head tilted so her hair brushed her bare shoulders. I had a vision of our first meeting, in her room when she stripped for me. That had been at night, but here in the full sun I could see every detail. Her coffee-brown nipples, standing above small areoles on honey-brown skin. Fine downy hair. The faint outline of her ribs, beneath her beautiful tiny breasts. Her belly button on a flat tummy. Her hands slid past it and into her skirt. Her thumbs caught the material and slowly pushed the waistband down. Her hips widened very slightly, then her dark bush appeared. Skirt past her knees, she lifted one leg and swung it out. This exposed her pussy lips and pushed the skirt to her ankles. She stepped out, naked in the sun. She ran her hands up from her thighs, over her breasts and up into her hair, running the strands through her fingers. A goddess. A vision from heaven. The goddess reached her hand out to me.

As I rose, she turned us round slowly so that she sat where I had been. It was my turn to undress. I tried to remember my moves in my own bedroom, so long ago it seemed. I felt such a big clunky Anglo beside this Asian deity, but I had to do my best. Maybe not overdoing it was the trick.

I stood with my shoulders back. I undid my shirt buttons, exposing my chest. I’m fairly slim, with a few muscles here and there, but I got the sense from Thien it was how you moved that made you look good. I spun around and let the shirt tails rise up. I undid my shorts, but my hard-on was in the way. I worked the shorts over it, let them fall to the ground, then, using an old trick of mine, I flicked them up into my hand. I snatched them out of the air and tossed them aside. I pushed down my jocks, exposing my cock standing proud. I flicked them up, grabbed them and tossed them. I turned and stood naked looking out over the ledge, legs apart. I stroked the backs of my thighs and my buttocks. I twisted my arm behind my head and flexed. I looked back to Thien and smiled.

Thien approved. Sitting cross-legged she was stroking her thighs and already had two fingers in her pussy, fondling her clit. Her eyes were half-closed. She was starting to roll her thighs. I knelt down in front of her. I kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. I breathed in her spicy scent of arousal. She sighed.

I was liking the track we going down, but I was also worried. “Thien, I love this. I love you. I think I know where this is going, but, should we, have… protection?” How clumsy did that sound!

“You lovely boy! It’s all right: I’ve waited this long because I’m now on the Pill. I started after our time on the hilltop. A whole cycle ago. And we’re both virgins.” Are we? I know I am, but Thien? I always assumed she was experienced, but in fact it was with Talaya at Şentepe Escort Bayan uni, and with me.

“Your, you know, your family culture. Am I the right one? I don’t want to make it all wrong- “

Thien laughed, but kindly. “You’re silly! It’s the same as yours. Used to be very strict, controlling, but nowadays it’s more relaxed. Just be discrete.”

With that she put a finger on my lips and gently pushed me down onto the towel-covered mattress. She stroked my whole body, from my feet up, over my shins to my thigh muscles, flexing under her touch. Up my torso, carefully avoiding my cock sitting up in the middle, across my chest, rubbing my shoulder muscles hard, then going down the arms simultaneously. She held my hands and stared into my eyes, her eyes full of tenderness and lust (somehow). She stroked up my arms and held my head in both hands. She kissed my lips, pushing her tongue in. Our tongues brushed and re-brushed, I felt her teeth, she felt mine. She tasted faintly of Riesling and exotic spice.

She put down my head gently, then stroked my neck and down my chest, when she got past my waist she gracefully lifted one leg over my face so I was straddled. She put her head at the top of my thigh in the classic 69 position. I could feel her sun-warmed skin near my cheek.

What a sight! Thien’s precious centre, all for me. Her tight round bottom above all, with her tiny puckered anus between her cheeks. Her outer lips were puffy and dark with arousal, with a few wispy hairs curling around. Her inner lips were peeping out, impossibly wrinkled. Further on her furry mound was the boundary of this garden of pleasure. I gently parted her outer lips so her inner lips hung free. I saw the most perfect thing.

Her inner lips went up to her clit, standing out as a little white button, but further down, a teardrop formed, a drop of her her crystal-clear fluid. I watched it slowly grow and hang from her lips. The bright light made it glisten. My Thien, her precious nectar, dripping for me.

The drop hung from one wrinkle. I could see sky and honeyed skin through it. I just stared. Thien, who’d been idly pulling the skin of my shaft, sensed I had stopped and she paused.

The drop extended more and was about to fall. I stretched out my tongue and caught it. It was Thien’s spicy smell as a drink. Wonderful. I pulled her inner lips apart to reveal pink shiny walls of her juices. My greedy tongue lapped it all up, pushed its way into her vagina so that my chin brushed her clit. Thien gasped and squirmed. I licked her inner lips, her outer lips, I pulled her hairs with my teeth. I ran my hands over her bottom and into her crack. Thien whimpered.

“Nick I have to watch you eat me!” Thien sprang off me, spun around and lowered her crotch onto my mouth. I put my hands up for her to sit on and went back to tasting her sweet fluids. My view now was over her hairy mound, up her slim body to those tiny breasts to her face, gazing down in a halo of shiny black hair. Her face was filled with lust. She murmured my name.

“Ah, Nick I’m getting close…”

“Come for me, Angel. Come in my mouth, love.” Thien giggled, hearing her own words.

I could feel her pleasure building up. Her juices were everywhere now, tasting and smelling wonderful. She had been stroking her breasts and legs but now she put her hands down beside my head. She was impossibly curled over, with creases in her tummy and her breasts hanging upside down (barely changing their shape). I had fingers in her vagina and round her anus, my other hand was strumming her clit as she came, gasping and panting. Her thighs quivered and I let her sit on my chest. Her smell was everywhere.

She gave me her naughty look and wriggled her legs down my body, smearing her juices down through my chest hairs. Oh Thien, some angel you are. She lay on me, still breathing heavily. “Nick. So good,” she managed after Escort Şentepe a while. “I want to make love to you.”

“Sweet Thien, we are. This is. I’ve been making love with you for weeks. Don’t make yourself do anything more than you want.”

“But I want you.” Thien propped herself up. “I want you inside me. I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you come.” She got up on hands and knees.

“Thuy says this is the best way if I’m small and you’re big.”

Thuy! The “big sista”! Thuy with the car, Thuy who knew this spot. How much had they planned this? I could guess now, she did know everything. She had been looking me up and down before; now I think I know why. She was looking after Thien. If I hadn’t made the grade, would the picnic have been cancelled?

Thien was kneeling over my cock. It manfully stayed hard through Thien’s climax, but the tender lying had softened it. It didn’t take long to respond to Thien’s little hand and wet pussy lips.

She rubbed it up and down between her lips, finally positioning it, a long way back I thought. My cockhead could feel warmth and wetness everywhere. She put it in and pushed down. It felt very tight. She frowned.

“If this is hurting, don’t do it, Thien.”

“It’s a surprise, that’s all. I’m relaxing, thinking sexy thoughts. I’m thinking of us in the lane outside the cafe. You had me for the taking then. Could have fucked me hard.”

“Could I? It was weird, that’s for sure. I felt I could’ve used you and abused you.”

“Yeah. Thanks for being so kind. I wasn’t sure about the birth control yet, but I would’ve taken it for you, you had me so turned on. Fucked me against the fence. You dog!” Thien had now started moving up and down on my shaft. It still felt so tight, but fantastic.

“Angel, be careful.” She was now tilted over, nearly over my face.

“Nick. I love you. I fucking love you. I fucking love you. I fucking love you.” With each sentence she pushed her way down my pole. She closed her eyes. One tear rolled out. My cock was now buried in her cunt, bone to bone. I thought I’d come straight away, but my concern for my lover had put my pleasure second. Another tear trickled across her cheek.

“Kiss me, boy.”

I kissed and kissed. I kissed the tear, her eyes, her lips. “Thien I love you, love you, love your hair, love your walk your smell your breasts your laugh. I love my cock inside you in the sunshine, outdoors…”

“I know, lover boy. I love you. Fuck me gently. I still want to feel you come.”

“You won’t be waiting long!”

Long, short, I don’t know what time we took. When she lay on me I ran my hands over her thighs and felt her cunt lips stretched around my shaft. She sat up and I watched my cock sliding into her furry cunt.

“I’m getting close.”

“Shout.”

“Shout?”

“Call out when you come. I want to hear you and feel you. Feel you spurting inside me. Come for me!”

Now I was thrusting into her, so hard her tiny breasts were actually wobbling. “Oh Thien I’m close oh Thien Thien Thieeeeeen!”

I held her hips to mine. My cock launched my semen, a long sustained pulse of come rose from my balls and out of my shaft. Another smaller one followed. The last things I remember were her brown Asian nipples against the sky, her black hair sparkling in the light.

I awoke. Thien was still sitting on me. My throat was dry. Tears had dried in the corners of my eyes.

“Hello lover. Welcome back. I felt your come.”

I couldn’t talk. I just smiled. She smiled back.

“Drink,” I croaked.

She squirmed around, reached over and found the wine bottle. She tipped the bottle to her lips, took some, then bent down to me. Warm white wine slipped over my tongue, reviving me.

“You’re still inside me. I’ve been feeling you shrink and feeling your come leak out. It’s thicker than mine.”

My Thien. So matter-of-fact sometimes.

“You said my name. That was beautiful, thank you. You looked so fine as you came underneath me. All your muscles stood out. And I’ve never seen a smile like that on your face! I want to do it again!”

“Thien, I think maybe- “

“But I’m aching a bit now. Maybe tomorrow!” She gave me her naughtiest smile.

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Alicia and I had been friends since 9th grade. We had first met when I randomly sat next to her in history class. I remember catching a brief whiff of something floral, and looked over to my right to see her sitting there shyly, her red hair framing a little pixieish face lined with freckles.

Over the next 4 years of high school, we more or less became best friends, but never really got the timing right to be romantically involved. Looking back on it, it seems crazy that we weren’t dating the whole time – but one of us always seemed to be dating someone else and the timing just never really worked out. There can be no doubt though that I had a pretty big crush on her for most of the time I was in High School.

A few words on me: I was never exactly in the cool crowd in school, but certainly had my own thing going on I guess. I’m short for a guy at about 5’5″, but with an athletic build. I was into computers, music, and literature. I fancied myself a modern beatnik, reading Kerouac and Ginsberg – smoking clove cigarettes and almost never wearing jeans.

Alicia was your typical girl next door. Shy on the surface but with an evil streak that could surprise you. She was also short and very thin, dressing relatively conservatively and having some of the prettiest red hair I have ever seen. Not that fake dyed red, but rather that authentic orange red that real gingers have. I realize it might not be for everyone, but I have always had a thing for gingers.

During my senior year of school, things in our dynamic started to slowly change. The thing that really seemed to change things was when we both signed up for a 10 week introductory Yoga class together. Never having been much of a macho manly man, I really had no qualms at all about doing yoga. In fact, it sort of fit into my whole bohemian vibe. So there it was, I was committed to this. Fun fact, this was at a curves location – I’m sure you probably remember Curves, circuit training for women in the 90’s? They were everywhere for a while.

Well, not too surprisingly as I pulled up to the Curves with Alicia for our first ever yoga class it quickly became fairly evident that I was the only male in the class. Not being sure what to wear, we both had on some light pajama pants and a t shirt. I think this was before Yoga pants were ubiquitous, as none of the women in the class seemed to be wearing them.

The instructor led us through a pretty basic yoga flow, teaching us all the usual postures that most will recognize; Warrior 1, Warrior 2, Downward facing dog, and on and on. Looking around the room at all the attractive female forms stretching and straining around me was hardly terrible. In fact, as I looked over at Alicia with her midriff starting to show as her shirt rode up in Downward dog I couldn’t help but get a little turned on.

This went on for a few weeks. I would drive over to Alicia’s house and pick her up, already dressed in our flimsy pajama pants and drive over to yoga. At this time, I was single and Alicia was dating this guy I couldn’t stand. He probably wasn’t really all that bad, but I was definitely jealous. He had this pretentious sort of way about him that just pissed me off. I just couldn’t stand the idea of someone else kissing her, touching her body and doing all the things I wanted to do with her.

On the way home from Yoga class one week, Alicia seemed a little agitated. I could tell she was upset about something. I looked at her from where I was sitting in the driver’s seat, and she was quiet – just staring ahead, her ice blue eyes unfocused and lips slightly parted.

“Everything all right? You seem a little spacier than usual.” I asked her.

“Ugh! It’s just that Mike is pissing me off so much anymore. He seems more interested in hanging out with my stupid brother than me.”

Mike and Alicia’s brother had started playing together in a rock band, and had been spending a lot of time practicing and rehearsing lately. The only problem with this was that the band was seeming to replace Alicia in Mike’s life, and he wasn’t making much time for her.

As I looked over at her, I could see that her eyes were a little red and I thought I might have seen the beginning of tears coming out of them.

“Hey, it’s ok – he’s crazy if he doesn’t see how awesome and beautiful you are. He should want to spend every free moment with you.”

Just then I pulled the car into her driveway and shifted to park.

“Aw, thanks Joe you’re such a sweetheart! I’m so glad I have real friends like you to talk to and that actually want to spend time with me!”

She turned in the car seat to face me and gave me a hug. I reached around and gave her a good squeeze, my head on her shoulder I could smell something floral and delicious. I turned my head slightly and without either of us really meaning to, our lips met and we kissed.

The contact of her lips on mine felt like fire spreading through my body, and as we continued to kiss I pulled her in tighter. I felt her Macunköy Escort lips begin to part, and our tongues met in the middle, exploring and twirling around each other. Being 18 and a boiling cauldron of hormones, I was beginning to sport a pretty fierce erection in my thin pajama pants, tenting the fabric up obscenely.

I felt Alicia’s hand drop to my inner thigh and it grazed against my erection as she broke off the kiss, looking down.

“Wow!” She said, “Did I make this happen?”

Her hand glided up and down my crotch, sliding the thin material over my straining member. It felt heavenly, and was exactly what I had wanted for about 4 years now. Ever the tease, she pulled away and looked toward her house.

“I should probably get inside before my mom wonders what I’m doing sitting in the driveway so long. See you tomorrow in school?”

“Sounds good” I said. “Try and relax, I’ll see you tomorrow – call me if you need anything.”

With that, she ran towards the house and opened the door smiling and waving as she entered the house.

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Over the course of the next week, Alicia pretended that nothing had really happened between us. This was pretty infuriating for me, since any time I was around her I was basically a walking hard on. She might not have been the prettiest or sexiest girl in school, but something about her just got my motor running.

I visited her ceramics class once while I had study hall, and as we sat next to each other working with clay she let her right hand dangle down below the table and tickle the inside of my thigh, teasing me terribly. When the bell finally rang, I had wait several minutes for my boner to deflate before leaving for my next class.

Soon it was that time of the week again, and I was getting ready to drive over to Alicia’s house and pick her up for yoga.

As I sat in her driveway waiting for her to come out, it was hard not to feel some excitement tingling through my body, wondering if maybe what happened last week would repeat itself. I saw the door open, and she came out in her thin loose fitting pants and a tank top. She looked gorgeous I thought.

All through yoga class I was fighting arousal, all the women in compromising positions around me – and Alicia herself splayed out in various poses, her cute little ass in the air, and her shirt riding up as she bent over. A hint of her precious little breasts and nipples poking through the fabric of her tank top.

Thankfully, it’s pretty hard to maintain an erection while you are doing yoga as you are also pretty distracted by holding all of these difficult poses. But at one point when I was failing to control it standing in mountain pose, my dick poking a tent in the fabric of my pants I looked over and made eye contact with Alicia and she looked down at my crotch, then back up to my eyes and winked.

As we were driving home she looked over to me and said “So what got you so hot and bothered in class back there? It looked like your little friend was getting excited.”

“I know it’s hard for you to believe Alicia, but seeing you and all those other women stretched out in class today just got my imagination running, thinking of all the nasty things I want to do.”

“Nasty things you’d like to do huh? To who, me? You dirty boy!”

I swung the car onto her street and a few seconds later into her driveway.

“Do want to come in and hang out for a little while? My parents are gone for a few hours, and my brother is at band practice.”

“Sure!” I said, opening my car door and walking up the driveway with her to her house. I won’t lie, electricity was flooding my body with excitement. It wasn’t very often that I’d gotten to hang out with Alicia (or almost any girl really at this point) alone in their room. That was always the problem with dating in High School, a total lack of privacy.

We went into her room, grabbing a glass of water on the way. When we got there, Alicia put some music on and we sat talking on her bed for a while. After a few minutes of conversation she said

“Ugh! My back and shoulders feel so tight from all those yoga poses, would you mind giving me back rub Joe?”

I’ve thankfully been blessed with the skill of gifted hands. Maybe because I’d always been a musician, but massage and touching always came easily to me, so of course I quickly agreed. I would take any excuse to lay hands on this beautiful angel!

“Um, sure Alicia – why don’t you lay down on your stomach, and I can sit over you to give you a massage.”

She got herself situated comfortably on the bed, and I straddled her butt with my weight on my knees.

“Comfortable?” I asked.

“Very! Start with my shoulders if you don’t mind, they feel so tight!” She said.

So I started gliding my hands up and down the length of her back, with little pressure to start, Macunköy Escort Bayan and slowly worked up to the top of her shoulders where I began kneading the muscles there.

“Mmmmmmm, that feels so good!” She said as my hands continued to work the knots out of her shoulders. I moved a little lower to her shoulder blades and started putting some upwards pressure underneath them pushing on the fabric of her tank top.

“Is my shirt in the way? She asked

“Maybe just a little bit.” I said. “It always feels better when it’s skin to skin.”

“Here, hold on a second and I’ll take it off so you can do this right.” She said.

Not wanting to get in the way, I got off of her for a moment and she sat up and pulled her tank top over her head, leaving her in just her pajama pants and a bra. She lay back down on the bed.

I began to rub the bare skin of her back, starting at her lower back and slowly working my way back up. Her skin felt hot to the touch, and I could see her face with her eyes closed and lips slightly parted. As I made my way up her back, I encountered her bra straps and glided over them but caught one of my fingers just slightly on the strap as I passed over.

Without saying anything, she reached back and unhooked her bra clasp, and pulled off her bra, putting it to the side. I couldn’t believe that I was looking at Alicia’s totally naked back. I was getting pretty excited by this point, and was rock hard in my pants. Thankfully I was pretty sure the way I was sitting on her she couldn’t tell the massive erection that was sticking out from my body.

I continued to rub her back in long swoops and curls, following its contours and curves, letting my fingers spread wide and trail along her sides in long uninterupted lines.With each pass, I would let my fingers go a little lower until I was grazing the sides of her breasts.

I could see that she was enjoying the attention when on the next pass I again grazed her under and side boob and she let out a slight gasp. This is when I got off of her, and decided to be bold, saying:

“Why don’t you flip over and we’ll do the front next.”

She hesitated for a moment, clearly thinking about how this would expose her cute little breasts to me for the first time, but eventually decided, and slowly flipped over a little nervously.

All of a sudden, I was looking at the naked upper body of my best friend laid out in front of me. Her perky little a cups pointing at me, the nipples already hard and poking out like pencil erasers.

I kneeled next to her and starting running my hands all over her body again, tracing lines down her arms lightly, and back up and around her breasts and tracing little circles around her pierced belly button. I cupped her breasts and she closed her eyes and let out an almost inaudible moan. I ran my palms over her nipples and gave a little squeeze which she also seemed to enjoy.

One hand on her breast, I lay down next to her and planted a kiss right on her lips. They parted and we started to explore each other’s mouth with our tongues. My hand continued to explore her body as we kissed deeply, flirting with the edge of her pants and then back up to her breast. The third or fourth time, I pressed the tips of my fingers into her lower belly and slipped my hand under the waistband of her pants – continuing to slide my fingers down until I could feel her patch of down and kept sliding lower until my middle finger slid between the lips of her pussy.

This was all a dream come true for me – to be honest my experience with women up to this point had been pretty limited. We were both still virgins at this moment, and I had only ever fingered two other girls.

I slid my finger down her silken folds and she bucked her hips a little bit into my hand, obviously enjoying the sensations. I moved in little circles near the top of her entrance, feeling a little nub that must have been her clitoris, from what I had read.

I could feel that she was excited, and when I dipped my finger lower still, her pussy was slippery with wetness and arousal, my middle finger sliding right into her. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamp like a vice around my finger and she broke our kiss for a moment.

“God Joe, that feels sooo good. Don’t stop.”

As i continued to probe and explore her with my fingers, her hand came under my shirt and ran over my chest, digging her nails lightly into me. My erection was pressed into her thigh as we continued to explore each other’s bodies.

All of a sudden I could feel her hand slide under the waistband of my pants and her fingers wrap around my cock tightly. It felt so unbelievably good that I just about came right then and there. For a few more minutes that felt like forever, I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her very wet pussy while she slowly and teasingly stroked my cock. Eventually I felt her body start to tighten up and shake while she made a little squeak Escort Macunköy and was rocked by a powerful orgasm.

“Wow, that was AMAZING. I can’t believe how good that felt.” She said to me, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply.

“Why do you still have so much clothing on?” She asked me. “Take those off! And I’ll get these pants off too.”

I couldn’t believe my good luck, as she pulled off her pants and panties as I took off my shirt, pants and boxers – leaving us both naked, her with her red hair and thin body and small patch of red fuzz between her legs, me with my muscled body and rock hard dick sticking obscenely into the air.

“I feel like I should return the favor.” She said as she pushed me back onto her pillows and lowered herself to her knees and elbows below me, putting her head right in line with my member. Her eyes were glued to me and she looked up at me questioningly for a moment.

“Your penis doesn’t look like Mike’s” She said.

“Well, I’m hoping it’s a little bigger?” I laughed, knowing that although I am not huge, that my 6 inches was at least decently average, and pretty thick and girthy.

“Yes, it is a bit bigger, but I mean why does the tip look like that?” She asked as she slid her hand up and down my shaft a few times a little bead of pre-cum leaking out the tip.

“Oh, um well I’m uncircumcised you see. Most guys in the US have their foreskin removed when they are babies, but I still have mine. So it has that little turtleneck you see. You can pull it back and it will uncover the head if you want, it actually feels really good when you do that.”

“Oh cool!” She said as she peeled back the foreskin to reveal my glans, and then pushed it back up again a few times.

“Mmmmmmm…” I moaned with my head thrown back and eyes closing momentarily.

“Sounds like it must feel good” she said making eye contact with me “Now let me know how THIS feels..”

I looked down my chest at her as she slowly stuck out her tongue and licked up my shaft and swirled her tongue around the the sensitive tip of my penis, lapping up the small amount of fluid leaking from it. The feeling was downright magical, and she slowly repeated the process a few more times keeping eye contact with me the whole time.

“Does that feel good?” She asked. “I’ve only done this for Mike once and he never really gave me any feedback.”

“Alicia, that feels so good I can’t even believe it. No one has ever done this for me before it’s amazing”

“Then I bet you’ll like this too!” She said as she pulled back my foreskin and started sucking on the tip of my cock.

Slowly she started working more and more of my penis inside her mouth and then slid back up almost letting it pop out of her mouth before plunging back down almost to the base, then back out this time rubbing the tip against the inside of her cheek. Her mouth felt moist and warm and phenomenally good as it continued its journey sliding up and down my cock.

After a few minutes of this I felt my orgasm boiling up from my balls and I warned Alicia that I was about to come. She just kept sucking my dick until my whole body started to spasm, my hips bucking upwards uncontrollably as an intense wave of pleasure washed over me and my penis erupted into her mouth. She reacted by taking even more of me into her mouth and making eye contact with me as she sucked even harder as I spurted my seed into her waiting throat.

“Oh my god Alicia, thank you that was amazing! I’ve never felt anything like that!” I said to her as she pulled her mouth of my penis with an audible *POP!* and smiled up at me.

“You don’t have to thank me, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” She said slyly, and she crawled up next to me and kissed me on the mouth.

We kissed passionately for a few more minutes, her legs wrapped around one of my thighs, I could feel how aroused she was from sucking me off, her pussy felt wet and slippery on my leg.

I broke our kiss and pushed her onto her her back with her head on her pillows, starting to slowly kiss her neck, and then her chest, breasts and stomach. I circled my tongue around her belly button and kept creeping lower and she spread her legs.

Her beautiful ginger pussy in front of me, I was slightly starstruck never having been so close to female genitalia before, it seemed like a beautiful flower whose petals were opening up right in front of me. I kissed a line up her inner thigh and then down the other and she let a sigh out as I licked back up and then down the crease of where her leg met her body.

“Please..” She said.

Not needing any more encouragement, I gave one long lick from the bottom of her slit to the top, and then back down again. She moaned with obvious pleasure. I licked from bottom to top again but paused at the top, licking small circles around her clitoris and then down again.

“Oh god!” She exclaimed.

Just the fact that she was enjoying herself so much was starting to turn me on again, and I could feel my penis stiffening between my legs.

I continued my tongue lashing, darting it as deeply as I could into her wet folds and twirling it around, lapping up her juices. She was pressing her hips into me as much as she could trying to get as much contact as possible.

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I could see he was agitated when he came home tonight so I was apprehensive of telling him I had been playing online today. I had been keeping this particular fantasy under wraps, even from my open minded husband. He knows how taboo things turn me on but I was worried that even he would be shocked.

Our marriage has evolved over time, from mind blowing vanilla sex, to now, open relationship. Between us anything goes, and it is amazing. I needed to tell him tho, full disclosure is our cardinal rule. So over a glass of wine, I looked at the man I love and told him every dirty detail of the conversation I had with “sir”.

I don’t even know his name, nor do I want to, sir is just fine with me. I was a bit embarrassed when al said to me ‘your cheeks and chest are getting pink. You’re getting wet telling me about this aren’t you?’ I couldn’t deny that my panties were soaking wet, nor that my tight little slit was starting to spasm as I talked about ‘sir’. When he called me out, I was slightly ashamed. I wondered if he would be upset, or even repulsed by how excited I was by this.

After a few quiet moments he stretched out on the bed and told me to come to him. I kneeled beside him and dipped down to kiss him, but his hand shot up and caught my throat. Squeezing a little too hard he pulled my ear to his mouth and in a voice that could only be called hissing he said Karşıyaka Escort ‘if you are going to let someone dominate you on the side, you will be a whore for me. Do you understand whore’ I could barely breathe, let alone answer so I tried my best to nod.

He shoved me backward grabbing my wrist as he released my throat. He ordered me to strip and return with my hands behind my back. In all the years with this man, this was all new. He never acted this way, I was a little scared. And I was very turned on. I had suggested a few times that I would love to be his whore but he is a bit too reserved for that. A bit too respectful, until now.

With my hands on the round cheeks of my ass I crept back naked and exposed. He forced his hand between my legs and felt my slick hole. He laughed at me arrogantly ‘you really are a fucking slut wife’. ‘turn to the left’ as I did he roughly grabbed my wrists securing them behind my back. Still holding my wrists he pushed me down face first on the crotch of his pants. ‘Take my cock out’ as I struggled to open the belt button and zipper he slapped my face ‘faster whore’ when I finally got to the last layer I pulled his boxers with my teeth freeing his beautiful flaccid member.

He used his free hand to release his belt from his pants, pulling it in one fluid motion. I nuzzled his soft cock purring Karşıyaka Escort Bayan against his balls. His belt struck my bottom leaving a fire hot trail in its wake. ‘ Suck it whore and make it hard’ pulling his cock in my mouth I almost lost my balance. I worked my tongue and lips on his cock crying out against it each time his belt fell. My ass and thighs were red and burning but I ignored it sucking the half hard cock that filled my mouth. When his belt found my pussy it felt so good, he was rubbing the edge up and down my slit, but as soon as I wiggled against it he stopped. He slapped my pussy with the end of his belt sending a jolt thru me.

I had worked his cock fully hard now and he was bucking his hips, fucking my mouth. He dropped the belt and grabbed my hair, pulling me off his cock he tossed me aside. As he stood up he grabbed the belt again, by my hair he pulled me to the edge of the bed forcing me to kneel there. Using small slaps with the belt he urged my knees wide, he shoved my head forward face first into the bed. ‘Hands behind your back whore’. Crack, the belt found my sensitive puckered asshole, over and over it found its mark.

His cock entered my tight little cunt furiously, pushing balls deep inside me. He drew the belt across my asshole in a tantalizing way rubbing and biting. I came in a gushing Escort Karşıyaka frenzy bucking against his cock. The belt bit my ass once more ‘you like that don’t you whore?’ I could only nod. The belt dropped at the same moment my wrists were released. His hands were kneading my ass as he pounded my pussy. My orgasm started to build again I pushed my hips into him and he slapped me hard. ‘Be still’.

I knew he was finding his Rhythm when his palm rested on my tail bone. Harder he pushed in to me, then pulling all the way out, teasing me with the fat head of his cock. My pussy was begging for him, I pushed my hips back slightly, suddenly his hand moved and his thumb was raping my ass. His cock pounding me in rhythm with his thumb had me cumming in no time.

He pushed me forward off his cock roughly, ‘on your knees whore’ I scrambled on to the floor in front of him, opening my mouth to take his cock. He slapped my face and told me to wait. ‘Open your whore mouth and don’t close it until your told’ he was jerking off I front of me and I wanted to gobble him down. When he shoved it in my mouth I gagged, but he was not stopping. Both hands on my head he fucked my throat. Right before he came he pulled out once again jerking off ‘stick out your tongue whore’ I happily complied, I wanted to milk his amazing cock. He pressed his fat head on the tip of my tongue and let go, pumping load after load of creamy cum onto my waiting tongue. I savored every drop as he tipped my chin up. He was watching his huge load slide down my throat! He patted my head and told me I was a good little whore before walking out, leaving me dripping swollen and more satisfied than I have ever been in my life.

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A Series of Firsts – Part 3

As Julie lay on the bed in her hotel room having just pleasured herself, she sleepily looked back on the last few days. She had gone from a faithful girlfriend to Fred to, lets face it, a whore. She wondered why she felt no guilt, no remorse. She had her pussy eaten for the first time by her twice-her-age boss. She had sucked her first cock, followed the next day by two more. She had gone to a clothing optional beach and gotten nude in public. And oh, by the way, sucked a stranger’s cock while getting fucked by her other boss on the same beach! She was definitely behaving like she and the other girls back in high school would have called a whore! And, the truth was, she loved it, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Waking with a start, she realized she was famished.

“Damn! It’s seven o’clock and I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”

Showering quickly, she slips on a pair of shorts over her lacy panties and sleeveless silk v-neck blouse, no bra needed.

Not wanting to eat in the big main dining room, Julie goes to the beach side snack bar.

Half way through her burger, the captain from the catamaran slide onto the bar stool next to her.

“Hello senorita!” it’s great to see you again and looking as lovely as ever!”

He is wearing a tight white polo that emphasizes both his muscular build and his smooth black skin.

“Thank you!” Julie answers.

“I really enjoyed the boat ride. Your crew and you did a great job!”

“Gracias, senorita…..?” he thanks her questioningly.

“Julie!” she responds.

“And I am Enrique!”

Gesturing at a table on the other side of the bar, he asks Julie if she would like to join his group.

Seated at the large table, Julie sees two women and four men, appearing to be in their 20’s.

Why not, she thinks.

“Thanks! I would love to!”

She charges her dinner and drink to the room and walks over to the table with Enrique. They make room for her as Enrique slides a chair next to him for Julie to sit on. Ordering a round of drinks for the table, Enrique introduces Julie to everyone there. Julie recognizes two of the men as crewmen from the boat. Everyone is friendly and an hour passes quickly. One of the girls suggests that they go to a nearby club that has music and dancing. At first Julie is hesitant, but when Enrique promises to bring her back to the hotel, she readily agrees.

One of the other men works at the hotel so has the use of a transporter van. Everyone except one of the crewman pile it. Enrique explains to Julie that he will follow in Enrique’s car in case Julie wants to leave before the others.

“You are such a gentleman!” exclaims Julie to Enrique, squeezing his arm.

Arriving at the club, the bouncer at the door greets Enrique with a hug and leads them to a long table he has saved for them.

Soon the drinks are flowing. The music is hot as is the club. Julie dances with the two crewman repeatedly. Her body is moist with sweat, making it apparent she is bra-less. Julie doesn’t seem to notice. Nor does she seem to notice Enrique’s large hand caressing her bare thigh.

When a slow song is heard, Enrique finally asks her to İvedik Escort dance.

As they dance close together, Julie is aware of how solid Enrique is. She is also aware of the bulge in his pants.

Returning to the table, they find another round of shots waiting for them.

After the shots are drunk, Enrique invites everyone back to his house.

“I’ve arranged a little late-night entertainment!” he tells everyone. To Julie he says,

“Would you like to return to the hotel now?”

Julie, having a great time and not ready to go back to her room, says,

“Absolutely not! I want to party some more!”

Smiling broadly, Enrique says something in Spanish to the guy who drove the van.

Turning to Julie, he says, “It’s settled then! Juan, Pablo, you and I will take my car. The others will follow in the van!”

Leaving the club, Julie joins Enrique in the front seats of his car while Pablo and Juan jump into the back.

After a 15 minute drive, they turn off the paved road and continue down a dirt road about a quarter mile to a dark house.

Enrique leads them in, turning on the lights, illuminating a living room with a couch and a couple of chairs.

Enrique grabs a bottle of some un-identifiable liquor which he passes around.

After taking a swig, Julie asks, “What’s the entertainment?”

Reaching over and roughly grabbing one of her tits, Enrique says “You are, puta!”

“I want to go back to the hotel!” Julie demands.

Laughing, Enrique tells her, “You will. Later.”

Julie lunges toward the door. She is intercepted by Juan, who pulls her arms behind her.

She screams “Let me go!”

When she does, all three men laugh.

“No one can hear you, puta. Scream all you want.” Enrique tells her.

“Besides, everyone heard you say that you wanted to party!” Enrique smiles as he reaches under Julie’s blouse with both hands to pull on her nipples, causing Julie to squirm.

“Also, everyone knows that you sucked Juan’s cock on the nude beach while your friend fucked you!” says Enrique, slowly opening Julie’s shorts.

Julie continues to struggle as Enrique reaches into her shorts and rubs her clit. Julie gasps.

Enrique speaks in Spanish to Pablo, who laughs as he pulls Julie’s blouse over her head to the back of her neck, pinning her arms back even more and exposing her firm tits. Her nipples are hard and jutting straight out.

Continuing to rub her clit, Enrique slaps Julie’s tits a few times with his free hand. Julie is more surprised than hurt by this assault on her breasts. She gasps…….whispering “Please”

Still rubbing her clit, Enrique flicks one, then the next of Julie’s nipples with his tongue.

“Please what? he asks Julie.

“Please slap my tits a few more times?” he questions while slapping them.

An audible intake of breath escapes Julie, who is slowly getting turned on by her “predicament”.

“Please take my shorts off?” he queries, telling Pablo to do so, all the while rubbing Julie’s clit.

Pablo pulls Julie’s shorts down to her ankles, where Julie voluntarily steps out of them.

“Very nice! Nice, tight round ass, İvedik Escort Bayan shaved pussy! Only puta’s shave their pussy!” Enrique proclaims, Pablo and Juan agreeing.

Julie is moaning, her clit engorged, pushing back against Enrique’s hand.

Enrique is accomplished when it comes to having his way with tourists, old and young, married or not. He thinks he knows what this one needs. And it is what he enjoys the most.

He takes his finger from Julie’s clit. She whines in disappointment.

Yanking Julie’s head back by her hair, he kisses her, forcing his tongue into her mouth while tugging on one of her nipples. When she tongues him back, he is sure of what she wants.

He steps back, removing his shirt and telling Pablo to have a taste. Pablo lowers his head and sucks on Julie’s nipples while he uses his finger to penetrate her moist pussy.

Enrique kicks off his shoes, removes his belt and drops his pants to the floor, kicking them away. Julie looks at the now naked Enrique and licks her lips. His muscular black form is enhanced by the biggest cock Julie has ever seen.

Smiling, Enrique loops his belt around Julie’s neck.

“I like my putas on a leash. Now get on your knees!”

Her arms still pinned behind her, Julie awkwardly lowers herself to her knees. Enrique steps forward, holding his cock to Julie’s lips and without being told, Julie begins to suck it.

“Release her arms” tells Juan. Juan complies, pulling Julie’s blouse off.

Stepping back, Enrique says “I’ll be more comfortable sitting” as he backs toward the couch, pulling Julie along. Julie’ for her part, is forced to follow like a dog on a leash.

Sitting down, Enrique draws Julie’s mouth back to his cock. Caressing it with one hand, she begins to make love to Enrique’s big black dick.

While not the best blow job he’s ever gotten, Enrique is enjoying this young white girl turning into his cock whore.

Behind her, Pablo and Juan have already disrobed. They will get her cunt before Enrique because past experience has shown that he will stretch her.

Juan kneels behind Julie and slowly pushes his cock into her. She momentarily picks her head up, but enjoying the sensation of her hungry cunt being finally filled, she gets back to the task at hand.

With a firm grip on Julie’s hips, Juan is pumping away. He doesn’t last long, pouring his seed into Julie.

He’s quickly replaced by Pablo who saws slowly in and out, reaching under Julie to play with her tits.

Juan uses a towel to clean his cock, then retrieves his phone from his pocket and starts to record the live porn scene unfolding before him.

Not wanting to cum just yet, Enrique lifts Julie’s head off his cock and tells her to lick his balls.

The sluttiness of what she is doing so excites Julie that she finally cums.

Pablo picks up the pace, smacking Julie’s ass, then gripping her hips tightly, adds his load to her pussy.

As he pulls out, Enrique pulls on the belt, telling Julie,

“Stand up puta!”

Stroking himself, he asks Julie as she stands,

“Do you want to leave now puta?”

Julie, staring spellbound at Enrique’s Escort İvedik large black rod, shakes her head no.

“Would you like to fuck you?” Enrique asks.

“Yes!” replies Julie, soliciting a chuckle from both Pablo and Juan, who have seen this act unfold many times before.

“Then clean the cum out of your cunt, puta!” Enrique demands.

Julie takes a step toward where Juan has tossed the towel.

Enrique yanks the belt/leash.

“Use your hand puta! Then lick it”

When she hesitates, Pablo smacks her ass.

Getting the message, Julie uses her fingers to scoop the goo and licks it, making a show of licking it off each individual finger, smiling seductively.

“Come here, puta” Enrique says, patting his thighs.

Lowering herself slowly onto Enrique’s thick, black shaft, Julie emits a loud “Ahhhhh”

“Oh my god!” she gasps as Enrique pushes up into her.

” Oh god! Oh god! Oh FUCK!” Julie intones, her voice rising to a yell with the last word.

She slides up and down the thick black joy stick she is riding, leaning back, pulling on her nipples, eyes shut.

With Julie still impaled on his rod, Enrique stands, holding Julie by her waist. Julie wraps her arms and her legs around him to hold on.

Enrique pushes her against the wall and fucks her like a pile driver. Julie is in the throes of what seems like a constant orgasm, continuously panting, until finally screaming out as the climax rips through her.

Enrique stiffens, grunts mightily, then cums with a roar. He backs out. Julie slides down the wall, sitting on the floor, prodigious amounts of cum leaking from her now gaping pussy.

Enrique bends next to her and says,

“Well puta! Was that entertaining?”

Completely spent, Julie nods.

Juan stops recording. Snaps one more pic of Julie.

Enrique retrieves Julie’s clothes and tosses them at her.

“The bathroom is there. Clean yourself and Pablo will drive you back to the hotel.”

Julie stands and goes to “freshen up” the best she can. In the bathroom, she decides to shower. Locking the door, she runs the water then showers.

While she is in the shower, her cell phone buzzes on the table where she has left it. Pablo looks at it. It is a text from someone labeled Fred BBF. He shows it to Enrique, who reads the text and laughs.

“Her boyfriend wants to know if she is enjoying herself at the conference. Send him a still of her riding me and say,

“Very much!”

All three laugh.

As soon as the reply is sent, the phone begins to buzz with an incoming call from Fred. Since Julie has not returned from the shower it goes into voicemail. Pablo returns it to the table.

Julie emerges from the bathroom freshly showered and walks to where Enrique is seated.

“I’m here for two more days” she informs him.

Looking up at her he smiles.

” I have other putas to please, but I might be able to fuck you again. Come see me at the boat when you are ready.”

Pablo opens the door indicating it’s time for her to leave.

The short trip back to the resort is passed in silence.

When Julie gets to her room, she notices that she has a voice mail. Playing it back, she hears Fred asking,

“What the fuck?!? Who is that guy? You cheating slut! Here I am worried that you’re okay and you’re out getting laid! You whore!”

“Oh shit!” she thinks.

Calming down, she decides not to respond until the morning.

To be continued…….

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It was a typical sunny South African summer’s day, wishing that i was anywhere but being trapped in an executive management meeting discussing strategy and operational targets. The voices around me seemed to drone on and on as all and sundry used the opportunity to shine a light on their particular brilliance and innovative ideas.

I looked down from the 15th floor glass windows and could, in the distance, see a golf range and small dam – how i wished that i could just escape the corporate environment for one day and enjoy the warm sun on my face and the breeze blowing through my hair…

That was when i saw her! She quietly joined the meeting, the junior HR manager who was identified to work with me during the establishment of a new integrated services business department. I have studied her CV and had discussions with her peers and colleagues and knew that she was a professional and driven young lady. I guess this was her “big break” to establish her reputation and create a presence with the executive management team members.

She was introduced and joined us for tea, such a mining tradition! She was much younger than the rest of the team, had a slim body which was carefully hidden in her professional office attire and i was immediately attracted to the easy smile and her eyes which seemed to be alive with anticipation and shone like a bright brown gemstone.

It is now about 7 weeks later and we have had very little time for social interaction due to the grueling deadlines and the sheer amount of outcomes to be completed. It was a long week-end and neither of had the energy nor the luxury to return home as we still had some work Demetevler Escort to attend to.

I invited her to join me at a local restaurant, nothing fancy but the food was usually good and least you could hold a conversation without having to shout at your partner. I made one rule, no work to be discussed and i could actually see her relax knowing that there will be no awkward business questions.

We discussed our lives superficially, found out about each other’s hobbies, where we studied, what we like to do on weekends, where we went on holiday and such forth. Then, in stead of asking how she was coping with being away so long from her boyfriend i stated by accident “i guess our sex lives are quite shitty a the moment”!

I saw her physically jerk when she heard me, she blushed and did not know how to respond. It was not my intention to be so personal an i tried to apologize but she suddenly stopped me by putting her hand on my arm and saying that she agrees with me.

Phew! I nearly blew my career in 10 seconds i thought! Strangely, dinner was a quite relaxed experience and we bantered on till late at night and when i dropped her off her hotel (i had rented a small apartment to live in as i hate extended hotel living). I teased her to not think to much about her boyfriend. She blushed again but gave me a friendly hug.

A few weeks later we were again the only 2 team members in “town” during a weekend and we decided to have a late lunch and go catch a movie. Lunch was great, the movie was reasonable and we then went for drinks at a local pub. Much later and after really having a great time Escort Demetevler chatting and bantering we decided to leave. I held out my arm for her to hold on to when we left and she wrapped both he arms around my arm while walking; pulling it across her chest. I could feel the warmth of her small perky breasts and softness of her as we walked to the car.

During the trip to her hotel we passed my apartment and i invited her in for a night cap which she accepted as the following day was a Sunday and we could relax .

We spontaneously continued our discussion while enjoying some really great red wine and listening to music while sitting on the patio looking out on the natural scenery of the high-veld bush. I will never know what triggered it but then:

I found her standing in front of me, facing away from me with my hands softly caressing her breasts while kissing her, feeling her soft buttocks softly pushing back against my hardness. Her hands helped me undo the buttons to her top and she slowly undid the front clasp while my fingers were slowly exploring the soft sexiness of her breasts and nipples which were quite prominent and a deep, rich color.

I felt her slip her one hand in between us and she tentatively touched my very hard cock through my pants before i felt her hand clasp on it hard and beginning to push her buttocks back against me more urgently. I found the button to her skirt and it slowly dropped to the floor. Oh what heaven to see and be able to feel that sexy warm body dressed only in a sheer white g-string!

I reached in between us, undid my pants and felt her pull me from Demetevler Escort Bayan my briefs, softly tugging on me and rubbing my cock on her cheeks. I was slowly slipping my one hand into her thong, exploring her really wet pussy while she slowly spread her legs to allow me reach further down and slowly enter her. She was panting, hell- we were both panting and by this time frantically rubbing, touching and feeling each other.

I bent my legs a tad while also pulling her shoulders forward and i could feel the exquisite warmth of her love channel slowly allowing me entry as she moved back on me. I nearly lost it a few times as she slowly took all of me into her and nature set a natural rhythm for us as we both pushed against each other and groped and kissed till i felt her shudder and heard a soft cry just before i was pulsing deep in her womanhood.

We stood like that, just leaning against each for a while and gently holding each other without saying a word. No awkwardness, no unnecessary words, no apologies, no mad scramble to cover up or get dressed – just a long soft lingering kiss.

We eventually went back inside, not bothering to dress and settled into bed. Waking up much later the next morning remains one of my best memories as we were less frantic and we spent hours exploring teasing and getting to know the pleasures of our bodies. I still dream of the feeling when i entered her, the feel of her hard nipples on my chest, the softness of her buttocks in my hands. The sound of her peaking to orgasm, the taste of her body and the look of ecstasy in her eyes. she trusted me totally and was relaxed and enjoyed fully the pleasures of our bodies. The first time she slowly sat down on me and i realized that i was not slipping into her pussy will be with me forever as will the times that we rushed “home” during lunch because we just could not wait for the evening!

I will always miss my french South African lady – you were the best “Merci”!

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‘Good god, she’s beautiful’, was my last thought, before closing my eyes.

Every breath was her.

The cotton material touched my lower lip, and for an instant I stopped breathing. For an instant; a beautiful tragedy.

She moved so slowly… or was it just my mind that moved in slow motion?

I exhaled, and I felt the warmth of my own breath reflected back. My lip pressed into the soft cushion of her covered mound.

I inhaled again, and when I tasted her scent in my mouth, my heart beat a little faster. I exhaled a shuddered breath.

She pressed further and met my upper lip.

My mind stopped working. I wanted to do nothing and everything at once.

She raised herself slightly, barely grazing the skin of my lips.

“Tell me a story,” she said softly, with an enticing combination of confidence and vulnerability. She moved her hips in such a way that her mound rolled my lower lip down and then released. “Lips.”

She shifted up and forward just long enough to indicate her second of three criteria. “Nose.”

Upon returning, “Tongue.” She Batıkent Escort lowered herself onto my whole open mouth.

I let out a slight, muffled whine as I exhaled through my nose.

“Shhhhhhhh,” so softly and slowly.

Oh god, when she does that… I grabbed her hips and put her where I needed her. I licked the material, discovering that it was already moistened. I gathered the flavor.

I kissed. I grazed with my teeth. I gently bit. Her sounds spurred me on, but soon, the material became agonizing. I wanted her skin.

I rolled us both and lay her on the bed. On my knees, I up-righted myself to take in the sight of her.

Her knees bent, in the air, apart. Her chest raised and lowered faster than normal. Her lips parted to accommodate her heavier breathing. Her eyes stared at me, begging.

I grabbed either side of her waistband with both hands and swiftly pulled them down her legs and off, throwing them aside to the floor.

I did not yet look at what I had just revealed. I relished the changes in her facial expressions. Batıkent Escort Bayan Excitement, surprise, urgency, lust, want. A hint of fear. Not of me, but of this looming unknown.

Continuing to watch, I pushed her knees further apart, and then moved my palms along her burning inner thighs. Her eyebrows danced. Her eye lids half closed briefly. Her sounds… were music.

I drew closer to her and moved my thumbs along the outer edge of her center. I applied pressure and pulled, separating her further. I did not need to see it to know. It was on her face. She was open and waiting. Desperately waiting.

I closed my eyes and plunged in. She inhaled a sharp whine as I buried my tongue inside her. I would not have settled for any other beginning than the fullest flavor of her, and I drank it with pleasure.

I lay on the bed before her and curled my arms under her thighs. Lapping, flicking and sucking.

“Yes”, she breathed as her right hand captured the back of my head.

I looked to see her head thrown back and teeth clenched. Escort Batıkent Her mouth opened but made no sound. Her lips created a variety of ever-changing shapes.

I moved my right hand to find her left one and interlaced our fingers. She gripped tightly.

Between strong exhaled whines, she undulated to grind herself against my face and mouth covered in her juice.

Suddenly, she froze and emitted a long cry that became shuddered. I quietly rejoiced in her satisfaction.

When she relaxed, I slowed my pace, then just gently cleaned the surface of her with my tongue as she lay collapsed and breathing heavily.

She put the back of her right hand on her forehead. “Holy shit,” she said in a breath.

I lifted myself on all fours and crawled over her. I kissed her neck and face and lips then neck again.

“Are you sure YOU’VE never done that before,” she asked, playfully recalling my past question regarding her own oral skills.

I moved my head over hers and looked into her eyes, smiling, “You’re not the only one who studied.”

She grabbed my face and pulled me to kiss once, twice, and pulled my head to her chest. I lowered my body onto hers and stayed in her embrace.

She was quiet a moment, while continuing to catch her breath and stroking the back of my head.

“I love the internet,” she said, off-handedly, and I let out a little laugh.

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The mistletoe was hanging from the ceiling; the Christmas tree was all light up. Christmas season was here, but Molly didn’t have what she wanted. She wanted to not be a virgin. She wanted Darrell to take her virginity for her, that Christmas, that very moment if possible. Who was Darrell? Well, Darrell was the love of her life, a love she thought she could never obtain. Darrell lived next door, all of her life. They were childhood friends. To Molly’s amazement, throughout their friendship, she had never shown Darrell her true feelings. On this night, the night before Christmas, Molly did what she did ever Christmas. She stared out her window, looking into Darrell’s window, wishing the same Christmas wish she had wished every year. She wished that this Christmas, her 26th one on this planet, he would take her virginity as she had always dreamt. This Christmas would be perfect. She had come into town from New York City to spend Christmas with her family.

But at the last minute, plans had changed. Her family decided to go to Arizona for Christmas for two weeks. Molly didn’t have that kind of time off so she decided that she’d still come home to Montana for Christmas and spend the holidays in the family house alone. It was much more Christmassy there in the house then in her drab New York City apartment. And she had Darrell next door, so she thought, but she hadn’t seen him since she returned home, just 3 days ago. She only had 2 days left after tomorrow before she had to return to New York City. Molly doubted that Darrell was home since she hadn’t heard from him at all. Hadn’t he mentioned that he wasn’t going to be home this Christmas? Molly couldn’t remember. It was hard for her to remember much that he said when she wasn’t swooning over him. Thank God they only talked online so that she wouldn’t be embarrassed. It was easier for her to hide her feelings online then it had been in real life lately.

Suddenly, there was movement in Darrell’s window. Was he there? Was he in the same room he had since he was a child? Molly shook her head. She was only dreaming. Molly looked up again and straight into the eyes of Darrell. He was there. He smiled at her when he caught her eye and waved. Suddenly the phone rang and Molly cursed as she turned away from the window to answer it. Normally she wouldn’t but it might be her parents checking up on her. They wanted her to come to Arizona with them badly but understood why she couldn’t.

“Hi Molly. I didn’t realize you were home this Christmas or I would of called sooner than just now. I thought you went to Arizona with your folks.” It was Darrell. Molly smiled to herself and was so glad now that she had picked up the phone instead of ignoring it like she had wanted to.

“No. I’m home, alone, this Christmas. I don’t have the time off to go to Arizona with my parents this year so I’m spending Christmas alone at home instead of alone in my apartment in New York City. This is more Christmassy then my New York apartment,” replied Molly. “I thought you weren’t here this year. I thought you were spending Christmas with Stacy’s parents.”

“Umm,” Darrell replied, “Stacy broke up with me in July. I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you much lately or let you know. It just hurt so badly. She broke up with me to be with a co-worker of mine. I escaped Albany to escape them.”

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry Darrell.” Molly replied, though smiling through her heartbreaking for him. She knew how much Darrell cared and loved Stacy.

“It’s okay. My parents are here doting over me and I’m starting to hate it. They told me just now that they weren’t sure if you were with your parents or not. I told them if you were home alone, I’d like to spend it with you so you wouldn’t be. Please help me escape them. They are driving me nuts. Can Income over?”

“Of course you can come over Darrell! You didn’t even have to ask,” Molly exclaimed. Her heart danced in her chest. Could this be the night? Molly shook her head. She couldn’t take advantage of Darrell. He still sounded very hurt. Little did she know, Darrell was thinking differently.

Darrell’s relationship had started to go bad with Stacy so him finding out she was cheating on him wasn’t a real shock to him. He knew in his heart that she didn’t feel the way he felt towards her back. Finding out his boss was her lover that hurt bad. Darrell didn’t want Molly to know. He just didn’t and didn’t know why. Ever since things with Stacy started going bad and after finding out what Stacy had done, all Darrell had done was think about Molly. He found out that he still reacted the same way. He grew so hard and always ended up masturbating. Hell, he came better thinking off Molly then when he actually made love to Stacy, and Stacy was the one he loved. Coming over was a way for Darrell to find out Molly’s true feelings. He hoped that he was right that she actually liked him. This was going to be the Christmas that he’d find out one way or another.

After they hung up, Darrell told his parents he Yenikent Escort wasn’t going let Molly spend Christmas alone and that he’ll be over at her house instead of being with them. His parents didn’t object hoping that this will be the Christmas that they get together. They always thought Molly would be the perfect girl for Darrell.

Darrell came over and as soon as Molly opened the door, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her. He stepped back and admired how beautiful she was. He loved her but he would never admit that to himself, not now, not soon after he was hurt by a woman he thought he was going to marry. He was about to propose when things started to go sour with Stacy.

“Molly, you look stunning,” Darrell said as he stood back and admired her. Molly smiled.

“You look good too, Darrell,” Molly replied.

Molly led Darrell to the living room where the TV was ready to show It’s A Wonderful Life, Darrell’s favorite movie.

“I know you love this movie so I have it ready to go. Want anything to drink?” Molly asked Darrell.

“Got anything that will able us to celebrate Christmas?” Darrell replied.

“I got just what you want,” and with that Molly disappeared into the kitchen. Darrell sat down and waited Molly’s return, contemplating if he should make his move tonight or tomorrow. Molly came back with some Smirnoff Ice, a drink they both love, and turned on the movie. Before they realized it, both had a couple of drinks and had relaxed quite comfortably. Neither really watched the movie. They were too busy talking, talking abut everything, about their wants and desires. When the movie was over, they both went to bed, not quite sure of what had happened. Tomorrow would prove to be quite interesting.

The next day, Molly woke up thinking did they really talk about what they did. Did they really talk about sex and whether or not they were virgins? Molly couldn’t believe it. She just kept shaking her head and told herself never to drink that much when she was around Darrell. She was afraid of what she had and hadn’t said. She’d find out soon because there was Darrell in her doorway in his boxers, smiling slyly.

“Hi Molly,” Darrell said shyly, “I hope I didn’t offend you last night. I’m just shocked that you are still a virgin and sorry to say I’m not.”

Molly blushed and Darrell thought he just said something stupid. Maybe they hadn’t said what he thought they had said.

“So we did talk about sex,” Molly said as she looked up into Darrell’s eyes. “I thought I was dreaming. No, don’t be sorry. It’s okay. I kind of make people think I’m not a virgin. I actually wish you’d take my virginity.”

Molly stopped abruptly as she couldn’t believe she had just said that. She blushed and hid behind the blankets. Darrell’s jaw dropped. He must be dreaming. He looked at Molly to see that she was hiding and he wasn’t dreaming. She had said what he always wanted to hear. He went over to Molly and pulled the blankets away from her face and picked her face up so that she was looking into his eyes.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said softly and then kissed her on the lips. He stared into her eyes. “Secretly, I’ve always wanted to be with you. I’ve just never admitted it to myself till just recently. I think, no, I know that I’ve fallen in love with you a long time ago. If that is your Christmas wish, I would love to grant it.”

Molly smiled. “Please grant it,” and kissed him back.

“Then your wish is my command,” Darrell pressed a finger against Molly’s lips. “But only if I can do it my way. Stay here until I get you. I want this to be perfect.” And with that, Darrell went out the door, closing it with a sly smile and disappeared. Molly laid back, excited with anticipation. Her Christmas wish was finally, yes finally, coming true.

Darrell went down to the living room and put on a fire. He wanted to make love to Molly in front of the fire place and he wanted to do it now. He had to hurry before he burst and ruined it everything. He went to the guest room and got some blankets and pillows so that Molly would be comfortable. Then he lights some candles and stood back.

“Perfect,” Darrell thought, “this is just perfect for Molly.” With that, Darrell turned back and walked down the hallway and opened the door to Molly’s room. “Alrighty, are you ready?” Darrell said to Molly as he outstretched his hand to Molly.

“I’m ready,” Molly replied quietly as she stood up dropping the blanket to reveal Molly wearing only her underwear, just like Darrell. Molly went over to Darrell and took his hand.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take this as slow as you want. This is your Christmas present from me. I love you, Molly,” Darrell said and then kissed the top of her head as he picked Molly up into his arms. Darrell carried Molly over to the blankets and the pillows. He slowly went down onto his knees to gently place Molly on top of the pillows and blankets. He then laid down next to her and stared Yenikent Escort Bayan into her beautiful green eyes.

“You have such beautiful green eyes,” Darrell whispered as he brushed his hands through Molly’s hair. Molly stared back lovingly into his brown eyes.

“I love your eyes, Darrell, as I love you,” Molly replied as she leaned in to kiss him.

Darrell embraced Molly and they started to passionately kiss. His hands wandered and roamed all over Molly, feeling every inch of skin that she had, wanting to touch every part of her. Soon, Darrell’s kisses trailed down her neck and to the outline of her bra. He reached around and unclasped her bra. He slowly pulled the bra down revealing Molly’s breasts to him. Darrell smiled. They were lovely, full, and luscious, everything he imagined them to be.

Darrell soon began to kiss and nibble on Molly’s breasts. Molly laid her head back and moaned. She had never before felt such pleasure as that she was getting from Darrell now. “It must be because he’s my true love,” Molly thought. Now in bliss, Molly pulled Darrell’s face up to hers and kissed his lips, parting his lips so her tongue could explore his mouth. All the while her hands slowly made their way down her body to his boxers. She felt the outside of his boxers and felt the bulge that was forming there. She smiled as she kissed Darrell and began to rub the bulge through the boxers.

Darrell moaned in pleasure as he felt Molly’s hands against his bulge. His hands began to explore her body some more and down to her panties. He soon found the wetness between her legs and smiled. He was so glad that she was happy, that he was making her that happy.

Darrell continued on and slipped his hands into her panties so he could fully feel her wetness. He smiled as he began to slip a finger over her clit and gently rub it. Shivers ran through Molly’s body as she brought him closer to her body and delve her tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch of it. This was beyond her dreams. She enjoyed every minute of it and couldn’t imagine what would come the next moment.

Darrell slowly made his strokes over her clit faster and brought his other finger into pussy. He began to move his finger in and out of her hole, finger fucking her like she had never experienced before. His movements went faster as he felt her relax under his hands and pleasure filled her body more. He continuously moved his finger in and out of her hole while his other finger moved in a circular pattern over her clit, bringing her pure ecstasy. Darrell feels her come closer and closer to climax. He looks up to see Molly, her eyes closed, enjoying every moment of the pleasure that Darrell is giving her. Slowly, her orgasm comes over her in waves, a feeling she has never felt before. Darrell continued to stroke her clit as Molly came down from her orgasm and caught her breath. Molly looked over at Darrell who was now laying next to her, propped up on an elbow just looking down at her smiling.

“Thank you,” Molly spoke, “now I must repay you.”

Darrell was about to tell her she didn’t have to when she took his breath away. In one quick movement, her hand was down his pants and on his member. Darrell eyes began to widen as Molly began to stroke his semi-hard cock. She moved her hand up and down, slowly at first but quickly picking up her pace. Darrell was amazed. He never knew she was this good. He laid back on his back and enjoyed feeling Molly’s hand on his member that was quickly growing harder with ever stroke of her hand. Suddenly, Molly did something that had Darrell shaking in pleasure. As she moved her hand up and down his hard shaft, she began twisting her fist around his cock, giving Darrell double pleasure and bringing him closer to cumming.

Darrell moaned in pure pleasure. Molly looked up to see the pleasure and joy all over his face as he began to cum in his boxers. Molly never stopped stroking his shaft until she had fully milked him empty. Darrell slowly went soft in Molly’s hand. She leaned up and kissed him as he stroked his hands through her hair and smiled. They kissed deeply and passionately.

“Molly, where did you learn that?” Darrell asked.

“Oh, I’m not telling you. Just know that I’m not as innocent as I look,” replied Molly.

“Okay, but, I have one question.”

“And that would be….”

“Since you are not as innocent as you look, does that mean you are actually not a virgin?”

Molly sat up at that and looked away. Darrell quickly got up and put a hand on her shoulder, about to apologize when Molly shook her head and got up.

“No,” Molly replied as she looked out the window. She then turned and looked into his eyes as she said, “I haven’t lost my virginity yet. You are looking at the only 26 year old virgin left on this planet. Does that change your mind about being with me?” With that, tears began to streak down Molly’s face. “My only Christmas wish has always been to lose my virginity Escort Yenikent to you. I guess that’s not going to happen.”

While Molly turned away, Darrell got up off the bed and went over to her. He wrapped around her from behind and put his head on her shoulder. He gently kissed her neck as he whispered, “actually, I was hoping I would be the one to take your virginity. It’s always been a dream of mine and I would love to grant your Christmas wish tonight.” And with that, Darrell turned Molly around and planted a loving kiss on her lips. “Will you allow me to grant your Christmas wish?”

With tears still streaking down her cheeks, Molly smiled and replied softly, “Yes, Darrell, please grant me my Christmas wish. It would make this Christmas perfect.”

Without saying another word, Darrell picked Molly up and carried her over to her bed. He gently placed her down and laid down next to her while planting loving kisses on her lips and all over her face.

“I love you,” he whispered as his kisses trailed down her body.

“I love you too,” Molly replied as she lifted off the bed a little to allow Darrell to first unclasp her bra and then slowly take it off to reveal her breasts to him.

Darrell moved down her neck as he slowly revealed her breasts fully to him. As he nibbled at her tits, he slowly pulled off her panties. Suddenly, one thing came rushing to Darrell’s mind.

“Um, Molly, are you on any sort of pill?” Darrell asked.

“Hmm?” Molly looked up at Darrell quizzically.

Darrell felt embarrassed. Of course he would ruin the moment thinking of not wanting to get her pregnant right now. Stuttering, Darrell tried to find the right words to express his concern to Molly.

Darrell spoke awkwardly. “You…ah…know…birth control? I want this to be the perfect night for you but, I, um, don’t want to get you pregnant at the same time. Not on our first night together. Not only would your parents kill me, my parents would kill me.”

Molly relaxed and just smiled. “Well, no, I’m not on any birth control. But,” Molly said as she began to blush, “I do have some condoms in my suitcase.”

Darrell’s eyes got large. “You, a virgin, have condoms?”

“Hey!” Molly exclaimed, “I never knew when you’d come to your senses so I had to be prepared.” Molly pouted.

Darrell moved over as Molly went to get up. Molly got up and walked over to her suitcase. Darrell stared lovingly at Molly’s back as she dug her way through her suitcase that was by her dresser, her tight little as shaking to and fro as she searched her suitcase.

“There they are!” Molly exclaimed as she turned around and showed a handful of condoms to Darrell. “Think they’ll fit?”

“Let’s try it out,” and with that Darrell took one of the condoms Molly had in her outstretched hand and unwrapped it. Darrell put it on while Molly came to the bed and sat down. “Tis fits!” Darrell said smiling up at Molly. He reached over and kissed her. “Now where were we,” he said seductively.

Molly giggled and laid back as Darrell’s hands wandered down to once again slowly pull down her panties as he passionately kiss her. As he slowly moved her panties down, Darrell kissed down her body. He reached her stomach and pulled her panties fully off. He kissed up and down each leg before once again preceding back up her body. He spread her legs apart so that he could be in between them. A passionate kiss was shared between the lips as Darrell put his cock at her entrance.

He looked deeply into her eyes and asked, “Are you ready to lose your virginity?”

“Yes,” she responded and nervously added “please don’t let it hurt too much.”

“I’ll try my best,” and with that, Darrell slowly entered Molly, trying to cause as little pain as possible. He soon reached her virginal barrier and looked deeply into Molly’s eyes as he broke it. Molly let out a little gasp of pain as Darrell quickened his pace so that he was soon fully inside of her after he broke her barrier. He stayed there until her breathing evened out and she was used to the feeling of him being inside her. He then kissed her and whispered into her ear, “I love you, Molly.”

Darrell slowly started to thrust in and out of Molly, allowing Molly to get used to the sensation of his dick moving in and out of her. He was sure that he went slow, not knowing how Molly would react or how sensitive she was. He didn’t want her first time to be scary or painful. He wanted it to be perfect for her. Slowly, as he could feel Molly’s body reacting positively to his motions, he increased his speed. All the while, Darrell continued to passionately kiss and tongue Molly, making love not only to her body but to her lips too. He loved the feeling of having his cock move in and out of her tight pussy. God, how he loved how her tight pussy hugged every inch of his hard cock. It took everything in him not to explode after a couple of thrusts. It felt that good to him. He loved every minute of this and, after stealing a couple of glances between kisses at Molly’s face, he knew she was enjoying it too.

Small moans escaped Molly’s lips and felt good against Darrell’s as he kissed her lovingly. Slowly, Darrell quickened his pace. He felt Molly’s walls clutch at his cock as the waves of pleasure were building within her.

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