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Prologue

Hi, my name is Alisha Parker and at the time this story takes place. I was 18 years old. Now you may be wondering why an 18 year old virgin would think her story might interest you. Well let me tell you a bit and you decide.

First off I will tell you about me and my parents. Kind of a lead in so you understand my story better. Like I said I was 18 when this took place. I have never been a beauty queen but I think I have a nice body. I am 5’8″, 160lbs. Now before you hit delete let me tell you, I am chubby not fat. I am tall enough that my belly is not model thin but not huge either.

I also have a pair of size 40D tits hanging off my chest. Yup…I’ve got size D, pert and strong titties. They don’t sag like some bigger women. They come out just right. I also have a tight little pussy that has never been touched by hands other then mine. You know the saying 16 and never been kissed? Well I was 18 and never been kissed, licked or sucked. Believe me, being an 18 year old virgin sucks.

It is made even worse when you feel like you are the only virgin left in your high school. Try sitting in the locker room hearing all the other girls talking about their sexual conquests and the best you can come up with is; I stuck three fingers up my pussy last night. Boring I know. But that was my life.

Sorry to bore you with memory lane. Anyway, my parents are the greatest but they are also very boring. They get up, go to work, come home and spend the night either watching TV or reading. They have sex once a week with the lights off and my dad on top. I don’t think my dad has ever seen my mother naked. Not that I am about to ask.

Bored yet? I’m sure you are. Well here is the little twist to my story. I spent my 18th birthday in a bordello. You know what I mean right? Whore house, house of ill repute. Yada Yada. You get the idea. Surprised? So was I. But there I was, in an all male house of ill repute with 12 of the hottest guys fucking my little brains out.

Now for you guys and gals out there that are like this is more like it and about to whip it out I will tell you. Yes there is a lot of sex in my story. But there is so much more. Each of these men touched me in a different way both sexually and emotionally. In the end I ended up falling head over heels for one of them. Lucky for me he felt the same way and we will be married next spring. We are also expecting our first child.

Who is it you may ask? Well you will have to listen to my story to find out. No cheating by skipping to the end though.

But if you are willing, sit back, pull out your cock or pussy and listen to an 18 year olds tale of sex, romance and love.

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Chapter 1 how it all began

Hi there. It’s me again. Are you still with me? Good I was worried there for a minute. Well since you’ve come this far I will tell you my story. It begins the morning of my 18th birthday.

It was early yet. The sun was barely up but I was wide awake. Summer had begun and the guy on the radio claimed it was going to be the hottest so far this year. So there I am laying there in bed with the window open to catch the early morning breeze and the fan on full blast. It is however still like an oven in my room. Add that to the erotic dreams I had the night before and you have one very hot girl.

So there I am, lying naked in the middle of my queen sized bed listening to the guy on the radio tell me we’re gonna have a scorcher. “Tell me about it.” I moaned as I ran my hands over my body. My nipples were already hard and my pussy was leaking juice like there was no tomorrow.

I knew my parents would sleep for a couple more hours yet since it was their day off so I thought I would get some fun in before they woke up. I had learned to be quiet when I masturbated over the past couple of years. The first time I came, I screamed so hard that my dad burst into my room because he thought I was being killed. Not exactly a scene a girl wants to remember.

I started out as I always do. I closed my eyes picturing my favorite actor naked in my mind. Then I ran my hands over my tits. Running my fingertips lightly over my flesh and felt it shiver. My Alanya Escort escort fingers moved down to my nipples, pulling and squeezing them as I moaned softly. Now the image in my mind shifts to him fucking me in many different positions. So my hand lazily moves down my body until it comes to my bare pussy. That’s right, bare. No hair whatsoever. I never grew any down there. The doctors have a name for it but whatever.

Anyway, I run my fingertip over my outer pussy lips as I continued to maul at my breast with my other hand. Now between my hands and the image in my head, my pussy is getting pretty hot. So I spread the lips open and lightly touch my clit. Talk about an electric shock. WOW! A strong sensation of pleasure courses through me almost making me scream. Almost. So I ran my nail lightly over my clit a couple of times as I start panting and lifting my hips. Oh god that feels so good. But it’s not good enough.

My other hand is still mauling my breast but this hand is getting busy. I run my hand down over my pussy until I reach the little bump above my slit. I press on it a couple of times and moan. Oh yea, right there. Then my hand snakes even further down until I find the prize.

My slit is soaked and still leaking. What’s a girl to do? I’ll tell you. I slide three fingers deep inside me. “OH GOD What a feeling.” My muscles clench down on my digits as I slowly move them in and out.

Now by now as you have probably guessed, I’m not thinking about my favorite actor anymore. Oh no, my mind is lost on the sensations coursing through my body as I slowly finger myself. You can bet I was moaning up a storm as my fingers slid in and out of my sweet little pussy. My hips were lifting so hard and fast against my thrusting hand that the bed was squeaking. Not that I cared. I was lost in a world of pleasure.

Now my hand is flying in and out of me and my orgasm is building but I need just a bit more to push myself over the edge. So my hand leaves my battered breast to attack my hard, throbbing clit. I rake my nail over it as I continued to slam my fingers inside me. Believe me it wasn’t long before I was mewling like crazy and that bed was bouncing like it was in a hurricane.

My feet were braced against the bed while my ass was in the air as I attacked my pussy with my hands. Suddenly I felt like my whole world had exploded as my orgasm washed over me. I clamped my lips shut to hold in the scream as my pussy clenched at my thrusting fingers. Believe me, it wasn’t easy not to just let go.

I kept up the motion with my hands, trying to cum as long as I can when finally I just collapsed back against the bed. My hands left my sated pussy and I immediately stuck them in my mouth. Now before you ask, no I am not bi. I don’t like the idea of sucking on another woman’s pussy. But I do like the taste of my own juices and I sucked greedily at my fingers that morning.

Tasting my juices turned me on again so I thought I would have another go when I heard dad stumbling to the bathroom across the hall. Damn well that took care of that. Climbing out of bed, I grabbed my robe, put it on then headed for the bathroom. I kissed daddy’s cheek when he stumbled out then showered to get ready to face the day.

Now another thing I should tell you about my parents is they believe in traditions. For my sixteenth birthday they bought me a car. You know the usual. Well one tradition is to have the same thing every year for breakfast. When you have waffles, sausage, juice and milk every year for 18 years, you really get to where you hate waffles.

But there at my place on the table when I walked into the dining room a few minutes later was my traditional birthday breakfast. I smiled at my mother then sat down, drowned the waffles in syrup then began to eat.

Daddy came stumbling in a couple minutes later. He kissed mamma on the cheek then gratefully took the cup she held out to him. From the looks of them and the way they looked at each other I figured they had fun last night. I did some calculations in my mind. It was Saturday. Yup. Last night was sex night. Predicable aren’t they?

After breakfast Alanya Escort bayan mom hugged me and handed me $100.00. “This is part of your birthday present baby. I want you to go out and buy you something sexy to wear to dinner tonight.”

Another tradition. We had dinner at the Italian restaurant down the street on birthdays and anniversaries. I looked at her, “something sexy?”

She smiled. “Yup, I want you to get something really sexy.”

She kissed me on the cheek again then walked over to see what daddy was doing.

“Okay…” I said as she walked off. I went to my room to grab my purse and keys then headed out the door heading for the mall.

30 Minutes later I pulled my little Honda civic into a space at 3 Star mall. Now our town isn’t huge like some of them but it did have a nice 2 story mall. My favorite store is Sally’s boutique. There is a huge sign in the window that reads. “Big women are beautiful to.”

Don’t be fooled by the name though. It is actually a clothing store designed for bigger girls. Does pretty good business from what I’ve seen to. Anyway, I made my way through the crowded mall till I came to Sally’s. Now Sally is a short, redheaded butterball. I swear she is as big around as she is tall. But she is also the sweetest woman you could ever meet. She runs the store with her husband Paul who is tall and thin. It is obvious by how he looks at her that he adores his wife. I asked him one time what the attraction was. He smiled and said that he felt like he was sinking into a fluffy marshmallow every time they made love. Sally blushed while I laughed.

When I walked into the store there were a few other customers but it wasn’t really busy. Sally came around the corner pulling me into a hug. “There’s the birthday girl,” she squealed.

Another tradition, this one I like, is that Sally gives me one outfit from her store free of charge every year on my birthday. Boy I didn’t expect what she gave me this year. “So what you looking for today sweetie?” she asked keeping her arm around me as we walked through the store.

I sighed. “Mom wants me to buy something really sexy for dinner tonight.”

Sally eyed me speculatively. “Something as is getting laid sexy?”

I snorted. “I wish.”

She laughed, her tits jiggling with her laughter. “I’m sorry honey.” She put a finger against her plump cheek. “I have just the thing. It just came in.”

She hurried into the back while Paul gave me a hug. “Glad to be done with school?”

I smiled. “Oh yea. That song no more books really fit me.”

Paul and I talked for a couple of minutes when Sally came back with the most beautiful dress I had ever seen in my life. It was a soft blue color. The bodice I knew would barely cover my ample breasts. It had spaghetti straps, the bottom was short, designed to barely cover the hips except on one side where it snaked down to the floor in a V shaped pattern meant to swish when you moved.

She held the dress up to me. “Happy birthday baby girl.”

I looked at her in shock then back at the dress. “Sally…I can’t take this.” I protested even though I wanted to. I ran my fingers over it and realized it was pure silk. A low purr escaped my lips as I ran my hands over the material.

“Go try it on.” Sally urged.

I looked at her once then made my way into the dressing room. I stripped down to my thong underwear then pulled the dress over my body. I was right about the bodice, it left a bit of cleavage over the top but when I looked I saw it was supposed to. I also realized that the material over my stomach and legs was transparent. You could see my stomach and the top of my legs below my hips through the dress. If you looked really close you could see the outline from my thong but you had to look really close.

The side that hung down swished against my body when I walked. The material seemed to mold itself to my body. I whimpered as I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked absolutely beautiful. I came out of the dressing room to show Sally and Paul and Paul almost drooled as his eyes moved over my body. “Wow.” he said.

Sally just beamed. “I knew it would Escort alanya be perfect for you when I ordered it.”

I tried one more time halfheartedly to protest but she wouldn’t hear it. “It is for you and I will not take no for an answer.” she crossed her arms over her ample bosom which was her was of saying subject closed.

I gave in and she beamed. I returned to the dressing room to change.

I left the store 20 minutes later with the dress; a pair of black ankle boots that Sally said would go perfect with the dress, as well as two pairs of shorts and a couple of blouses. My next stop was an actual boutique. I bought makeup to match the dress and a couple pairs of dangling earrings.

I ate lunch at the local café then cruised through the mall. At 5:00, I headed home to get ready for dinner.

My parents pretty much had the same reaction to the dress as Sally and Paul, although thankfully my father wasn’t drooling. “You look perfect.” Mom said as dad said I looked beautiful.

I didn’t ask what mom meant by her words although I did wonder. At dinner I asked when I would get the rest of my present. My parents shared a look then daddy looked at me. “We will be going there next.”

I was about to take a bite of my banana split when I looked at him. “There…?”

He just smiled and ate his cake.

I found out what he meant by there shortly there after and gaped as we pulled up in front of Paul’s house of fun. I had driven by there many times but I had never been inside. I did quite frequently watch the men hanging on the upstairs balcony. Hell a girl can look can’t she?

“What are we doing here?” I asked as we walked up the walkway.

My parents smiled but didn’t answer. My father opened the door pushing me inside. We stood in a hallway tastefully decorated with various articles. Off to the left there was an empty parlor while off to the right there was a set of curling stairs. A tall black man stood by the door. “I’m sorry but unless you have an appointment the establishment is closed this evening.” he said in a deep baritone voice.

“Master Paul is expecting us.” Daddy said to the doorman. He gave the man his name. The man nodded and led us down the hall to a closed door. The man knocked then poked his head in. “Your guests are here sir.”

I heard a voice on the other side of the door say thank you. Then the man moved back so we could step into the room. There was a desk with an older man sitting behind it. There was also a couch sitting against one wall.

The man finished with his paperwork then looked at us, taking off his wire rimmed glasses. He smiled at my parents. “Mr. and Mrs. Parker, I’m so glad you could make it.” He shook my parents hands then turned to me. “I take it this is the birthday girl?”

“Yes sir. This is our angel.” Daddy said beaming at me. “Honey, this is Master Paul. He runs this establishment.”

“Hello.” I said as his eyes moved over me.

“Oh yes. The gentlemen will love her.” His eyes rested on my bosom and I blushed. Finally he raised his eyes back to my face. “Alisha, do you know why you are here?”

I shook my head as Master Paul smiled. He led me over to the couch where he sat next to me. “See, your parents have rented my establishment for your birthday.”

“Why?” I asked looking at my parents.

It was Master Paul who answered. “Well I don’t know why exactly. But I do know that there are 12 men upstairs who are going to spend the night bringing your body to heaven and back.”

I looked at my parents again. “I’m going to have sex with 12 men?”

Mom nodded as tears filled her eyes. Then I looked back to Master Paul. “All at once?”

He chuckled. “No of course not; Bruno will take you to a gentleman’s door. You will bring pleasure to each other then Bruno will take you to the next gentleman. Your parents will pick you up at 6pm tomorrow evening.”

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was a little after 8. “It’s going to take 26 hours?”

Again Master Paul chuckled. “Well it could. But mostly that is so you can rest when it is all over.”

“Oh.”

My parents hugged me then left. After they were gone, Master Paul turned to me. I noticed that Bruno, the tall black man was standing in the doorway. Master Paul held his arm out to me. “Whenever you are ready my dear.”

I nodded then followed Bruno out the door and up the stairs to the first door.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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‘Shit,’ Jason said to himself, as he drove back to the frat after dropping the women.

He had hoped to be back long before this from his date with Brooke and Marnie. Actually, he had wanted to get back last night but things had just played out differently than he planned.

First, things had gone well, very well, with the anxious to loser her virginity, Brooke, and he had popped her cherry before ten. Marnie on the other hand, had proven allusive, and took more time to come around. He’d finally fucked her in the shower that morning for number seventeen on his list of virgins. The trouble was, he enjoyed them, and he’d stayed and played around with the two little hotties a bit longer that morning. Now, he was fairly fucked out, having cum twice already that morning. Once, when he popped Marnie in the shower, and then again after Brooke sucked him hard, he had fucked them both again before cumming in their mouths at the same time.

Despite being mad at the time spent, he had to chuckle to himself when he thought back to the image of feeding the two of them. Both women, lying side by side on the bed, with their mouths open like two baby birds waiting for their dinner. How cool was that, as he shot off first into Marnie’s mouth and then Brooke’s. That was one of those keeper images; he’d maintain fixed in his mind’s eye for a long time.

Coming back to the present, he remembered everything he was supposed to do that day. It was Sunday and lately that meant tutoring Sheila in Spanish. The tutoring part was just an excuse though, mostly for him to use with Beth, for fucking the hot mocha-skinned beauty until they were both exhausted. Casey and Jillian had wanted to see him again that weekend, to say nothing of Beth. He still needed more time to study and there was always swim practice. He tried plotting out the day in his mind as he pulled behind the frat. It was already noon.

Jason rushed into the house, grabbed a quick lunch, and got to studying right away. He was an hour into it when Chad and Kyle appeared at the door.

“Here he is,” Chad said upon entering the room.

“King stud,” Kyle mused.

“Funny,” Jason countered, “what’re you two up to?”

“We were at the library studying for a project we have together in sociology. Doing school stuff, not off fucking some poor defenseless freshmen women that can’t resist the charms of the university’s top stud,” Chad stated laughing.

“Right you are. You guys missed a wild time,” Jason boasted.

“Shit…you were supposed to call Mark and me,” Chad complained.

“Sorry…they were just too sweet to waste on you jokers. Hey, where is Mark anyway?”

“He went back home around 10:00.”

“Damn…wish I’d said goodbye. Oh, well. I’ll have to have him back soon for another round with Stef and Pam,” Jason said laughing.

“Sounds good to me,” Chad kicked in.

“Me too,” Kyle agreed.

“I think he really liked Stef. Looked like she really liked him too,” Chad claimed.

“Were you with two women overnight?” Kyle questioned.

“Yeah…”

“Can you believe this guy,” Chad said, interrupting. “He’s got more women every week than I’ve had my whole fuckin’ life.”

“Shit, dude.”

“Yeah…all while trying to hold onto the best girlfriend a guy ever had,” Jason confessed.

“He’s right. Beth’s a red haired hottie and he just keeps playing around,” Chad added.

“What’s up with that?” Kyle asked.

“Just sowing my wild oats,” Jason claimed.

“Well sow some my way,” Kyle said.

“Hey, I got an idea. How about I try to set you two up on a double date tonight?”

“With Stef and Pammy?” Chad asked.

“No…two other hot chicks. I’m not sure they are free but they wanted to see me and I’m too busy. Maybe I can convince them to go with you two B-players instead,” Jason said chuckling.

“B-players?” Chad retorted.

“Okay, just kidding. You game?”

“Sure,” Kyle said. “If they’re good enough for the king then we could give them a shot.”

“Okay, let me make the calls,” Jason said.

Jason put down his books and grabbed his cell phone. He keyed in Jillian’s number first and waited for her to answer.

“Hello.”

“Jillian?”

“Jason? Oh, I’m glad you called. How is everything?”

“Busy as heck, I got a lot to do, and I won’t be able to see you.”

“Oh, darn,” Jillian said.

“Hey, what happened to you on Saturday? Weren’t you going to stop by?”

“Yeah…sorry about that. I wanted to, believe me, but my roommate was sick and I went with her to the infirmary.”

“She okay now?”

“Yeah…fine. She just had a stomach bug. Dr. Clark gave her something that seems to be working great. Hey, Jason, your job might be in jeopardy over there.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Dr. Clark has everything computerized now. No more cards to fill out. Haven’t you been there lately?

“Not for about a week with practice and everything.”

“She has all the records scanned into the computer. Now she carries a computer clipboard with her. Pretty fancy,” Jillian said.

“Wow, Side escort you might be right about not needing me anymore,” Jason agreed, but didn’t tell her about his other real concern about losing his virgin database.

“She might still,” Jillian proclaimed, with wishful thinking on his behalf.

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”

“I thought you said you were busy?”

“I am but my roommate is looking for something to do. You up for a blind double date?”

“Double date?”

“Our other frat brother, Kyle, is with him. There is someone else I wanted to talk to for him. You up for it? They’re great guys.”

“I don’t know. I was kinda looking forward to seeing you again.”

“Me too but I just can’t tonight.”

“What would we do?”

“Gee, I hadn’t even gotten that far. I just wanted to see if you would consider it first. Maybe a movie?”

“Movie, huh.”

“Yeah.”

“Well…alright. I suppose I’m up for it. If it’s your roommate, he must be nice, right?”

“Chad’s a great guy. You’ll have fun.”

“What have you told him about me?”

“That you’re wonderful. From Kentucky. You’re sweet, pretty, and you’re fun.”

“I bet that’s not all…okay, I’ll go. I don’t have anything else to do since my roommate is sick and Kira and Tessa are on a double date too.”

“They are?”

“Yeah, I guess they realized you were taken with Beth and found some other guys. Good for them.”

“Definitely,” Jason said, but he wondered if he sounded sincere as he would have liked at least one more night with those two.

“What time?”

“6:00”

“Okay, I’ll be ready.”

“Great…have a good time.”

When Jason hung up, Chad was like all excited. “She agreed?”

“No problem.”

“Oh, my god. What’s she like,” he queried.

“Jillian. Hot. Great tits. She was a tad overweight when I meet her but I’ve helped her loose that. Now she’s just plain hot. Oh, fantastic legs too. Strawberry blonde.”

“My god… you’re describing my dream girl,” Chad responded excitedly.

“What about me?” Kyle interjected.

“Hold on. Give me a chance,” Jason claimed, amused by the guys’ reactions. “Maybe I should start a dating service.”

“Just one more,” Kyle replied.

Jason keyed the number for Casey. It helped for the arrangements that both girls were in the same dorm. As he waited for an answer, Chad piped up.

“Hey, how am I taking Jillian to the movies without a car.”

“Shit…okay, you can use mine,” Jason offered. “You best treat her right.”

“I will, promise. Did you mean the car?” Chad said jokingly.

“Both, numb nuts,” Jason retorted.

“Hello.”

“Casey?”

“Jason, is that you.”

“Yeah.”

“Taking me up finally on anytime and anywhere?” Casey said chuckling.

“Not exactly. I wanted to see you this weekend again but just can’t. But I have a proposition for you,” which he explained.

“Wow, so you’re passing me off?”

“Casey, believe me, I’d love to be there myself but I can’t. I thought this might be a good second best,” Jason proposed.

“Second best!” Kyle rebutted.

“Was that him?” Casey asked jokingly on the phone.

“Yeah, he didn’t appreciate the reference.”

“Well, at least he has some spine. Is he cute?”

“That’s not a question for me but I can tell you one of my past girlfriend’s roommates found him very hot.”

“Really? Okay, you convinced me. I’ll do it but what exactly am I agreeing to?”

“Just going to the movies on a double date like I said.”

“Okay…when?”

“6:00, they’ll pick you up. The other woman, Jillian, is on the third floor of your dorm too.”

“Oh, good. I know Jillian. I met her through Kira and Tessa. Oh, that makes it even better.”

“Great.”

“Jason, don’t forget about me.”

“Never, Casey.”

“Okay, bye.”

Jason said goodbye and hung up. He had to repeat the description thing for Kyle. Cute, blond, nice tits, and sucks cock like a pro.

“Good, god,” Kyle effused. “My dream girl too.”

“I’m not promising you two losers are going to get lucky, but I think your chances are pretty good,” Jason added.

“Thanks, roomie.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Kyle agreed.

As the guys decided to prepare for their dates, Jason went back to studying. He got another hour in till three. He was fighting back sleep as he read the next chapter from earth science class. He finally dosed off for a little while. When he woke to the noise Chad made upon reentering the room, he realized he still hadn’t touched base with Sheila. He was just picking up his cell when another frat brother stuck his head in.

“Two chicks here to see you, Jason,” Matt said.

“Where are they?” Jason asked.

“In the foyer,” Matt stated.

“Who are they?”

“Not a clue,” Matt offered, “but if you’re into opposites, you’re in luck.”

“Opposites?” Jason questioned and Chad joined in.

“Could be Stephanie and Pam,” Chad proposed.

“They know better than to just show up,” Jason declared, Side escort bayan standing, stretching, and heading to the door.

“If they did, don’t send them away. I could use a quick fuck or blowjob before my date to take the edge off,” Chad mused.

“You’re getting as bad as me,” Jason said laughing as he left the room.

He walked to the steps that led up to the foyer. As he ascended the steps he spotted them waiting.

“Sophie?”

“Hi, Jason. Hope you don’t mind us stopping by but we were out for a walk and remembered you were in this frat,” Sophie lied.

“Connie,” Jason said, now on the top step and shaking hands.

“Hi, Jason. I told Sophie you wouldn’t mind us stopping by,” Connie said, ever the confident one.

“Come on down,” Jason said, leading them to his room.

When they were inside his room, Jason introduced them to Chad, and asked if they wanted something to drink. To his surprise they both chose wine. He cracked open a new bottle and poured the glasses. Chad agreed to join them. Together they laughed and joked about different things until Kyle showed up. He joined them and they opened a second bottle of wine and ordered pizzas for delivery. They finished the second bottle too as the pizzas arrived. Jason uncorked his last bottle with the pizzas. Chad and Kyle ate and then left to pick up Jillian and Casey. Chad had only sipped one glass of wine, holding back, knowing he was driving his roommate’s car. Kyle had just two drinks wanting to stay sober for his date. Sophie and Connie were the ones drinking the most, especially Connie.

When they were alone, Jason asked the girls what they wanted to do next. They wanted to play a game, so he asked if they wanted to play Clue or Risk, his only two board games he had. Connie suggested strip poker with an obvious buzz. Sophie bemoaned the idea, though she giggled at it, and didn’t really protest much. Jason forgot completely about calling Sheila as he got the cards.

Jason couldn’t believe his luck as he sat back down with the cards. The nap had recharged his batteries and he was anxious to see more of these two cuties. They weren’t gorgeous but both were hot enough. When they had taken their jackets off, after entering the room, both were wearing tight tank tops underneath. Not really the kind of top he thought one would expect to be wearing in November in New Jersey for a casual stroll.

Sophie complained she should have worn more clothes if she’d known they were going to play strip poker. Connie just laughed and drained her wine glass again. Jason poured her another before dealing the cards. From the way both girls’ nipples were excitedly pointing through their tops, Jason believed neither had on a bra. He tried to remember what he knew of these two. Had he ever checked them out in the infirmary records?

No, he hadn’t yet. Actually, he knew little of these two besides being in one of his classes. They had only talked a couple times. What he knew though intrigued him. Connie had dark features and skin, brown eyes and hair, and looked completely the part of the Sicilian princess. Sophie, on the other hand, was blonde and blue eyed, and had told him she was from Northern Italy. Neither was flawless, with Connie’s nose a tad large and Sophie’s complexion a little broken out, but both still worth a second look.

Jason picked up his cards as he stole glances at their breasts. Both were slender with smaller tits but perky nipples he noticed with a grin

“Good hand” Connie asked, confusing his grin for good cards.

“You could say that,” Jason said, more laughing to himself with the situation he was in.

“I’ll take three,” Sophie said, showing they knew how to play.

Jason fulfilled everyone’s requests before asking, “What they had.”

“Only kings,” Sophie said.

“Beats me,” Connie said.

“Three four’s,” Jason claimed, and then showed them.

“How does this work then,” Connie asked, a little nervously despite the wine. “Do both losers take something off or just the worst hand?”

“Both,” Connie declared gleefully.

“We can do it either way,” Jason explained.

“Just the worst hand,” Sophie advocated.

“Okay,” Connie said. “That’ll make the game go longer anyway.”

Connie removed her sneakers and they dealt another hand. After the first six hands, Jason had just lost his socks. Sophie lost her sneakers and socks. Connie had lost her socks and then had to decide between her pants and shirt. She chose the pants. Her panties were cute with little kittens on them.

Four more hands and several more glasses of wine later, the game got much more interesting. Jason had lost two and was down to his underwear only. His big dick stiffening when he caught the girls many times staring at his groin. Connie lost her shirt, proving Jason was right, she hadn’t worn a bra. Her skin was darker than Sophie’s and Jason couldn’t help look at her stiff nipples. They were light brown and very suckable looking. Sophie was winning with still her shirt and panties on.

The next hand would be telling. Escort side If either Jason or Connie lost they would be completely nude and out of the game. If Sophie lost, she would still have her panties but her shirt would have to come off. Even though she was winning, she seemed the most nervous.

“Maybe we should play something else now,” Sophie stated.

“What?” Jason queried.

“Sophie…we haven’t finished yet. Don’t be so shy,” Connie protested.

“Okay…just making a suggestion.”

As luck would have it, Sophie lost the next hand making her even more nervous. She hesitated before taking anything off.

“Come on, girl. Panties or shirt. What will it be?” Connie asserted.

“Just sipping my wine,” Sophie said, picking up her glass for a taste.

“Come on, Sophie,” Connie said encouragingly.

Jason just let her take her time. He watched intently though as Sophie raised her arms and pulled the top off. Her skin was like cream beneath her shirt. Her nipples were pink and aroused. The aureoles were slightly bigger than Connie’s, as were her breasts, not by a lot though. Sophie looked nervously at Jason as she set her shirt aside.

“Beautiful,” Jason commented at her bare breasts.

“Hey, you didn’t say that about me,” Connie complained.

“You’re exotic,” Jason declared.

“Exotic, huh. That’s even better than beautiful, Sophie,” Connie claimed with a laugh.

“Is not,” Sophie retorted. “Is it, Jason?”

“You’re both exotic and beautiful,” Jason proclaimed to keep the peace.

The girls seemed satisfied and sipped their wine as Jason re-dealt. Everyone was down to their last garment. Jason picked up his cards and was dismayed to see only low cards. He did have three hearts though and decided to try for a hard draw going for a flush. He gave Sophie two cards and Connie had an ace. She wanted four cards. He took his two and slowly fanned open his cards. A smile crossed his face as he looked at all five cards, all hearts.

“Call,” Jason said.

Connie smiled from ear to ear as she yelled, “Three aces.”

Sophie looked depressed as she tossed in her cards, “I have two pair.”

Jason smiled at Connie as he laid down his hand, “Flush.”

“Oh, well…Sophie losses,” Connie crowed with a hint of relief.

Jason looked over at Sophie and she looked like a deer in the headlights. He realized she had never intended the game to go this far. He was thinking about giving her a break when Connie piped in.

“Take them off, Sophie,” Connie encouraged as she sipped her wine.

“But…I…”

“Stand up and do it,” Connie suggested with a little slur to her words.

Jason wasn’t sure what to do. He could try to stop the game but his hormones were fighting that idea. Instead he busied himself with finishing the third bottle of wine into their glasses, as if what was going on was no big deal. Surprisingly, Sophie stood quickly, as Jason distracted himself with pouring, and dropped her panties. She stepped out of them quickly and seated herself so fast Jason never got a chance to look up. When he did, she sat with her legs folded in front of her, obscuring any view of her lower body.

Her face still shown, as if in terror, but she seemed relieved it was over with. Jason just decided to re-deal instead of demanding to see her. Connie boasted confidently, “You’re going down, Jason.”

“Can I,” Jason shot back, letting the double meaning hang there until the girls got it and giggled.

“You wish,” Connie stated.

This deal started better for Jason. He had a pair of kings and drew three cards to Connie’s two. He only picked up a pair of deuces to give him two pair. He glanced at Sophie first, who smiled weakly back, and then to Connie. She looked worried.

“Call,” Jason said.

“Two pair,” Connie said. “Queens and fours.”

“Kings and deuces,” Jason confirmed gleefully.

“Shit, I lost,” Sophie dismayed.

“Peel them off, Connie,” Sophie said, as if in revenge for Connie’s earlier taunts.

“No problem,” Connie stated as she tried to stand, wobbled a little, and then peeled them down.

Jason watched this time and was greeted with a full dark bush to match her hair color. Connie tossed her panties aside and spread her legs a little. Jason could make out the top of her pussy as it curled under her slender body.

“See,” Connie said and stood with her legs wider apart. “Can you see?”

“Yes,” Jason confirmed, as Connie pulled her lips apart to really expose her inner pussy more.

“You won, but won’t you show us?” Connie asked.

Sensing this was his chance to take this further; Jason stood and let the girls stare at his hard cock bulging out his boxers obscenely. He glanced at their anxious faces as he peeled down his boxers. His cock sprung free like a caged animal being released. Sophie actually gasped upon seeing it. Connie was less modest.

“Wow,” Connie slurred. “That thing is huge.”

“Like it,” Jason boasted.

“It’s really big,” Connie said to Sophie as if confirming it for her.

The wine was affecting Jason a bit too and he threw caution to the wind and walked over to Sophie. His dick wiggled back and forth before her face like a swaying tree. He looked down on her as she stared wide-eyed at the cock before her and up to his face.

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I awaken before Vika once again, untangling myself from the girl’s limbs carefully so as not to disturb her. I get up and pad out to the living room where I check the camera and batteries mounted on the tripod.

For now I merely want to see the quality of the video and to note what changes in lighting or camera angle would be beneficial when filming Vika’s next session. With the sound off I watch as Vika performs her schoolgirl routine, congratulating myself once again on how easy it had been to convince her to allow me to film her sexual awakening.

I retrieve the camera and move it to one of the back bedrooms of my beachside mansion, this one now specially equipped with extra soundproofing and a series of props added to create a sadist’s dungeon.

In the room blackened with scrim cloth there are wall shackles, ropes, whips, nipple and pussy clips, ball gags, and other items associated with dungeons and torture.

Once the camera is set up and rolling I put on my black hood with holes cut for eyes, nose and mouth, and over that a lightweight movie camera similar to those used by recon soldiers complete with a drop down viewfinder and tiny remote control that I could attach anywhere on my body using a lightweight adhesive. My costume also includes a heavy black robe and black boots. Next I apply several water based decal-style tattoos to my arms and chest, and create a wicked, ragged scar on my chest that looks realistic enough to alter my appearance. I check myself in the dungeon’s mirror and then sneak back into my bedroom where Vika still lies sleeping.

This episode has not been rehearsed by us in advance, my intention to make this as realistic as possible. Raw emotions are crucial to this version’s “authenticity”.

Turning on my head cam I enter the darkened bedroom, switching on the LED lights on attached to the straps on either side of my head. These powerful little lamps illuminate whatever I’m looking at in blinding white light.

In the viewfinder my hand reaches out and yanks the down the covers on my bed and then roughly throws Vika onto her back. She awakens with a startled scream, her eyes opening wide in terror but blinded by the LEDs. One of my hands clutches her throat while the other runs up and down her body, plucking nipples and pinching her pussy lips. My head follows my hand, the camera recording it all.

“Derek?” she cries in fear.

“Hah!” I laugh, disguising my voice. “He’s dead, you little whore!”

I order her to sit up, giving her a slap across her face to urger her to my wish. Quick as a flash I have her blindfolded, bound and gagged, her wrists tied behind her back.

Ripping off my camera and hood I don a pair of shorts and a T shirt. I snatch her up from the bed and sling her over my shoulder. I trundle her out the bedroom and through the kitchen, outside into the startlingly hot day. I circle my car with her over my shoulder to make her think I ‘ve walked farther, knowing that I’m screened from view by the privacy hedges surrounding my house. I open the trunk of my A6 and set her down on her side.

“Make a sound and you’ll be as dead as your boyfriend,” I threaten in my disguised voice. “He’s back there lying naked in a pool of his own blood. I’ve saved some in a cup for you to drink later on when I get you to rape town,” I laugh harshly. “I watched everything he did to you. I heard you beg him to fuck you. You’ll be begging for me, too, bitch!”

Vika begins trembling uncontrollably. I get in and start the car, pulling out onto A1A. I drive one direction for a few minutes and then turned into a neighborhood, turning left and right in a haphazard way to confuse Vika, then return to A1A and back home.

Having previously set the zone control central air conditioning system for maximum cool when we get there it’s well below 65 degrees, 30 below the human body’s normal core temperature of 98.6. With her still trussed and blindfolded I carry her through the house and down the hall to the room I’ve set up as my dungeon.

Vika is struggling, and when I set her down on her feet she makes a move to evade me. I catch her pin her to the wall, using my body mass as I quickly cuff her hands into the restraints. She’s crying, and she makes an attempt to kick me. I catch her foot and pull it down, latching it in to a restraint there. Then I do the same to her other foot.

I back away, not saying a word, allowing the camera a full shot of her lithe and underdeveloped young body against the black backdrop. Her hair is a mess and her makeup is smeared, making her nakedness all the more dramatic.

I turn on the sound system and Death Metal music blares from the speakers, effectively drowning out any but the loudest cries. It is horrid music, but suits the mood I’m trying to establish and has the proper effect on little Vika, who tenses and writhes as the discordant notes and pounding cadence fills her head.

I get back into my costume, adding more black makeup around my eyes. Side escort I approach her again after switching on some overhead lamps which suffuse the room in an eerie yellow glow. I’ve turned off the LED lamps on my hoodie cam. I walk up, knowing she can’t hear me and blow lightly on first one side of her face and then the other. Her head whips from side to side.

I snatch off her blindfold, allowing her to see me for the first time. Her breath sucks inward in a frightened gasp; the hood, the robe and tattoos convincing her that I am not me, but a stranger who has somehow invaded her world and kidnapped her. She stares in horror at a crude wood sign with the words Rape Town scrawled in blood red paint upon it. I hold a straw to her mouth which leads to a beaker of liquid in my outstretched hand.

“Drink!” I command over the music, holding a steel cup to her lips.

Vika searches my face, or rather my mask, for any sign of recognition. I’ve even gone so far as to put in contact lenses which have altered my eye color to dark brown from their normal glacier blue. When she doesn’t drink quickly enough to suit me I reach out and grab her throat again. It’s then she notices the tattoos and becomes convinced that someone else besides me is standing before her. She begins to pee in fright, and I back up and catch some of the urine in the cup. I wait for her to finish, the urine pooling beneath her in a puddle. I pretend to drink a gulp, smacking my lips in delight.

The liquid in the cup, besides the trace of Vika piss, is a combination of mescaline, PCP and DMT. Two of these are psychedelic compounds, one very fast acting and short in duration while the mescaline takes longer to begin its effects which last for several hours. The PCP is an animal tranquilizer, portioned to such a minute quantity in the drink I’ve administered to Vika that she will only feel an out of body dopiness, enhanced of course by the hallucinogenic attributes of the DMT and mesc. The DMT will hit her first; suddenly and without warning, the MAO inhibitor I’ve added allowing it to become active through oral ingestion.

I wait for a long minute, turning my back to Vika while knowing my other cameras are busy recording the scene from their wall mounts. I slowly turn around, letting her see what I’m holding in my hand.

It’s a huge dildo, shaped like a severed arm, the head a balled fist. When she sees it her knees sag and she hangs by her wrists, her mouth agape and her eyes showing indescribable terror. I put it back on the table and pick up another device, this one a long, curved surgical blade that shines ominously in the reflected light. I rake it through the air in quick successive slashes and she goes wild, a keening wail issuing from deep inside her and rising above the grinding obscenity of the music.

I return this to the table and turn back toward her, in my hand a ball gag. I walk over and roughly strap it to her head, then pinch her nipples until they are hard. I can tell the DMT is affecting her, for her breathing is rapid and her eyes are twitching and blinking. I reach over and kill the music, the room going silent so quickly that it is shocking to both of us. God, I hate that shit.

I pull the blindfold down over her eyes and leave her there in the frigid room while the DMT plays with her mind. I turn the stereo back on, this time with a tape of people whispering and odd sounds like metal scraping and shit like that. It’s spooky as hell when you’re straight, so I know it’s going to fuck with her head while she’s tripping.

I know she is in another world when after removing the gag from her mouth she begins singing nursery rhymes in a strange, hollow voice. She’s no longer shivering from the cold, a typical response to a potent hallucinogen, where body stimulae are over-ridden by the kaiedescopic visions going on within the mind. I turn off the air conditioner and begin letting the room warm up. It shouldn’t take too long; it’s hotter than hell outside today.

I click on the neon sign attached to the wall across from her. It blinks on and off, on and off. It reads, “NO HOPE”. I remove the blindfold and she stares at the sign, hypnotized by the strobing message. I place wood clothespins on her nipples, and another on the outer lips of each labia, dragging them downward with their weight.

She begins to whine until I show her a different ball gag, this one with spikes protruding from it. Her eyes widen and she collapses against the restraints again.

I put the gag down on the work bench. I slip the blindfold back over her eyes, then turn off the sign. I remove the restraints from her arms and legs, then pick her up and carry her to a narrow horizontal bench about four feet off the floor and built upon a sturdy base.

She’s tripping heavily on the hallucinogenic soup I’ve given her, mumbling incoherently and docile as a little lamb. I lay her down on the bench and begin tying her with thick hemp rope, crossing her torso so that Side escort bayan she’s trussed in a way which leaves her nipples exposed, her arms behind her back and her legs pulled apart with a spacer dowel of shiny black plastic between her knees.

I take the clothespins from her nipples and pussy lips and again remove the blindfold.

I want her to suck my dick, but I’m afraid she’ll recognize it and realize who I am. I stroke her pussy until she begins to moan, her body betraying her mind at my stimulation. I take a small vibrator off the bench and begin working it across her cunt lips and around her clit, using my fingers to open her.

She tries to resist what her body is experiencing, her mind stretched as tight as the ropes which bind her. She comes close to an orgasm but I don’t let her reach a climax. I take her back and forth several times like this, and I can see that each time it frustrates her further. Her pussy is opening and closing like a little clam whenever she gets close to coming, the pink lips clenching and releasing without conscious volition.

I know the mescaline is a powerful sexual inebriant at the dosage I’ve given her, and that her desire to climax is almost unbearable for her. After an hour of this torment I allow her to have her orgasm, and when she does it’s so powerful that it reminds me of a dog shaking the water from its coat. The quivers turn to trembles which in turn give way to spasms which wrack her body from head to toe. I suck and nibble her nipples as she climaxes, her flat chest so arousing to me that I hope she never develops any further.

After she’s come I flip her onto her belly, knowing it’s got to be uncomfortable for her the way she’s bound by the chafing ropes. Ask me if I give a fuck. Now she’s facing the floor and can’t see me or my cock, which is hard as a fucking steel rail, as it has been since I first brought her into my dungeon.

I roughly open her snatch with my fingers, and then spit onto her twat to lube it up, although she’s still pretty wet from her orgasm. I drive my dick into her and piston her ferociously. She’s my fuck toy now, and while she’s under the effect of the hallucinogens I know her body will respond no matter where her mind takes her.

I grab her under her hips and lift her so her little ass is poking up at me as I continue to pound her snatch. I slow and enjoy seeing how stretched her cunt is around my big cock, and gaze lustfully at how her lips elongate as I pull back. In and out I go, playing with her butthole and spanking her ass once in awhile.

The girl loves to fuck and even though she’s been drugged and traumatized, she begins pushing against my thrusts, her back arched and her head pulled painfully upward by the handful of blonde hair I’m yanking. I pull out and shoot my wad across her ass, one pulse of spunk landing in the middle of her back. She comes at the same instant, her moans laden with despair as her mind trys to come to terms with what’s happening to her.

I leave her tied and face down and bring her another glass of clear liquid to drink. I push the straw into her mouth and pull her head back with another handful of hair.

“Drink or die!” I snarl, knowing she’s still tripping her ass off. She searches my face, seeing only the hideous mask and hood, trying to determine whether there’s any humanity to be found. She sips tentatively until I pull from a pocket a straight razor. I snarl again for her to comply, raising my hand threateningly. Vika drains the glass and I release her hair. She slumps back down, crying.

This drink contains a sedative that will knock her out for an hour or so, mixed with some vitamin B12, which will help restore her nervous system and bring her down from the mescaline. Before it takes effect I flip her over onto her back and rub the huge dildo arm all over her, making her cringe when I come close to her pussy with it.

I pretend I’m going to open her and try to fit it inside her, going as far as squirting baby oil all over it, causing it to glisten in the weird lighting of the room. I turn on some red spot lights which beam straight down on Vika, and flick the switch to the neon “No Hope” strobe.

Her eyes slowly close and soon she’s asleep. I gently slap her face a couple of times to make sure she’s completely out. I pull on one of her pussy lips and tweak her nipple, too. She’s out like a light.

I untie her and carry her into a bathroom. I give her a sponge bath and check her carefully for any chafe marks from the ropes and hand prints or bruises from my games with her. There’s not a mark on her thankfully. I brush her hair, careful to get it parted right down the center the way she normally wears it.

I take a dab of toothpaste and smear it on her teeth and put a bit on her tongue. She swallows reflexively, carrying the mint throughout her mouth, masking the residual taste of the drugs I’ve given her. I carry her to my bed and stretch her out on it, covering Escort side her with the sheet and light blanket.

I race back to the dungeon, stripping off my robe and hood. I pull the black drapes off the walls, letting the sunlight pour in. The red bulbs are changed back to regular spots and the neon sign comes down. I remove the upright wood frame with the restraints and the torture bench, fitting them up into the attic with all the other paraphenalia from the room. In less than fifteen minutes it looks just like a regular unused bedroom once again, with no trace of the horrors to be seen.

I hop in the shower and take a long, hot soak, careful to remove the actor’s black around my eyes, the contact lenses and the phony tattoos. When I’m done I dry my hair and put on some shorts and a T shirt. I make a couple of fruit smoothies and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for when Vika wakes up. It should be any time now, my formula being precisely measured for a girl her size.

I sit at my computer and check out the video of our S&M session. It’s turned out great. My camera placements had proven to be spot on to capture the various expressions of fear and desperation on her beautiful face, despite the variances in lighting I had used. Using a split screen while I worked I was able to keep an eye on Vika through the camera mounted on the ceiling fan right over the bed.

She bolts upright shrieking for help, then looks around with a freaked out expression. The poor thing is trying to make sense of how she ended up back in my bed, the drugs I had given her scrambling the signals so completely that I feel confident I can convince her that she’s experienced a terrible nightmare. I close the video and open a document file to replace it.

I turn at her scream and jump over to the bed to console her. Her eyes are as big as saucers and she’s trembling like a leaf.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I say, feigning surprise to her reaction.

“How did I get here?” she cries. “Where’s that man?” her head jerking around looking for the monster who had kidnapped her. “Oh my God, he told me you were dead!” she sobs.

“Sweetheart,” I say softly trying to calm her. “You’ve been here all afternoon. You must have had a bad dream.” I stroke her hair and she hugs herself tightly to me.

“No!” she insists. “A horrible man came in and snatched me up while I was asleep and then threw me in the trunk of his car and drove me someplace else. He said he had killed you with a knife….” She begins crying inconsolably.

“He put me in this room… it was like a dungeon or something. There was this loud music and lights going on and off — one of them was a sign that said No Hope,” she whispered, almost in shock from the memory.

I kept my arms wrapped around her, making soothing sounds of comfort.

“He tied me to a wall. I didn’t have any clothes on. I couldn’t see his face because he wore a mask. He made me drink something. It just seemed to be water, but pretty soon I began seeing colors dripping and melting all around and hearing voices like people whispering about me.”

“Honey, don’t think about it. It was just a bad dream. I mean, here you are and here I am, too. You haven’t gone anywhere. We took a nap, and you woke up a little when I got up. You said you weren’t feeling very well, so I let you sleep all afternoon.”

I start to get up but she won’t let me.

“Come on, sweetie! Let’s go out to the kitchen. I’ve made some smoothies and sandwiches for us. Maybe if you eat something you’ll feel better.”

“Derek, he raped me!” she whimpered, looking down at the sheets. “He had me tied up and face down on this weird table. I couldn’t do anything to stop him. He fucked me real hard —- I can still feel it,” she said trying to convince me.

“Vika, you’ve been here all day,” I say more firmly now. “Lying right there sound asleep since about 11 o’clock. It’s about 4 now, so you’ve been out like a light for five hours.”

“No!” she insisted. “It happened. I can feel him touching me all over and doing things to me. I can still feel the ropes, goddammit!”

She pushes herself away from me and searched every inch of her body looking for a telltale sign to prove her story. She shakes her head in frustration and looks up at me.

“Derek, am I going crazy?” she asks. “It was more real than any dream I’ve ever had. It was more real than reality, if that makes any sense.”

“Darling, I don’t know what to tell you…” I sigh. “Dreams are funny things. The mind is the most powerful thing in the universe, at least as we know it. Sometimes weird things happen and parts of it start working that are normally shut down.”

I feel her forehead as if checking to see if she has a fever.

“I wish I knew what to tell you. Come on, let’s get something to eat and then we’ll go outside and maybe go for a swim if you want.”

“I think I want to go home, if that’s all right with you,” she asks timidly. “I need some time to try to figure out what’s happening to me. Can I come back over later on tonight? Maybe around 9 o’clock or so?”

“Sure, Vika. You can do whatever you want. I’ve got some errands to run anyway. Or stay home if that feels better to you,” I say in a dismissive tone.

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Natalie’s week long trial had expired, but the TV had not been removed by her father. In fact her father had been away this weekend, yet she decided to go to room earlier than usual, and was lying back on her bed watching re-runs of some terrible sitcoms. There was a nationally televised baseball game on, but even though the thought of baseball made her instantly hot, she still couldn’t bear to sit through three hours of a game.

It was even warmer than it had been last Sunday and so Natalie didn’t plan to get under her covers. The baby blue towelling pyjamas that she wore were a few years old now and were a little tight, however, she loved how soft the material felt against her skin and so refused to throw them away. She had removed her make-up and tied her hair back with a scrunchie in preparation for bed, but she still looked unerringly beautiful.

The thought of baseball would always make Natalie horny now, but when she thought about it she’d had a wet feeling between her legs almost constantly since she had made love to her father. He was the most talented lover she had ever had, and as well as continuing their trysts together during the week, Natalie had been masturbating several times a day thinking about him.

Natalie rolled on to her right side, her face was still staring at the TV set, though she had little idea of what was on, and moved her hands towards her waistband. She undid the loopy knot, released it from her hands and felt her pants expand around her hips. Now she had access to herself, and didn’t waste anytime homing in on her panties.

Her hand slipped under the waistband though for now she kept her fingers on the outside of her large pink cotton panties. Natalie only wore sexy knickers when she was going out and much preferred the feeling of cotton on her vagina than silk or lace.

The index finger of her left hand slid down to her slit and already she was wet, the material of her panties in contact with this cleft was sticky to touch. Feeling her wetness made her even hotter, not only did her pussy get more and more turned on as she slipped her fingers all over herself but she also began to perspire across her whole body.

Natalie felt her labia begin to pulsate, but was able to pull her hands away from her mound so that she could rip open the buttons of her top. The temperature in her room, partly down to the summer, partly down to her arousal, meant that she was desperate to expose her young tits.

The hormones flying around her system were making her arms tremble a little and so she wasn’t fully in control of her actions. None the less she grabbed at the top button on her top and pulled it open. She moved down and unclasped the next two. With her pyjamas partly open she could already see her nipples, just beginning on their journey towards full hardness.

Now she was desperate to be topless and so attached her hands to either side of her shirt and ripped them apart. One of the buttons flew off but eventually Natalie’s breasts were free of the tight cotton that had been rubbing against her and making her sweat. Slipping the shirt of her pyjamas over her shoulders and down her arms was a relief, however, she was still boiling hot. Her boobs were free to sway with the movements of her body but Natalie needed greater relief.

She swung her ass round and put her feet on the floor, Natalie had to get up and walk over to the window. She didn’t care who might see her youthful tits through her window, she needed a breeze to blow across her room.

Having opened her window as far as she could and rolling the Venetian blinds right up to the top she returned to her bed. The difference was felt instantly by Natalie, the wind that swept in hit her on the back, the effect of this heightened by the drops of sweat running down her. The few hairs she had on her body were erect on the ends of Goosebumps.

Natalie hadn’t done the bow up on her pants before she went to the window and they had been slowly slipping down her thighs. If anyone had been watching Natalie through the window, not only would they have seen her C-cup breasts, but they would now be able to see her ass with a pair of pink cotton panties tucked up her butt crack.

Her panties were totally soaked in her crotch, not only was the back up her crack but the front was stuck in her slit. Natalie knew that she wouldn’t be needing her pyjama bottoms any longer so she slid them the rest of the way down and kicked them off. Having done that she reached around and released the material from between her cheeks, rearranged the waistline so her knickers were on straight again, and returned to the bed.

After a few circular rubs on the outside of her cotton covered cooch, Natalie delved inside of them. For the first time that night she felt her fingers on her naked sex. Whilst keeping her left middle fingertip firmly on her clit she moved her right index and middle fingers out of her hole and up her body. She touched against her nipple then moved her Side escort hand to her mouth and tasted herself.

The draught from the window swept across the room and across her chest. Both of her nipples, the one covered in her juice and the one that wasn’t, were fully erect, and Natalie was fully aroused. She fell back deeply into her bed, put her right hand back under her knicker-elastic and started fantasising.

For the first time this week, while Natalie rubbed her fingers in her sticky cunt, she did not think about some of the things she had done with her father, she actually thought back to the time that she lost her virginity.

Her eighteenth birthday was the 16th of March, and her best friend, Rachel, was born ten days later. They decided to share a party, and as Paul was away for that week, Natalie had it at her house.

It was a typical eighteenth birthday party, not too out of control, Natalie and Rachel weren’t in that kind of circle of friends, yet there was a keg, brought by some of the boys, and some pretty loud music to dance to. Everyone was in the mood and after a couple of hours many of the partiers had started to couple up.

Natalie hadn’t, but she had noticed that someone was staring at her from across the other side of the room. The guy was Jason, a reasonably good friend with whom she had a few classes at school. She had had no idea, however, that his feelings were of more than friendship.

Thinking about Jason’s staring moved the intensity of Natalie’s masturbation up to another level. Her breathing became deeper, she arched her back and grabbed her tit into her left hand, whilst slipping her second finger back into her pussy.

Natalie hadn’t expected to be receiving these looks from her friend Jason, but now that she had noticed them, she couldn’t stop returning them. She attempted to do it stealthily, but after a few minutes their eyes met. Natalie felt herself tense up as this happened, and now as she rode her fingers she could feel the same sensation.

The clock rolled around to 1am and the party guests were beginning to thin out. Soon after it was 2am and Rachel walked over to Natalie, “I’m going to go, honey.” In fact they were the last to leave.

After a while of their enticing looks, Jason had attained the courage he needed to approach Natalie, since then they had been talking and flirting. Jason had even started to rub her thigh, and she was starting to feel heat between her legs and was pretty sure that against the material of Jason’s jeans she could see his erect cock.

The door slammed behind Rachel as she left, Jason and Natalie were now alone. Both felt a fizzy feeling at the top of their stomachs, both were excited about what might happen.

Jason’s hand was moving up and down Natalie’s thigh, the two of them moved closer to each other. They stared at into the other’s eyes for what seemed like forever and Natalie began to melt into Jason.

She now put her hand on him also, and leant in for the kiss. Jason was not very experienced, though, and just continued staring at her. Natalie knew that she would have to take the lead.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?” Natalie inquired. Jason nodded his answer but the rest of his body remained paralysed. Natalie leant in further and pushed her lips to Jason’s. His mouth was wide open straight away. Natalie was disappointed at his amateurishness but none the less pushed her tongue into his mouth. She pushed Jason down onto the couch and they became one. Natalie was intensely aroused and started bucking her thighs against Jason’s crotch.

She had locked onto Jason’s mouth, her tongue was exploring deep within it, and she rode him fully clothed. Natalie could feel his hard on pressing up against her jeans, making her wish she had worn a skirt so she could have really got the benefits of their dry humping.

Ten minutes quickly passed and Natalie wanted to move things on. She rose up from their lying position so she was now riding Jason. Looking straight into his eyes she pulled her top up over her head and exposed her breasts. It was a low cut top, far too low for her to have worn a bra with it, and so straight away Jason saw the first pair of boobs he had seen in real life.

He had never been particularly savvy with the girls at school, but now knew that he had won the jackpot when Natalie returned his affections. He stared at her beautiful womanly tits in amazement, he couldn’t believe how hard her nipples were, and how hard she was making him.

Jason loved looking at them but he desperately wanted to put his hands on his first pair of breasts. He stuck his hands out and grabbed them, he started mashing her boobs in his hands. Natalie wasn’t happy about how hard he had latched onto her chest, but was buoyed by how much she turned him on with her top off.

“You need to be softer, baby.” Natalie instructed him. “Sorry.” He replied as embarrassment rushed over him. “Don’t worry, you’re really making me hot.”

Natalie’s Side escort bayan reassurance made Jason feel better, but he continued to grope her with a little too much fervency. She pulled back away from his hands and shuffled herself down his body. Her chest rubbed along his stomach and she could tell that he had a pretty good body.

“Take your shirt off.” Natalie ordered as she descended towards his crotch. As she had expected Jason was ripped, his six pack made up for his boyish breast manipulations. Her arousal was hitting new heights and Natalie went straight for the buckle on his jeans. After ripping open the button she pulled down the zipper and shifted his pants over his hips as he pushed himself in the air to allow the waist down to his knees.

Jason wanted his shaft out in the open now, he knew he was quite big and he wanted Natalie to see it, he wanted her to touch it. Quickly his boxers joined his jeans at his knees and Jason’s well above average member was free.

Natalie saw his cock and was excited, she had been riding his cock through his jeans, now she wanted to get serious with him.

Jason lay right back, he couldn’t believe such a gorgeous girl was sitting on top of him, topless, and she was about to take his penis in her hand. He couldn’t remember feeling this hard. Natalie stared into his eyes and moved her right hand towards him.

Her first touch was met with a deep groan from Jason, Natalie thought this was a good sign, but then she felt a warm spray shoot up her arm. Jason couldn’t control his excitement and had cum at the very first touch by a woman on his penis.

Instantly he turned red, he couldn’t believe what had happened. Cumming quickly, even prematurely was likely, but before she had even stroked him, was unbelievably embarrassing. Natalie reached around and wiped his cum off onto his jeans.

“Lets go upstairs.” Natalie hoped that he would be able to get it up again, but she was definitely going to cum, however long it would take Jason. She stood up, extended her hand out to his and led him up to her bedroom.

The young couple walked through Natalie’s bedroom door, he was naked, having left his pants in the lounge, and she quickly joined him in the nude by dropping her jeans to the floor with her panties inside them.

Natalie looked up at Jason, but didn’t see the face she had expected after taking off all her clothes. Undoubtedly he loved seeing his first pussy, though something had disappointed him.

“What’s wrong with you? Do you not like what you see, remember your first performance wasn’t too special.” “No, nothing, it’s just…” “What?” “I wanted to see you in your panties.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah, and I wanted to pull them down.”

It wasn’t what Natalie had expected to hear, but she was relieved. “Ok then. Close your eyes.” Jason smiled as he did so, his semi-erect cock was bouncing up and down as it began to return to a state of arousal. Natalie turned round and bent over picked up her panties from her discarded jeans, a sheer turquoise thong, slipped them over her ankles and pulled them up her legs until the fabric pulled tight against her mound and the thong went up her ass.

“Is that better?” Jason’s smile spoke for itself as he opened his eyes and looked at her cunt. He focused on the wet spot where the fabric had gone inside her lips, and then licked his own.

“Do you want to see me from behind?” Again there was no need for Jason to answer and she swivelled, showing her butt cheeks to Jason. Knowing that he was staring at her made Natalie go wild with thrill, she thought that she would put on a show for him. Slowly she bent forward until her hands touched the floor. Jason could see her lips wrapped in the shiny light blue material of her knickers. Again his penis began to grow, though he didn’t dare to touch it for fear of cumming again.

Natalie, however, had no such worry and so moved her right hand away from the floor and onto the centre of her honey pot. After sliding up and down a few times she grabbed the outside of her panties and flashed her labia at Jason. Quickly she replaced the material and then uncovered her treasure again. Her juices were flooding down her thighs by now.

“I want to take your panties down, Nat.” Jason exclaimed, worried that she was again going to take them off without allowing him his fun.

“Ok, baby, come over here.” Jason took his orders and moved over to Natalie within a split second. He put his hands on her hips, spun her around, and then slid his fingers under the elastic of her waistband. He stared into her bright hazel eyes, then lowered his mouth to her breast and kissed her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. These renewed ministrations on her nipples were far more pleasurable than when he had used his hands, Natalie let out a gasp and a moan to tell him he was doing a good job.

His fingers however, had begun to itch with anticipation, so he released her breast Escort side from his mouth and pulled her thong down revealing for the second time her small bush. Jason wasn’t very experienced, in fact he just wasn’t experienced, but even he knew that the smell and her slick thighs were good indicators that Natalie was incredibly horny.

“Let’s go to the bed, I want to teach you how to lick my pussy.” Natalie was desperate for a release, so quickly lay herself down on her single bed, and spread her legs wide. She beckoned to Jason and he clambered between her legs. Clearly he was ready for his lesson.

She was going to say, “start by licking the juice off of my thighs” , but Jason beat her too it. He knew this nectar was a sign of her arousal and he wanted to taste it. The flicks of his tongue on her legs were driving her to despair, she had to have him on her.

Natalie grabbed Jason’s head and directed him to her clit. She pulled back the hood to give him better access and told him to flick it with his tongue. This he did, Natalie couldn’t believe the ecstasy coursing through her wetness. Jason was going to give her an orgasm and it wasn’t going to take too much teaching.

The intensity of the waves of pleasure increased another notch, Natalie had to grab the duvet cover in her fists as she felt like she was about to take off. She was ready to cum and wanted to feel something inside of her.

“Put your tongue in my hole, I’m almost there, you’re going to make me cum, I want you to lick inside my cunt.” Jason was a bit confused, he thought the clitoris was the most sensitive part of a girl’s vagina, but as the student he relented to Natalie’s wishes and quickly found her entrance with his tongue. This feeling was immense and he couldn’t wait to relieve himself within her hot wet cavern.

With his tongue inside her, Natalie put her fingers to her clit and rubbed furiously. It took only seconds for her to fall over the edge, first her thighs clenched, then her pussy erupted around Jason’s tongue and continued pulsating.

Jason lifted his head up and all Natalie could see was his beaming smile, along with her pussy juice, smeared on his face. This in turn made her smile, she sat up, opened her arms and hugged him to her. Natalie planted kisses on his neck, and Jason reciprocated. Soon enough she moved around to his mouth and gave him a full wet kiss, the honey from her folds making it all the sweeter.

Quickly after they began this embrace Natalie’s fears were allayed when she felt Jason’s full hard on poking into her stomach. After his early failure she was glad he had got it up again, and didn’t want to waste another second before getting his shaft inside her.

She had vowed never to give up her virginity easily, and didn’t think that this would count as such. Natalie had never known she wanted to have sex as much as she did now.

Natalie was a virgin, as was Jason, but she knew that she had to take the lead.

“Get on your back,” was her latest order to Jason, her pussy desperate to be impaled. She clambered on top of him and pushed the head of his penis inside her outer folds. Already she felt full, Natalie had lost her hymen when masturbating with a vegetable, a tip she received from Rachel, but her pussy was still very tight, she knew that she might feel a little pain.

Slowly she lowered herself down Jason’s prick. Not all the way first time, or second actually, but she could feel herself stretching. Her lips were being pulled wide by his cock and she wanted to feel all of him.

Natalie braced herself and pushed all the way down. Her pain was clear to Jason as she winced, and he asked if she was alright.

“I’m fine, but don’t move. Just let me go at my own pace.”

Jason of course did what she said and lay there, immersed in the wonderful feeling of Natalie’s vaginal walls sliding slowly up and down along his shaft. Her heat was amazing, but not as amazing as watching her cautiously rising up and down.

“Now just start bucking your hips with my rhythm,” she said, “and, I’m not on the pill,” though I’m going to the doctor’s tomorrow, she thought, “so tell me when you need to cum.” “Ok, baby.” He had started to grunt with appreciation now as he began to move his hips in time with her movements.

After a few strokes Natalie began to feel it was easier for her to ride Jason and so she picked up the pace. She leant back whilst pumping up and down on his cock and again found her clit with her fingers.

She was so glad that Jason had managed to last much longer this time, but she could tell it wouldn’t take much more.

“Are you going to cum, am I going to milk your seed out, baby?” “With talk like that you can only hurry it along.” “Good. I want you to cum on my tits.” With that Natalie stepped off of Jason’s cock and knelt at the end of the bed. She told him to do the same and to jerk himself off and aim for her boobs.

Jason had seen this in porn films, but couldn’t believe a real girl wanted him to do it to her. He hadn’t thought he could get any harder but now he would swear he had just become even more turned on. He clasped his helmet with his right hand and started pumping his meat through the o-shape he made with his fingers.

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While home from my freshman year of college, my mom told me to go visit her friend’s house to help with the yard work. Being 19 years old, its much easier for me to work in the hot and humid southern air.

My mom’s friend is Lisa and she a 49 year old lady with a great sense of humor. Lisa has been single for a number of years due to a nasty divorce. Ever since I was in high school, I’ve been helping her with the upkeep of her place. It’s a modest ranch home on 3 acres of land with plenty of trees, which I’ve hated because of all the trimming after I mowed the yard. While driving over, I could help but think about her. It was winter break the last time I ran into Lisa at the grocery store and she still is one of the most beautiful women I know. She’s not what most call hot, but rather, she’s slim while not having to work out all the time. Basically, She still has plenty of curves. Lisa is about 5′-5″ and I’d guess to be about 150 lbs with slightly larger than average breasts. Her hair is curly and usually past her shoulders in length with amazing hazel eyes.

The reason I can explain her so well is that, in my belief, Lisa the reason for my secret fetish. While I appreciate a great ass, nice tits, pretty eyes just as much as the next guy, I have a weakness for armpits. It’s something that I keep to myself. I don’t care for hairy pits and if a girl has bad BO, that’s a major turn off. Nice, shaved (stubble is ok), clean armpits are a major weakness to me. The reason I blame Lisa goes back to when I had my graduation party. My parents hosted and everyone stayed late listening to music and sitting around the fire. Lisa was there, wearing her tank top, and dancing to the music. She had put her hands behind her head while moving her hips in the most erotic fashion a recent high school graduate could imagine. She looked at me and winked… I was in love. Every time I saw a girl pose like that, I’d think back to that moment. I still keep my fetish to myself because I find it weird and embarrassing. I haven’t found a serious enough girlfriend I trust enough telling, which is probably also why I’m still a virgin.

As I pulled into Lisa’s drive, I noticed the grass was already mowed but the trimming still needed done. Damn. I parked my car next to the house and she came out carrying two bottles of water.

“Here, it’s hot today and you’ll need this.” Lisa said, as she tossed me a water bottle.

“Thanks. What do you need done and where do you want me to start?” I asked.

Lisa replied, “Well, the trimming still needs done. I also need help replacing a fan on the back porch. That should be plenty for today. What would you like to do first?”

“Well, I should probably work on the fan and then trim. I don’t want to have the grass and weeds all over me while I’m hanging a fan incase I get into poison ivy while weed eating.” I reasoned.

“Ok, the ladder is in the shed.” She stated.

I walked to the shed to get the ladder but I couldn’t help think that I was a bit disappointed because she did have a tank top on. Just a normal T-shirt but she still looked amazing. Once I got the ladder and made it back to the rear of the house, Lisa had already gotten the new fan out of the box. I assembled the fan enough to make it easier hang and install, but left the blades and light fixture off. Once I got up the ladder, I had Lisa hand me the main housing. She was adamant that she held the ladder while I was on it. Even though it was only a 6′ ladder, I think it was more about simply having company.

“How’s your classes going?” She asked.

“Good. Calculus sucks but everything else is good”. I had just finished with the wiring and was trying to tighten the mounts. “I didn’t think engineering would be as tough as it has been. Could you flip the switches to see if the motor works?” I asked.

Lisa flipped the switch and all was fine. I was kind of in a hurry to finish the install because it’s was getting humid with not much for a breeze. The fan would surely be nice.

“If you don’t mind handing me the blades of the fan, that would help speed things up a bit” I said.

“Sure, but I don’t want you to fall.” Lisa said with concern.

“I’ll be fine, hand me one of them please.” As she handed me one, I attempted to get a glance down her sleeve. I couldn’t see anything but I still had 4 more tries. After I got the screws started, I asked for the next blade. Again, no luck with her sleeve. I eventually got all the blades on and screws started and not once was I able to catch a glimpse of her armpits. This turned into a bit of a disappointment. I then asked her to reach me up the screwdriver so I İstanbul Escort can tighten down the fan blades. When she handed it to me, I swear I felt her graze my shorts as if she were trying to cop a feel. I looked down inconspicuously and Lisa didn’t show any sign of having noticed what she did.

Lastly I needed the lighting attachment. “Lisa, can you hand me the lights? Be careful with it, it’s a bit heavier than the fan blades.” I said.

“Sure thing sweetie” she replied. A name she used for anyone who was younger and helped out around the house.

As she handed me the lights, I finally caught the glimpse I was after! Beautifully shaved and taken care of armpits. I could feel my dick instantly stir. I was hoping it wouldn’t be too much and show through my shorts. Then it happened. I felt that graze again. There was no mistaking it, Lisa definitely grazed my semi hard cock. I glanced down. Lisa must not have noticed. Her body language and expression showed that she had no idea what she had done. Yet, I was about to explode.

I finished the lighting portion of the fan and climbed down the ladder.

“Lisa, all is good with the fan and I need to get the trimming done now.” I told her. What I really needed to do was get to work and let myself settle down. My dick was starting to get hard and I could stop looking at Lisa.

“That’s fine. Thanks so much! The trimmer is in the shed next to where you got the ladder from.” She mentioned.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I returned the ladder to the shed immediately so she wouldn’t see my growing hard on. My only wish right now is that she knew how much I wanted her. Once I returned the ladder, the trimmer was right there. I had a few moments so I pulled out my cock and started stroking. After a few seconds of thinking about Lisa’s armpits, I stopped. The realization of needing to trim the grass and having a rock solid dick didn’t coincide well. So, I checked the gas and oil, really buying time to let my cock soften a bit, so that I could get to work. The faster I got done, the sooner I got home to jerk off. I was craving being able to cum while this image was fresh in my mind.

As I brought out the trimmer, Lisa stopped me.

“It’s really hot today, please take it slow and don’t over work yourself. I’m going to change and start hanging some lights for my party this weekend,” Lisa told me.

She was soaked in sweat. She didn’t smell of B.O. in fact, she still smelled of lavender. Damn, I wish I could find a girl like her.

About 20 minutes into trimming the edges, I glanced up to see her hanging her decorations. She had put on a tank top and I had the perfect view of her pits! To bad I was so far away. This was just another reason I needed to quickly finish and get home. I am planning on jerking off at least twice.

As I finished and started to replace the trimmer, Lisa ran over and asked if I trimmed next to the old oak in the back yard.

“You didn’t trim over by the old tree did you?!” Lisa asked.

“I did. I even made sure to keep clean lines for you” I replied.

“Oh no!! That was covered in poison!! I meant to tell you. You need to clean up. Your mother will be infuriated if I allowed you to get poison. Go take a shower in the guest bathroom and I’ll wash your clothes while you do” she insisted.

Being really sensitive to poison, I agreed and hurried off to shower.

As I undressed, I passed out my clothes as I was told by Lisa and showered. After the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and sat down on the bed in the guest room. I’ve not felt as awkward as I do now in a long time. Lisa knocked on the door and said that my clothes are clean and sitting by the door. I opened the door and everything was there, folded, clean, and ready. I dresses and headed to the kitchen.

“Let’s drink a glass of lemonade before you go and enjoy the new fan you installed for me!” Lisa exclaimed.

I walked out and she sat down next to me. Lisa was still wearing her tank top and was glistening from her sweat due to the heat. She handed me a lemonade as she turned on the fan with her new remote.

“Thanks again for helping me today!” She said.

“No worries, let me know if you need help again this summer.” I replied.

Lisa pulled her hair back, exposing her armpits, and said, ‘I’m sure I will, it’s going to be a hot summer. But I do have a question.” She asked.

I was, again, getting a semi hard cock from her body, and started finding it hard to not show it.

“What’s that?” I asked.

Lisa reached over and grabbed my cock through my shorts, “I know you İstanbul Escort bayan noticed my touching of you earlier. Would you let an older woman enjoy your body for a little bit? Would you let me play with you?” She asked as she began slowly stroking me through my shorts.

I had no idea what to do so I just nodded.

“I’ll take that as a yes. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man. Please don’t tell your mother. Now, take off your shorts and let me see you!” Lisa demanded.

I stood up and, nervously, started to take down my shorts.

Lisa started, “I’ve noticed you looking at me. Would you like me to take off my shirt? Would that turn you on? Do you want to see my tits? I’ll show you if you promise to gently lick my nipples.”

This was it.. the moment I’ve wanted all my teenage life. I could only muster one word, “yeah”

Yeah… what the hell kind of reply is that?! All I knew was that this is the closest I’ve ever been to seeing boobs in real life and having a woman touch me.

“You cock is so hard!” She told me. She still hadn’t touched it directly yet. “Lay down. I’m going to let you lick my nipples while I make you feel better than any woman ever has” she promised.

I laid down. I was more than excited. Lisa was about to do something to me while I got to suck on her nipples. It’s not her armpits but, at my age, anything was good! She sat next to me. Under the new fan I installed on the back porch, she positioned herself so that she was sitting next to me. Her hips next to mine as she faced me. She used her right hand to touch my throbbing cock while showing me her tits. If she leaned over, her tits would be in my face. I could almost cum now thinking about it. She started by dragging her finger tips up my thigh, across my cock, and on too my stomach. She did this a few times, watching me squirm.

Lisa then said, “now, I’ll show you mine” as she started to take off her tank top.

I couldn’t help but watch her armpits as she took off her top. Her armpits were smooth, freshly shaven. They were not as tanned as the rest of her body and were so amazing that I could turn away and nearly came.

She started to rub my cock while I stared at her amazing tits. Lisa took my dick in her right hand and started to rub her nipples with her left. She was putting on a show for me. She then leaned over and put her left tit up to my lips.

“Lick my nipple gently,” Lisa demanded.

I did as I was told. I started by licking her nipple and then circling it with my tongue. Lisa wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock and started to stroke me slowly. I was in heaven! The saltiness from her sweat was also tasty. I started to attempt to get more by licking underneath her breast.

“Ahh. You’re a salty snack person. Keep going, I’ll have you lick my other tit clean as well. You’re making this old lady feel good.” Lisa stated as she kept stroking my cock.

Precum was flowing at this point and she started to slow down even more. As Lisa tried to give me her other nipple, her hair got into my face. She pulled it back and out of the way but all I could see was her armpit. I felt my dick get harder and twitch. Her armpit was nearly on my face. This was my dream since a kid. She stopped stroking.

“Ohh. You like armpits?” She asked.

I was caught. She’d be the first to know. I had nothing to lose to I replied, “yes. But I’m embarrassed about it. I think it’s weird.”

Lisa replied, “don’t be. I have an idea.”

She then raised her arm and placed her hand behind her head. She looked at her pit and looked at me. She had a smirk. Lisa grabbed my cock and started stroking with force. I wanted to cum right then.

“Is this what you want? I can do better” Lisa stated.

At that moment, she leaned in and put her armpit in my face. I was about to cum when she stopped and started to play with my precum that had soaked my entire cock and her hand. She brought her armpit closer and said, “lick the salt from my pit! Be gentle.”

I started licking her armpit. She still smelled of lavender but she was salty. I’m glad she stopped jacking me because I’d have cum right now. As I finished licking her pit, she sat up. And licked some of my precum off her fingers.

“If you’re into my armpits, I’ll let you cum to them if you let me cum the way I need.” She offered. I couldn’t decline this opportunity.

“Anything!” Is all I could say.

Lisa stood up and took offer her shorts exposing her skimpy panties. Her ass was in great shape considering she is nearly 50.

“I’m sure I’m not as hot as the girls you’ve Escort İstanbul been with in college.” Lisa said.

“I haven’t been with a girl yet.” Is all I could reply.

Lisa stopped. She got a very devilish look on her face. “Well, I’ll make this experience a good one.” She turned and slowly took down her panties. Bending over to get them off, she gave me an amazing and up close view of her ass. I wanted to bury my face in it.

She then turned around and looked at me. She took the crotch of her panties and held it to my nose, “here’s a tease. I want you to smell me. My pussy made these panties wet when you licked my nipples. I’m going to own you today.”

Lisa then took her panties and put them in my shorts pocket. “You can have these as a souvenir from today.” She told me.

Lisa then climbed on top of me and sat down on my hard dick, pressing it between her wetness and my groin. She started to grind herself agains my dick, combining our juices. Her tits were hanging down toward me, giving me a view of a lifetime. Lisa started moaning and biting her lower lip. “It’s time we fixed your virginity issue.” She said as she slid a bit further forward. She rocked her hips a little more than she had been and I felt warmth surround my cock as she slowly sat backwards. “Oohhh” she moaned. Lisa sat upright and smiled. Lisa pulled her nipples a bit and then held her hair up on top of her head as she began rocking her hips. “Go ahead and take a look. Do you prefer my tits or my armpits?” She asked.

All I could muster was a “both. Lisa, I think I’m going to cum soon. Ohhh. Ohh.”

Lisa smirked, “come on baby. Cum in my pussy while you stare at my pits. Cum for me.”

She rocked a few times more and I started to cum harder than I ever have. “Oh fuck!” My dick was pulsing. Lisa kept rocking slowly. She then laid back down on top of me without letting me slip out of her. She gave me a gentle kiss and started fucking me again. After a few minutes I was getting turned on again.

“I can feel you getting harder again inside of me… perfect” Lisa exclaimed.

I could still feel all my cum in her pussy. Lisa smiled a devilish grin and said, “it’s my turn to cum now and your going to learn how to please a woman.”

Lisa then stood up, quickly turned around and stood over my face. I could see my cum oozing out of her pussy. She started to squat down onto my face and my heart was racing. I didn’t know what to do, I wanted her ass on my face just a few moments ago but now she was full of my cum. Before I could think, she had sat right down on my face and I could feel her hand on my cock.

“Start licking. Enjoy the taste. You like salty snacks, here’s one for you.” She started to rock as my tongue darted into her pussy. I could feel her hand massaging her clit at the same time. Lisa then moved back a few inches. “Lick here” she said. I could feel her guide my tongue to her clit. She sat upright on my face which caused my nose to rub her vaginal opening. As she started grinding, I could feel my cum all over her. She moved forward a bit again and said, “lick all of your cum off of me. Do it now.” I did as she said. It was salty but also mixed with her juices. I felt her jerking me off as I was licking up my own cum from her pussy. She then started grinding on my face as she moved back so I could lick her clit again. I could hear her start to moan again and felt her thighs tighten against my head.

“Oh damn! I’m cumming! Clean my dirty pussy. Fucking lick it! Oh! Oh!” Lisa screamed.

Once she finally stopped, she got off of me and sat next to me.

“Well, that’s a side of me you haven’t seen before. I hope it wasn’t too much for you.”

“Wow!” I had no words. I was in heaven.

Lisa raised up one arm and put her armpit in my face. “Well, take one last look and kiss it. I’m going to go get cleaned up. You should also. Meet me in the kitchen in 5.”

I did as I was told. I gathered my clothes and stumbled to get my shorts on. My legs were weak. I eventually made it to the kitchen and washed my face. Lisa came in, back in a t-shirt and smiled at me.

“Lisa, I don’t know what to say other than thank you.” I told her.

“That’s ok. You’ll know what to say from now on. It was your first time. Just savor it.” Lisa then walked over and gave me a hug.

“Will you be available in a couple of weeks to help with some more chores?” Lisa asked.

“Sure thing! Let me know when.” I said with a smile.

“I’ll let you know. Drive home safe.” She said as she walked me to the door.

As I got into my car to leave, my phone alerted me to a text from Lisa. It was a picture of her left armpit and tit. Of course, I couldn’t prove it because her face wasn’t in it but I knew it was hers. The text read, ‘for you to use when you remember that you still have my soiled panties in your pocket. xoxo.’

This was going to be an amazing summer.

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Like bits of shredded paper struck to wet glass, the heavy snow continued to clog the wiper blades slowing the tiny electric motor to an unhealthy groan. The streaked windshield became impossible to see oncoming traffic, and both side-mirrors of the school bus were so caked, Jeff Morrison had to open the driver’s side window every couple of minutes just to brush that side clear.

The weather was beginning to worry him. He glanced at his watch. They’d not met anyone coming or going in thirty minutes of crawling up the mountain. Thank heaven the highschool teenagers had been delivered to their parents, all except one. The senior’s car waited at the bus terminal and he wondered if she’d be able to drive out of there. Would be good to have this trip over and the bus back in the barn. He reminded himself of the warmth of the terminal, had just turned off the AM radio, which was all about the freak storm they traveled through, and he was more than enough aware of that.

“What the fuck.”

A thick crunch, and the tearing of metal, the buses’ objection from running off pavement to rugged stone and gravel, ground through the interior of the bus. The passenger added a high-pitched screech to Jeff’s already over-stimulated eardrums. The speedometer bounced into his sight showing thirty-five miles-per-hour, the nose of the bus suddenly jerked down, all in less than a second, and he hung weightless.

“Hang on,” he yelled.

The wheel spun from his hands, both hands flew, at the same time he attempted a downshift, and instantly couldn’t think of why he’d do such a thing. Jeff’s foot slammed down the brakes. The tires bounced and slid. The bull of a steering wheel whipped left and right, as if it wanted to rid itself of driver and passenger. They were going to die.

* * *

He awoke to black so dark a cave met his eyes, only colder. At first, he couldn’t remember where he was, then the fire alarm of reality met him head on. He was blind.

“Carla?” The sound was that of a frog, he wet his lips, tried again, “Carla Phelps, you alright?” This time he recognized his voice, and a picture of the emergency flashlight popped to mind. If he couldn’t see, at least the girl would have light. Jeff’s hands searched under the dash.

“Shit, that hurt.”

The sting in his knuckles subsided as he worked the fingers. Pain is unsympathetic, but did increase his thoughts of their plight. With more diligence than he felt, his searching fingers found the kit all school buses by law were required to carry. The cold metal of the electric lamp was encouraging. A strong beam filled the inside of the bus. That would teach him for being so pessimistic, not blind after all. Jeff played the light around searching for his passenger, noting quickly that the bus had flipped, lay upside down at a crazy angle. Swift barb’s of memory jabbed his foggy brain, and he shivered at the replay of the drive off the cliff. A movement of air chilled his neck, but the windows that he could see remained intact, which was good, but the whiteness that registered beyond the safety glass showed they must be under snow.

“Mr. Morrison, is that you?”

The light spun toward the voice as if it had a mind. The blonde figure in the beam hunched sideways, winter legs drawn up. A thin, brown jacket gapped open, ripped by something, dangled in tatters off one shoulder. The sleeve still clung to the wrist, held by a single, large, pearl like button. Before he jerked the light away, one full, naked breast jutted dangerously from a pink, torn blouse. The girl seemed unaware of her condition. Dazed, he figured, and that single defining moment would be the one picture to keep alive the impact of the accident, and the danger they faced.

“It’s me,” he said. “You alright?”

“Seem to be banged up, but yeah . . . what happened?”

“Off the road . . . remember hitting something. The storm. . . Do you have a cell?”

“Got smashed.”

He chuckled to himself by almost correcting the girl’s faulty grammar. ‘It was smashed,’ instead he said, “Okay then, we’ll be alright,” then quickly added, “They’ll send someone out, when we don’t arrive.” At least that’s what he hoped would take place. No sense making the girl worry any more than necessary.

“When will that be?”

“Soon,” he said. “We’re only six or seven miles out.”

He looked in the emergency kit, drew out a couple space-age foil blanket packs, tossed one in her direction. “Wrap yourself up, keep warm.” He heard the stripping of foil as she tore into it, and he opened one for himself. This way, he wouldn’t have to draw attention to her nakedness by asking her to cover up.

“There’s plenty of water,” he said, remembering the plastic bottles in back, “and we can melt snow if we need. The biggest thing is to keep warm until we’re rescued.”

“I heard the radio,” she said, her tone admonishing.”Said the storm would last days.” Carla was quiet then, seemed to be thinking, made up her mind and added in a calm voice, “Dad made sure we all had survival training, so I’m not particularly worried. İstanbul Escort As good a time as any to test it. Luckily neither of us is hurt. That could have complicated things.”

“Indeed.”

In a few hours even the foil blanket he’d wrapped tight around himself didn’t keep out the cold. The windows were filling with Jack Frost scribbling. Moisture from breathing became invisible crayons, painting the windows with feather ice. Jeff wondered if they were going to have to open a window for air. He shined the light in Carla’s direction to reveal that the cold had already overreached the limits of her body to provide heat. Her teeth chattered across the short distance.

“You that cold?”

“Mm-m-more,” she said. “I learned that we will survive better if we share body heat . . . that is if you don’t mind.” Without waiting for an answer she scooted right up to him, pulled her blanket over both of them.

“Wait, my blanket can help.”

After that, he began to warm. Her shivering hadn’t lessened, and adding that her little body snuggled so tight to him, the mental picture of her full breasts pressed to his chest was a permanent tattoo. His mind ran in all directions . . . the girl is only eighteen, for shit sake.

“Is there needle and thread in the survival kit?” Carla asked, her voice soft and quivering.

“I believe so.”

“I can sew together two of these blankets, make a tent to cover us.”

He thought for a moment. “I might be able to get a couple of these seat backs off. Make it easier to sit, instead of this hard roof. Warmer on our butts too.”

“Metal’s hard.”

He was thinking about being human and something else becoming stiff with her clinging to him, and that didn’t make him happy. Embarrassing himself was not something he did regularly. In an hour by his watch, he had several seat backs off, lining them up. It was then he noticed several of the windows were cracked and one was completely broken. The packed snow didn’t allow wind to enter, but convection cold seeped into the bus like a frost bitten worm.

“Here we go,” Carla said. “Help me ti-ti-tie this to the seats.” It was large enough to cover about six foot, and drape down to stop any errand cold from the sides. They’d still need their blankets, but it would help.

He lay his head on a seat back, stretched out full length and pulled the extra blankets over them. He switched off the light to save the batteries. Darkness swept over them like a cloud filled night without city lights to reflect upon them.

“The lights right here, if you need it,” he said.

“Need heat more than light,” she said, “and we’ll have more if we take off our clothes.” She said it so matter-of-fact that it startled him. Heat rushed to his face. He felt her moving, knew she was removing her pants. Before he could say anything, he heard fabric rustle. Envisioned every move as the ripped jacket came off, top over her head. “Come on, hurry it up,”she said, “it’s cold out here.”

She was again snuggled to him, her head on his chest, legs covering his.

“Ah, warmth,” she whispered, her body nestling in with his.

He didn’t know if true or not, but in his mind he felt the hair covering the ‘vee’ between her legs tickle his skin. He thought her a little damp when she threw a leg over his stomach, but that was probably his imagination.

“I’ve never been this close to a naked man.” She giggled with teenage nervousness.

Great, I’m physically tangled with an impressive virgin who isn’t my wife, or even a fiancee . . . he willed his appendage to shrivel, but thoughts of what she could be doing only made it worse.

“Ohhh,” she whispered, “you’re . . . “

The sound of her voice, he thought, was more knowing than surprise.

“We’re both naked, and I am human.”

“I know about a penis,” she said. “I’ve had sex education.”

“Then you know how difficult this is.”

“We didn’t go into the physiological aspects of male sex.”

“Beautiful.”

“I do know about babies, and other things.” She faltered, then it all came out in a rush.”Girls talk, you know. We’re not that much different from boys.”

Oh, yes, you are . . . Jeff envisioned her young, taunt body draped over his. Her hot breath did knowing things to him inside. Where were girls like you when I went to high school?

“Do you know anal?”she said.

“What?”

“Have you had anal sex?”

“I heard what you said, and that’s none of your business. I don’t talk about what I have or have not done in private.” He’d only read magazine articles on the subject, but wasn’t about to explain that.

“So, you don’t screw and tell. But, I’ve never done anything sexual, unless you call kissing, and masturbation, sex.”

“Good for you, saving yourself.”

“I’m not saving anything. Just saying, I’m not about to get pregnant.”

So, you’ve . .?”

“Screw you . . . I’ve never been promiscuous.”

“Sorry,” he said quickly. “I just never found it easy to talk about . . .”

“Sex?” she said. “Good to İstanbul Escort bayan know.”

“Girl, I’m six or seven years older, and you’re not my type.”

“You don’t know my type, and I’m a woman, not a girl. I can make you cum just as well as someone your age.”

He remained silent, wondering, who is this girl?

“You don’t believe me?” she said, and grabbed him.

“Heyyy . . .”

The touch, a shout of her exasperation and need, rammed over him like a pot of molten metal. Her fingers working him like she’d milk a cow.

“Don’t.” he said, finally catching his breath. “That’s not appropriate.”

“You like being touched,” she said, “I can tell, and you don’t care which woman does it.”

Her closeness made him weak. A shutter ran through at her touch, and a woman’s throaty laugh came from under the dark, foil covers.

“See? Your body betrays you, and I like what I’m doing. Remember, I heard that radio too, and if I’m going to die, I’m not going without trying everything mother said was morally disgusting.”

“We’re not . . . going to die.”

“So, you say . . . Tell me what you like a woman to do,” she said, ignoring his denial of their future. “I know one thing, I’ll bet.”

With that, her lips squashed against his chest. “I love my nipples played with, do you?” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Took a few seconds to find one in the dark, her hot breath stimulating the hair on his chest to a tornado of action.

Suddenly her lips found him, and quick heat flashed through his system.

“You shouldn’t . . . be doing that,” he said. A ragged deep breath entered the bus, and he prayed she wouldn’t stop.

“Even if it’s this enjoyable?”

“Just don’t start anything you can’t finish.”

“I finish everything.”

Her lips gathered in the nipple, sucked on it, played with it. Carla’s tongue swept around the now hardening little tower. Tweaked the other with her fingers. “I do this to myself sometimes.”

Jeff’s groan was not all involuntary, his fingers were counting ribs, found the tip of one breast squashed against his chest. Something he didn’t recognized filtered from her lips, an animal sound. Little vibrations that hung in his mind long after she’d made it.

He felt her push up, balancing on her arms, giving complete access. He hefted the breast as if he were a scale, and she a delicacy he was about to ravish. Heavy, round, better than a handful. She shivered, then attacked his other nipple, as if his ministrations had driven her to do it, turning his desire up like a dial on an electric stove.

“I’m all quivery inside,” she said, her voice low and gravelly, “with the thought of what comes next. My friends disagree . . . some don’t like it, others say it’s a wonderful experience, can’t get enough. Believe I’ll be one of the latter . . . guide me, I must know the taste of a man before I die.”

She moved down, kissing the flats of his stomach. On the way, her hair dragged over his skin in a torturing misfit of emotions. Anticipation, that warrior of desire beat inside his frenzied brain. Every muscle in his body demanded the torment, coaxed the end, and yet . . . Something soft and warm ran the full length, using him like an ear of corn. Jeff trembled under the touch, wished he could see what was happening, but the light would destroy the mood. She cradled him between those spellbinding, warm globes. Felt them slipping around him agonizingly slow. The sudden urge to burst flew across his libido like a feather dipped in hot grease. She caressed the head of him like a favorite ice cream bar or a piece of candy.

Her cheeks and tongue did their magic. On and off like someone rapidly flicking a light switch, jeff neared the explosion point.

“Should call this a suck job,” she said, breaking the spell, “there is no blowing.” She giggled around him. “How’m I doing?”

He almost blasted himself into her right then, but with a steel will brought himself back from eruption. She moved on, taking her time, humming ‘She’ll be coming round the Mountain.’ It was meant to be funny, he knew, but the vibrations sent him to the edge. His hips spasmed by themselves.

Startled by the quick upward force, Carla pulled back, and in one quick downward jab of her head took him to the root of his existence.

If this was illegal in some states, politicians obviously had never tried it.

Carla’s breath came in jagged gasps. “Didn’t know I’d like it this much,” she said, coming up for air. “My heart is racing.”

“You’ll like what I do for you much better.”

“I don’t know, this is pretty fantastic.” Her tongue swept over him lovingly, kissing the tip. She let out an exaggerated smacking of lips. He could almost see her tongue sneak out, licking her lips. “I want more,” she said and he hit the back of her throat as she attempted to take all of him again.

Her body convulsed, she was going to retch. Her pharynx opened in preparation, and Jeff slipped easily down Carla’s throat. The muscles tightened around Escort İstanbul him and he realized she’d just tried to swallow. He was there in that instant. Clamping down on his sphincter muscles, Jeff held it for a long count, the pleasure built in those few seconds until he could hold back no longer and spit a stream of pent up joy.

Everything halted, as if his cum startled her into complete submission. When the second discharge exploded down her throat, she resumed a slow tender action, worked over him until she had only the tip between her lips. He wondered if by chance she kept some of his discharge on her tongue just as another spasm grabbed him.

“I didn’t know it would be like this,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Forceful.” She laughed now, full and throaty, a woman sound. “Like sequential explosions, boom, boom, boom,” she said. “I’m in awe.”

A tiny smacking of lips came to him, this time without any sign of prevarication. “I actually like the taste. Do all men taste this good?”

“You should ask your girlfriends.”

“Think I will. At least I have something to compare and share. I’m going to try that again.”

“You’ll have to wait a few minutes.”

“Why?”

“I need to reload.”

“Ohhh.” That giggle again. She had transformed to teenager.

“It’s your turn,” he said. “Take my place down here.”

In a few seconds, she was under him. His hands caressed her face, a finger ran over the puffy lips, and he wondered if he’d bruised them in his excitement. The sides of her neck were extremely sensitive, under the ears and the small concave spots near the clavicle. His tongue flicked about her ears. He drew in an ear lobe, sucked it as she had him, and biting the neck with his lips produced an almost growl. Her head twisted into him. Jeff tasted her lips, hard and demanding.

“Did I tell you, I can touch my nose with the tip of my tongue?” she said.

He made love to her tongue to see. Right then he wanted to dive into her, smell the freshness of her, take her quick, satisfy his desire, but held himself in check. Finally reaching her breasts, he kissed the tops with windshield wiper like kisses, dipped between them, lingered over the breastbone, explored the mass of them, searched out each nipple, flicking them with the point of his tongue. Finally, taking one at a time between his lips, he sucked hard and soft, tit-for-tat, pulling each one until it nearly slipped from his lips, rolling the stretched flesh until she groaned. In one swift motion he was between her legs, found them to be longer than he thought. He loved long legs. Slipping his fingers under both sides of her tiny butt he balanced her on his hands, drew her into him.

At the contact Carla yelled. “Fuckin’ bitch,” The first orgasm hit hard. Her legs stiffened as she pushed to meet his thrusting. That growl again. “Ohh, fucck.”

He brought her to the finale.

Sweat covered, they lay side-by-side in each others arms, their breaths hot and heavy, hearts yammering.

“Now, that’s an orgasm,” she whispered, “Better than I get by hand.” She played with the hair on his chest.

“Told you so, want to go again?” he asked.

“Can you?”

“I have a mouth,” he said and laughed.

“Well, I could,” she said, “but you have to refill. That’s such a downer.”

“It’ll be up soon enough.”

“If not, I may have to give it resuscitation.”

“Hummmm.” His eyes rolled, but she couldn’t see that, or hear him wondering what came next in her mother’s abhorrent fantasies of what was morally disgusting.

* * *

The unapproachable, Mr. Jeff Morrison, how that has changed in such a few minutes. His breathing slow and strong under her ear, made him seem so close . . . if it weren’t for the mess they were in. If they were rescued, everything would reverse, except; something very important had just taken place. She had given for the first time, the most personal of all acts to a man she didn’t know. A tiny thrill flashed through her at the thought. The power she had over him in those few seconds, beyond belief. The Gemini twins mirrored how she felt, connected body and soul, and now her other half lay drained, slowed under the auspicious of sexual satisfaction.

Into her mind flashed a picture of just how wrong Misty had been. She knew now that her friend didn’t always know or tell the truth, doubted that Misty had even been close to her boyfriend’s prick. Poor Floyd. Come to think of it, poor me, because I believed. Misty’s words rang clear in her brain.

“All women do it,” Carla’s friend said, “including our respective mothers, they just don’t mention that in their little sex talks.” Then came the explanation of the very first time Misty went down on her boyfriend. “He got so worked up, grabbed my hair . . . that thing of his cut off my air, I gagged and threw up all over him. Served him right.”

This hadn’t actually been an endorsement, and Misty had said it tasted like poor man’s Okra, thick and slippery.

I hate Okra, nearly puke at the smell. If that’s what boys expect, piss on them. In the months since Misty’s little declaration, Carla had found one of her brother’s adult magazines,’The Joys of Oral Sex, and Other Interesting Pleasures.’ Coming downstairs to help for dinner that late afternoon, she found her mother already in the kitchen.

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Eddie: So, midnight at The Marriott?

Darcy: Yes. Just tell them Daisy left a key for you.

Eddie: And you promise you’re not underage or a dude?

Darcy: Pinky Promise.

Eddie: that doesn’t give me much confidence in your age.

Darcy: I solemnly swear. And you have to promise not to try to turn the light on.

Eddie: I don’t get it, but you have my word.

Darcy: It will be worth it. I swear.

Eddie: See you then, Daisy.

Darcy: Yep. Bye, Eddie.

No, Eddie doesn’t know my real name. He can’t. He seems like a good guy, but I can’t take a chance on him knowing who I really am. It would be too easy for him, or anyone, to betray a girl he barely knows.

After six years of teenage mega-stardom, six years of rigidly living up to the squeaky clean image an entire team of people have pushed upon me, I’m ready to finally do something naughty.

I’ve seen all of my friends grinding on random men and finding a place to spread their legs for them for years. Even without the image to uphold, I couldn’t do that. I’m a good girl. But I’m also a horny girl, and having just turned twenty, I won’t wait anymore.

I could date one of the blazing young stars whose people have repeatedly contacted my people. But it feels so fake and so public. I could date some regular guy, but I’m too famous for that to work. I’m on t-shirts and posters and lunchboxes. My face and name are beloved and ridiculed with equal fervor.

I just want to have sex without any drama.

I dress as ordinarily as I possibly can: jeans and a light hoodie with sunglasses. I also apply dark lipstick since I’ve never worn anything but clear gloss publicly.

I drive my old Corolla and park at the Marriott half an hour from my home. It’s not scary gross, but it’s also not suspiciously upscale. I check in and leave explicit directions with the front desk. Rosanna says she’ll be there all night. She’s about thirty, delightfully plump and busty and she seems ready to do my bidding when I slip her a fifty.

I get there plenty early, leaving myself three hours to mentally prepare myself at the hotel. The room has two queen beds and a television set. It’s as generic as it can possibly İstanbul Escort be.

I wish there was some body part left to exfoliate, moisturize or wax, but those things have been obsessively tended to every day for the last six years. Well, except for the hair, you know, down there. I wonder if I should tackle it in the two hours I have left. I unbutton my pants and reach my hand down into the soft thatch of light brown hair. My finger slips over my excited clit, which seems to know exactly what it’s in for. I decide to leave the hair for now.

I flip through the channels nervously, skipping quickly past a rerun of my show. The scene shows me at fourteen with shoulder-length hair and thick bangs. I’m too skinny with elbows and knees everywhere. I’m glad I’ve filled out some, with hips and a butt and smallish but lovely breasts. I was on All About Allie for six years and the show just wrapped a few weeks ago. The final episode won’t even air for another month. After it does, there will be the concert tour featuring my costars and me. And then onto the challenge of my first movie, a starring role in the adaptation of a wildly successful young adult book series. Everything’s coming up Darcy, except in my personal life of course.

The time slips by both slowly and quickly somehow. At 11:55, I turn off the lights and sit on the edge of the bed, fully dressed. The man I’m waiting for is twenty-two and in his fourth year at UCLA. Apparently, he’s some kind of science geek. And two weeks of chatting online have proven him to be quite witty and charming. I have no idea what he looks like though, or if a single word he’s said to me has been true. Part of the excitement, although it’s got my stomach in absolute knots.

He knocks on the door. How very considerate. “Come in.” My voice shakes. Oh God, what if he recognizes my voice? How did that not occur to me? Okay, Darcy, lose the big head. Not every person in America recognizes your voice.

The light from the door reaches the first queen bed but not the one I’m sitting on.

“Hi,” he says in a nerve-racked voice. It’s endearing.

“Hey.”

“Where are you?”

“I’ll come help you.” I at least have a general knowledge İstanbul Escort bayan of the room going for me. The simple sound of his voice has put me at ease about him. But not about the other stuff.

I find him in the dark, my hand grazing the soft knit of what feels like a nice polo shirt. I awkwardly find his hand, the skin of which is like silk, even softer than my overly-pampered paws.

“It’s nice to finally sort of meet you.”

“I’m nervous. Can we take this slow?”

I feel Eddie scoot back on the bed and I follow suit so both of our heads rest on fat feather pillows.

“Of course we can. Is this your first time, Daisy?” Eddie’s voice is timid with the question.

“Yes.”

“I’ll take good care of you.”

Eddie puts his hand behind my neck and our lips come together. His are soft and insistent. An alien feeling takes me over and I cling to him, my long legs wrapping around him. I feel his hard-on reaching out for me, straining to plunge into me through the layers of denim and cotton. Eddie breaks away from me and I hear the sounds of his shirt peeling off and his jeans being wriggled out of. I take the opportunity to fling my shirt to the floor. His hands beat mine to my waistband, and he pulls my jeans and panties off in one quick motion. He kisses me once more and I feel his hips between my knees. We’re both quivering with need and I know he’s waiting for my go ahead.

“I’m ready,” I whisper in his ear. My hands clutch at Eddie’s back for dear life. He puts his hands beneath my hips and the head of his penis easily finds my soaking wet pussy lips. I wish the lights were on for just a moment. I’d love to see the cock that’s about to take my virginity.

“Oh God!” I groan as Eddie fills me to the hilt.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh God, yes. Fuck me, Eddie!”

His head finds a home next to mine and he takes no mercy in pounding me. Each thrust takes me closer until I feel a gush of fluid squirt out of me and all over both of us. My entire body pulsates. We cling to each other as the thrusts slow and we kiss passionately. My legs wrap around him tightly and his movements become smaller yet more intense. Eddie’s body tenses Escort İstanbul and he shudders, one last plunge into me and he’s still. His sweaty torso presses into mine as we try to catch our respective breaths. A part of me wants to keep him on top of me and inside of me. But Eddie slowly pulls his long cock out of me and lays next to me. He scoots close, nudging me so that his front presses into my back. “God, Daisy, that was amazing.”

“It really was,” I reply quietly, wishing he could know my name. Eddie kisses the back of my neck sweetly and cups my breast. His thumb and forefinger roll my nipple gently sending a zap of electricity to my loins. I moan softly, pushing my ass into him. Everything feels wet and a little bit sticky, but I want to touch him. Eddie runs his hand down my smooth belly and he slips a finger into my slit, torturously massaging my still engorged clit and my pelvis grinds against the long, slim digit instinctively. I sigh and buck against him and I feel his prick suddenly rock hard against my ass. His finger picks up speed and I come like a tidal wave, Eddie plunging two fingers into me as the velvety muscles contract wildly. As my orgasm slows, Eddie slips his fingers out and they are rapidly replaced by his cock. His finger returns to my clit and touches it gently as he glides into me slowly. He keeps our bodies tightly joined, moving infinitesimally inside of me. It feels like a long, beautiful time that Eddie spends inside of me. His hands wander, lingering at my belly button, pressing into my ribs. My body finds a rhythm with his and this feels like the most natural, organic moment in my life. I feel a long, intense orgasm eat me alive. My chest moves with breathy sighs and I can feel that my vagina holds his penis like a tight fist. Eddie’s smooth motions become erratic and I feel every one of his muscles tighten.

Eddie slides out of me but we stay in the same position.

“You’re more amazing than I ever could have imagined.” His breath tickles my ear and only a layer of our intermingled sweat separates my backside from his front.

I feel at home with his body cradling mine, my muscles like rubber and my pussy exhausted. I let myself relax into the feeling, taking comfort in the warm friendly body holding onto mine. The smart part of my brain tries to drag me away from Eddie. However, the deeply satisfied sex-drunk part of me shakes her head stubbornly and drifts off to sleep with Eddie’s arm snugly around my middle and his nose nestled into my hair.

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“Let’s go swimming…” he murmured into my ear, traveling the length of my neck with his fingers and lips, torturing me with an undeniable, exquisitely slow sensuality. I groaned, my body seeming to melt upon itself as I imagined the feel of him stroking the fire within me combined with the cool water on my blazing skin. “Oh, god, yes….” I groaned, saying yes to a multitude of things, desire causing my voice to flow from my lips with a new rawness.

He was all blondness and brazenness that night, and Time appeared to draw still and it seemed as though we were instantly there, standing next to the unlit pool under a moonlit sky. I shivered and his arm wrapped around my shoulders as he smiled at me, not asking if I were cold, a knowing smile resting softly on his lips. “Come on.” He urged, pulling me into the water beside him and circling my waist with his hands.

I gasped, feeling the water flow around my naked breasts as the shirt he had let me wear billowed out. My waist length, jet-black hair, free of its tidy braid, spread fan-like around me and I saw his eyes stop to admire it for the first time. His hands against my lower back shot electric impulses up and down my spine and I strained against him, feeling the rigidness of his engorged cock against my thigh. I shivered, the wetness between my legs having little to do with the water from the pool. As he began to draw me into a slow dance, my eyes closed and my head began to spin—Suddenly, I didn’t know if it were my head that was spinning or our movements—but I sank closer into his arms, shivering with mounting need as I pressed myself into him, wanting him more than I have ever wanted anyone.

“Please…” I found myself moaning, as his lips traveled the length on my neck. Goosebumps rose on my arms and my nipples grew harder still. He laughed softly against my cheek, as if we shared a secret no one else knew. A small shuffling sound drew my eyes towards a nearby window, and then another. Suddenly alert and amused, I took in the dim lights around us and saw blinds parting discreetly as at least a dozen eyes watched us with rapt fascination.

“Do you,” I began, laughing into his shoulder, “know what they are thinking?”

His grin was fast and erotic. “Yes…they want to see us fuck.”

We laughed together, and it seemed as though all of those lights grew dark. Esenyurt Escort We could still feel the stares, but it only seemed to heighten our desire and the eroticism of the moment. “In that case,” I murmured, “why disappoint them?”

Our lips met and as my lips parted, I felt a jolt of fire spread through my body as our tongues began to dance. My eyes closed and I felt myself surrender as his hands slipped beneath my shirt and he began to caress my breasts, rolling his fingers over my rock-hard nipples. My hands tore at his shorts and my fingers closed around the hardest, biggest cock I had ever felt!

My eyes flew open and he was smiling at me, his cock growing even harder as I stroked him from length to base, easily reaching nine inches, and as thick as my wrist! My breath came out in gasps as I imagined him trying to fit that monster into my tiny pussy, wet as it was!

We were at the shallow end, in perhaps only 4 ft of water. The water came up to my chest anyway, my 4’11 frame delicate against his 5’8 one, and easily he lifted me up onto a shelf in one smooth motion. My legs parted of their own accord, and suddenly I felt his lips on my inner thigh. I felt myself grew weak as he gently eased my legs apart even further, and then he was there, burying his face in my smooth, bare little pussy.

“You shave…” He murmured approvingly, licking my creaminess like a delicious dessert against his perfect tongue. I moaned, urging him on by spreading my legs wider, and tugging at his blond hair, begging him with my little cries to lick my pussy more!

“God, you taste so sweet! I’ve never tasted such a sweet pussy!” He exclaimed, driving his tongue deeper. “It must be an Asian thing, because they sure don’t make this kind of shit around here!” He exclaimed.

I felt my pussy begin to contract and furiously he began to work his tongue inside me, sliding one thick finger into my wet cunt. I screamed loudly as my juices began to gush all over his face, come leaking out of my long-neglected pussy as he continued to eat me.

“Fuck, you are delicious!” He said again, working his way up to my rigid nipples. “I’m so fucking hard, woman!”

Lying there, with my legs spread lewdly and his face glistening with my pussy juice, reality set in and I became increasing aware of what I was doing. Esenyurt Escort bayan I felt embarrassed as my old world values and ideas lay tossed aside next to me. Shame drew a flush to my cheeks and I averted my large, almond-shaped eyes. “I can’t believe this!” I whispered, suddenly humiliated. “I never do this kind of thing!”

He paused briefly, frowning, then sighed at my dramatic change of mood. “Sherry…” he began, and then stopped, his hand pressing against his painfully swollen cock. I turned to look into his cobalt grey eyes and I began to cry. “I don’t want to be a one-night stand.” I said, quietly. “Not with you. I couldn’t stand it…” I explained.

“I can’t promise anything, Sherry,” He said, honestly, looking at me. His handsome face became serious and he reached out to touch my cheek. “I think you are beautiful, and smart, and funny…and I like you, more than I have liked anyone in a long time. But I can’t make promises…” He laughed suddenly, mischievously. “I can tell you that you are the sweetest girl I’ve known in a long time—personality wise, and that pussy of yours!”

I paused, then I felt the hilarity creep up on me. Suddenly, we were laughing hysterically. I felt my resolution dissolve and I smiled at him. It had been a long time, nearly four years without anyone besides my ex-husband. It was time to move on, all right…and I wanted him!

Slowly, I slid back into the water and wrapped my arms around his neck. “All right, then…that’ll be enough…”I whispered, kissing his cheek as his lips passed over my forehead. “But please…be gentle with me….”

“I promise…” He said, lifting us onto the cool cement and sliding off his shorts and positioning his cock at my waiting entrance. I grimaced as I felt the wide head part the first outer folds, and despite my wetness, I stiffened, panicking immeaditatly as I felt him push and enter with difficulty. “Relax….” He groaned, angling my legs around his waist, “You’re too fucking tight….”

Gradually he eased about two inches in, and I almost screamed from the pain of it. My poor pussy, always tight and firm, seemed to balk at something so large and hard! Still, wetness gushed from inside me and I felt myself rocking frantically against his incredible dick as I began to come on just his head!

“God damn!” He groaned, feeling Escort esenyurt my pussy contract around him. He took a deep breath, and impaled me with his cock, burying that nine-inch monster inside me. My nails dug into his back and I came again, almost wailing as I spasamed around him, riding his cock like an American girl!

“This is fucking unbelievable!” He groaned, fucking me relentlessly, his hips rocking against mine as our passion began to explode. “Fuck, I’ve never…never felt anything so damn tight…your pussy in unbelievable….”

He yelled outloud suddenly, stiffening as his cum exploded inside me. “Oh, fuck yeah!” He cried, his eyes shutting tightly as he pistoned into my narrow channel. “I could fuck you for the rest of my life!”

“I want to taste us…” I cried out, pushing him back. Eagerly I dove to his crotch and wrapped my mouthh around his still rigid cock. I could taste my pussy juice and his cum on his dick as I sucked him dry, and as I began to work my tongue around the tiny hole at top, and when I pumped his cock enthusiastically, I was rewarded by a blast of warm cum! “Give it to me!” I yelled wildly, brazenly baring my firm ass to him, feeling wild and animalistic in ways I had never felt before.

His eyes grew wide and his cock grew even harder as he jumped on me, growling. “Oh, yeah? Think you can take this monster?” he challenged, feeling my bottom with his wide, rough hands, “Your pussy could barely take it, I’ll rip you in half!”

I could only moan in reply, feeling every fantasy return to my mind and seeing his face take on every shadowy figure in those fantasies. I felt like a whore, and loved it. “Fuck my ass!” I screamed, pushing back at him, feeling my pussy flowing with his cum.

He lathered the tip and length of his amazing dick with our juices and began to push at my small brown hole. I grimaced but tried to relax—a long time ago, I had been broken in by a guy with a 4 inch dick—but compared to that, I felt like an ass virgin! Still, I wanted it, so I gave a brutal push back and felt his ruthless cock spear my insides like a hot poker, filling me like I’ve never been filled before.

“So, you like it like this, dirty sex, want to be my little whore, my little asian whore, my china doll?” He groaned, yanking my hair as he rode me fiercely.

“Fuck, yes!” I moaned, feeling his cock work inside me and feeling faint and delicious all at once. “Fuck me harder!” I groaned.

We came at the same time, screaming loudly, and collapsed on the cement, holding each other tight. It seemed as though we heard applause, and we looked at each other and laughed.

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Hannah was my first. Almost 2 years older than myself (and definitely more experienced), she eagerly ushered me into the amazing world that a sexual relationship has to offer. For more than a year we reveled in each other’s bodies. I couldn’t get enough of her.

I first glimpsed Hannah across the parking lot of our local mall as I headed to work at the food court. Already dreading my upcoming six-hour shift, my funk was erased as I rounded a corner and almost bumped into the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. She was large in every way, tall, with a beautiful smile and laughing eyes, all capped by a bushel of dark curls. Gorgeous as she was from the neck up, I admit it was her body that blew me away. Unlike so many of the diet-and-selfie obsessed girls that flocked to the mall, Hannah’s body had a lushness that captured my imagination. In the tight jeans she wore I could see that her hips and ass were beyond curvy, but it was her chest which, literally, stood out. Even without any visible cleavage, I had a hard time looking away from Hannah’s enormous breasts as they stretched her sweater. I had to force my eyes to move up to her face, interrupting my thoughts of the beauty of her breasts under her clothing.

As I forced myself to look her in the eyes and apologize for almost running into her, the smile on Hannah’s face said that she could read my thoughts, and that she was used to having this effect on men. “No need to apologize, it was my fault,” she purred before turning to go on her way. “They do get in the way sometimes,” she added over her shoulder, and could swear the two huge globes of her gorgeous ass were winking in her jeans as she walked away.

I watched her walk until she was fully out of site. Now truly late, I rushed to my shift at the pizza stand in the food court. For once I was grateful for the cheesy plastic apron we were required to wear, as it did a good job of hiding the raging hard-on jutting from the front of my jeans. I vowed that the first break I had I would find a bathroom stall and some relief by imagining the goddess I had just met, only without the clothing.

Less than hour after I arrived, I was still needing that break. As I leaned over to wipe up some spilled cheese on the counter, I sensed a customer standing there. I looked up and almost lost it as I was greeted by the two sweater-covered breasts of my dreams. Again, I had to force myself to look higher and was rewarded by Hannah’s laughing eyes.

“Hello again,” she said with a smile, “Have you recovered from our encounter?”

As I struggled for a clever response, I hoped it wasn’t obvious that if nothing else, the bulge in my jeans was quickly recovering. I decided to go for broke. “Well, it’s not every day you run into a goddess, and I’m not sure I want to recover…”

I waited to see how she took the compliment. Her blush told me to go further. “However, I’m sure I can help you with anything you need.” I gestured toward a menu card on the counter, but I’m sure I couldn’t totally hide the smirk as I stretched out the word ‘anything’.

“It all looks so good,” she said, and I thought I detected a smirk as well. She had yet to look at the menu card. “Too bad I don’t have a cute boy to share it with!”

I couldn’t trust my impression that this gorgeous girl was actually flirting with me, so I put her to the test. “I’m due for a break here,” I said. My break wasn’t for another hour, but there were no other customers to be seen, and the only other employee was trying not to stare at Hannah as he pretended to wipe an already clean prep table. “I could join you for a few minutes until that cute boy comes along.”

“Oh, would you do that for me? I do hate to eat alone.” Hannah batted her beautiful eyes.

I tried not to melt on the spot. As she ordered I tried to catch my breath and calm my hard-on so I could take off the apron. “Gary, I’m taking a ten-minute break,” I called to my co-worker as I handed Hannah her slice and soda, and it was his turn to smirk.

*** As Hannah ate her cheese pizza and we shared her root beer, I was entranced. I kept willing myself to keep my gaze above her neck and to meet her eyes as she spoke. I gave up on trying to come up with clever conversation, I just tried to respond when I was supposed to and not sound like an idiot.

In addition to her physical attributes, Hannah was smart, funny, and just a real woman. She ate her pizza with enjoyment and laughed loudly at my lame jokes, not worrying about being dainty or ladylike. And I couldn’t understand it, but the lady seemed to like me.

*** Over the next week, Hannah came back to see me twice, once hovering at the counter for 20 minutes so we could talk when I couldn’t take a break and sit down with her. Though I couldn’t resist sneaking peeks at her amazing body whenever I could get away with it, I had gotten to the point where I could enjoy her company without worrying that my bulging cock would give me away. It was natural that I Esenyurt Escort finally asked her out.

By our second date we were making out in the front seat of my car. On our third date as we were French kissing at the drive-in movie, I built up the nerve to touch her gorgeous breasts, first sliding my hands around from caressing her back, and exploring the expanse of ‘side-boob’ through her thin blouse. When she didn’t protest, my roaming fingers moved to the front, and even through the silk fabric and the bra beneath it, I was amazed at the size and feel of her massive mounds. After several minutes of my massaging and squeezing, Hannah’s nipples made themselves known, as large and stiff as pencil erasers, and very obvious even through her clothing.

I concentrated on memorizing the contours of her chest, as Hannah’s hands hungrily did the same to my body. Her hands ran up and down my chest, and she pinched my nipples through my shirt. Much as I enjoyed it, I just hoped that those hands would move down towards my crotch at some point.

As our tongues danced in and out of each other’s mouths, I imagined licking her breasts incessantly, and sucking her gorgeous nipples into my mouth. This was something I had only imagined doing, having never gotten further than a brief session (under the shirt but over the bra) with my high-school girlfriend several weeks earlier. Somehow, I knew that with Hannah it was only a matter of time until I eclipsed that landmark, and I counted myself extremely lucky.

When I started to move my hands from her breasts and started down her belly, Hannah called a halt to the progress. Grabbing my hands in hers, she slid mine under her shirt and placed them on her bra-bound breasts. I happily continued my exploration and fulfilled one fantasy when I slid down from nuzzling her neck and she allowed me to suck on her nipples through the blouse and bra. After several minutes of this Hannah pushed me away, saying she had to go home as she was due at work early the next morning. “Besides, I don’t want you ruining my favorite top! We’ll have plenty of time for more next time. If you’re free Saturday, why don’t you come see my new apartment, and I’ll cook us something?”

I decided on the spot that I would be free Saturday, even if it meant quitting my job!

*** When the work schedule came out, I luckily had Saturday off. I blew half of that week’s paycheck on a nice silk shirt and new jeans that fit me like a glove. I hit the gym twice as hard that week, since I hoped there was a chance that my shirt and jeans might be coming off that night. Knowing I looked good helped, but I still was fighting nervousness as I arrived at Hannah’s apartment.

When Hannah answered her door, I was speechless. There was the familiar face and smile I loved, but the body I had dreamed about was encased in form-fitting sundress that looked like it was painted on. The tropical print dress was not too short, ending just above her knees, but it hugged and accentuated her curves. Though my hands had explored Hannah’s amazing cleavage, for the first time I had a glimpse of it in the low-cut dress. As Hannah gave me the tour of her apartment, I was entranced by the way her breasts and ass moved under the dress. Obviously more than ample, her assets appeared to be firm as well, and the thin fabric of the dress was straining to contain them.

Dinner was a delicious chicken salad, followed by some fresh fruit. “I’m always dieting, though it never seems to do any good,” she admitted. I couldn’t have disagreed more. As far as I could tell, she was just about perfect.

After dinner Hannah opened a bottle of wine and dimmed the lights. We kicked off our shoes and sat on the couch to relax and listen to music, but were soon involved in serious kissing. As I wrapped my arms around Hannah, I was surprised that I didn’t feel a bra strap under her dress, how had I not noticed before? When I moved down to kiss her neck, Hannah’s nipples jutting from the dress told me I was right, that little bit of floral fabric was the only thing containing her magnificent breasts! I had to shift my position a little, as the realization had left me with an uncomfortably large lump in my tight jeans.

I lost no time in bringing my hands up to caress her breasts, exploring their proportions through the sundress before I moved on to lightly pinching her thick nipples. From the moans that escaped her mouth past our dancing tongues, Hannah seemed to be enjoying the breast play almost as much as I was. Before I realized it, she had unbuttoned the top half of my shirt and was stimulating my tiny nipples while I played with her large ones.

Much as my mouth hated leaving her lips, I moved down her voluptuous body until I was sucking on her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress, spurred on by Hannah’s sexy moans of encouragement. My hands moved up to Hannah’s bare shoulders, and as I found the straps of the dress she shrugged, causing Esenyurt Escort bayan them to slip down her arms. Hannah pulled her arms free, leaving the top of the dress just clinging to her breasts. Since my mouth was already in the vicinity, I grabbed the fabric with my teeth and pulled the dress down to her waist.

For a moment I just stared in awe. Not only were these the first female breasts I’d seen up close, I had a feeling I should savor the moment as these might be the best I’d ever see. Her breasts were large (I have no idea how bra sizes work, so I can’t say how large), but the mounds jutted out from her chest rather than sagging, amazingly firm for their size. Capping these expanses of flesh were two light brown areola, each the size of a small saucer. These were topped by matching nipples that looked almost as thick as my little finger and hard enough to cut glass. I stared for just a second, trying to memorize the gorgeous sight, then plastered my mouth on her left breast, sucking in her nipple like a vacuum.

The next several minutes were spent with my mouth on one of her oversized breasts or the other, licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow. Meanwhile my hands were occupied running up and down her chest. Hannah too, was busy exploring my toned chest with her hands. She had my shirt off and tossed next to us on the couch, without my mouth leaving her chest.

When Hannah lightly pushed me away, I thought I had gone too far. Instead she positioned me seated on the couch, then perched herself in my lap, facing me. The sundress slid up Hannah’s thick thighs, and I knew there was no way to hide the bulge in my jeans pressing on her bare legs. She leaned forward and licked and nipped at my chest, then concentrated on my nipples until I could hardly stand the intense sensation. To distract myself I began massaging her upper thighs, starting at her knees and moving a little bit higher each time. Soon I was slipping my hand further under her dress with each stroke. I was surprised that Hannah made no move to stop my fingers, but she seemed happily distracted exploring my chest with her hands and mouth.

When my hands under her dress reached what I guessed was the top of Hannah’s legs, I was surprised that I ran into no obstacles beneath her dress. I explored the expanse of the side of her ass, my hand burrowing under her to capture a handful of an ass that had been the feature of many of my fantasies. I cautiously moved my other hand toward her center, and felt nothing but a thin silk thong, a fine sprinkling of hair, and heat, as my fingers wandered over the spot where her legs came together. I realized that not only had Hannah not been wearing a bra, but she apparently didn’t mind my exploration of her muff.

Hannah raised her head to look at me, smiling at my astonishment. I was blown away, I was touching my first pussy, and she seemed to want me to as much as I did! I stopped for a second to enjoy the idea, then my hand slipped under her thong and moved across her cleft. With the angle of my arm I could really only use my thumb as I caressed her outer lips, feeling a hint of the moisture and heat within. I ran my thumb along the seam of Hannah’s pussy until it slipped in slightly, and the moan she let slip was all the encouragement I needed. One hand was busy kneading her ass-cheeks, while the other thumb traced the split of her outer lips. Her pussy began to open up, and my finger slid along the seam more easily as I explored the inner lips that began to surface.

At this point my hand under her ass was feeling squeezed, so I slipped it out and used it to grab one of her gorgeous tits and return it to my mouth. Hannah adjusted her position in my lap so that she could stroke my penis through my jeans. I think my dick was harder than it had ever been! The new angle meant I was easily able to slip a finger into her moistness, and I was amazed at how great her pussy felt. The thought that my dick might enjoy that superb feeling was almost enough to make me come right then.

I reluctantly gave up my mouthful of nipple and kissed my way up my neck to her ear. “Maybe we should move to the bedroom,” I whispered.

“Not quite yet,” she said with a smirk. She removed my hand from her pussy, raised herself off my lap and stood up. “But I’ll bet you need to get those jeans off.” Hannah kneeled down on the carpet in front of the couch, then began to undo my belt. The button and zipper of my jeans followed, then a quick tug and I was down to my tenting boxers. Hannah leaned close and rolled my underwear down several inches until the hardest hard-on of my life sprung out. She jumped back a little in surprise. “That’s quite a nice package you’re working with,” she exclaimed with delight. I’ve never thought of myself as that large, but that night I certainly felt huge.

Hannah grabbed my stiff member with both hands, and leaned down to give the tip a kiss. She moved down and used her tongue to coat Escort esenyurt my rod with saliva. Looking up at me, she slipped the head into her mouth, then circled it with her talented tongue for several seconds. It was the first time my hard cock had been touched by anything but my own hands, and I was in heaven!

Her lips released my cock head, and she kissed her way down to my balls, Since it was my first time, I was worried that I would bust a nut too soon, and I think Hannah sensed that.

She sat up. “You know,” she said with a grin, “I really love the taste of penis, but not the taste of cum.” Hannah stood up, kicking off her sandals and slipping the sundress up and over her head. With those amazing breasts, and wearing only a lacy thong, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Don’t you move,” she ordered. “I’ll be right back.” She headed down the hall. I watched her gorgeous ass swallow the thong until she disappeared into the bedroom.

Hannah reappeared quickly with a bottle of baby oil, and again knelt in front of me. She removed my shoes and socks, then yanked my jeans and boxers off, tossing them on the couch. As I lay back in ecstasy, she leaned forward and drooled saliva onto my stiff cock, then dripped baby oil onto her huge breasts. She held them up, so the oil seeped into her cleavage, then she slipped them down around my erection like a hug. My dick was almost lost in her mountainous breasts. As she moved up and down, the head would peek out, then disappear again. I just lay back, enjoying the view and the feeling of those huge boobs encompassing my rod. I knew those breasts would be starring in my fantasies forever.

After several minutes of this pleasure, Hannah stopped and grabbed more baby oil. She filled her hands, then used it to coat my cock and balls. One hand tenderly explored my nut-sack, while the other wrapped around my length and began an up-and-down motion. Hannah seemed fascinated with my cock’s reaction as she wanked me, speeding up the motion as I approached climax.

“Go ahead,” she urged, as she tightened her grip on my balls and slowed her up-and-down movement. Looking down at her handling my meat over the background of her beautiful breasts put me over the edge. The first shot of cum spurted out all over those amazing boobs, spattering their expanse with my sticky fluid. Several more spasms of spunk oozed over and down her hand, dripping onto her breasts as well.

Hannah released me and stood up, rubbing my semen into her stiff nipples. “Well, you’ve certainly made a mess of me,” she said. She pulled down her thong and stepped out of it.

I stared in awe at the first pussy I had seen up close. Trimmed dark hair surrounded Hannah’s labia. Her lips were red and slightly swollen around her slit, parted enough that I could see a shine of moisture and hints of the treasure within. She moved a hand to her muff, and slipped a finger inside. She held the finger up to my face, coated in her juices. “See what else you did to me,” she said with a laugh.

Hannah looked down at her chest, shiny with my drying spunk. “I think I need a shower,” she said with a wink, “How about you?” She grabbed my hand to pull me up and led me towards the bathroom. Her small apartment had an even smaller shower, but I didn’t complain as we squeezed in together.

Soaping each other down was an event I knew would stay in my memory forever. While she scrubbed my shoulder and chest, I spent considerable time making sure her great boobs were free of my spunk (though I hoped to put more on them in the near future). While Hannah rinsed her hair (I guess I had gotten a little cum there as well) she turned around, offering her outstanding ass. I gladly explored it with a washcloth, reveling in the feeling of the firm globes I had watched walk away numerous times. After several minutes she spun around to kiss me, grabbing my growing cock with a soapy hand. She washed it tenderly, then began jerking it slowly as our tongues danced together.

I ran my hand down Hannah’s hip, then moved inward to get my first feel of a bare pussy as she continued to stroke me to stiffness. Beneath the sparse hair I felt her silky lips, slightly swollen. I instinctively ran a finger up and down her cleft, and was astonished as it was sucked inside her moist opening. Her sharp intake of breath and the moan that followed was all the encouragement I needed. As the rest of my hand stroked her mound, my finger explored, enjoying the warm, wet walls that enveloped it.

When my finger reached the top of her slit it ran into a bump that seemed alive. My mouth reluctantly left hers. “Is that your clit?” I whispered in awe at the whole situation. I leaned down and kissed her on the neck as she moaned.

“That’s right, this is your first time, isn’t it?” Hannah said in a throaty whisper. “Maybe it’s time for your first lesson. But it’s a little tight in here”.

We finished rinsing off quickly, my eyes never leaving her luscious body. We stepped out into the bathroom and I openly stared at the sexy sight of her toweling off. Then the act of Hannah drying me off finished the job of bringing my cock back to full attention. “Follow me,” she giggled, grabbing my stiff rod and using it to lead me into her bedroom.

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After lights out on the first night of my last year at Pipestone Lake Bible Camp, I stared up at the bunk mattress above me, listening to the crickets outside and the whispered giggles of my girlfriends in the cabin. I felt a little silly still going to my childhood bible camp at the age of 18, but at the same time it was so hard to let go. I didn’t feel ready to be out in the world, yet, and college was only a few weeks away. Pam, the camp counselor reminded us again that there was no talking after lights out, and the giggling eventually died out. This year was our wistful goodbye to the camp of our childhood and our excitement, fueled by years of fun memories and many joyful summers, made it difficult to sleep. We were good girls at heart, though, and did our best to comply. The snickers were gradually replaced by heavy sleepy breathing and the occasional soft snore. My mind drifted on the night, almost asleep, when a slight squeak and a click quickly brought me back. Counselor Pam had left our cabin through the back door. Curious, and no longer sleepy, I followed her out of the cabin, through the woods, to the chapel where we attended church services twice every day.

From the light outside the pole-barn style chapel, I saw that Dan, one of the boys’ counselors, was waiting for her there. I wondered if they were planning some kind of camp event together, but then my face warmed because it soon became obvious that they were flirting with each other. As they talked, Dan leaned down and kissed Pam’s upturned lips. His arms went around her and their kissing turned into wet kissing. I could see their tongues touching and going into each other’s mouths. Dan’s hand moved up to Pam’s breast and squeezed it and I squirmed and looked away, uncomfortable. This was something I shouldn’t allow myself to see. It might lead me into temptation, or make me think that things that were wrong were somehow acceptable. I couldn’t let my eyes lead me into sin. I decided to leave, but what I saw next shocked me into stillness: Pam suddenly went to her knees and unzipped Dan’s shorts. Kissing was one thing, and at bible camp, even that one thing wasn’t good, but this was something else entirely. Dan’s penis popped out of his shorts and hit her on the cheek, making me gasp and flinch. I couldn’t believe she actually let it touch her face like that, and she didn’t even wipe her cheek. She just smiled up at him and took it in both her hands, rubbing it up and down.

Dan bent his knees a little, pushing his hips forward and leaning against the chapel wall, and staring at Pam’s face like he couldn’t believe she was real. His penis got even bigger as she rubbed it again and again. Dan’s hips were swaying along with her motions, moving like he was a puppet on a string. He put his fingers into her hair and then I gasped, because then he took his penis and rubbed it around her wet lips and pushed the thick tip inside her mouth. Pam opened her mouth wide and sucked on it, moving it in even deeper. Dan’s eyes closed and he leaned his head back, resting it on the wall, a low groan coming out of his mouth.

I stayed crouched in the woods nearby watching, terrified I’d be caught out of bed, but also shocked, embarrassed, and to my horror, aroused. Though we were eighteen, the campers weren’t even allowed to be alone anywhere together, much less kiss, and here our pious camp counselors were doing… this. This was exactly what they told us we should never do, touching each other and doing sexual things outside of a holy marriage. They said it was especially shameful for the girls because it would cheapen us, ruining our hearts for the one man God had chosen for us to marry. That was what they said, but I knew Pam and Dan weren’t married. They weren’t even that much older than I was, and yet there they were.

Pam leaned up and held onto Dan’s hips, and the wet noises he made going in and out of her mouth got faster. Dan put his other hand in her hair, too, and began pumping his hips against her face. Pam sounded like she was almost choking as he did it, a “gluk, gluk, gluk, gluk, gluk” noise coming out of her, adding to the slurping sounds filling the night. Dan’s breath quickened, turning into breathy grunts increasing in pitch, until he hissed and he made a sound like a dying bird through his clenched teeth. His hips were shaking and twitching and then my breath stopped, seeing that he had pulled Pam’s face all the way to his hips in his clenched hands.

Startled out of my trance, I turned to run back to the cabin, but smacked into someone who had also been watching them, standing just behind me. I almost screamed in surprise, but he put his hand over my mouth, his other arm steadying me so that I didn’t fall. I recognized him as one of the boys from the camp. He stood barefoot in his pajamas like me, tall and skinny, his dark hair longer than the country boys wore theirs, styled in a way that looked almost like Elvis. I didn’t know his name. I guessed he had trouble sleeping, Esenyurt Escort too. He put a finger to his lips, and his eyes were kind, pleading for my silence. I swallowed and nodded, and he dropped his hand from my mouth. We stood breathless, staring at each other in awkward silence, strangers bound in a pact of secrecy. Wordlessly, we parted, racing back to our cabins before our counselors could get back and lock us out upon returning from their chapel meeting.

The next morning, Pam woke us for breakfast and morning chapel. Twelve girls crowded into the bathroom, negotiating the use of 2 power outlets between us, as we did our hair and makeup. I snuck looks at Pam while using my corner of the mirror. She looked bright-eyed and happy, as usual.

As I waited for breakfast with my girlfriends, holding my tray, I noticed the tall boy from last night joining the line with a friend. Everything about him seemed elongated and gangly, like an adolescent giraffe. He smiled and laughed easily with his friend, who then nudged him and nodded toward me, obviously drawing his attention to the girl who was staring at him. I immediately blushed and looked at the floor, returning my attention to the line.

I and most of the girls from my cabin sat down at a table together, some of the boys mixing in, taking advantage of the precious few moments we were allowed to mix with the other sex. The tall boy and his friend sat down at the empty space on the other side of the table from me. I looked down at my tray, certain I wouldn’t be able to swallow a bite. “Oh my gosh, Melanie! You’re absolutely covered with mosquito bites! You must taste good!” Lisa said, laughing shrilly as she pulled my arm out over the table, drawing everyone’s attention to the red spots all over my arms, neck and face.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” announced the tall boy’s friend, “My boy Kurt, here’s, got it even worse,” he said, pulling Kurt’s arm out and comparing his bites with mine. Our arms brushed and I glanced up at him, surprised to see that he was blushing, too. Neither of us had noticed the mosquitoes eating us alive last night. “Kurt’s a city boy, though. Nice thin skin for our country skeeters. I’m Paul Peterson, this is my cousin Kurt Wyman. Where are you lovely ladies from?” he asked, prompting my girlfriends to giggle, flirt and talk about our rural Minnesota town, as Kurt and I pulled our arms back, furtively looking at each other.

After breakfast, we all walked to chapel together, Kurt slowing his long legs to keep pace near me, and Paul talking up all the girls about which extracurricular activities we would be choosing. “What are you signing up for, Melanie?” Kurt asked quietly, holding open the door to the chapel for the group.

“Um… music and archery probably. I mostly just wait for the swimming,” I said with a smile, forcing myself to look up at his face for more than two seconds.

“Me too,” he said, our arms brushing again as we entered the chapel.

Paul shepherded Kurt and I into the same pew, as he kept chatting up the others. I could feel my girlfriends’ curious and scandalized looks when Kurt and I sat down together, hating how self-conscious it made me feel. We sat next to each other through the service, the Pastor teaching us about our responsibilities to seek righteousness and avoid even the appearance of sin. Those who truly loved God, would surely delight in pleasing Him, and not in the things of this world. We were saved by God’s grace and forgiveness, but apparently, we weren’t supposed to need those things after being saved, I thought. I felt Kurt’s hand brush mine, and my eyes flicked up to his, wondering if he was trying to hold my hand, but he wasn’t. He was watching the Pastor, as straight faced as a monk. Embarrassed at my thoughts, I turned my attention back to the sermon, but then Kurt’s hand actually took mine and, holding it low, pointed my finger at something. I looked in the direction it pointed and saw Dan staring at Pam who was moving a sucker around her wet lips absentmindedly, then sucking it into her mouth. I gasped silently and then I felt Kurt’s body jiggling next to me, laughing at my surprise. Our hands stayed close, touching but not holding, for the rest of the chapel service.

After chapel, Pam led our cabin in a morning devotional lesson on what we could do to remain pure in a sinful world. It was the standard list of things that good girls didn’t do, but some of the finer points got a bit contentious. Could good girls wear makeup? At what age did good girls go on dates? Was it sinful if our nipple bumps showed through our shirts, or did we have to use padded cups on bras to be pure? One girl said that her mother even put bandaids over her nipples when they went to church, just to be sure there were no accidents, so invisible nipples were apparently very important to purity. Panty lines were also a problem because they might tempt the boys to think too much about impure things, so it Esenyurt Escort bayan was important to wear modest underwear that covered the entire bottom. “What are you thinking about, Melanie?” Pam asked, looking at me and smiling with the lips that were wrapped around Dan’s penis last night.

“I guess I was just wondering if the boys were getting advice on what kind of underwear they needed to be pure…” I said. Pam smiled dazzlingly and my girlfriends laughed. We all knew they weren’t getting any such advice, because if for nothing else in life, the responsibility of preserving purity was on the girls.

In the afternoon, our entire cabin changed into our modest one-piece swim suits with padded bra cups, covered ourselves in our towels and t-shirts and walked to Pipestone Lake. After demonstrating our swimming abilities for the lifeguard, we were allowed to freely roam outside the shallow areas reserved for the non-swimmers.

The cool lake water felt like heaven after a sweltering day, swirling around our bodies as we relaxed and showed off for each other. I was floating on my back, my breasts and the slight rise of my belly above the surface of the water, when I felt a slight tickle on the bottom of my foot. I wiggled it, scaring away whatever curious sunfish was brushing against me before it decided to take a nibble. Then, I felt something tickle the back of my knee and I turned myself vertical in the water, looking around. My girlfriends were screaming and having a splash fight, and on my other side two boys were talking. The boy with his back to me was slim with squared shoulders and when he moved to the side, I saw that the other boy was Paul. I watched as Kurt slowly turned in the water, showing a mischievous grin lit his face and then melted away before he turned back to his cousin. The darkness of the lake water had hidden his tickling touch from his cousin’s view. Feeling daring, I lay on my back in the water again, floating as I had been before. The tickling fish returned, brushing the bare skin of my arm, my ankle, my shoulders, and down the line of my back. Suddenly feeling scared that I had allowed too much, I flipped in the water, swimming quickly to shore and returned to my cabin alone.

That night, I didn’t sit with Kurt in chapel. I took a seat near the front, far from where he sat with Paul in the back. I didn’t turn my head to see if he was looking at me. I paid attention to the sermon like a good girl. A good girl wouldn’t have allowed Kurt to touch her bare skin under the surface of the lake. A good girl wouldn’t have enjoyed it. During the sermon, a bat somehow got into the chapel, making the girls scream and some of the guys, too. The pastor tried to calm us as the staff tried to get it out, warning us that Satan only wanted to distract us from the message. Yeah, too late. Satan had already distracted me, I thought.

That night, I stared unblinkingly at the bunk above mine, listening to the crickets, the breathing and the snores. The feel of Kurt secretly touching my body in the cool water was replaying itself in my mind again and again. My body was tense with a twisting restlessness that just wouldn’t leave me alone. Sleep was impossible. A squeak and a click told me that Counselor Pam was sneaking out again. Sneaking out to touch and be touched. Good girls didn’t want to be touched. I was starting to doubt that I was a good girl. I followed her.

I hid in the woods behind the chapel, watching Pam and Dan kissing and touching. Dan lifted her shirt and then her bra, exposing her round full breasts. Bending down, he began licking them, flicking his tongue on her nipples, and nibbling them with his lips. I imagined how it would feel to have Kurt kissing and sucking on my breasts and a slight sound escaped my mouth. I gasped in surprise as a hand came from behind me and covered my lips. I turned to see Kurt smiling down at me. He put a finger to his lips and looked at me questioningly. I bit my lips and shook my head slightly. I knew I couldn’t stay silent. Kurt nodded, still smiling, and turned my head back to Pam and Dan, his hand still covering my mouth. Now, biting and tugging on her nipples with his teeth, Dan lifted Pam, pressed her against the chapel wall, put his hand under her skirt and began rubbing under her panties. Pam was getting more and more excited, curving a leg around his hips and moaning. “Have you ever done that?” Kurt whispered in my ear. Breathing hard, I swallowed and shook my head. “It’s amazing…” he murmured.

Dan let Pam slide to the ground again and got down on his knees, pushing her skirt up, still rubbing under her panties with his fingers. Pam was pinching and twisting her own nipples, now, groaning in pleasure. Dan started sliding her panties down her thighs and I gasped, making Kurt laugh quietly. Once he had taken her panties off, Dan stuffed them into her mouth, lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and put his face between her legs, licking Escort esenyurt and sucking her. I turned wide-eyed to Kurt who was still watching them, “Oh… I would do that… just look at what it’s doing to her… I would totally do that for a girl,” he breathed. Pam’s head was tossing from side to side, her hips bucking, her panties muffling her cries. It looked like Dan was shoving his fingers into her again and again while he licked and sucked between her legs. Suddenly, she stiffened like she was almost in pain, and then after a long while she melted against him and became loose again. I looked at Kurt, almost alarmed, he glanced at me and seemed confused by my expression. “She came,” he whispered. “Haven’t you ever done that with a guy… or, you know… yourself?” Feeling foolish and naïve, I shook my head and looked away. He turned me by my shoulders to face him, his eyes still kind, and smiled. “Hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of… just um… you touch yourself down there, especially that little thing on top of… well… um… can I just show you? No funny stuff, I swear. I just want to show you so that you know what I’m talking about, okay?” Blushing, I nodded.

Kurt tentatively raised my night shirt, took my hand in his and pressed it against my belly. “Okay, I’m going to go under your panties now, all right?” I nodded. I felt my hand wrapped in his, slipping under the waistband and going down to my pubic hair. I shivered when I felt him using mine to feel around, looking for whatever he wanted. “It’s all right, I just need to find it. Oh wow, you’re really wet…” he said, appreciatively. Then, our fingers touched a place that made it feel like electricity was running through my body. “There it is. Right there. Now, just rub it like this,” he whispered, moving my fingers, “and just do it until you feel something explode and go through your body, and inside you it will squeeze and squeeze and squeeze until it’s done.”

He kept my fingers rubbing as he talked and it felt like I was falling apart and twisting in knots at the same time. Then, before I wanted him to, he slipped his fingers out of my panties, put them in his mouth, and sucked on them. “You try it,” he prompted, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. He watched me, still sucking on his fingers, his eyes glowing.

He walked behind me and put his arms around me, “Okay, now keep rubbing it like I did,” he whispered in my ear. I could feel his warm breath in my hair, his chest rising and falling against my back with each breath. “Go a little faster as you get more excited… that’s it,” he whispered, and I began to squirm against him, rubbing myself. “That’s it… oh, man you’re so beautiful right now… you feel it coming don’t you?” I began panting and making noises I didn’t know I could make, as the feelings in my body built higher and higher. Kurt put his hand gently over my mouth again, muffling the sounds coming out of me. “I could listen to that all night, but keep it up and you’re gonna get us caught, sweetheart,” he laughed. My hips began bucking just like Pam’s had and my body went rigid, sensation exploding through me and all by itself something deep inside me clenched and clenched and clenched again. I shook with release, Kurt holding me tightly against him whispering encouragements in my ear. After it passed, Kurt held me, supporting me, while I trembled, gasping for air and feeling strangely weak. Before my self-consciousness could come roaring back, he turned me around, his eyes alive, and whispered “now, was that the best thing ever or what?”

Still feeling lingering thrills of sensation all over my body, I nodded weakly. “It was… thank you…” I said, not knowing what else to say.

Kurt held me closer until he noticed that Pam and Dan were getting dressed again, “Looks like we’ve got to go, but man, I’m going to be awake all night long, just thinking about this,” he said, smiling down at me. Then, looking unsure, he swallowed “You’re not… you’re not going to avoid me again tomorrow, are you? Please don’t. We only have a few more days together, you know?” he said, quietly, squeezing my hands.

I squeezed his hands back. “I… I won’t avoid you. I’m sorry. I got shy. My friends always tease and embarrass me when I meet someone nice, and then I just want to hide, but I don’t want to miss any time with you, either,” I said, smiling back at him.

We spent every moment of those last days together that we could. Laughing at Paul’s outrageous flirting during meals, swimming and touching each other under the permissive veil of the lake water, and sitting together in chapel, morning and evening, with the sides of our legs brushing lightly against each other.

At the final night’s campfire when Kurt and I were huddled together under his jacket, the counselors separated us, having finally noticed how dangerously close we had become. Kurt sat across the fire watching me, while Pam led us in singing gospel songs while Dan accompanied on the guitar. I watched as a mischievous look came across his face when he intentionally caught my eye. He looked from Dan, to Pam, and then nodded to the chapel, and raised his eyebrows to me in question. I bit my lips and nodded, smiling. There was no way I would be missing our last night together.

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