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Arriving at the beach a little after 8 a.m., John went over last minute checks on the boat he and Macy would sail in together. Teaching sailing lessons was second nature for the young man having grown up in a family that regularly sailed the Great Lakes. John knew his way around boats and easily got certified in his first couple days at the resort and soon he would share that experience with a woman who surpassed his wildest fantasies.

Rob, his supervisor, was there too to help him get the boat ready and “just make sure they got off without a hitch.” John may have been a virgin when it came to sex, but he knew Rob was only there because he was at the volleyball game and saw John and Macy together later that afternoon.

“I don’t know how you did it, newbie, but you may have just scored the finest pussy this resort will see all summer,” said the tall, black Jamaican with blue eyes and pearly white teeth. Rob worked part-time at the resort at studied mathematics at the nearby University of the West Indies. “Since I am your supervisor when it comes to matters of this sailing rig, if there’s something you can satisfy her with, just let me know I’d be glad to help.”

John just laughed as he stowed the survival box that included a first aid kit, a flare gun, bottled water, high-energy food and some other accessories for the half-day outing. Because they would sail to a tiny uninhabited island the resort leased, they didn’t need a lot of food since outfitters had already dropped off supplies to a well stocked cantina they would visit sometime around noon. Rob reminded him for the thousandth time that his cell phone would probably work if they got in trouble and to just wait until he arrived to “take over” he said with a booming laugh. John of course realized he was to some degree expendable, but a resort couldn’t afford to lose a paying customer. The damage to its reputation could doom the resort in a very competitive industry.

Together they pushed the Rhodes 19 sailboat down to the water, just as Macy arrived a few minutes after 9 a.m.

“Hi boys, hope I’m not late,” she said with a big smile on her face. Her blonde hair, which fell to the tops of her gorgeous 36DD breasts, flew freely in the light breeze. Those beautiful locks framed luminescent blue eyes and a very arousing smile. Both men took their time surveying this delectable piece of female flesh: 36DD-23-34. Of course a great rack, but then a tiny waist and just enough ass to dream of doing her doggy style. Well, at least Rob had that dream, John wasn’t aware of that position …

Yet.

She was “dressed,” if you called it that, in one of her barely there thongs and a big white T-shirt. She said the T-shirt would keep her warm as it might be a little chilly out away from land, though the air temperature was near 75, only a few degrees from the overnight low of 70. It would later get up into the mid-80s, under an cloudless sky. Warm air and warm water promised a beautiful day of sailing. Rob greeted her, and a bit to John’s annoyance seemed to linger in the hug he gave Macy a bit too long.

“Who’s your sexy friend John? Too bad this is a private cruise,” making no effort at all to conceal her interest in the tall black man.

To his credit Rob laughed, checked his watch then claimed he was late for a meeting. The things I do for this kid, he thought. Already his massive cock was nearly full erection just from the teasing Macy threw at it. With Rob gone, the two returned their attention to the boat. John inserted the rudder and soon they were skimming out into the brilliant greenish blue water. Macy told John she passed the sailing school there before, had her certification card, but just thought it would be best to go with a strong man who could control the boat better in case she got distracted.

“Besides, I may have to work on my tan at some point, and the last thing I want to do is pay attention to steering,” she added. “But first, I’m a bit superstitious and don’t want to see you lead this expedition without a kiss good luck.”

She brazenly took the lead and leaning into him kissed that sexy mouth of his a second time. She even did a little exploration with her tongue giving John his first lesson on pleasing a woman.

When John finally made it back to reality, about a minute later, he pointed out some safety issues and reminded her to be careful when the boom swung as it could easily knock either of them into the water.

“If that happens, I’m going to have to insist you put on a life jacket,” he said, hoping that wouldn’t happen and obstruct his view of her body. But just now he was more interested in maneuvering for another kiss.

They made good time as the boat handled well. Gradually the sea darkened in color as they cruised out into deeper water, perhaps 35 feet deep. John told her they would head to a small uninhabited island the resort leased from the Jamaican government. The island had a small bar and grill where guests could buy lunch mecidiyeköy eskort or dinner, but the rest of the island consisted of the romantic Caribbean beaches which drew tourists down here. Inland the shoreline rose up quickly to an extinct volcano with a couple waterfalls that spilled into refreshing pools of fresh water amid deep shade that offered a break from the brilliant white-sand beaches.

At one point, two dolphins kicked up from the depths and skimmed along beside the boat. But i’s speed really wasn’t impressive enough for the streamlined mammals and after tilting first one way then the other, the two males got a few looks at Macy then cruised off to find a sea turtle or something else to play with.

Although she liked sitting next to this sexy young man who was bare to the waist except for a gold chain around his strong neck, the last thing she wanted to do was sit around wasting time. There was way too much to teach this young man and if all went well, and she knew it would, there would be plenty of explosive orgasms for her. Since he was still rather timid, she decided it was time to get the seduction in gear. John had been rather particular about watching out for the boom and not getting swept over the side. So to avoid having to wear a life jacket, Holly did the next best thing and inquired about anything cold to drink. John said there was a cooler with some beer and a couple energy bars in case they have problems.

“Two beers coming right up,” she said. Of course she knew he’d try to get up and insist he get the drinks, but standing before him she used his momentum to rise to upset her balance. One moment she was on the deck, the next she screamed (all for effect of course!) and fell overboard.

The ocean wasn’t all that choppy so her life wasn’t in danger. Still, John freaked. He moved quickly to the main mast, grabbed the life ring and after paying out enough line tossed the ring about five feet past her.

“Grab the rope, and I’ll pull you in!” he yelled.

Macy splashed around a bit (more play acting on her part) then grasped the rope, followed by the ring that she clung too and let the strong young man pull her in. He got her around to the back and helped her aboard. Then, he dropped the mainsail and lowered the anchor. He was just turning around to ask her if she was OK when a sight confronted him that he wasn’t expecting.

Macy’s T-shirt was stuck to her body and now nearly transparent, it outlined her firm tits and erect nipples. John stood transfixed for a few moments as instant lust swept over him and he fell prey to her tantalizing treasures. Though he’d seen them the day before, the fact no one else was here added to his excitement. He wanted to go to her and … and what? How?

“Oh, I’m so cold, I need to get out of this freezing shirt!” She bent over and struggled out of the soaked cotton and still pretended to shiver. John wrapped his arms around her and hugged her to his chest. “John, could you grab a towel so I can dry off?”

As he turned to get the towel, Macy slid the tiny thong down her legs so when he turned around she was naked. The effect was near instantaneous — she could see his cock stiffen and poke the front of his shorts. Any other man who had been with a woman would have closed that gap in an instant, Macy realized with delight that John was too afraid of messing up to do anything.

For his part, this was the first time he’d gazed upon a woman’s pussy, other than in a skin magazine or on the Internet. And, not just a pussy, but a freshly shaved and smooth one! Even if he didn’t know what to do, his tongue did. It began to dance in his mouth in expectation of exploring that exotic grotto.

“John, your standing there doing nothing isn’t helping me warm up, but another kiss might help,” she instructed him. He fumbled a bit, and she giggled in response then sighed in satisfaction all to help set him at ease. She could feel her insides melt from the sweet feel of his lips on hers, she moaned into his mouth opening up to invite him in.

“MMMmmmm, Johnny thanks, you’re so hot against my skin, mmmm, please hold me and make me feel good all over,” she whispered to him as her tongue swept into his ear.

Being with a willing and seemingly pleased woman gave John a confidence he didn’t previously possess. Gathering her face delicately into his two hands he tilted her head up and to where he wanted her. His tongue flowed gracefully inside her mouth and danced across her teeth and then poked her tongue gently. As he did so, it was as if a loud announcement went off in his head telling him he was about to have sex for the first time!

“OK Babe, there are other places you can kiss and nibble. like my jaw, my neck, ears and even over and around my eyes. Just know this, the more you warm a woman up, the hotter and wetter sex will be when you finally get inside her.”

To a disciplined and determined mind like John’s, this was a call to learn and practice escort bayan everything her could to make Macy feel ecstatic.

She then poked her tongue along his jaw, landing light kisses that got him shivering when she located the nerve. Each little twinge sent a jolt through his system, and he sought out to deliver the same pleasure to her.

Macy then looked deep in John’s lust-fueled eyes and then held his wrist pulling his hand downward. Two splendid mounds of flesh awaited the arrival and excitement his hand would deliver. She continued to stare into his eyes feeling her arousal build knowing the feel of his fingers on her tits would move them past just kissing to the beginnings of foreplay. One hand settled in place as her mouth opened up and she sucked in some air. But the pleasure was short-lived, a groan followed as his touch was a bit too hard and insistent.

“Easy John, there will be a time to pinch and bite, but for now go easy, like this. She gathered his hand up again in her own and showed him how to lightly rake his fingers over her nipples. Remember you’re gradually warming me up, not sticking me in the microwave on high. That’s how men get ready for sex, women take a bit longer.”

With that he cupped and caressed her breasts, gently pulling on her nipples and rolling his fingers over the excited nubs. By this time he’d finished with her ears and was working down her neck: light kisses, blowing little puffs, light licks. A bit further and basic instinct kicked in as John’s head, as if remembering what it was like for him as a baby, slid down between her pendulous breasts kissing and licking as his hands continued on her nipples. Then his mouth strayed to one side, found that nourishing bud and began to suck on it as if he would draw milk from her through effort alone.

No milk issued, but the resulting heat that coursed through her body stoked her desire. She was no longer just instructing, she was now a full on participant. As the boat gently rocked side to side, John moved between her two nipples adding bolts of pleasure that triggered her first orgasm.

“Oh fuck John, oh you got me so hot for you, MMMM! Oh, this boat is so fucking hot. It’s motions almost feel like another lover holding me and rocking me to new heights. But then, that’s not all that’s fucking hot. She gazed into his eyes and purred, “Making out with a sexy young man who also listens well really turns me on!” Her sexually charged banter was in part fueled by the after-shocks of a wickedly good orgasm.

She then directed him to stand and be prepared to hold onto the mast for support. “John, your next lesson concerns learning to receive pleasure. This will help you know how to give and want to give pleasure in return. Just so you know, I am an expert cocksucker and my husband isn’t the only man who thinks so, she boasted and giggled again. She loved the times she felt slutty and didn’t mind letting others know how hot that made her.

She arranged their beach towels on the deck in front of him and got on her knees. Reaching up she unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down his well muscled legs, delighted to see that he was naked underneath and sporting a stiff erection whose one eye stared at her in expectation.

“I’m sure you know what oral sex is, has a girl ever sucked your cock before?” she inquired, knowing full well his answer would be he’d never been with a girl before. Macy just kind of knew, and finding out she wanted to do her best touchdown dance in celebration. Instead she kissed up the length of each leg from the knees up and then pressed her face into his crotch. John’s hard 7-incher was trapped against his body and her face as her hands cupped his ass. She loved this most basic of masculine scents inhaling deeply his musk.

She then began caressing his cock and balls while rubbing the head all over her face. Her affect on him was immediate as his cock leaked a bit of pre-cum onto her cheek. Macy was quick to scoop it up on a finger and stick in her mouth, relishing the taste. Next her lips and tongue began to work over his shaft as she really got into making love to his cock.

Thankful that the mast was beside him, John hung on as he felt little shivers throughout his body. Although he knew what an orgasm was, in a clinical sense from health class, the actual experience was foreign to him. All he knew at this point was these shivers of delight intensified as Macy became more entranced in her technique, such as moving a hand to caress and squeeze his ass and using the other to encircle and stroke his thick shaft. The main event of cock sucking would start soon, and John knew it wouldn’t be a long bout.

If a blowjob is this awesome, what could fucking feel like?

Macy made little mewling noises as her lips descended over his spongy helmet. This was one of her favorites parts of cocksucking when she first felt a man’s prick enter her mouth and assault her senses with his scent and taste. She loved the bayrampaşa escort thrill it gave her to feel his hard sausage move over and past her teeth as her pink tongue massaged the underside of his shaft. MMM, John’s cock tasted yummy!!! Her head began to bob up and down as she took a bit more of his warm quivering meat into her mouth, lubing it up good she relaxed her throat and eased down his shaft vacuuming him in all the way until her lips were nestled in his pubic hair.

Feeling the sensations of her throat milking his cock, John felt his knees go weak as his level of arousal climbed quickly toward his first major eruption. Releasing the mast, his fingers gathered her sexy blonde locks and he soon realized he was pulling on her head shoving his stiff cock deeper into her throat.

Macy began to hum a tune as she continued to suck on and deep throat his cock. Reaching down between her legs she decided on a little extra excitement. Coating her index finger from her frothy pussy, she waited for the right moment. In an instant, John felt the gain in sensitivity like each individual nerve ending in his cock head was shouting for release. Macy sensed it too feeling his head grow wide in her mouth. Soon!! She said, soon I’m be bathed in sweet, gooey cum!

For the rest of his life, he’d desperately search for the exquisite sensations that rocked his body to its foundations. At this point, he didn’t know how to hold back his orgasm, nor for that matter did he know if he could. But then Macy thrust her finger deep into John’s ass and that move triggered a frenzied response. As the river of semen boiled up from his balls and surged up his shaft, his body tensed to deliver the full force of a gut and mind wrenching orgasm

“AHhhhhh, GAWD!! … ooooo, I’m CUUUUUMMMMMmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggg!”

Macy took the first blast in her mouth then pulled his shaft out as subsequent eruptions plastered her cheeks, nose and hair; then sliding his magnificent cock head back inside she set about milking all the creamy spunk from his love muscle. What a huge load that poor young man was holding onto! She didn’t mind though as she continued to swallow his tasty cream, warming her stomach.

John’s cock was doubly alive now as the nerves shrieked their joy in realizing their first orgasm. Amazing aftershocks causes his body to nearly jackknife in two. His legs became a mass of jelly and he crumpled to the deck, Macy still sucking his hot appendage.

WOW! Oh fuck, that was … what was that, he thought. His mind, flooded with endorphins staggered like a drunken man. His gray matter attempting to process the momentary visit to heaven he just experienced. Contracting muscles in his groin continued to send twinges of delight racing out his cock head. That was fucking awesome, and he HAD to have some more!

Satisfied she milked all of his seed from his tasty cock, Macy finally allowed the still hard head to slide from her mouth. It trailed a string of semen and spit as if it didn’t want to leave Macy’s sexy mouth. She then crawled up his body to kiss him. Given her experience and absolute love of sucking cock, she held some of his cum in her mouth to share reveling in the wicked feeling it gave her to secretly pass John globs of his own semen.

That gift along with droplets of spunk on her face gave John his first taste of his own cum. To his surprise, he realized he not only liked it but he also enjoyed the slippery feel of the fluid. Macy didn’t even need to coach him on cleaning up his mess as he licked up his seed, then, like a honey bee coated in pollen returns to its hive, he moved over her mouth kissing her and sharing his latest mouthful.

“You’re a naughty boy John, feeding me your cum … so naughty and so sexy,” she said as she nestled into the muscles of his chest. For a while they lay together on the deck, naked bodies entwined for the first time as they laughed and talked a bit getting to know each other. He realized he really liked Macy, and it didn’t seem to him as if they were that different in age. However, his attention span was flagging, not so much because he didn’t enjoy her, but because basic physiology dominated his brain functions. Images flashed through his mind of his own facial contortions that arrived the first time he reached orgasm. Those images acted as the spark that ignited nerve impulses racing the body’s central nervous system super highway to the brain. The master sex organ processed this data and routed an appropriate response: John’s cock only slightly limp stiffened rapidly announcing it was ready to fuck.

“That was so fucking hot, I think I’m ready for the final exam — can you show me where to put this big guy?” he said, hefting his stiff cock while staring at her with lustful eyes.

“I’d love to show you that John, but first, I know you care about pleasing the woman you’re with, and I also know you wouldn’t want to fuck her without first giving something in return for what she just gave you. So, how would you like to learn how to eat my pussy?”

“Eat pussy? … he asked in a distracted tone that suggested his mind was still completely focused on thrusting his big dick into her tight cunt … “Uh, yeah, I … could do that … I suppose.”

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Her name was Robyn, but family and those who were close to her knew her as Bobbi, I had always called her Robyn. I guess I prefer a more formal approach. Bobbi had long dark hair quite like mine. Her eyes seemed as if though they were reflecting silver coins, a stunning greyish blue that when accompanied by a certain smirk of content one would know she had gotten her way. Tall, fit and confident Bobbi was everything to me that I was to her, she was my friend, she was my family, she was my competition… She was my twin sister.

Bobbi was born ahead of me. Which to me explained why she was always able to speak up for herself, make up her mind and get what she wanted. Full of confidence and always able to make choices that she stood by, I quietly became jealous of the strong personality I so longed to see in myself. Instead I was shy, always questioning myself, and always wanting to be more like her. I started to live vicariously through Bobbi’s actions, every night she would come home and tell me about her wild nights. The life of party, and the girl all the guys wanted, night after night She would bring men home and through the thin walls of our apartment I could hear her cries of pleasure. I don’t think she had realized I was still a virgin, why would she? And if she didn’t know that, then she would have no idea how often I pictured myself in her place, getting fucked every way possible,

“How do you do it?” i asked her, “How do you know what to do?” she laughed at my being so innocent, so untouched.

“Jess, you’ll just know what to do and when.” She was climbing in and out of different clothes, trying to find that perfect outfit. I couldn’t help but admire her perfect body as she dressed and undressed in front of me, the same body I had just with more confidence. “You have to make him want you, you have to let him know that you want him just as bad.” I stared at her blankly, clearly by the way she paused and stood in front of me having managed to decide on black thigh high stockings, a matching pair of black panties and bra with an almost see through white blouse still searching for a skirt of some sort. “You want him to know what you want, and what you want is for him to show you how good you make him feel.” She smiled at me as she wriggled into a tiny black skirt and started to hunt for her shoes.

“I wish I had your confidence Robyn.”

“Oh shit!, I’m going to be late. I can’t find my keys…” she dug around in her purse. “Found them!” she gasped with relief as she darted for the door. “I won’t be out all night,” pausing again as she spoke to me, “I know you have seen How I am with men Jess. Give it a try sometime, It won’t hurt to live a little.”

“You’re right, Have a good time. I’ll be here when you get home” And just like that she was gone.

Alone at last I turned on the televison, flicking through channel after channel, my mind in a thousand places at once, I wanted to know how she made him want her. After a few lame half hour sitcoms, the news and three quarters of a movie i wasn’t really watching, a commercial caught my attention. Immediately I became excited. “Of course” i said to myself, wondering if I what I was considering would show me how to have her confidence. I looked at the time, “Smile Bobbi, show me how to make him want me”, I whispered under my breath as I got up ready to plant my digital camera in her room, i wanted to see exactly what was going on, escort şişli I had to find the perfect place for it. I got on her bed, the way I imagined her when I heard her begging for something, sitting on my my knees, legs spread open i looked around with curiosity and excitement. I didn’t even notice where my hand was until i was pushing my damp panties to the side, and felt my fingers sliding along my dripping wet virgin cunt, I closed my eyes as I touched myself while i sat in the spot I knew Robyn was going to be in a short while. After only a few strokes with my thumb against my clit I opened my eyes and found the perfect spot for my hidden detective to go. I placed the camera on top of a stack of paperbacks I had lent her and covered it loosley with a silk scarf making sure i hid the camera but not the soon to be spying lense. Growing increasingly pleased with myself I went back to watching tv and awaited her coming home.

It was around 2 am when I heard Robyn’s car pull in the driveway and like I had planned I ran to her room turned on the camera and raced back to my room closing the door behind me. I could hear them come in. Robyn had been fucking JC for a couple of months now, I knew it wouldn’t be long before they were tearing each others clothes off and heading to her room.

thum thump htum, “SHHHH!” thump thum thum creeeeeeeek KERSLAM. They were in her room. Finally.

The next morning took forever to arrive. JC got up first, and I heard him head to the bathroom. I was in the kitchen when Robyn came out.

“Good morning!” I chirped. “what a beautiful day, got any plans?”

Robyn looked at me like I was nuts.

“Morning.” she replied. “I have to give JC a ride home as soon as he is ready, would you mind making me a cup of coffee to go? He’s in a bit of a rush.”

“Of course I can” knowing that the sooner she was driving him home the sooner I could retrieve my nights work.

“You’re awesome Jess, thanks I’ll owe you one” I looked at her and assured I did’nt mind.

“I know you’re good for it Robyn”

And before I knew it they were out the door and gone, I rushed into her room. I climbed onto her bed, to the same spot I was pleasing myself in the night before, grabbed my camera and made off like a thief to my room with my spoils.

My anxious hands fumbled the camera chip into my laptop, I opened the media player to immediately see my self, I mean my sister and JC. Robyn had nothing but the black panties on from the night before, she was on her knees on the bed undoing JC’s pants with both hands. I could hear him ask her what she was doing as she pulled her panties off and went back to getting him out of his pants. The view was perfect, I watched as she looked up at him, and licked her lips as she answered him. “I’m going be your good girl JC, I’m going to show you how good I can make you feel.” And just as she let those words roll off her tounge she already had her lips wrapped tightly around the head of his huge hard cock. I could see the look in her eyes as she brushed her tounge around the tip of his dick looking up at him for his approval, which came in the form of his hands on the back of her head followed by him saying, “Thats my good girl. Show me how you bad you want it Robyn and maybe you can have it all baby.” he ran one hand through her hair gathering the loose ends with the other and taking a firm grip of the rest of her long brown merter escort hair. There I sat mesmerized, having no problam envisioning that this video was of me, watching myself slurping and sucking on every inch JC allowed me to, until I had watched myself beg enough that with a quick lick of my lips and hearing myself say “please give it to me, I want it all so fucking bad…” that finally he had buried his cock down my throat, and started quickly pushing my head on and off his huge cock… my cock. I barely noticed Robyn had begun fingering herself franticly the moment she deep throated JC, the other hand twisting and pinching her perky nipples. I found myself once again with my hand in between my legs pushing on my clit as let my fingers tickle the dripping hole I wanted his cock to fill so bad.

Suddenly I slammed my laptop shut, startled by the phone. I caught my breath as I answered, “Hello?”, it was JC.

“Oh hey Jess I hope I’m your not busy..”

“NOPE!” I burst out as a reply, “what’s up?”

He told me Robyn had dropped him off at home and headed out to run a few errands before coming home to shower. He had left his wallet in her room and would be coming by in 10 min to grab it. He wanted to know if I would be there. I was completely overwhelmed by what I felt his call had caught me watching I said that I might not be there when he got there and asked him where Robyn was.

“Bobbi said she was going home to have a shower, then she had some errands to run.” he paused… “Either way I’ll be by there in a few to grab my wallet.” he hung up before I could say a thing.

I panicked for some bizarre reason, I began pacing back and fourth overcome with….. a soothing calm, and a great idea…

I picked up the phone and called Robyn, “Hey Robyn, how was that coffee?”

“Gone” she replied. “Why?”

“oh I was hoping that you would go by the Dry cleaners and grab my stuff for me? I know it’s on the other side of town but I forgot I had to pick it up, I have an appointment and If I…”

“Whoa, Jess. I’ll grab your clothes for you don’t worry. Is there anything else you need? I was going to come home and shower, but since I am out I am going to get a few things done before I come back.”

“oh then you wouldn’t mind grabbing a few fresh veggies and stuff?”

“Not at all.” she said before she hung up. I quickly hung up the phone and looked at the time.

It only took me half a second to commit to my new plan. I was going to be the girl I watched minutes ago, I was going to take the place of the cries of pleasure from down the hall. I got undressed, turned on the shower, climbed in and waited. I heard the apartment door.

“Bobbi?”

“I’m in the shower..” I called out, “You should come and join me.”

There was no reply. I stood there waiting, the warm water rushing down my anxious trembling body. I had let the sound of the water rushing through my hair drown out JC opening the Bathroom door. I felt his hand on my hip as he climbed into the shower with me, my eyes were closed. He took my hips in his firm hands and pulled me up against his body, we were nose to nose. I took a deep breath and looked up at him the way I watched her do so many times in my mind, the way i had watched her do in my stolen video. He looked at me and asked me if I was a good girl, As I got on my knees water rushed over our bodies and my lips shook as istanbul escort the words “of course I am..” passed through them. I heard him say “Good girl Bobbi, you show me you’re a good girl and I might let you have it all”, just as I rolled my cock hungry tounge over the tip of what I knew I wanted all of. With every growing mouthful he allowed me to have, i looked up at him, into his eyes and uttered “Please..” “show me how good I make you feel JC, Please give me every inch, I want it all” “Please…” He looked at me with genuine approval but said not yet Bobbi, pulling me up off my knees. Taking me in his arms he took his hand and drew me in, delivering the deepest most passionate kiss my freshly cock teased lips had ever tasted, he turned me around, pulling me close and wrapping his arm around me, taking my hand in his, he placed it between his legs and onto his swollen cock, once I had a firm grip on what I had wanted so bad he took me by the hips and said to me “You’ve been a good girl Bobbi, You know that right?”

“You make me want what a good girl deserves JC” i whimpered

“What’s that?” he asked me as my hand took his cock and brushed his pre cum soaked tip along my deserving wet hole, “What’s a good girl say to get what she deserves Bobbi?”

“PLEASE…I want it all…” Was what I uttered as I felt his enormous dick finally penetrate my wet virgin cunt. I cried out in sheer ecstasy. “Oh God JC..”

He moaned with delight and i felt his hands grip my hips tighter pushing me further onto his throbbing pussy drenched cock. It felt as if he was picking my whole body up and sliding me on and off every inch of his dick. I now had my hands on the edge of the tub bracing myself for the impact of his every eager thrust. Placing one hand against the wall the other i buried between my legs and began rubbing my throbbing clit while he gave me what seemed like more cock with every stroke. My knees started to shake, I’m sure he could tell I was close to the edge, he must have.

“Ohhh what a good girl you are Bobbi, Do you like it when you get what you want? Do you like taking it all baby?” and I whimper with joy ” Because I want to take you to edge Bobbi, everytime you beg me for more and I can feel how bad you want it.” he says.

“I want it..” i said..

“what was that?” he asked

“I Want it…” i said again

“what does my good girl want?”, He asked already knowing my answer,

“OH God, JC.” i had to catch my breath… “OH god JC, I want to cum for you… Let me cum for you..” i panted and started to beg him…

“Please JC, Please let me cum… make me cum..” “I’m your good girl, show me how good I make you feel..” “How good only I can make you feel.” and as I felt those words slip past my awestruck lips, The intense feeling I had building up inside of me, building with evey thrust, push and stroke finally climaxed. I could feel his throbbing cock filling my tight freshly popped cherry full of his sweet cum while I covered every inch he had buried inside me with my juicy virgin delight.

It Felt like forever, how he held he in his arms, his cock still inside of me, i could feel the sticky wet running down my leg. I could have stayed like that forever, but I heard something that made me jump. He grabbed me tightly before I had the chance to slip away, and asked me what was going on…

I quickly looked him in the eyes and the only words that would come to my mouth were, “Now a good girl wouldn’t go and tell on herself for getting what she deserved would she JC?” A nervous grin replaced the soft wet lips that were wrapped around his cock only minutes before. “Be a good boy and don’t tell Bobbi.”

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Chapter 1

Four years of college and now I’m out. Yes, I knew better than to think I was going to change the world. Teachers make a difference but it’s a slow, gradual difference.

Nearing graduation, I applied all around and got an offer from Samuel Adams Middle School in Harrisville. LIke any new job, I guess, you start out not knowing anyone, well, the people you interviewed with, sure, but often you don’t really work with them day to day.

So, I had started really not knowing anyone, just meeting other teachers in the faculty room or at lunch or in faculty meetings. I was getting to know a few people in this new town I had just moved to and was renting a place from week to week, planning on looking for a more permanent place, not sure if I really wanted to stay here or not, not even sure if Harrisville was the place I wanted to make my home.

I did like the size of Harrisville, it was a little larger than the town I grew up in, which was pretty small. I was twenty-two, not very experienced in dating and sex and stuff, the few girlfriends I did have during high school and college were kind of ‘hands-off’ for the most part. So, I expected my life to be rather spartan and, indeed, it did start out that way.

It was a rather warm afternoon in August on my fourth day of teaching; the last bell had rung and I was clearing up my things. A few younger kids were running down the hallway as I heard one of them yell, “Hurry up, Mom,” and a woman went running by my door, a rather wonderful-looking woman with long blond hair trailing out behind her.

I stepped out to take a better look (I’m male, after all) and she was turning around at the end of the hall and had begun running back my way as two children ran by. When she got to my room door, she stopped as her kids ran outside through the side fire door.

“These kids are really a handful. They’ll be the death of me, for sure. You’re new. I’m Erica Wayne.”

“Um, yeah, I am new. Adam Francis. My fourth day.”

“Oh, wow, really new. Great. Oh, are you the new math teacher?”

“That’s me. Wanna ask me about prime numbers?” I asked this lovely creature as I smiled by best smile.

Not wanting to let this beautiful lady out of my presence, I asked her, “Well, would you join me in a soda, something cold?”

“Oh, that would be nice,” and I led her down to the faculty room and got us two cold drinks from the machine and we sat down at one of the tables.

I’m not exactly sure what we talked about that afternoon, I was rather distracted by my new friend’s appearance.

Erica was about five-five, nice, slim figure, pretty blond hair down to well below her shoulders, creamy skin, light blue eyes.

As we talked, my eyes were drawn to her clothes. At least to what clothes she was wearing. She wore a tube top and a short skirt. So, the vision before me was mostly bare arms and shoulders, bare tummy, and lovely, lovely bare legs. Probably more than half her skin was uncovered. And, such nice skin it was.

While we talked, she told me that her children were six and nine and that I would be getting them eventually. Then, she shifted in her seat and as her skirt rose a bit, I became aware that she didn’t seem to be wearing any panties under her rather short skirt.

I would be very less than honest if I didn’t admit right here that my interest in her changed dramatically from ‘Mother of Future Students’ to ‘Future Partner in Bed,’ when I realized that she was bare under her skirt.

I supposed I was not too subtle about my discovery as she said, with a smile, “Ahem, am I distracting you, Adam?”

I was barely able to squeak out, “Uh, well, it’s kind of hot in here,” and she smiled, got up, went to the door and twisted the lock. She came back over, sat back down and said, “Now, let me welcome our new teacher,” as she reached forward and pulled down my zipper and reached inside.

It really sounds lame but I was just frozen. I simply couldn’t or didn’t move. She wrestled my now very hard cock out into the open, bent down and I felt the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever experienced. And experience, it was.

I’ve watched a lot of porn of women sucking guys off and watching Erica Wayne working me over was the equal of all those porn videos rolled into one. She was a master. When she started sucking just the tip of my cock while she circled it with her tongue and jacked me back and forth with her fingers circled around my shaft, that was all I could take, I began spurting her mouth full.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” as she sucked and sucked and swallowed and swallowed. I was just limp. No, my cock was still pretty hard, I was limp. Just drained. All in all, it couldn’t have taken but two or three minutes.

She looked up at me, smiled, and said, “Welcome to Harrisville, Adam. We know how to welcome newcomers properly.”

“Oh, wow, Erica, you sure do. I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say you’ll come to dinner tonight. I’m a single mom, in case you hadn’t figured that out yet. And, I’ll aksaray escort promise to get the kids in bed early.”

My verbal response was a “yes,” my physical response was my cock rising up just at the thought of this delicious woman naked later in bed.

“Good, here’s the address,” as she wrote out a slip of paper, “say six-thirty, no need to bring anything, I’m on the pill. Here’s a preview,” and she pulled down her tube top exposing two beautiful, full, round breasts. Her dark pink nipples were very erect, just waiting for my lips later.

Just before she turned to leave, she lifted her skirt. “Dessert, Adam, and, yes, you can have seconds,” turned, unlocked the door, went outside, collected her two children and drove off.

I just sat back down, then realized that my cock was still outside my pants and quickly zipped up before I caused a major scandal on my first week.

I gathered up my stuff, still in a daze, a happy daze, but a daze nonetheless, and went back to my rental.

My lesson plan got done, somehow, and I changed shirts, splashed on just a bit of fragrance, grabbed a bottle of red wine out of the pantry, then set off for Erica Wayne’s house.

“Right on time, Adam. I take that as a good sign for things to come later, come in, come in.”

This time, I got introduced to her kids and we chatted in the kitchen until everything was ready.

We all four had a nice dinner, then the kids were sent off to do their homework while I helped Erica clean up in the kitchen.

She was wearing the same wonderful outfit and had given me an open-leg flash or two during dinner which surely aided my digestion immensely. Then as she was putting our plates in the dishwasher, she turned toward me, smiled and pulled down her tube top, again introducing me to her most lovely breasts which I reached out to hold and fondle as she stood before me.

“Mmm, that feels nice, Adam. You can do more of that after the children are in bed. And so are we,” the last with a big smile. She pulls her top up, then leans forward, puts her arms around me and we kiss for some time, deep, hot kisses as her hand roams the front of my pants and mine are up under the back of her skirt rubbing her warm, smooth butt.

“Mmm, yes, it’s nice having a new teacher at school. Maybe you can teach me something, Adam, maybe later,” she teased as she gently pinched my bulge.

“Oh, Erica, I think you can teach me a lot more than I can teach you.”

“Well, I can sure try,” as she gave my cock one more squeeze.

She was true to her word, she had her children in bed by eight-thirty.

“Now, for a proper welcome to Harrisville, Adam, follow me,” and I follow this lovely creature down the hall as she reaches behind her to pull up the back of her skirt revealing two of the most beautiful half-globes imaginable. Oh, I couldn’t wait.

We round the corner into her bedroom and she closes and locks the door behind us.

“Well, now I can get to see all of you, Adam,” and she pulls off her tube top and pulls down her skirt as I just start to unbutton my shirt. She stands there in front of me as I clumsily try to disrobe and finally I’m tugging down my plain white briefs as we stand there naked in front of one another.

She reaches down and lifts my cock, “Well, we meet again, how nice,” and kneels down in front of me and takes the tip of my dick in her mouth and begins softly sucking as she smiles up at me.

Oh, that feeling again. That feeling above all feelings. So warm, so sensuous, so erotic, oh, so wonderful.

She goes on for a few minutes, then leans back and stands up in front of me as we embrace and kiss deeply, our four hands mapping out where we want to go, where we want to explore further.

Our lips part and she leads me to her bed, “In the spirit of full disclosure, Adam, I’m thirty years old. Just so you know.”

“You look perfect to me, Erica, just perfect.”

“Oh, Adam, I’m going to love getting to know you better, lots better,” and she pulls the covers back and lays down, her legs parted just enough to hint at things to come.

“I know I kind of dress provocatively. I never used to when I was married, but now, I just want to feel desirable. I just decided I was going to do what I wanted to do and went out and bought a whole new wardrobe. It makes me feel good and I like feeling good. You’re gonna find that out. Actually, I guess you’ve already found that out,” as she turns toward me, puts her arms around me, then pulls me over and up between her outspread legs.

I’ve dreamed about my first time for a long time. I just never dreamed this particular dream. I raised up, led my dick right up to her widespread legs, to the beautifully shaven slit, shiny with moisture and pushed as I watched me enter a woman’s pussy for the first time ever.

As I slid inside her, the feelings were simply wonderful. So warm, soft, slippery, oh, this was heavenly, I thought as I pulled back, then pressed in, over and over.

“Oh, Erica, topkapı escort this is just wonderful. You are so beautiful. I never thought it could feel this good.”

“You’ve had bad experiences?”

“Um, no, no, um, well, it’s really my first time. Don’t laugh, it’s true.”

She reached up, pulled me down and kissed me long and hard as she bucked her hips up and down just fucking me furiously. I guess my being a virgin must have pumped her up.

“Oh, Adam, I didn’t know. Oh, how wonderful. I’m your first. I hope it’s good enough for you. Is it good?”

Chapter 2

“Oh, Erica, you have no idea. It is just wonderful being with you. It couldn’t be better.”

“You’re so sweet, Adam, I’d like to keep you around,” and she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my back and pulled me tight into her. “I’ll never forget tonight, me being your first. It’s a first for me, I think. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’ve never had a virgin guy before. That’s lovely,” and I continued going in and out of her, the feelings getting better and better.

I might have gotten a blowjob from this lovely creature just this afternoon, but I was still a very horny guy. As I went in and out of her, I was surprised that I was lasting this long. Her pussy was simply wonderful. I have no other to compare, but it was wonderful.

Then, all the fantastic feeling seemed to culminate in the head of my cock as I bolted forward, shoving deeply into her, my legs stiffened as I cummed into this beautiful woman.

“UUNH, UUNH, UUNH, uh, uh, oh, Erica, oh, it’s so good, oh, you’ve made me so happy,” and I dropped down over her as her arms surrounded me and she kissed my face and lips over and over.

“Oh, Adam, I’m so happy. So happy we’re together like this. I want us to be like this, it just feel so right.”

“Yes, Erica, I want us to get to know each other better, lots better. What a wonderful way to start,” and I leaned down and kissed her as romantically as I knew how.

“I can come visit you, too, Adam. Where are you staying?”

“Oh, just a place I’m renting week by week, I don’t plan on staying there, I’ll get a better place.”

“Well, I have a garage apartment in the back. It’s empty. It’s pretty nice, too, I don’t really try to rent it, you could stay there if you want. I’ll show you before you go.”

“How much do you want for rent?”

“Well, I think I can figure some way for you to make it up to me, Adam. Let’s say, help around the house?”

“I guess it depends on the kind of help I might be able to give.”

“Oh, you’ve already helped a lot. Would you like to help some more? Is your nice ‘helper’ ready?” she asked as she reached down to feel my cock.

“Mmm, pretty much. Let’s see what we can do to help,” she said as she got down and began sucking me, it was that wonderful feeling again. Every suck got my breathing pumped up even more.

“There. Oh, yes, that’s perfect. Now lay down, it’s my treat,” and she swung a leg over me, reached under between her legs, took hold of me and lowered herself, wiggling and twisting as I disappeared up inside her wondrous body.

“Mmm, oh, yeah, oh, this is nice, really nice. Feel good, Adam?” as she twists back and forth as she presses down on me.

“Oh, so much better than good, Erica, so much better. Simply wonderful,” as I massaged her beautiful breasts and rubbed her nipples between my fingers.

“Mmm. I love my boobs played with. You can do that all you want.”

“Is that part of the rent?”

“Could be, Adam, could be.”

Well, I was no longer a virgin. But I’ve only had sex once. It was just wonderful and here we were doing it again, now with Erica up on top and it felt rather different. Still wonderful, still very sexy and erotic but different. I really liked this, with her on top. Not because I’m lazy or anything, just because it felt so good. And, I got to rub her nice boobs as she fucked me.

As she moved up and down over me, my hands kneaded her breasts and she put her hands over mine and massaged along with me. My cock was feeling so good. I’m not far from another orgasm by the feel of it.

“Mmm, this is so nice, Adam. You feel so good inside me right now. Oh, so good,” as she began twisting her hips around back and forth as she pressed down. This was going to do it, oh, yes, for sure.

“UUH, UUH, UUH, uh, uh,” as my semen flooded into her depths and she fell over me, kissing me over and over, now, bucking her hips up and down faster and faster.

“Oh, OH, OH, Adam, Oh, it’s so good, oh, you make me feel so good,” and she stopped with me still deep inside her as I could feel her contracting deeply around me, gripping, then releasing me over and over. This was exquisite. Nothing I’d ever imagined before. I just lay there, my cock still up inside Erica, her head resting on my shoulder, awash in the most lovely feelings I’d ever had.

We just lay there for a long time, my dick slowly relaxing, our kisses keeping ourselves awake, a thin film of sarıyer escort perspiration over Erica slowly cooling us both. Every once in a while I felt her pussy contracting around my cock, squeezing it, then relaxing. Oh, it was heaven.

“Mmm, I’ve really missed that, Adam. I just love having you here,” she said as she nuzzled my neck.

“That was just spectacular, Erica, I just never thought it could be that good. You are a wonder.”

“Well, we’ll have lots of time to have fun together, Adam. Especially if you decide to move in the apartment in back. Let’s go look at it, shall we?” and she got me a robe out of her closet and put one on herself.

We went out through the kitchen and to the garage out back, up the stairs, where she unlocked the door and flipped the light switch on.

The apartment opened into the kitchen which was nice enough, especially for my style of cooking, then into a living area and to the bedroom in back.

Erica then turned to me, slid her robe off to the floor and pushed mine off my shoulders where it fell to the floor. She then took a step forward toward my erection, put her arms around me, looked up and we kissed once again, her hand down between us, her fingers encouraging my cock.

“I wouldn’t want you to consider the apartment unless you had tried out the bed first,” she said softly as she led me to the bed, sweeping the bed linens aside and getting down on her all fours facing away from me.

She turns her head back toward me and asks, “See any place you’d like to put that thing, Adam?” and wiggled her butt a few times. What a sexy woman.

I waddled right up behind her beautiful butt with that pretty pussy winking back at me, placed my cock head right on the moist crevice and began rubbing myself up and down, then pushed my hips toward her watching my cock slowly go up inside her.

“Mmm, yes, oh, now that feels good. Oh, yes, Adam, just go in and out while I…mmm, oh, that’s good. You like me going round and round while you do me from the back?”

“Oh, it feels heavenly, incredible, just incredible.”

I can’t believe I never tried harder to have sex with some of the girls I had dated. Now that I knew how great it was, I just wanted to kick myself for always being the gentleman. Even with Erica, I probably would never have made a pass at her, now look at us.

“Just push in, Adam, push into me real hard and just stay there nice and still,” which I did as she pressed back against me. Then, I felt her contracting her vaginal muscles around me, alternately squeezing, then relaxing around my cock. I just couldn’t resist, it felt so, so good.

“UNNH, UNNH, uh, uh, oh, Erica, that is fantastic. Oh, you do that so well, It just feels fabulous when you do that.”

“Now go fast, Adam, try to get me off now,” and I began pumping back and forth, not trying to take too long a stroke, worried that my dick, now being a little soft, might slip out of her at a crucial point. But, I suppose, I did the right thing for she started pushing back on me, dropping her head to the mattress and moaning, “OH, OH, Adam, OH, more, Adam, oh, fuck me more, OOOH, OOOH, OOOH, mmm, oh, so good, yes, so good,” and I slowed down just pulling back slowly, then pressing in, just letting her enjoy her orgasm as much as she could. I could see my semen dripping down the bottom of her pussy lips. What a night.

“Oh, Adam, that was lovely. Did you like it that way?”

“Just wonderful, Erica, that was doggie-style, right?”

“Yes, woof, woof,” she said laughing.

I turned her over and we kissed for quite a while. We both knew it was getting quite late, that she had kids to get up and going in the morning and that I had a full school day as well. So, on went our robes and we went back inside her house to her bedroom where we stood kissing all nice and naked, she, again, fondling my cock which was, yes, getting hard again.

“I think you’ll just have to come back over for dinner again tomorrow night, Adam. And bring this, please,” as she gives me a squeeze and a smile. She then helps me get dressed, I accept her lovely invitation and leave to go home to my lonely room.

I lay there, unable to sleep, thinking back over the sex-filled evening I had just had. I have simply fallen into a paradise of sexual pleasure. Who would think that Harrisville would harbor such a wonderful and sexy creature. And I drifted off to the happiest sleep of my life.

The next evening, I was greeted at her door with an embrace and long kiss as she fondled my cock. Then, as she turned to go inside, she flipped up the back of her skirt revealing to me, once again, the lovely half moons of her ass, turning her head back to me with a smile.

Our evening was much the same as the one before, a nice meal with her children, then some television and sending them off to bed so we adults could be adult. I was fucked and sucked more than I ever thought possible. I had decided to take her up on her offer of the apartment out back and I got an excited kiss which was very nice indeed.

“I’ll give you the key before you leave, you can move in any time. I’m looking forward to having you this close by, Adam, both you and your nice cock, here,” which she bent down to kiss. What have I ever done to deserve this?

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I was a virgin on my wedding night, and I was glad I waited. I could give my husband, the man who was going to love me for the rest of my life, this precious gift I was saving.

My husband was not a virgin, and I preferred it that way. He was fifteen years older than me, more mature, more experienced, established, successful.

Our wedding was a fairy tale dream, just like I imagined since I was a little girl. Traditionally, the bride’s family pays for the wedding, but I come from a lot less money than my husband, and he insisted on paying. I’m glad he did. If my mom had to pay, we would have had an outdoor barbecue and invited maybe 20 guests. With my new husband footing the bill, we were able to throw a party for all our friends and family in a five star luxury resort. We had an open bar, a live band, a three-course meal, a layer cake, a chocolate fountain, flowers on the walls and at every table, and ice sculptures of swans. Swans! Made of ice!

It was a whirlwind night that passed all too fast. Men in tuxedos and women in gowns congratulating me. Everyone smiling, drinking, and dancing. My husband held me close at every dance, his eyes filled with love.

And now, he carried me over the threshold into the honeymoon suite. And all the anticipation of all those years was going to be met by a night of passion. I heard about it nonstop since I was barely done with childhood. I dreamt about it. I saw it on TV and movies and once or twice online. I read about it. I came close to it a couple of times but never went all the way. And tonight was the night. I was more than ready.

When we entered the suite, the scene was set. The lights were dim, and candles were burning on either side of the bed. There were a dozen roses in a vase on the table in the corner of the room. The bed had been turned, and the corner of the covers had been pulled back, inviting us to lay between the sheets.

And then I got nervous. I wasn’t ready to be thrown on the bed. “Put me down,” I requested. My new husband complied. He set me gently on my feet. I breathed a series of long breaths.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. I just need a minute. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Take your time. We have the rest of our lives.”

I breathed again, and decided to explore my surroundings. I walked over to a soft, plush loveseat by the wall. I brushed my hand against it, and then sat down.

“Perhaps I’ll sit here all night,” I thought to myself.

It’s not that I didn’t want him inside me, badly. I was just so nervous.

Sitting down relaxed me. I shortly realized I couldn’t sit there all night, and I didn’t want to. So, I brought out my usual feminine charm that my mom had taught me, that I learned from other girls at school, that I learned from TV. The feminine charm that had landed me the man before me.

I leaned back into the couch, thrusting my chest out at the same time. I threw my hair to the side and bobbed my head. I dropped my mouth open, and flashed a warm, inviting smile.

“You look terrified,” he said.

I thought it was a warm, inviting smile. I guess I couldn’t mask my emotions.

I tried again. I played with my hair, turned my body sideways away from him, while turning my head back towards him, and batted my eyes. Before we entered the suite, as the party was ending, I made sure that my makeup was perfect. My eyelashes were thick and lush with mascara. My eyeliner accentuated my natural coloring. I drew one hand to the shoulder strap of my dress, signaling that I was going to take it off at any moment. If he wasn’t going to come to me, my eyes batting, my dress about to come off, then he wasn’t human.

It was all silly, really. I was his bride, and it was our wedding night. What more feminine charm did I need to use on him? I already had him, and we were already going to make love. But it was my habit to tease, and pout, and play. And so I teased. I brought my finger to my mouth and kissed it, while the finger of my other hand was still playing with my hair. I cocked my head to the side and gave him my best come-hither stare. I was ready for him again. I couldn’t make it any clearer short of holding up a sign.

He walked over to me, slowly, cautiously, not making any sudden moves, like I was an easily startled deer, and he didn’t want me to run.

He gradually approached the side of the loveseat, leaned down, and kissed me. The electricity from his lips made it all come back. Of course we were going to make love, and it was going to be wonderful. Why did I even mecidiyeköy escort doubt it for a second? He could have taken me right there. Wetness flowed inside me, and I wanted him immediately.

I felt his rough, manly stubble scratch against my face. My new husband was one of those men who always had stubble, except for an hour or two after shaving. I liked it. It showed me he was a man. A grown man.

Some of my girlfriends teased me for dating an older man. They said I had daddy issues. But I say to hell with those jealous bitches. I found a man that makes me feel safe and protected, a man who has money so we won’t ever have to worry about the power shutting off or getting evicted or going to a public hospital where the reject doctors tell everyone, including gunshot victims, to get some rest and walk it off.

And he wasn’t that much older, only 15 years. He was in his mid-30s and I was in my early 20s. It was a perfectly normal age difference. Women marry older men all the time. Most of the time even.

And most importantly, he made me happy.

He kissed me deeply, tenderly, gently, taking his time with my mouth, easing me into the thrill of tonight’s romance. He brushed his hand against my cheek, softly. He knelt down beside me, just like he did that magic night that he proposed. I loved to see him kneel at my side, while I sat erect, imagining myself a queen, and him my loyal subject. Most of the time, he was my king. But right now he was my subject, and he was going to please me.

He kissed the side of my neck, as I lifted my head up and to the side, exposing the full length of my vulnerable neck to his lips and teeth. He reached a hand up and placed it on my left breast, over the dress, and then brought his hand up to the back of my neck to pull me in closer to him. I undid the straps of my dress, and down fell the top, exposing my naked breasts to him.

Like a hungry child desperate for milk he suckled on my nipple, squeezing the bottom of my breast passionately with one hand, and holding the other breast in his other hand. I looked down at him, licking, sucking, rubbing, and he looked as though he was transported to paradise.

He worked himself into a frenzy playing with my breast, until he wanted more. He lifted me up under my arms, off the loveseat, and pressed my back against the wall. He kissed me again, and placed his hand on my sex, over my wedding dress. With manic hands, he lifted more and more of the skirt of my dress until he could place a hand underneath. This wedding dress was awfully bulky. It was going to have to come off soon or we would never get to feel each other.

His hand under my dress, he started rubbing my dripping wet pussy. He placed two fingers inside, and moved them up and down inside me. Up and down. He kissed my other nipple, the one he missed when I was on the loveseat. He always gave equal time to my breasts. Suckling on one nipple, fingering me harder and harder, I was getting more and more excited for the moment he would penetrate me and take the wedding gift I had waited so long to give to him.

He lifted me up in his arms, just as he had when we first crossed the threshold into the suite, except this time I was ready. My arms were around his neck, and I was admiring his handsome face. There was power and strength in his face. And signs that he was experienced in life. He had one or two wrinkles from worrying about work, and burdens, and investing money. His hairline was just barely starting to recede. He had a few grey hairs in his otherwise brown stubble. A grown man’s face.

He carried me to the bed where I was to lose my virginity. Four solid cherry wood bedposts, a silk canopy, and so many pillows arranged by the headboard, way more pillows than we would ever need.

He lay me down on the plush bedcover, and leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips, while I lay still on the bed, like Sleeping Beauty, or Snow White. And just like those Disney princesses, I lifted my body up the moment he kissed me, my lips tasting his.

He placed his hands gently on my shoulders, turned me so that I was now sitting on the side of the bed, legs dangling down, and he gently pushed me back, back, into the soft downy mattress.

“There you go baby,” he said. “Lean back.”

He lifted the skirt of my wedding dress up, up. Hiked it up ever higher, as I moved my hips to allow the fabric to rest under me. This dress was definitely going to have to come off. It was very bulky.

He knelt down at the side of the bed, once kağıthane escort again my servant kneeling to please his queen. He pulled off my panties, the final barrier to my sex. He pushed my legs apart and back, and gazed at my virginal pussy, already wet for him.

He stared at my exposed pussy for ten seconds, admiring it like it was the greatest work of art he had ever seen.

“Your pussy,” he said, his lips nearly brushing my sex. “It’s beautiful.”

I lifted my head up and looked at him. My jaw was dropped and I was already starting to feel tingles up my body, even though he hadn’t licked me yet. I heard his breathing get heavier and heavier, he was so excited to put his lips on my pussy.

Two large fingers of his left hand spread my lips. Two large fingers of his right hand rubbed my clit in strong circles. Each circle sending a shock wave through my body.

“You smell fantastic,” he declared, and he dove his mouth right on top of my wet and stimulated clit. Up and down he licked. Up and down, his mouth clasped tight against my pussy.

“Oh,” I moaned, as my eyes rolled up to the back of my head. I grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted them back, presenting myself to this wonderful man who married me and was now bringing me to ecstasy. He’d only just started to lick me, but even so I was ready for him to enter me and never leave. I didn’t need any more foreplay. I was ready for him. Heck, I was ready for two of him.

But he wasn’t going to enter me yet. He was taking his time, enjoying himself. He was watching me as I moaned, and taking pleasure in every one of my gasps. He kept licking my sensitive nub, harder and harder.

“Oh,” I moaned again. I smiled broader than I ever had in my life. And this was just the beginning.

He slid two fingers inside me, and pushed them back and forth.

I lifted my hips up and down against his face, up and down, to match the rhythm of his fingers and mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.

He kissed my clit in response, tenderly, like a lover.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Ah,” I whimpered. I couldn’t even form the word, “yes.”

He kept going. He continued to lick, to suck, and to move his fingers inside me, while I jerked around against his face like a bronco. I was frenzied, and greedy. I needed that orgasm. I was going to take that orgasm.

And then, with one jerky motion of my hips against his face, with my clit brushing up against his tongue one last time, I felt it. The sweet release. I came all over his face with a yelp, as my body quivered. Then I lay back down on the bed, calm and peaceful.

He stood up, and I saw my pussy juices dripping down his chin, and down his neck. My juices against his skin a glistening sign of how much pleasure he had given me, and how much pleasure he wanted to give me.

He wanted me ready, and pleased, and happy, and wet. And I was.

I was flooding down there. More ready for sex than any woman has ever been in history. My husband wiped my juices from his chin, and he knew it was time. He pulled my legs towards him, so that my ass was just barely at the edge of the bed. He took his coat, bowtie, and shirt off – I couldn’t believe they were on this long – and revealed the manly physique underneath. The firm pecs, the chiseled abs, the muscular arms, the broad shoulders. He no longer looked like my kneeling servant. He looked like a warrior, about to take the spoils of war. He rubbed my inner thigh, brushed his hand against my tender pussy, massaged my breasts once more. He undid his cummerbund, the fancy sash they use as a belt for tuxedos, threw it to the side, and rocked his pelvis against me, still wearing his pants, rubbing his bulge against my pussy, giving me a taste of what was to come.

He dropped his pants and boxers, and displayed proudly his fully erect manhood, which was pointing straight towards the sky in excitement. He didn’t even wait to take off his shoes or socks, or fully remove his pants. With one hand rubbing my pussy and one hand guiding his shaft, he rubbed the tip against my pussy. I scooched back. I didn’t want him to enter me while he was standing, so distant. I wanted a glorious first time, with him right on top of me. I understood that he was eager, and I could see the lust in his eyes, but he was going to have to wait another minute until we were positioned just right.

As I scuttled back, on my elbows and heels, he crawled forward, on his knuckles and knees, always just above me, looking down at me like prey. beşiktaş escort Somewhere during our slow migration across the bed, he managed to kick off his shoes and pants. When we were both fully on the bed, I stopped, waiting for him to enter.

He stopped when I did, and, resting on just one fist, he took his other hand and tried to guide his shaft into my pussy, but was stopped by my wedding dress, which had shifted down as I scooted back, and was now forming a last-ditch guard to defend my precious virginity. That damned dress! That damned horrible, bulky wedding dress, always getting in the way! It served its purpose. Why was it still here?

“One moment,” I said. And with a shimmy of my hips and bringing up my knees, I pushed down that infernal dress so it was finally off me, and I threw it down to the floor past the foot of the bed, where it could no longer give us any trouble.

Our fully nude bodies were facing each other. Ready for each other. His ready to give. Mine ready to receive. I spread my legs wide apart and back. He brought his hand down to his manhood, grabbed the base, and guided his shaft, his strong, firm shaft, past my soft and yielding folds, and into my pussy.

Ohmigod. He filled me, and my body felt new sensations it had never felt before. His warm, pulsing cock sent me to an ecstasy I had never known. It felt so right to have him inside me. Even the pain, which was a lot less than I had been led to believe, made it all the much more satisfying.

In and out he moved, gently and slowly. He was still on his fists, with distance between our bodies. I looked down and saw his cock entering me, and moving in and out. Before now, I had imagined what it would look like, and I had seen it before on TV, and movies, and online, but seeing a cock move in and out of me, was more sexy than I ever imagined. I stared in fascination, mesmerized, transfixed by the shaft moving back and forth. And it was inside me!

His pace grew quicker and quicker. Faster and faster he pushed himself inside me, each thrust making me moan.

His arm and shoulder muscles rippled as he held himself up by the fists planted into the mattress. His handsome face held a grim determination of a man on a mission. And the ecstasy of a man making love.

I moaned beneath him, loving each thrust, each pump of his cock inside me. His firm ass muscles were driving him deeper and deeper into me, and I was smiling, writhing, and moaning as I watched it move inside and out.

I lifted my eyes up from his cock, and stared straight up at my new husband. His face was beet red. His skin was glistening with sweat. His veins were swollen and pulsing with exertion. His teeth were clenched in a lusty and determined smile.

And then he brought his face close to mine and stared into my eyes. Our eyes were locked in love.

“Oh!” he shouted with a final, full thrust. His cock pulsed and sprayed hot fluid inside my pussy. He collapsed on top of me. Our bodies pressed against each other.

We held each other.

A minute later, he pulled out, and pushed himself back onto his knees in front of me, looking down at my sweaty body, taking deep breaths.

I was enjoying the warmth and heat of his juices inside me, laying back, relaxing. And then, I started to feel his cum ooze out of my pussy, onto my ass and from there onto the bedspread. I got up on my elbows to look down at what was happening. I saw a wet spot below my pussy, and in addition to the wet spot, I saw a bit of blood. It was fun to see the results of my popped cherry, right there on the bedspread, evidence for my husband that I was truly a virgin and waited for him. But, unexpectedly to me, my husband’s cum was oozing out of my pussy. I watched with curiosity as the cum slowly leaked out. The warm goo trickled, down over my anus, and dripped onto the bedspread. Before tonight, I didn’t know that the sperm would come out. I knew all about the sperm going in. I guess I thought it just stayed in there, and all traveled upstream. But now I saw that some was spilling out. It tickled just a bit. I enjoyed the feeling of my man’s juices flowing down over my skin.

I leaned back and thought about how new all of this was to me. I’d asked people I knew and trusted all about sex, but they never mentioned the semen spilling out, for example, or the importance of taking off the wedding dress as quickly as possible.

I was lying there, wrapped in my own thoughts, when suddenly I was snapped back into the present. My husband’s hand was rubbing my pussy, petting it affectionately. I smiled, and placed my hand over his.

“Your pussy is amazing,” he said. “I’m going to spend a lot of time in there.”

“Good,” I replied. “I hope you do.”

“You were worth the wait,” he said.

“So were you,” I replied. “So were you.”

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I have always been a kind of sensitive type. I check many of the boxes when it comes to being a bit on the jumpy side. My zodiac sign is Pisces. My Chinese horoscope sign is the rabbit, one of the gentler creatures. It pains me that I’m not the kind of guy to roar, and haven’t been such a kind, most of my life.

And that manifests itself, often, in anxiety. If someone could watch my thoughts and negative daydreams on a video monitor, they’d see a lot of self-torment in scenarios of being shamed by others, being mocked, being disrespected, even over my brand of sexuality — I have a navel fetish, which is incredibly rare in the gay community. Very few other guys are into this, and I feel like a minority within a minority.

Thankfully, I have someone who believes in me — my main squeeze, Brett. Brett has a quiet confidence about him, and can stand his ground when he needs to. Even though he’s a Cancer, another water sign, he has no problems speaking up when someone comes “at” him (or me). I looked at his chart once and he’s Taurus rising — and bulls know how to charge, when needed.

This confidence Brett has isn’t just limited to his self-esteem — it extends to his body as well. Brett is the kind of hottie who absolutely loves showing off his midriff and bellybutton in what used to be called half-shirts, more recently called crop-tops, a garment that’s essentially nothing other than a short-sleeve (usually) T-shirt, cut horizontally about two thirds of the way down, with the lower section removed to reveal the stomach and navel areas on a guy. Me, having a navel fetish, these are my favorite garments on guys in general, and on Brett in particular. The sexiest “line” to me is the edge of a crop-top where the lower edge of the shirt stops, and the bared, smooth skin of a male midriff begins. Few things are more sublime for me.

And Brett knows all this, too. He knows it gets my crotch revved up when I see his lovely form daring showing off his bellybutton in such a garment. I get even hornier if he dares to wear a crop-top in a public place like outside in a park, or at a shopping mall. It’s a shirt I would never wear for myself. My midsection isn’t nearly as pretty as his. “It’s a privilege, not a right,” one of my gay friends intoned, deadpan, years ago, to me.

I must have a touch of the bad-boy/being caught in public thing as a partial turn on, because I think it’s so … risque, I suppose… for a guy to show off his bellybutton, and the cuter he and his bellybutton are, and the more “inappropriate” the venue, the more aroused I get. Many such guys don’t think anything of unwittingly flaunting my sexual desire object in front of me, and that adds to the allure (and the madness at times).

That Brett consistently pulls it off — even in chilly weather — amazes me. I have seen him wear a sort of sweater crop-top, with long sleeves, cut really low, just enough for a two-inch band of his stomach and deep, sensous, sloping, oval innie navel (think of a long, soft, slit an inch long) to show through. I’ve never come on the spot viewing him this way, but I’m remaining hopeful it will happen.

I am very grateful to the universe that this lovely guy was sent into my life, because for some inexplicable reason, he finds me sexy, too. Being a Cancer guy, he’s all about chests, so he loves playing with my nipples, flicking them, licking them, nuzzling them. The very first touch of his fingers after we climb in the sack and he’s got my shirt off, and I’m on my back, is sheer heaven. I feel a touch of sorrow for guys who have large nipples but can’t feel anything sexual when they’re touched.

Like şişli escort me, also, he has a navel fetish, so we truly complement each other. He’s come on my stomach also, often after I’ve finished on his. In this respect we could not be a better match sexually.

One particular evening, though, he gave me a huge gift. I had just completed a week of work that had drained me. I don’t have the smartest coworkers. I’m thankful I work remotely so I don’t have to be around them, but knowing they’re there is still a bit of a mental drain on my mind.

There were other personal issues that were on my mind as well. My finances were okay, but not where I wanted them to be. I had some fretfulness about my future in general. Could I continue in the career I was in with all the changes I’d observed? I wasn’t getting any younger and a new crop of folks shows up every year in my field.

I had also experienced some drifting in some of my friendships with others I’d known for years. They seemed to be mentally checking out in various ways and forms, the most common of which was silence. I’ve heard people say that some relationships should be “fought” for. I tried that once. It rarely worked for me, and the others usually didn’t change. So if someone was making noises that they wanted out, I didn’t bother fighting it. Unfortunately for me, that left more and more holes in my sense of community, in my sense of knowing others who had my back. And while developing a sense of emotional independence was a plus, there were times I thought, what would I do if things got hard? It’s a good thing I have Brett, at least.

I talk with Brett a lot about my concerns, my anxieties. He’s always kind and I invariably feel better after unburdening myself before him.

I was laying on the bed, face up, not feeling much of anything this one evening. It was close to bedtime, Friday night. The weekend, my time to sleep in and relax a bit more.

He entered the room, wearing a rather racy outfit. It was what could arguably be called a club outfit. It had a long-sleeve top, dark blue, with leather accents on the chest. A pair of black, khaki pants complemented it. It was a simple but stylish outfit, something an Italian clothing designer would have put together.

But there were a couple of features to this look that made my shaft stand up firmly. The first was that the long-sleeve shirt was cut like a half-shirt, making it a long-sleeve crop-top. A two- to three-inch gap from the lower edge of the shirt to the top edge of his slacks’ waistband revealed his smooth, warm, creamy, hairless midsection and his oval innie slit of a bellybutton which I’d always enjoyed all the time we’ve been together.

Surrounding his bellybutton, written in what appeared to be eyebrow pencil, was the word “COURAGE” in capital letters. The letter “C” was to the left of his bellybutton, and the letters “URAGE” were to its right. His lovely navel was the “o”.

For a split second I was breathless, admiring this erotic look.

“You like it?” he asked me, gently.

“Oh, yes,” I said quietly but emphatically. “Is that for me?”

“Yes,” Brett said, “It’s for you. I’m going to use my bellybutton to give you a shot of it.”

“But…how?” I wondered, aloud.

“I’m not exactly sure, either,” Brett quietly responded. “But I just know it’s going to work.”

I briefly exhaled, inwardly delighted by the creativity.

“I am so lucky to have you,” I said, looking at him.

He came over to the bed, where I was on my back. He leaned over and gathered me up in his arms, drawing me to his chest, hugging me taksim escort warmly and gently. He kissed me on my cheeks and neck as quick pecks a couple of times, and I reached back and held him around his shoulders, doing the same.

He softly stroked the side of my face with his hands, which have always been unfailingly soft and supple. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to fully experience his touch. A moment later, I reached up, and lovingly ran my fingers through his luscious, dark locks. He always loves having his hair toussled by me.

After a few minutes of this, he laid me back down on the bed, and slowly raised my T-shirt on my body, raising it over my head, and removing it, then tossing it aside. My eyes gazed at his bellybutton, with the word “COURAGE” scrawled around it.

I began to feel his fingers grazing my upper chest, with his fingers circling my nipples, teasing me. He had to have done it at least a half-dozen times. His kind face was perhaps a foot away from mine. I could feel some of his body heat. His eyes were on my nipples, almost lecherously.

He dragged his fingers in a sort of concentrically tighter pattern, getting ever closer to my nipples, which were getting harder by the moment in the slightly cool air of the bedroom.

And then both his fingers crossed the center of my nipples, making contact with their most senstive part. I involuntarily let out a moan of pleasure as he dug in with his fingers a bit more, pressing on them, tweaking them, fully playing with them.

He teased my nipples for what seemed like five or ten minutes. I felt my shaft gettnig firmer and harder, the semen flowing strongly into it. Then he sat up briefly, allowing me to see his bellybutton again.

He took my right hand and brought it to his navel, my index finger feeling the warm perimeter of the narrow opening. He guided my finger, pleasuring his innie with my hand. Brett’s told me that if his bellybutton is fingered the right way, he can come from the stimulation. He had closed his eyes and was enjoying using my hand and finger as a sort of sex toy.

I was practically entranced at this point. I watched my finger — being guided by his hand — as he caressed his bellybutton with my finger, pressing it into the deepest, lowest part of it, warm and soft. He seemed to be in a trance also — his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He was very into this.

Minutes later, he stopped and undid my pants and slipped them off fairly smoothly, then did the same thing a moment later with my boxer briefts. I was now completely naked in front of him, he was in this visually provocative outfit with his bellybutton showing.

He reached for one of the cock rings I keep by my bed, and carefully taking my scrotum in his hand, slipped it through the opening in the ring, making it snug and tight. It felt wonderful. I maintained a gaze at his bellybutton, loving what I was seeing and experiencing.

Presently, he began to masturbate me the way he’s always done. There is just something about Brett’s stroking that is perfect. I’ve been with other guys whose touch was too heavy, too light, too scattered. Not Brett. He gets how my dick feels and what it wants to do. There’s never a need for him to lube up, either — because his hands and body are soft enough, a pleasant friction turns me on. He has rubbed my cock against his stomach and navel before, with me coming on both. But this time, he was doing the work with his hands only.

“I’m going to give you a bit more courage,” he almost whispered as he was masturbating me. I was breathing more heavily at this beşiktaş escort point, and the sensation was wonderful — my guy, doing what he does so well, to me.

I felt semen rising from my scrotum up into my shaft, getting closer to the point of inevitability, enjoying the slow, sensuous ride I was feeling. Occasionally, he would pause, and then start up again, to vary the motions, the rhythms, everything. And the more I looked at Brett’s bellybutton, the closer I got to coming — this beautiful guy, my boyfriend, my lover, with his navel showing.

Over time, Brett and I have gotten pretty sharp at knowing when we’re about to ejaculate. I’m not as good as he is, but I’m continuing to hope I get better. Brett had me getting closer, closer. The crown of my penis was hovering in front of his bellybutton even as his hand was devotedly stroking it steadily and lovingly.

“Aim for the O,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” I said in my half-hypnotized state.

“Aim for the O,” he whispered again.

And I looked at the “O” in “COURAGE” written on his stomach, except it was looking at this thin, oval, deep bellybutton in the middle of his smooth, warm curve of his abdomen, and seeing his fingers working my penis, and stroking the shaft, and massinging the crown of it, and it felt so good, so very, very good, and I was almost there, almost there…

“Aim for the O,” he whispered another time, with his fingers delivering a set of fluttering strokes on the underside of my penis that were unbelievably powerful.

I saw a first blast of semen hit the middle of his bellybutton, changing his dark line of a navel into a gray-white, syrupy mini-stream, completely overflowing the letter “O” he had written around it. A second glob escaped me, hitting his bellybutton a second time, with more cum hitting the other letters scrawled on his stomach, and running down the side.

I had begun moaning aloud by this point. I absolutely could not help it. It felt unbelievable. He did not relent, continuing to masturbate my penis, as another two thick globs of semen hit his stomach. One jetted higher, hitting the chest of his shirt top. I even felt one of the jets come back on myself, hitting my lower chest.

After about a half-dozen spews of my jizz, he paused, but still continued to hold my shaft in his fingers. I looked at this stomach and bellybutton. His innie was totally wet with semen, and it was oozing down his front. The word he’d written around it was now partly obscured and even smudged with globs of cum covering parts of it.

“How do you feel?” he said, with a slight smile.

“Fantastic,” was all I could manage. I was feeling physical ecstasy in the afterburn of a powerful ejaculation. I felt the warm of the power of the coming in many parts of my body.

It dawned on me, then, that the courage he was trying to impart to me through his bellybutton and this erotic gift he gave me wasn’t just about my self-esteem or confidence. He wanted me to the full courage of enjoying my navel fetish with unbridled joy, and my sexuality in general, without inhibition, and with total abandon.

And then, feeling a deep swell of gratitude, I slowly sat up, brought my face to his blissfully sloppy, wet, slippery stomach opening in his long-sleeve top, implainting a long kiss on his bellybutton, in the middle of all the fluid he had jerked out of me, feeling the semen on the inside of my mouth. Then I kissed it again. And again, firmly pressing my lips into the middle of his navel, into the warm fluid I had squirted moments before. I heard his breathing starting to quicken. I kissed his bellybutton again and again, with all the affection, the love, the admiration for this individual who wanted the best for me, who wanted me to know he had my back even if no one else did. I put all my love into my lips on him.

And then, moaning aloud, he came.

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The idea for this tale came from a posting by Kinkycanucks on the ‘Story Ideas’ section of the Forum. So thanks to them. As usual, please comment, rate and follow.

*****

‘You are not going to believe what happened to me on Saturday night.’

My neighbour Hazel was looking me straight in the eye while she spoke. She held my look for a long moment before dipping her head to stare into her coffee cup. That alone told me she had something important to reveal. She was seldom so bold.

It was the happened that momentarily stumped me. She wouldn’t have used that word if she wanted to tell me she’d finally finished James Joyce’s Ulysses, or watched a new cinematic masterpiece by an unknown Russian documentarian. If she’d asked me to guess what she was doing on Saturday night those two would have been top of my list.

I took a couple of half-hearted stabs anyway. The serious one was that she’d been taken out to the opera by her husband Dave. More fancifully, I asked if she’d been involved in a minor car accident and been pilloried home on the back of a Harley. It made her laugh, at least.

‘I was gang banged.’

I sprayed coffee right across the table, wetting the front of the low-cut blouse of the type she’d taken to wearing over the past few months. I had to cough out a choke and clear my nose of the drink before I could properly collapse into laughter. I was still chuckling after we’d cleaned the table and ourselves with kitchen towel, then baby wipes and finally tissues: there’d been a lot of coffee. She remained quietly flitting her eyes between me and the hands clasped on her knees until I settled opposite her again.

‘Nice one. You really had me going there. So go on then, what really happened on Saturday night?’

‘I was gang banged, I told you.’

‘Blimey.’

Hazel and I had started out friendly, but not exactly what you’d call friends, when she and Dave moved into the neighbourhood about a year before she’d had Amber. We’d got closer as the pregnancy progressed and I volunteered to help with bits of shopping and housework so she could rest. I’d become her grown-up safety valve during that isolation period when bringing up her infant was a full-time-and-a-half job. That’s when we’d really become tight.

Hazel is gorgeous. She was beautiful in a waif-like way before she got pregnant. If she’d been a few inches taller than her five-six she’d have had a good shot at becoming a model. She has one of those oval faces and Modigliani necks which she framed with an old-fashioned bob of black hair. Her skin is flawless and pale and her clear blue eyes never lost their sparkle. After having Amber, she’d gained curves. Her breasts filled to a C-cup and her slightly wider hips perfectly fitted a well-upholstered butt without detracting from the perfect line of her thighs and calves.

She was, and is, what you’d call self-contained. Shy by default, but forthcoming and straightforward if you engaged with her. If she had more awareness of how stunning she was, she could easily have been the type that other women hated and most men couldn’t wait to hit on. My husband Jack had never developed the skill of checking other women out without it being obvious. I’d had to tell him more than once to stop drooling over her at barbecues and especially pool parties.

She and I started to spend more time together once Amber began crawling and then grew to full toddler. My own kids were young enough to love having her to look after and play with but old enough to be left to get on with it unsupervised. It was then I found out about the depth of her love of literature and the arts.

I found myself reading more than I had for years; mostly her recommendations. I guess it was me constantly talking about my personal life which made her open up on that front. Over about a year, I discovered a lot about her and Dave. She had lost her virginity to him whilst in college and they’d married shortly after graduation. From her description, it was clear he’d had a lot more experience. He’d been a jock back then and had systematically worked his way through the full cheer leader roster.

‘So what do you think about that?’ I’d asked her.

‘I loved him and he fell in love with me. Everything I know about sex I’ve learned from him.’

The first time she directly raised the subject of sex with me was when she asked advice about giving head. I have to say I was surprised. We’d already discussed our youthful years and she’d mentioned how much she’d enjoyed fooling around in cars. I’d assumed that must have included sucking guys off. And I turned out to be right.

‘I always liked having a boy’s penis in my mouth.’

‘So what’s the problem?’

‘No problem. Its just I’d like to improve if I can.’

She explained that Dave was happy for her to take him in her mouth, but always wanted to move on to full sex as soon as he was hard. She sounded positively rueful when she spoke about how much she missed the taste of cum or the feeling of hot spunk splashing against her face.

‘You surprise Manavgat escort me.’

‘I’m so sorry. I realise this isn’t a normal conversation for neighbours, but I thought…’

”You thought – correctly I might add – that I’d be OK with it. I’m just surprised you’re so forthright.’

‘I find honesty is always the best policy, don’t you?’

I had to think about that one. Telling her about the time, for instance, that a very drunk Dave had felt me up at a Xmas party would probably not have been good policy. Or enlightening her as to some of the thoughts my husband and the other neighbourhood men had about her, for that matter.

‘Do you mind if I ask what made you approach me for this advice?’

‘You’re the best in town.’

‘I’m what?’

”Best in town. Jack told Dave at one of those boys’ nights they organise from time to time.’

‘I’ll kill him.’

‘I haven’t spoken out of turn, have I?’

‘Not you, him. Did he say anything else?’

‘Well…’

‘Come on, spit it out.’

‘The others there said that at some of the parties you pleasure them all with your mouth. Dave said that Jack seemed quite proud.’

I was amused more than cross. And very confused. Here was this gorgeous woman frankly raising my prowess at fellatio without a blush. Yet she seemed unable to have the same conversation with her own husband. It didn’t add up. I confessed to her that what had been said was correct. I may have exaggerated the amount I’d had to drink when the marathons happened. and underestimated the number of times for that matter. She didn’t seem in the least perturbed. She agreed immediately to keep it between us – a number of the other guys’ wives may not have been quite so understanding.

The lessons were fun. The boys were used to us getting together to talk books once the children were asleep. Jack was more than pleased to be able to go across to their house and play pool in Dave’s den for a couple of hours. I’d spent a pleasant hour in the market picking out bananas in a variety of sizes. With them, a dildo of mine which sported realistic testicles and a couple of bottles of wine, we were set.

I’d say Hazel was what you’d call a gifted amateur. After we’d exhausted all small talk, emptied the first bottle and looked over a few videos I’d downloaded she licked and gobbled at her first banana. I delivered my verdict.

‘Licking, about seven out of ten; hand work, a creditable five; sucking, a good eight, the way you grip with just your lips is exceptional. Really all we have to work on is your depth.’

‘Depth?’

‘Deep-throating. Every really great cock sucker has got to have that in her repertoire.’

She giggled. The wine was obviously beginning to take effect. We gargled some more before getting down to it. I told her that to my mind, control was the key. The last thing you want, especially as a beginner, is a guy shoving his meat around like he was in charge. She was impressed when I engulfed the full length of my nine-inch dildo. It took her two or three goes before she could relax her throat enough to take anything like that. She came up coughing and spluttering, but with a look of triumph in her eyes.

We were definitely tipsy now. We both had a go with the one gripping an extra-long banana between our thighs whilst the other went down on it. It must have looked ridiculous. Certainly neither of us managed to stay serious long enough to hold it down for more than a few seconds at a time, so we reached a mutual decision that the lesson was over for the day. I put on the coffee while Hazel poured the rest of the second bottle into our glasses.

‘I’m still not sure how I’m going to persuade Dave.’

‘You could tell him that if he doesn’t cum in your mouth you’ll find someone who will.’

She looked shocked.

‘I couldn’t do that.’

‘Obviously. But does he know that?’

If anything, she looked even more shocked.

‘You mean lie to him?’

‘I’d like to think of it more as offering encouragement.’

‘I couldn’t.’

‘Just a teeny-weeny white lie?’

‘Not even that.’

I regrouped.

‘Do you think Dave and Jack gossip?’

‘I’m not sure what you mean.’

‘Like, does Dave talk about other people and their goings on?’

‘All the time.’

‘Who’s screwing who at the office. That sort of thing?’

‘Well, yes, I suppose he does.’

‘Jack can’t help himself. If you want something spreading round the neighbourhood, just pass it to him and swear him to secrecy.’

She laughed and we swapped tales of other people’s spousal indiscretions our husbands had revealed after being sworn to secrecy. I tapped a message into my phone: H and I have been talking blow jobs. Come back quick after she gets home I need my tonsils spraying xxx. I showed it to her but pressed before she had a chance to stop me. She squealed, went red, slapped my arm, frowned and then joined me in speculating as to whether Jack would share it.

‘He wouldn’t.’

‘Hmmm.’

‘Would he?’

‘I’d Manavgat escort bayan give it ten seconds.’

‘Oh god.’

‘So if we finish our coffee, give them about ten minutes to slap each other’s butts and talk dirty, then send you home, it’ll be high-protein, liquid nourishment for both of us before bedtime.’

‘You are naughty.’

And I was also right. She passed me the next day, pushing Amber in her buggy as I chatted with another neighbour as we took out the trash. I didn’t say anything. Merely raised an eyebrow. She went red, but nodded imperceptibly before strolling on.

It was shortly after that, that Dave started pushing Hazel to be more adventurous in her look. As brand new, blow-job-buddies, we’d taken to comparing notes on the more intimate aspects of our home lives. I didn’t think too much of it, therefore, when she asked me whether Jack criticised the way I dressed.

‘He wouldn’t dare.’

But do you ask his opinion? Take advice?’

‘You mean before I go out dressed like a tart on the pull?’

‘You do dress a lot more provocatively than I do.’

You can see why I liked her. She wasn’t going to say there were times I looked like I was interviewing for a part-time gig in a knocking shop. But she wasn’t going to contradict me when I implied it.

‘You can guess what I think. Women should wear whatever they like and feel comfortable in. We’re not dress-up dolls in some male-directed game.’

‘Of course, I agree with you. But I do like looking nice for Dave as well.’

‘Good point. Are we talking just for the privacy of your own home? Or does he want you to consider a more public display of your assets?’

‘I think the latter. We’ve been experimenting in the bedroom. He loves me in transparent underwear and sheer stockings.’

Even I gulped at that. We’d seen each other near-nude several times when we’d gone out shopping together. The comfortable bras and sensible knickers she usually wore complemented her outfits of choice perfectly. She dressed comfortably rather than conservatively. Like a lot of young mums her day wear was easy-wash and loose-fitting rather than tight or revealing. Dave, it seemed, had been urging her to get a new swimsuit for the up-coming neighbourhood pool party.

‘He wants me to get a bikini like yours.’

‘Should I be flattered?’

‘Probably.’

‘He wants you to enter the hard-on stakes.’

She looked confused. I explained that me and several of the girls ran a non-competitive book on who could create the most confusion in the genital area among the guys. It was innocent fun. We all smiled to each other as Lisa’s top slipped, again, as she climbed out of the pool – usually needing a strong, male hand to help her. Kirsty, who prided herself on having the pertest bottom of the group, was forever dropping things and having to pick them up. The rest of us had to compete by standing just a little too close, or accidentally brushing ourselves against guys as we handed out beers or food.

‘You get your fair share of erections just wearing your one-piece and baggy shorts.’

‘Do I?’

‘Oh yes, you haven’t noticed?’

‘No.’

‘I’d have to check with Carol – she was keeping score at the last one – but you always place comfortably near the top of the chart even though you’re not playing.’

‘I had no idea.’

I searched the kitchen cupboard and handed her a tube of the kids Factor 50 sun cream. I’d guessed she kept herself covered because of her pale skin as much as any style-choice. I explained that having Dave oil her back after she’d made sure the rest of her was completely protected, would almost guarantee victory. We arranged to go swimsuit shopping the next day.

It was fun. We dared ourselves to try on a couple of Brazilian-style stringy numbers before scaling it back. We ended up with complementary designs. The tops revealed plenty of cleavage without there being any risk of nipple-slippage; the bottoms were cut high on the thigh. We agreed that we’d just about get away with wearing them to a public beach. Hazel’s was in shocking pink, mine a dark navy to complement my more-tanned skin and blonde, shoulder-length mane. We bought the wrap-around sarongs which matched them and decided to swap to add a little contrast.

‘My bet is you’ll scoop the pot. You’ll get at least one twenty-pointer before they’re even tipsy.’

‘Twenty-pointer?’

‘There’s a bonus of twenty if one of the guys sneaks off to, you know, masturbate.’

‘You meant to say wank, didn’t you?’

We’d been at the wine again while the boys played pool. Ostensibly we’d got together to discuss our latest reading, but with the party coming that weekend, and high temperatures predicted, we’d soon turned to anticipating our bikinis debuts. I’d been explaining the scoring system to Hazel.

‘So its a bit like the golden snitch.’

‘Golden snatch more like.’

‘You are crude sometimes.’

I apologised, but Hazel was fascinated by the complexities of the system. Escort manavgat Who decided what constituted an erection; who got the points; did someone have to catch a guy tossing himself off for it to count? She kept making Harry Potter references to get it clear in her brain. I told her we’d generally agree together who was getting the points and sent a volunteer after any of the boys who looked like he was ready to pop.

‘Are they expected to provide the relief?’

‘It’s not compulsory, but there are those who are more neighbourly than others.’

‘I see. You don’t mind me asking these questions?’

‘Of course not. There’s an unspoken agreement that the guy has to ask first and that it doesn’t count if they catch Carol or me.’

‘Your reputations?’

‘Precisely.’

‘One last question.’

‘Go ahead.’

‘Do they expect hand- or blow-jobs?’

‘You know. I’ve never thought. They’re just delighted to take what’s on offer.’

She looked wistful for a second.

‘I haven’t given a hand-job for years.’

‘Dave?’

‘No, like I’ve said before, penetration is the only thing that counts with him.’

‘Jack would never forgive me if I don’t mention he’s available should you wish to get back into practice.’

‘You wouldn’t mind?’

‘Nah. What’s a hand-job between friends? You’d have to give him notice, of course. Ninety seconds should be enough. You want me to call him?’

‘Don’t you dare. Dave would never…’

She stopped.

‘Has Dave ever asked for someone’s help like that?’

‘Not from me, he hasn’t. And I’m pretty sure one of the others would have mentioned it if he had. He’s pretty buff.’

‘I’m not sure how I’d feel if you’d said yes.’

We left the questions unresolved and finally began discussing the book we’d been reading. The pool party was a great success. Hazel and I made our entrances to actual wolf whistles. Lisa, who was keeping the book that evening, took our five dollars for the pot, but said to the others there that we should just give the money straight to Hazel. It was taken in good heart as several of us had to go over to our husbands and push their dropped-jaws back into place.

Kirsty’s hubby had to scoot off to the bathroom before Hazel had finished oiling herself up. Three more departed as Dave performed his husbandly duties on her back and legs. The care he took around the hems of the tight-fitting bikini was exemplary. It started the party with a swing and the rest of the evening was definitely more raucous than usual. For the first time in living memory we needed to arrange a beer run. Hostess Carol took my Jack off for some horticultural advice about a section of moribund hedging. It provided barely any cover after she got on her knees and sucked him off.

Hazel asked me about it when she popped over for coffee a few days later.

‘You didn’t mind?’

‘Maybe a little. We are usually more discreet.’

‘Dave wouldn’t talk about anything else for ages after we got home.’

‘What did you make of it?’

‘To be honest, I didn’t notice until he told me.’

‘You really thought Jack was an expert gardener?’

‘Well no. But he’s always helpful. I was more concentrating on my tan. I didn’t want to burn.’

‘Even though you were in shadow most of the time because of all the guys standing around staring at your body?’

She gave a little tinkling laugh. It was cute.

‘Dave said he was really proud of the attention I was getting.’

‘Proud? That’s an interesting word. What did you think?’

‘I thought the guys had a lot more stiffies than I’ve noticed before.’

‘And do you take any responsibility for that, missy?’

She liked it when I went maternal on her.

‘Dave thought it was down to me. I told him I hadn’t seen so many since my cheer leading days.’

‘What did he say to that?’

‘Somehow we got on to what I got up to on the back seats of cars during my dating days. It really turned him on.’

‘You haven’t spoken about it before?’

Turned out they hadn’t. Dave had seen the blood after he took her virginity and just assumed her sex life before him had been non-existent or ultra-vanilla. She told me that he’d got really turned on, something she attributed to the number of beers he’d had rather than the topic of conversation. And even though he let her stroke him almost to orgasm, he still insisted of fucking her but came almost immediately.

It was a topic Hazel and I returned to again and again over the next few weeks. It sounded like Dave was getting a bit obsessed with her and other men. He persuaded her to buy increasingly revealing dresses to wear when they went out to restaurants on date nights. I often babysat Amber and saw her transition to shorter and shorter hem lines and lower and lower scooped tops. When they went out with her obviously wearing stockings and a garter belt for the first time, I insisted she come round the next morning.

You have to look hard at a beautiful woman to notice they’re worse for wear. Hazel’s tell was that she was wearing full make-up, otherwise I’d never have guessed. When I asked her how the evening had gone, she spent the first ten minutes telling me how much she’d drunk and how unwell she still felt. I had to prod her to talk about the impact of the outfit.

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Smallness. It wasn’t that he found smallness particularly attractive but to an interested third party it might look that way and he had to admit he did always seem to end up dating small women. Dancer types with petite figures, toned, firm bodies, small breasts. There it was again – smallness. He had a theory to explain it. Smallness simply concentrated a woman’s sex appeal.

Terese was very small and very appealing. Barely five feet tall, she had small breasts and barely discernible nipples, her areolae being only a fraction of a shade darker than her sepia skin. The marks left by her bra showed more contrast.

She interrupted his reverie when she took his hand and raised it to her bosom. His fingers instinctively cupped her breast but for the most part his mind was still elsewhere and his attention soon returned to his private world. She was used to this and simply snuggled against his shoulder to wait until his ‘return’. She slept.

When she awoke – how long had she been asleep? It was getting light outside – he was watching her intently. This too she had grown accustomed to. When she had his attention at all it was completely undivided. There was no doubt that she was the sole subject of his thoughts. His eyes were gentle. The catholic girl in her believed that Jesus must have had eyes like that. His hand hadn’t moved from where she’d placed it over her breast. His other hand was also exactly where it had been, on the arm of the sofa. She didn’t need to look down to know what had changed. She didn’t need to but she still looked. Yes, there was his erection. He often watched her sleep and it always aroused him.

Reaching out, she stroked it, making it twitch warmly against her palm. He released her breast, his hand sliding down to her hip, cupping her bottom. She had a petite ass and, with her legs curled under her, her buttocks were taut and parted just enough that his fingertip came naturally to rest on her anus. Not for long though. His fingers moved an inch further as he caressed her perineum with small, circular fingertip movements. Still looking intently at Terese’ upturned face, he spoke for the first time since she’d arrived.

“The Chinese called this the place of remembering.” The pressure of his fingers increased a fraction and their circling Manavgat escort widened so that each orbit momentarily brushed over the base of her labia and the lightly puckered skin around her sphincter. “They said that massaging here could make a woman remember all her sexual experiences.”

“But I already remember all my sexual experiences. So do you.” It was true. He was her only lover. She’d known him all her life and been in love with him since she was 11. In high school, when all of her friends had already given their virginities to various spotty lads, she had been determined to save herself for him. When, at her parent’s pre-Christmas party, she’d cornered him on the stairs and kissed him with all the inept passion a horny teenager can muster, he’d politely but firmly refused her, sweetening the pill of rejection by telling her that such a thing, while uppermost in his heart’s desires, would surely land him in jail. He’d expected this girl-child’s crush to pass. He’d hoped she would meet a boy who’d take her mind off older men in general and him in particular.

He’d been wrong.

The following September, Terese had turned up at his house, aged 18 years and 1 day, to thank him for the card he’d sent her and the £50 inside it. She asked if he’d like to see what she’d bought with it? He nodded and, before he could stop her, she yanked her dress over her head and stood there in her lovely but somewhat scant new lingerie. She would not be denied. She was legal. She was sober and she was not bothered about the two decade age gap or the fact he’d been her father’s friend since the year dot. He tried and failed to resist. Her determination and her near nudity were too much temptation. He’d been surprised to encounter her hymen and, after her first gasp of pain, had been very gentle and patient so even that first time he had brought her to climax.

Lying there in his bed enjoying their first post-coital fugue, she’d said “Thank you Michael.” It was the first time Terese had used his given name – until then he’d always been Uncle Mike.

In the six months since, Terese had visited him often. From the start of their affair, Michael had taken on the role of mentor, tutoring her in the technique and variety of lovemaking. He’d started the Manavgat escort bayan following morning by asking her to masturbate in front of him. She was horribly embarrassed at first but did it nonetheless. He wanted to know how much she knew about her own body – not much. He taught her where all her erogenous zones were and how to experience both clitoral and vaginal orgasms. He bought her a couple of sex toys and showed her just how much pleasure her own body could give her. She learned muscle control and yoga, the uses of aromatic oils and massage. She learned to fully appreciate the beautiful, taut instrument that was her body.

Only after she had learned all this did Michael teach her how to please him. She was a quick study and soon knew her way around his body almost as well as her own. By now, she was an expert fellatrix and could keep him on the brink of coming for hours, which she frequently did.

Yes, Terese could recount every sexual experience but there was no need to – Michael had witnessed them all.

“Not all of them. Tell me about your very first orgasm.”

A few months earlier, she’d have been embarrassed to talk about this but now Michael’s request didn’t bother her a bit. She cast her mind back several years.

“I was 11. You were staying with us in Warwick. Remember? We went to the country club and you were showing off on the diving board. You looked so handsome and I could see the outline of this through your trunks.” She squeezed his erection to clarify what this was. “That night I was trying to imagine what it looked like up close, what it felt like to touch. I was touching myself because it felt good, sort of a warm tingle. Mum was being mean about my allowance and I wanted you to come and pick me up and carry me away to your castle – I know it’s not really a castle but it does have a tower so I used to think it was a castle. – You were always so nice to me and now I thought you were so handsome and thinking of you made me tingle down there and then it happened. The tingling grew much more intense, it passed right up through me and just seemed to go on and on. When it stopped I just wanted it to happen again. That was when I knew I loved you.”

“at 11?”

“Yes. Nearly12 though. And I was right. Escort manavgat I do love you and here we are in your castle and we’re going to live happily ever after.”

“Until you grow bored with me or wear me out or…”

“I’ll never grow bored and if I wear you out I’ll nurse you back to fitness and start all over again.”

“…Or your parents find out.”

“That would be a bad thing, wouldn’t it?”

“Very bad.”

“Better not knock me up then. Daddy’ll want to know who the father is for sure.”

“A good point.” His fingers stopped circling, dipped into her now very moist vagina and started spreading her secretions around her ass. One finger pressed a little harder and slipped in past the minimal resistance of her sphincter. “Perhaps we should concentrate on things that don’t lead to pregnancy.”

“You think my dad’ll be any happier if he finds out you’ve been sodomizing me?”

“He won’t have any reason to find out.”

“If you don’t stop teasing me and make love to me properly, I might just tell him.”

“Pax! I couldn’t give up your delightful little pussy anyway. Not if my life depended on it. We’ll just have to hope we can live happily ever after without anyone finding out.”

Michael lifted her bodily, spinning her round 180 degrees and impaling her on his still rigid penis. Terese kissed him, pressing her small, hard nipples against him, rubbing them over the course hair on his chest. Her hips gyrated against his lap and her vagina gripped him tightly. His hands cupped her bottom and his finger continued to tease her ass, slipping in a little further each time. Eventually, she leant right back, trapping his finger inside her, and let out a squeal of sheer ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her. Michael rolled her over, rolling himself off the sofa, onto his knees at the same time, so that the exhausted little nymph lay on her back, without ever dislodging his buried penis. As he started stroking slowly in and out of her, Terese reached down to gently tweak her clitoris. His thrusts became more urgent and her rubbing increased in vigour to keep time with him. Quickly and yet more quickly they built to a frenetic mutual orgasm, her muscle spasms, like a farmer’s fist, milking every last drop from him.

He slumped to the floor, resting his head on one of her splayed thighs to catch his breath. His eyes fell on her perineum, now slick with her juices and a thin white trickle of his sperm. The place of remembering. Such a small place to have such a profound effect. There it was again – smallness.

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I met Emma in the small reference library of our work place. This is the story of her seduction (of me?), and our education.

My story was pretty boring before I met Emma. Racing through high school and college, I had started my own business at age twenty. No big sweat; it came easily as long as I worked hard and kept my nose to the grindstone. No time for the partying and socializing of my peers. Any down time I had, I ran. The intense exercise cleared my head and de-stressed me. Some people called it jogging, but I went full out, and not many runners passed me on these excursions.

One year into my new business, I was bought by a much bigger endeavour and thought that the transaction would be beneficial to both parties. I stayed on, heading up the division where my expertise lay.

My office was noisy, so I often headed to the small reference library downstairs. It wasn’t really a library; it was a quiet room with working desks, a large project table a couple of very nice computers linked to high speed access, and a collection of technical manuals I often referred to. I could spend hours in there, lost in my own little world of science and ‘what if I tried this’ possibilities. It was my place of refuge.

I noticed Emma in the library one mid-June day. Mid height, and with shoulder length hair, she sat with a poise I’ve rarely seen. Her skin was pale, which accentuated her dark hair, and when she looked up, the depth of her eyes made me feel dizzy. I didn’t know her name then, but she had this quiet beauty that stuck in my mind, and I thought of her pretty much constantly over the next few days.

I couldn’t understand how this young woman, who had said nothing and had passed by me like a ship in the night, could stick in my brain so intensely. When I didn’t see her again for several days, I kicked myself for not having introduced myself to her. Not knowing her name precluded asking around, not that I ever would have entertained that thought. I wondered if she was just an itinerant student and she had appeared before me just to test me by the gods almighty.

I swore to myself that if another opportunity arose I would not pass it by. I was already 22 years old, and now comfortable enough in my career to start thinking of what I had pushed back for so long.

It was another two weeks before I saw her again. I wanted to jump up and ask her where she had been, but common sense and my own intrinsic shyness saved me from embarrassing myself.

I had been working on a project that could wait, so finally screwing up the courage, I stood and walked over to where she was reading.

“I’m Mark,” I said.

She looked up, then immediately down again. Her dark eyelashes fluttered and she started turning an absolutely gorgeous shade of pink. It made me think of a peach just as you caress it before taking your first bite.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know who you are.” She looked up as she stood and extended her hand, and I took it to shake it. For what seemed at first glance an extremely shy girl, her grip was firm and dry, telegraphing a confidence not apparent to the causal observer.

I smiled, not saying anything.

She looked down again, her colour changing again.

“I’m Emma.”

It was barely above a whisper and I strained to hear her. I wasn’t about to throw this opportunity away, so I asked her if I might sit.

She nodded, a smile just playing at the corner of her mouth.

“Please,” she said barely louder than her last words.

The details of what we talked about are not important. Suffice to say that as soon as she started talking about her project, she became animated and excited. I wasn’t my area, but I was certainly knowledgeable enough to understand the nitty-gritty of it.

When she finally looked at the time, she jumped up, excusing herself profusely, and headed for the door. As she disappeared down the hall, I couldn’t help but think it was going to be an interesting summer. I didn’t know anything more of her, except her name, but I had my ‘in’ now.

I didn’t see Emma for the next few days. I knew where her base was, so I made an excuse to myself and headed up to discuss details of a joint project with one of her supervisors. It was actually quite a fruitful meeting, and I left feeling that the meeting was not just an excuse after all.

Emma was waiting to head into the office as I came out. I almost walked right into her but stopped short. She looked a bit flustered, and went to back away, but I interrupted her by greeting her by name.

“Hello, Emma. I’ve missed you in the library.”

This young woman had a beautiful range of colours she could turn, and she demonstrated it again. I smiled and waited for her to regain her composure.

“Yes, soon,” she managed. “My super has suggested I ask you about a few aspects of my project.”

I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I couldn’t believe my luck. A chance to work with this young creature.

“Can we Manavgat escort meet tomorrow, at a time of your convenience?”

“Sure,” I replied. “I’m flexible all day.”

I headed backflip my office, smiling inwardly. I could hardly believe this turn of events and I headed home later with an unfamiliar ache in my groin.

I had a very fitful night’s sleep. It was filled with visions of Emma, and all the possibilities that only an over heated young man’s imagination could produce. This was new to me, and I was more than just a little confused by these feelings.

Morning finally came, and I was in my office early. I needed to get my desk cleared, to have time for Emma. I didn’t want to rush anything.

Emma appeared quite early, before some of my colleagues had even arrived. We headed to the library because as I had noted, it was quieter and more conducive to deep discussion. Besides her morning greeting, she had barely said anything, but as I walked behind her, I could smell her aroma and it was intoxicating.

I felt I was going to be challenged drawing her into any non-work conversation, and I was desperate to make it work.

We sat, Emma along the long side of the table and me at right angles to her on her left. I felt we could be close enough to examine papers together, but non-threatening at the same time. Emma opened a folder, blushed at me, stuttered twice then began.

Like a cold Diesel engine, as soon as she warmed to the task, she set a pace I could hardly match. I listened intently, scribbling a note on a scratch pad in front of me.

When she finished, we sat in silence. For the second time in two meetings I had been totally surprised by the Emma that lurked under the surface of this pretty, lithe young woman. I was quiet for another few long seconds.

“Fantastic,” I said. “I have a couple of comments and a couple of ideas I think you might like.”

“Super,” was all she said.

Another silence and then we both started talking together. A couple of nervous laughs, and three hours later we looked up to the clock and both gasped. How had the time flown by so fast?

Emma folded up her papers and put them in her satchel.

“Thank you,” she said, and looked at me intently.

“You’re welcome,” I replied.

She made to leave, but paused to turn to me again.

“Was there anything else?” she asked.

It was my turn to stammer. I could feel the heat in my face. I could only hope it wasn’t too obvious. She was watching me, and that almost smile played at the corner of her lips again.

“Actually,” I stammered, “there was something. I was wondering, I mean, I had something I wanted to talk to you about.”

She was starring at me, her large brown eyes, so deep and endless, silently asking me to go ahead.

“It has nothing to do with work,” I blurted out.

It was Emma’s turn to be more composed. She didn’t wait to ask what it was about, or what I meant. She raised her hand to me and just said, “Meet me in the coffee shop across the street after work.”

She then put her fingers to her lips, silently saying keep it a secret, and she turned and walked out, down the hall.

I sat there with my notes in front of me, scattered like my brain was at that moment. How did she turn me into a quaking bowl of jelly without even a word, and how in the world did she know where I was going before I even managed to spit it out! I needed to up my game, but realized I was in over my head with something I wanted for the first time in my life.

The afternoon dragged on. I had never had an afternoon last that long before. I even walked into a colleague’s office to check my clock. Finally I had had enough, and did my best to wash up and make myself presentable. No small ask if you are me.

The coffee shop was not busy, but not quiet either. I found a spot where I could sit with my back to the window, and be anonymous.

Emma was late. I wondered if she had had second thoughts about meeting me. After all, workplace trysts have been discouraged by the powers that be, and we were about to tread on thin ice.

Just as I was beginning to curse myself for being so naively hopeful, she walked in. I say walked, because she had had to have been walking. What I saw was an angel float in, hardy touching the ground. She was wearing something different from earlier in the day. It was yellow, and light, and barely seemed to hide her graceful curves. I swallowed hard, and told myself to keep my cool, just be me and it would be okay.

Emma sat down across from me. She smiled, gazed at me with those wide, dark eyes of hers.

“Hi,” was all she said. She wasn’t making it easy for me.

Moments passed. I shuffled in my seat.

Finally she continued, “Before we go any further, we need to lay down some ground rules.”

“How do you know where we are going?” I replied. “I haven’t said anything yet!”

She smiled at me again that way. She said Manavgat escort bayan simply that she had been watching me watching her since that first day in the library. It was her idea to develop a joint project, and that I was an open book when it came to reading my mind.

I sat up, totally overwhelmed. Here I was thinking I was the hunter, all the while being the prey.

I cleared my throat to speak but she put her hand up.

“Yes,” was all she said.

I breathed out. What would it be like to date someone who knew what I was thinking before I did? This was going to be interesting!

I took another big breath, and suddenly we were both talking at once. And no, she couldn’t read my mind, she just had a very perceptive take on behaviour, and paid attention to people around her. She was one of these people who could read a face like it was a book. Her shy demeanour hid a very interesting and inquisitive mind. On the other hand, it became apparent that Emma was not worldly at all. She had followed the same path as I had, with pretty much the same results. She was just a couple of years behind me.

After talking and exploring our common pasts, Emma said she had to head off.

“We can’t be seen together,” she said. “I know people and how they behave. I can’t be seen with you or my co-workers will think I’m sucking up. They would make my life impossible.”

I nodded. Mine too I thought.

We said our goodbyes, but turning before she left she said, “Friday. Somewhere quiet. You decide.”

I headed home then. The ache from earlier in the week had intensified and localized. My balls had never hurt when I walked before, but I had a difficult time now. I was going to have to temporize or life was going to be very painful.

I headed for my shower immediately on arriving home. I had thought that I didn’t want to come across as a total loser when and if the big moment came, I should practice putting a condom on beforehand. What better place than a nice warm shower, and I could relieve some of the pressure at the same time.

Warming up was easy. All I had to do was think of Emma, and sproinge, up I went with an ache and throb that was begging for release. I opened the little disc, and placed it over the head of my cock. I had read the instructions, and rolled it down my shaft. No problems so far. I started slowly stroking, thinking of Emma all the while. Within seconds, I had a burning sensation along my shaft, which grew rapidly to intolerable! I ripped the condom off, and look with dismay at my lobster-red cock. I turned into the shower and hurriedly rinsed myself off, using soap and a lot of TLC. Just my luck, and I had even bought the non-latex brand because they had promised that ‘you don’t even know it’s there’.

A lot of Benadryl cream, a sleep of the dead, and the next morning I was relieved to examine myself and find everything thing appeared to have returned to normal. No one was ever going to believe this.

I should have known that Friday would take longer than usual to arrive. I tried to bury myself in my work, as was my usual pattern. It worked, but it was painfully slow. I also wracked my brain for an idea for us. ‘Somewhere quiet’.

Time does click by and a pretty regular rate. It’s only our perception of it that changes. And Friday did come and I was more than ready.

I left a message for Emma, under the guise of work on her project. Time, place, and I would bring a bottle of nice wine. All she had to do was to bring herself and her wonderfully acute sense of observation.

Emma was there pretty much on time.

It was a nice restaurant, out of the way, quiet, and certainly not pretentious. Perfect for a first date. I was surprised how relaxed we both were, given the surprises at work and the uncertainties of a true first date. We talked about me, of course, but soon enough, all about Emma.

I found her a fascinating, multifaceted young woman. She had done everything except fuck around. She could talk about science, about art, and more importantly, could listen to opinions that did not agree with her own. I thought that here was the woman I wanted to spend a lot of time with.

Dinner came, and we shared bits and pieces. One of the wonderful things about the bistros in my neighbourhood was that you couldn’t just eat your own dinner. You had to share, because each mouthful was so delectable. Watching Emma eat was also part of the enjoyment. Every bite seemed an experience not to be forgotten.

Eating dinner with a beautiful woman makes food and wine taste better, and mine was tasting like it never had before. Not even a starving man on a desert island could have had the same appreciation that I felt.

Dinner finished, much later that I had anticipated. We had talked about ourselves, work, and many other things. It was easier than I could have ever hoped for. We walked along the lake front and suddenly it was very late. We made our way back to my car, and Escort manavgat I drove her home.

Emma lived in her own apartment, her parents were living in another city.

I walked her to the door. She didn’t ask me in, and gave me a chaste kiss goodbye. I was secretly relieved, because I still had the allergic episode in my mind. I had no idea of what we would do when the opportunity finally arose.

As I drove home, my mind was more settled, but my balls were not. This ache was becoming familiar, and I needed to do something about it. Alas, that something was a somebody, and we were going to move at her pace. I was going to have to be patient.

Another visit to the shower, but this time without and props, and I soon felt that I could be more patient.

Over the next two weeks, I met Emma several times. Each time as chaste as the first. I was a little frustrated, but we were clicking extremely well on all other fronts. The furthest I had reached as far as physical contact, was holding hands.

We walked and talked, and laughed and talked some more. Sometimes Emma would walk, and I would just admire her lithe form moving. She didn’t seem to walk like other people; she seemed to float, not really touching the ground. I had noticed this the first time I had seen her out of the work environment. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of it.

Her hair also had seemed to change. Still dark, it seemed to be alive, and she would toss her head slightly to move it on out of her eyes. It could see her sneaking peeks at me when she thought I wasn’t watching. Of course, I was doing the same.

One evening we were sitting by the lake watching pairs of ducks. The mallards with all their colours were spectacular. We laughed as the males patrolled and protected their mates. Emma moved closer to me, pushing her shoulder into my side. I put my hand on hers, and she reached over to take my hand with her other hand also, holding it firmly on her lap. She didn’t look at me, keeping her gaze on the ducks.

As we returned towards her place, we walked hand in hand. Emma very walked close to me, and I could feel her breast gently colliding with my arm every few strides. I wondered if this was on purpose, or just because we were walking so closely, but when her hand tightened on mine every time this happened, I knew it wasn’t by chance.

Things finally seemed to move forward. On a subsequent evening we had been exploring near her flat, and as I walked her to her door, she turned and gave me a very warm kiss right on the lips. I returned the kiss eagerly, and she reached up to take my neck and pull it down to her.

“I’d really like to do this again soon,” she whispered, kissing me again, pushing against me fully. I could feel her breasts on my chest, and an arm pulling my waist.

“Tomorrow is Friday, so come over here after work. I can try to make something nice.”

She kissed me again, with her now familiar smile playing at the corner of her mouth. I should have known by now that this smile spoke volumes.

Friday evening could not come soon enough. I kept thinking of Emma pressed against me, of her lips on mine.

I was in the library again, trying to concentrate on some esoteric part of a job, and Emma sat down across from me. I looked up and caught her eye. She gave me that almost smile, and looked away. There were other people around, and she was playing it close. Something though, made me feel better, having seen her and having her see me. I couldn’t describe it, but it was as if our hearts had talked in a conspiratorial way, without ever having said a word. We had our secret and it was safe.

At home, I showered and changed. If Emma was cooking, I was bringing flowers and wine. I arrived at her doorstep just on time.

I rang.

Was this the woman of my dreams?

Was I waiting for my life to change forever?

I waited with bated breath.

Opening the door, she took my hand, and wordlessly guided me in.

I looked at her, and she did her almost smile again. I knew now that this expression spoke worlds, and I could feel my cock throbbing with un-promised anticipation in its prison. She tipped her head up and gave me another warm kiss.

“Yesterday was really nice. I’m surprised that you took so long to kiss me,” she whispered. “I think that’s why I’m really getting to like you.”

I was more than a little surprised. I have been patiently waiting for her to give me a cue, while she had been testing me.

“I think we need to explore this possibility further,” she said in her most scientific and businesslike expression, then burst out laughing.

She was obviously as as interested and nervous as I had been about taking our relationship to the next level. I leaned forward and kissed her again, this time letting my hands play softly over her hips. We stood and kissed like this for a bit, neither of us knowing exactly what the next step should be.

“This way,” she motioned, and led me down the hall.

Emma had set her table romantically. There were candles on the table, and strategically placed around the room. Their flames cast a soft glow on everything, especially on Emma. She seemed to positively radiate and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

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It was a beautiful sunny Friday afternoon when Rick was detailing his bike in the driveway. He had planned on going for a little scoot.

Rick’s attention was diverted when he looked up to see the neighbor girl getting the mail. Alicia had just graduated high school and planned on going to college in the fall. Rick waved to her casually and returned to the job at hand. He was surprised when he saw her walking up the driveway towards him.

Other than her graduation party, he had only talked to her a couple times in the last five years. She was the youngest of three girls, now eighteen.

Alicia was a tall blond, about 5’9″, and only weighed a 120 pounds. She was wearing a t-shirt and a short light blue skirt that flowed with every step she made.

Alicia smiled at Rick, “Are you cleaning up the Harley to take me for a ride?”

Rick just smiled, “I would love to have some company on such a beautiful day.”

Rick had a hard time not to stare at Alicia’s long, tan legs as she helped him roll up the hose. They both grabbed their sunglasses and Rick got on the bike to stabilize it while Alicia got on. Alicia’s skirt raised all the way up as she lifted her leg over the back of the seat. She scooted up tight behind Rick and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Hold on tight,” Rick said as he could feel her little breasts against his back. Rick reached back with his left hand and touched her bare thigh, “Ready?”

Alicia giggled, “Be gentle, it’s my first time.”

Rick just laughed, and rolled the power on. They were about ten miles away when Alicia started fidgeting. Her knees were going in and out and she just couldn’t sit still. Rick knew what she was doing, he had seen this before.

Alicia let go of his waist with her right hand, reached between her legs and proceeded to touch herself. Rick’s cock was hard with thought of this gorgeous blond masturbating on the back of his bike.

He reached back with his left hand and touched the inside of her left thigh. Alicia clamped her legs against Rick hard and didn’t move for the rest of the ride.

When they returned to Rick’s place, Alicia got off the bike slowly. Her face was flushed and she looked guilty and yet had this innocent little smile.

“Enjoy the ride?” Rick asked.

Alicia replied, “Oh, yes!”

“You sure look good on the back of my Harley. You should be a model. I’d love to photograph you sometime.”

Alicia Alanya Escort escort giggled, “Sounds like fun. Where’s the camera?”

Rick just laughed, “Don’t move.”

Alicia sat on Rick’s bike and waited for Rick to return with his camera. He took several pictures of Alicia just sitting on the scoot.

“Damn,” Rick said. “You sure have beautiful skin. I want to see more. Have you ever taken any erotic photographs?”

“I took some in my bedroom by myself, but they didn’t turn out very good.”

“I have had several photo shoots here and all of them have been tasteful, except for a couple that were intended for certain websites. You could be totally naked and not show anything, That’s sexy. It’s what you don’t see that makes you want to see more.”

“Really?”

“Sure, just be yourself, have fun. We’re both adults. There is nothing I haven’t seen.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Alicia said.

“That’s okay, don’t worry. You are so hot that it doesn’t matter,” Rick said laughing. “I’ll pose you. Take off your skirt.”

Alicia was scared and excited at the same time. Just the thought of undressing in front of Rick was making her wet, and what if her parents came home. They were just across the road!

“I can’t”

“Don’t be afraid. Would it make you less nervous if I get undressed?

“Huh”

Rick unbuttoned his cutoffs and slipped then to the ground around his ankles.

Alicia stared at Rick’s cock that protruded in his boxer briefs. “Better?”

Without saying a word, and still staring, Alicia dropped her skirt to the ground exposing her little white panties. She stood mute with her hands clasp together in front of her.

“Now, that’s sexy.” Rick said grabbing the camera and began shooting.

Alicia began to pose for Rick like a little cock tease.

“How about that t-shirt?”

Alicia smiled, then flashed Rick quickly. “Like this?”

“Take it off.”

Alicia kind of bit her bottom lip and hung her head. “They aren’t very big.”

“Cmon, let me see.”

Alicia pulled her t-shirt over her head and exposed her breasts for a second before covering them with her arms.

Rick walked over to her and touched her arm. “Let me see.” She lowered her arms to expose her 32b’s. “See.”

“They’re perfect!” Rick exclaimed. “Just look at these pretty puffy nipples,” Rick said as he squeezed her left nipple.

Alicia Alanya Escort bayan gasped as he played with her left breast.

Rick pinched her nipple hard, “I want you to pose naked on my bike.”

“Naked?”

“Come here,” Rick said as he led her by the hand to the Harley. “I want you to put your right hand on the handle bar and your left hand on the seat.:

She bent over slightly and did what Rick told her to do. Alicia felt his hands on her waist at the top of her panties, then felt him roll them down slowly. She wanted him to stop but couldn’t say anything.

“Very nice,” Rick said as he complimented her firm ass as he slapped he playfully.

Alicia’s knees got weak as Rick slid her panties down further until they dropped around her ankles.

“They are wet. Is this pussy wet too?” Rick asked as his hand found it’s way between her firm cheeks.

“Nooo, don’t, oh, ooooh.” Alicia said as she turned around quickly. “I can’t.”

“It’s okay, what’s the matter?”

She held her head down, “I never…”

“You mean… never, as in a virgin?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

Rick just laughed, “There is nothing wrong with that. I bet you still masturbate, don’t you?”

Alicia just held her head and blushed.

“Come here,” Rick said grabbing her by the hand. Rick led her to the blanket that he laid out in the sun earlier that day. “Lay down and show me. I want you to masturbate for me. Lay down.”

Confused, Alicia didn’t know what to do. She was turned on more than she had ever been, yet scared. She was naked in front of a stranger, across the road from her parents. “Rick?”

“I want you to just relax, lay down and show me that beautiful body.”

Alicia laid down on the soft blanket with her legs together and her hands covering her body.

“What are you ashamed of,” Rick said as he knelt next to her. “You have such a beautiful body,” He said as he touched her leg. “Show me.”

She spread her legs slowly, but covered her pussy wither her right hand.

Rick grabbed her hand, “Let me see.”

Alicia slowly pulled her hand away exposing her virgin little pussy. She felt as if she had no control. He was old, compared to her., but, there was something about this whole situation that excited her.

Rick could see the wetness glistening off her little lips. He pushed her legs apart firmly and lunged forward plunging his face Escort alanya onto her wetness licking furiously.

“Noooo, ooooo, ahh, Rick. Ahhhhh.”

Alicia convulsed as Rick continued to lick her virgin lips. She had never felt such pleasure in her life. She wanted him to stop but couldn’t say the words. It felt so good. She squirmed as Rick ate her pussy like an animal. She felt his tongue flicking in and out of her faster and faster, then he encircled his tongue around her swollen clit. She felt herself starting to cum as he sucked on her clit, then thrust his tongue deep inside her.

“Yes, yes, yes’ she screamed as Rick continued to devour her.

As Alicia came she clamped her legs around Rick’s head. The harder she tried to push him away, the more Rick licked. Alicia felt pleasure that she had never felt before.

“Stop, stop, ooooh, please, ooh, pleeeeeas stop!”

He tried to lap up every drop as Alicia gushed all over Rick’s face.

Rick came up for air, “Baby, I could eat your sweet pussy all day.”

Still trying to catch her breath, Alicia grabbed Rick, “Fuck me, fuck me now.”

Rick pulled down his underwear exposing his rock hard cock. He began to part her lips , then stopped.

“Noooo, don’t stop, fuck me!”

“Fuck!” Rick yelled as he pulled away. “You saved yourself this long, for someone special. It’s not that I don’t want you. You are so fucking hot, I’m ready to cum now! Think, Is this really what you want?”

“Oh God yes, Fuck me, I need you inside me. Oh please, fuck me.”

Rick didn’t need to hear any more. He parted her little lips and forced his cock into her.

“Ow, oooooh …”

Alicia’s pussy was so tight, Rick could only hold her tight as he forced his way deep inside of her. Alicia moaned as she wrapped her legs around him pulling him only deeper inside. Rick almost came immediately but stayed hard.

Alicia met Rick’s thrusts continuously until she heard her dad’s pick up pull in to their driveway.

“Rick, Rick, stop, stop, stop, oh, ahhhhh.”

Alicia felt herself coming again. She tried to fight it, but the more she tried to push Rick away, the harder he forced himself into her.

“Rick, Ohhh, stop, stop, ohhhhh…”

Rick pulled out shooting his cum all over Alicia’s stomach. She lay there exhausted, legs still spread with the evidence of her lost innocence.

“My dad’s home, I have to go.” Alicia said as got up and gathered her clothes. She quickly got dressed, “I was suppose to make supper.”

Alicia kissed and held Rick tightly. “Thank you so much.,” she giggled, “I can’t wait to tell my friend Jen. “I finally gave up my virginity! She thought I’d be the last.” She said giggling.

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The next morning Noel woke up at 6:50

“Shit” she screamed. She ran downstairs and realize no one was home. She then ran outside and realized her friends were not there to pick her up. She went to call her friends and saw there was a text from Amanda

“Noel where are you it 6:49 we have to go see you at school.”

I’m dead, Noel thought to herself. Then she saw Josh walk out of his house and going on his motorcycle.

“Hey Noel” Josh said smiling

“Hi” Noel said blushing

“Do you need a ride” he said

“Yeah but I don’t think my dad would ever let me ride that” she said worried.

“How will he find out” he said with a grin.

Then Noel gave in and ran over and jumped on his motorcycle. Then he pulled out of the driveway.

When they pulled into school, it was 6:59 and everyone was heading into the school. All heads turned when they heard Josh’s motorcycle pulled up and everyone saw Noel holding on to him in the back. When they were walking in Amanda stopped Noel

“Omg are you guys going out” said Amanda

“Are you crazy!?! I needed a ride and my friends didn’t wait for me” she said laughing

For the rest of the day, people were talking about how they rode up together. At the end of the day, jackie walked over to Jennifer and Noel

“Party at my house tonight and it’s gonna be wild” she said

“Yayyy” said Jenn

“What time” Noel asked

7 why? ask Jackie.

“My parents wants me to stay home this weekend” said Noel quitely

“Why” said both of them

“They think I have changed and their worry about me” said Noel. Then added ” Have I changed”

“No” they both said

“Well meet at my house and help me seek out okay” Noel said.

“Kk, we will come at 5” they both said

Later that night, Noel’s mom and dad were making dinner. Her brothers and sisters were watching tv and Noel was upstairs in her room. Then she heard her mom talking to Jenn, Amanda and Jackie.

“Hi girls” said Kim

“Hi, Mrs.Michaels” said the girls

“If your looking for Noel she’s upstairs” Kim said

“Okay thanks” they said

“Oh and one more thing Noel can’t leave the house tonight” she added.

“We know” they said

When they walked upstairs they opened Noel’s door and saw Noel wear a short-short tight red dress, black pumps and a hand purse and a lot of make-up.

“Dam girl, you look hot” Amanda said laughing

“Okay, how are we gonna do this” said Jenn

Then Nicole walk in the room.

“You know mom and dad are not letting you leave the house and if they did not like that” Nicole said

“Nicole, Pleasee cover for me” Noel said begging

“Fine, just because I’m a good sister” she said grinning

Then Noel added.

“And because you grounded right” Noel said while laughing

Then all the girls went downstairs Alanya Escort escort and went out the front door.

Later that night everyone started to arrive at Jackie’s house. Then all the boys walked in and Josh saw Noel.

“Holy Shit, Josh do you see how hot she looks”said Andrew. “She’s all your tonight” Andrew said.

“She really does look good” said Josh

For the rest of the night, Josh was dancing and grinding with Noel. Then a couple kids started playing Truth or Dare.

Amanda said “Truth or Dare…Jackie”

“Truth” she said

“Did you and Andrew have sex” she said

“I hate you and yes” then everyone started laughing.

“Okay…Okay” Jackie said. It’s mine turn

“Truth or Dare Josh” Jackie said

“Dare” he said

“French Kiss Noel” she said. Then the room went slient, all you could hear was the other part of the party.

“Okay” he said awkwardly.

As he went in he realized this is what I have been waiting for but…and it happen their lips met.

“I don’t see tongue!” said a kid named Bobby.

Then the kiss got more intense and Josh started running his hand through her soft hair.

“Umm..You guys can stop”. Jackie said

“Let’s go back to the party” Jenn said then everyone stood up and walked out of the room.

~

“Noel, Dinner ready” said Kim

“I’ll go get her” said Chase

As he tryed to open the door, he realized it was lock. Then Nicole walked passed him.

“Sweetie, where’s Noel” her dad said

Trying to cover up for Noel she said

“Daddy, can you help me with my homework” she said nice and sweet.

“When have you wanted to do homework” he said

“Well I want to go to a Performing Arts School and I need good grades” she said

“Fine, I guess Noel just sleeping” he said

~

Everyone was dancing and having fun when Josh whispered in Noel ear

“Let’s go upstairs” he said while pulling her hand

He took her upstairs to Jackie’s parents room.

“You look beautiful” he said while putting Noel’s hair behind her ear.

“Kiss me” Noel said

Then he went in and felt the same feeling he felt earlier but this time it was sexy and hot. Then he start unzippering Noel’s dress and just looked at 36C boobs right in his face.

“Do you like what you see” she said in a sexy tone. While Josh’s eyes just look at them. Then he took one out of her pink Lacey bra and started sucking on her nipples then he picked her up and laid her on the bed. He saw how hard her nipples were and sucked and licked some more.

“Oh Josh….your so good at that” she said while moaning his name. He loved the feeling of hearing someone moaning his name. Then he took off her bra and wet panties.

“You so wet, it makes me so horny” he said. Then he took of his shirt and jeans. Then noel Alanya Escort bayan went down on him sucking his manhood.

“Jesus Chirst” he said. She then started rubbing on it. Then she came back up and he started bitting and kissing her up and down her body. Then he started licking her lips in a circle, then Noel said

“I am gonna cum” she said screaming. Then Josh stopped and asked Noel if he can enter her and he did then they both cum at the same time. Then josh rolled over on his back.

“Holy Shit, that was amazing” she said

“I never had sex before and im glad I saved it for you” he said softly.

“Me too” she said. Then Josh kissed her softly, then they cuddled together and fell asleep.

~

“Nicole Jennifer Michaels, if you don’t tell your mother and I where Noel is you can say goodbye to your phone, iPod, laptop and all your little friends” said Chase.

“I told you I DON’T KNOW” she said yelling in his face.

“Tell US” Kim and Chase said at the same time.

“FINE” she went on.

“She went to a party at Jackie’s, she wanted to go because josh was going to be there” Nicole said

“Jackie’s parents are gonna be piss and I knew that boy was doing something to her” said her mom

Chase didn’t say anything, then he grab the keys and got into his police car with his wife behind him.

~

Josh and Noel woke up 10 minutes later and heard their friends coming upstairs.

“Love birds! Open the door” said Amanda

“What time is it babe”. Noel said to Josh

“Did you just call me babe?”. Josh said

“Yeah, is that okay”. She said

“It’s fine, I like it”. He said while smiling

Then they got up and put on their chothes. As they walked out of the room hand and hand, Noel realize her dad’s car was in the front of Jackie’s house.

“Fuck”. She said to herself

“What’s wrong” Josh said

“My parents are here, they aren’t suppose to know I’m here”. She said with her head down.

“What are you gonna do” he said

“Did you bring your motorcycle”. she said

“Ya…why” he said

“Please take me home your motorcycle is the only chance of me getting home before them”. Noel said while begging.

Then Josh took her hand and took her to his bike.

“You owe me”. He said while grinning

Then she rapped her arms around his neck saying.

“I would love too” she said then started laughing.

~

When pulled up to her house she realize her parents weren’t home.

“Thanks for the ride” she said

“No problem” he said. As he walked away she stopped her and said.

“Noel, let me take you on a date tomorrow? If that’s okay”. He said

Then Noel turned around and before she could say anything her parents pulled into their driveway.

“Yes” she screamed as she ran inside.

When Noel’s Escort alanya parents walked in they were mad.

“When we tell you not to leave, you think you can just leave and have you 14 year old sister cover for you”. Chase said

“Dad, why can’t you just let me have fun? All you want me to do is stay here”. She said

“YOUR 16 not 21 start acting like it” he said yelling. Then added

“Also if I ever see you in that outfit again you will be died” he said now yelling

“DAD, IM NOT YOUR LITTLE GIRL ANYMORE STOP!” she said now almost crying.

Then she ran upstairs and started crying. Then she heard her parents starting to fight.

“You didn’t have to yell at her like that”. Kim said

“Shut up Kim” said Chase

“Hey, I didn’t do anything to you yerk” Kim said now getting mad.

“You never do anything…I’m always the bad guy right”. Chase said rudely

Then all Noel heard was yelling. Then all she heard was a slap and a woman crying. What just happen Noel thought to herself. Then she heard her mom telling her dad to get out. After her mom said that all she heard was her dad begging for forgiveness. Chase always had horrible anger issues. As Noel open her door she saw a huge bruise on her mom’s right cheek.

“I’m…sorry”. Noel said to her mom

“It’s not your fault honey, go get some sleep”. Kim said.

Later that night she heard her dad walk in the house with red roses and heard her mom and dad make up. Then she heard Josh’s voice and she looked at her window, there he was climbing in the window.

“Hey…Babe”. He said while smiling at her and kissed her.

“What are you doing here”. Noel said

“Im not allowed to miss my girlfriend and visit her”. He whispered is her ear.

“I missed you too”. She said

Then he started making out with her and layed her on Noel’s bed. Then started kissing her neck.

“Oh baby” she said moaning. Then he took his cock and started rubbing it on her stomach.

“Oh…Josh..Faster”. She screamed

Then he went down on her and started sucking on her pussy. Right when everything was going good the wrose happened…Mr.Michaels walked in.

“Get the fuck off my daughter”. He screamed.

Josh jumped off and said.

“Please, Mr.Michaels this was all me not Noel”. He said respectfully.

“I dont care who started it, all I know is that if I see you again with my daughter well god only knows”. Chase said

“Daddy you can’t do this please”. Noel said begging

“Im sorry, Mr.Michaels”. Josh said

Then he turned to Noel and hugged her.

~

“Daddy, I hate that you know that right”. Noel yelled that to he dad.

“All you think about is yourself” Noel said that while yelling in his face.

“Noel stop this right now he is not a good boy, he’s the one to get you knocked up”. Chase said

“You don’t even know him”. She screamed and ran out the door.

~

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