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Freshman Year Roommate, Part 15

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The end of the semester came, and we were ready. We’d signed the lease for our new place, and we were excited to get going. But first, we needed to go visit John’s family. To say I was nervous would be an understatement!

Before we left, we moved our stuff to the new apartment. The dorm furniture belonged to the school, so we really didn’t have a whole lot to move. We got it done in one trip. When we got back from seeing John’s family, we’d have to figure out furniture, but we had a plan. Being in a college town, the local Goodwill store did a huge business in students’ used furniture. We could get most of what we needed there, except for a bed (or, at least, a mattress, since that needed to be new!).

I touched base with my parents and told them our plans. I think they were disappointed that we weren’t heading their way, but they understood.

It seemed like John’s family was a little confused by my presence. Who goes on summer break with his roommate? Aren’t college roommates supposed to finish the year anxious to get away from each other? At least for a while? Well, we got there, and his family was nice enough. They had a welcome home cookout planned in their back yard. We all sat around and chatted. They seemed like nice folks.

His dad asked if I was ROTC, too. I said, “No, sir, I leave that to John!” They smiled and asked what I was studying. I told them I was taking a wide array of courses, with a focus on history. I was asked what I planned to do with that when I was done. I said I wasn’t sure, but maybe law school. John added, “Jess is into fighting the good fight and tilting at windmills.” Everyone chuckled. “Sounds pretty noble,” his mom said. “Thank you, I hope so,” I responded.

Then his dad said, “So what are you doing here, Jess? Don’t you want to see your own family?”

Okay then.

John said, “Nice. Very welcoming, dad!”

“No. Sorry. I don’t mean it that way. It’s just… unusual, isn’t it?”

I said, “We wanted to travel together.”

His dad added, “Okay, not really clearing things up for me. I’m sure your parents miss you.”

I said, “Yes, sir, they do.”

And then it happened, as I knew it would. John said, “We’re a couple, and we love each other.”

I’d say I learned right then what the phrase “landed with a thud” means. No one blew up, but his dad looked… less than thrilled. His mom… oh, jeez, his mom started crying.

John looked as rattled as I think I’d ever seen him. “Mom, dad, it’s okay. Jess makes me happy.”

His dad seemed to get his thoughts together and said, “How do you know this isn’t just a college thing? A phase?”

John said, “Uh, dad, I know what the alternatives are. It’s not some experiment or something. It just took me time to realize what I wanted and how special Jess is. And mom, please, it’s a good thing. I’m in love. Could you please stop crying?”

She said, “I’m sorry, hon. I love you, but you’re not going to know the joy of children. That’s the best thing in my life, and I want it for you.”

Well, that was an interesting take.

John asked, “How can you say that? One thing has nothing to do with the other. We might want children when the time is right.”

Okay, we’d never really explored that topic. This was going in all kinds of interesting directions.

I was tempted to tell her we were trying every day, but thankfully I found the good sense to keep my smartass mouth shut for once.

His mom gathered herself, and they said that they’d need some time to process everything. That seemed fair enough. We’d been spoiled by my family rolling with it, but in fairness, his family had witnessed their straight teen stud over the years without any hint of his liking guys, whereas my family was just waiting for their gay boy to come out.

After a while, general conversation seemed to come back online. And then John’s mom turned to his dad and quietly said, “Just like your brother.” His dad nodded.

John looked floored. “Uncle Alex?”

His dad said, “You never knew?”

John shook his head.

His dad added, “Why do you think he got divorced?”

“I just thought he got divorced just like anyone else does.”

“And got a studio apartment in West Hollywood and never brought a girlfriend to any family function?”

John just shrugged.

His dad smiled. “You’ll have to give me some time to process this news, but no, you’re not the first in the family.”

Interesting. And we kept eating, but things were quieter.

Finally, his dad said, “Jess, I can’t say you’re what we expected, especially since we spent his high school years hoping John didn’t make us accidental grandparents before he ever got to college…”

“Dad!” and I think I saw John blushing.

“But,” his dad continued, “if you matter this much to John, you’re welcome in this home.”

I felt such relief. I realized it wasn’t the kind of welcome my parents gave John, but it wasn’t bad, Anadolu Yakası Escort either. I said, “Thank you, sir. And I know this is a lot to take in, but John really does mean the world to me.”

He and John’s mom both nodded a little, and that was it for then.

Okay, that certainly could have been worse.

The rest of the meal passed in relative quiet, which wasn’t perfect, but again, it could have been worse.

We all went and settled into the living room and watched some TV together. As we talked, we discussed our plan to study year-round. His mom and dad still were absorbing the situation, but they weren’t dumb by any means. It seemed clear they realized we wanted to be together more than we wanted to get a leg up on our studies. Even so, they weren’t standing in our way.

When bedtime came, things felt more subdued than at my parents’ house. We headed up, and John showed me to his room. We hadn’t even discussed sleeping arrangements this time. John and I just went with it. I don’t know if John’s parents thought one of us would sleep on the floor, but we just didn’t discuss it.

Thankfully, his bed actually was a little bigger than mine back home. I’ve never been good at judging one of these against another, but I think maybe my old bed was twin size and his was full? Not huge, but noticeably larger. We stripped off our clothes and got into bed. I had my usually reaction to being naked with him… I immediately got hard. He kissed me and said, “I know we weren’t exactly tame when we visited your folks, but would you mind if we take it easy here? I think mom and dad are having some trouble with this, and the last thing they need is to hear us having sex.”

I smiled. “Of course, hon, but didn’t your mom want us to make babies?”

He smiled back. “Stop it, you troublemaker!” And he kissed me. “We’ll make up for it when we christen our new apartment.”

I gave a little growl and kissed him again. Then I turned around and backed up against him, as he wrapped his arms around me. Even though we’d agreed to behave there, he was hard and it wasn’t easy to ignore that big dick against me. For that matter, behaving when wrapped in the arms of a man who turned me on just by being there, and feeling his muscular chest against my back, didn’t make it easy, but we behaved.

The next day, his parents were very nice. His siblings weren’t around, so it was just the four of us. We all had breakfast, and then John said he had set something up so I could meet his two best friends from high school. He wasn’t out to them, so it was a little awkward at first, with some possibility of it getting even more awkward later once he explained why his “roommate” was traveling with him.

These guys apparently lifeguarded with him and were friends beyond that. We all chatted for a bit, and then John said, “So I have something to share.” They were riveted. John began, “Jess isn’t just my roommate.” Oh, they really were listening now. “He’s my boyfriend.”

With that, his friend Scott jumped up. “What the fuck, man? Seriously? Damn!” This wasn’t what I was hoping for.

John said calmly, “Scott, would you please calm down?”

“No, this just isn’t right.”

John said, “Hey, Scott, take it easy! This doesn’t change anything.”

“The hell it doesn’t. All the years I’ve known you, and this is the first time you mention this? You ever think maybe I want a shot at that fine ass of yours?”

There was about a split second of silence, and we all burst out laughing, the way that happens only with the release of tension.

Then Scott said, “Okay, I admit, I never saw this coming, considering what a pussy hound you always were, but hey, as long as you’re happy! And more pussy for me!” Then he stuck his tongue out at John.

We all laughed some more. His friend Phil also said that it didn’t change anything. Our good luck was holding up. Or maybe it wasn’t entirely luck. Maybe it also counted that John surrounded himself with good people.

Then Scott went up to John and grabbed him in a big hug. “You’re still my friend and always will be. What do I care who you like that way?”

And then he ran his hands down and grabbed John’s butt. “You know, that is a hot ass. Damn, what did I miss?”

John pushed him away, laughing, and said, “And who said you’d get to top?”

“Whoa! Okay, stud, I guess we’d need to talk.”

Then Scott looked over at me and said, “You know you bagged a catch, right? I might like girls, but my buddy is a hell of a good man!”

I smiled, “Oh yeah, I know!”

“He’s pretty hot, too!”

And everyone laughed again.

John said, “Welcome to my crazy friends!”

For life in general, I wasn’t letting my guard down. Maybe I wouldn’t try to kiss John on a public street, since I knew the homophobes still were out there, but I also knew that I was fortunate on a number of levels.

We went to grab a bite together, and the guys shared stories of their high school days. Then we went Kurtköy Escort to hang out at Scott’s house. That gave us the opportunity to have a few drinks, since no one was going to serve us alcohol at the restaurant we hit. As we talked, hours passed. We had a great time, and I really got to appreciate what John saw in these guys. I felt sure we’d see more of them in the future.

But this was a relatively short visit, so we couldn’t hang out too long. As we got ready to go, Scott and Phil gave both of us hugs. They both were nice, but Scott definitely was the more outgoing of the two. As he gave me a big hug, he said, “It’s been awesome meeting you, Jess! You’re always welcome around here. Any boyfriend of John’s is a… Wait. Okay, that wasn’t coming out right.” And he had this big shit-eating grin. I loved his sense of humor!

I couldn’t leave it be. I turned to John and said, “You know, they are pretty hot.”

He pretended to be offended. “Hey, now wait a minute!” and we all laughed again.

With that, we went back to his folks’ house.

We had a few more days to spend there, but he wanted that to be mostly family time and that seemed right. We actually had more time before our classes started for the summer session, but we wanted to buy furniture, move everything in, and get our apartment fully set up before we had to worry about schoolwork. And yeah, not that it necessarily was part of the plan before we flew here, but it now was clear that we needed to get back there, so we could get the time together that we really needed.

The rest of our time in Texas crawled by. John helped his dad with a lot of tasks around the house. Some repairs, setting up a new speaker set for their TV and other things like that. I helped, too, where I could, but I also got a chance to talk to his mom while they were working on things without me. She was a nice lady, and it was clear we surprised her with our news. I figured it would take time for her to really adjust, but she’d get there. And I made sure to be the good boyfriend, helping her with stuff she was working on, including preparing dinner, flipping things from how I saw John make a good impression at my parents’ place.

Finally, the time came, and we had to catch our flight back. Both John’s parents drove us to the airport. As they dropped us at the curb, I got a handshake from his dad and a hug from his mom. They told us to be good–doubtful!–and do well in school. They added that we should let them know if we needed anything.

As our plane got ready to take off, I noticed an older straight couple across the aisle from us. When we were at the end of the runway, he took her hand in his, and I thought that was a wonderful thing to do. Neither of us was afraid of flying, but every takeoff has its risks–and promise of good, new things to come–so that gesture really seemed right to me. And with that, I took John’s hand in mine. He looked over at me, surprised by that, but he gripped my hand tightly. That was the start of something that has become what we’ve done on every flight ever since.

When we landed, we headed to the apartment and realized we might have a small flaw in our plans. It was late in the day. Most places were closed. We’d moved into our new place, but we were going to sleep on… what? Well, damn.

You may be thinking, hey, they’re college kids, they can sleep on the floor. Well, better back then than in later years, but it still wasn’t going to be comfortable. The floors looked nice. They were polished wood, but that didn’t make them comfortable. Also, when the apartments turned over, the management had the floors stripped and refinished. That was good care, but it left a residual smell I wasn’t anxious to deal with at close range. Still, what choice did we have?

I said, “Okay, first thing tomorrow, we go get a mattress! Even if they don’t have a frame to put it on and we have to put it on the floor, let’s just get one.”

John said, “That makes sense. So where?”

“I already have that much scoped out. There’s a mattress store less than half a mile from here.”

“Cool! And how do we haul it home?”

I smiled. “On our heads!”

He shrugged. “Okay!”

I figured my studly soldier-in-training wouldn’t care about that, even if we’d look a little odd doing it. They’d already sent him on plenty of hikes carrying heavy stuff. So what’s a mattress?

But for that first night, it wasn’t going to be cozy!

I had an idea. I unpacked a bunch of our clothes and grabbed some that didn’t seem like they’d be too bad off if they were bedding for a night. T-shirts and stuff like that. Between us, we had a lot, but they still made for a thin mattress!

When bedtime came, we shut the lights and did our best to curl up and get comfy. After a bit of cuddling and turning around to try to get comfy, John groaned, “This is never going to work.” I said, “Hon, let’s just make the best of it for one night.” He replied, “Yeah, but there’s just no way. I mean, Pendik Escort how am I supposed to get comfortable when there’s no give.” I felt for him, but still, “Yeah, I know, it’s a floor.”

“Exactly!” he said, “And this is painful on it!” and he rolled over to display that magnificent dick, now pointing at the ceiling. “I mean, if someone could help so it wasn’t so hard anymore, then I might be able to relax here.” Oh my, that dick and the lascivious look on his face. If I weren’t already in a constant state of lust when I was with him, that would do it!

I kissed him and didn’t even do my usual tour down his long, muscular frame. I just went right down to that big dick and start sucking as he moaned. Then I stopped and said, “but really, if we’re going to rest properly, that won’t do. Be right back!” and headed towards the bathroom.

He said, “Having a not-so-fresh feeling?”

“Are you saying I shouldn’t go clean up?”

He held his hands out, palms facing me, in a gesture of surrender. “No, no, hon. You go ahead!”

“Good thing you’re so fucking sexy, or I might have to spank you.”

“Oooh, kinky! Would you?”

I chuckled. “One sexual adventure at a time, big guy!”

“Why?”

“Be right back!” and I continued to the bathroom, with a stop at one of the bags on the way to get what I needed.

John just stayed where he was. And a little while later–because it takes a little time to make sure you’re ready–I went back to our makeshift bedroom. With the bit of evening light coming in from the windows (remember, we had no blinds yet), I could see all I needed to. He was semi-hard even after the time that had passed, and then he did all that I could want from the man I loved. He looked at me as I walked back in, and I saw his dick instantly stand back up, completely hard. I looked right at it, smiled, and said, “I love you, too!”

After all our time together, I also had a sense of how ready I was. So I walked over to him and without so much as a kiss, I grabbed the lube, put a generous amount on him, squatted right over that big dick and lowered myself onto it, with an, “Oh, fuck, that’s so good!” Followed by “Best dick ever!”

He groaned and pushed up a little to make sure he was as deep in me as he could be. As he did, John said, “In its favorite place ever!” Then added, “Can you lift up a little?” I lifted a few inches off him, and he thrust up into me, hard and fast, my athletic man lifting his body up with each thrust into me.

I practically saw stars, as his dick slammed my boy-spot. Holy fuck, this was amazing! “Oh, John! Oh, fuck! Baby, this is amazing!”

He smiled up at me. “Bed or no bed, if we’re going to christen our new home, we need to do it right.”

I was riding the best I could, but it was very much a joint effort. He was holding my thighs and thrusting up into me as I rode as hard as my legs would let me. This was no gentle lovemaking this time. None of our long, slow strokes. This was hard fucking. I was glad for the thick walls, because the slap-slap-slap of our bodies coming together was an unmistakable sound, as was our moaning and saying “I love you” as we fucked hard.

Then John said, “Wait! Stop!” I thought something was wrong. “What?”

He said nothing, gave me this huge grin, and suddenly he’d flipped me to my back. Before I knew it, my legs were in the air, and I was looking up at him as he leaned in right above me and kept pounding my hole hard. We weren’t in the most comfortable spot, but I really had nothing to complain about! Oh, fuck, this was amazing! His big dick was hitting every sensitive spot in me, and it was driving me wild.

I panted, “Oh, fuck, John, yes! Give it to me!”

And then he stopped. And he smiled at me. “I don’t know. I think you’ve had enough for one night. Maybe we should just stop and rest.”

“Don’t you dare, you bastard!”

He said, “Well, I suppose I do like you, so maybe…” And then he switched to long, sloooow strokes. A few seconds to drive his length into me, then a few seconds as he pulled back and pulled his length out until just the head was in me. I could feel every ridge and ripple of that shaft as it massaged my insides oh-so-slowly. He knew these long strokes drove me out of my mind! But I also knew he was giving himself intense pleasure, too, and I was squeezing extra hard each time he pulled back (not an easy feat when my hole had been getting seriously railed for over 20 minutes by then).

His eyes closed as he was moving in me. I loved when he looked like that, knowing that our lovemaking was reducing this big, studly man to wordlessness, drunk on our mutual pleasure. In all my life, I’ve known nothing better than this kind of intense lovemaking.

We both got quieter, except maybe for some whimpers and moans of pleasure, as he kept that slow pace and I kept trying to time my squeezes. After a while enjoying this unbelievable pleasure, he laid on top of me as he kept thrusting in me. This is where a big dick really comes in handy! Even though the angle wasn’t quite as good, he still could get plenty of dick in me as he laid his body on mine, and he was panting in my ear, licking and biting my neck, and then he said, “Jess, I’m gonna cum, baby!” I said, “Yes, baby, give me your load! Fill me!”

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My name is Celia. I’m 25 years old and I’m a porn star; but not the kind you might be imagining. I’m a BBW (Big Beautiful Woman); you know, a fat girl. It’s for a new Web site in an increasingly crowded field so maybe you’ve seen me, maybe you haven’t.

On a movie set, I have sex with guys who wouldn’t look twice at me on the street. The ironic aspect of performing sexually with lights and a camera is that my size, formerly a turn off to most men, is what now attracts viewers to the site, thus making me a hot commodity.

How did I get involved in this and why? Well, I’m 5′ 5″ tall, brunette, pretty (I’ve been told), with very light skin. My breasts are 42C. I also weigh 235 lbs. so I haven’t usually gotten a lot of attention from men; unless of course they needed an object of fun and derision, which I have been at various times in my life. One guy that dated me (once) even said to someone later on that he wasn’t sure he could find “it”(my pussy) let alone fit his cock into it, as if that was supposed to be funny.

Until about a month before I started having sex in front of a video camera, I was a virgin. I had some experience jerking guys off and giving blowjobs but nobody was interested in seeing me without my clothes, let alone fucking me.

Consequently, in matters of love and sex, I resolved to be very cautious. Sex for me had always been about getting the guy off and never about getting me off. I guess because I was so fat I was supposed to be grateful for just being out with any guy. Well, I wasn’t. I may have been overweight (whatever that means) but I was still a person with feelings and sexual desire, something that’s difficult for many non-fat people to understand.

And so my sex life came to consist alternately of masturbation and deprivation. That is, until about six months ago when Tammy, my best friend at work, asked if she could introduce me to Eric.

My day job was, and still is, managing a local framing store. Eric had been friends with Tammy’s boyfriend Mark in college, though Tammy said they hadn’t seen much of each other since. Eric came into the store one day and had seen me. He asked Tammy who I was, and expressed interest in meeting me. I was surprised and somewhat curious since I didn’t remember him, so I told Tammy I’d meet him after work one day and see what he wanted.

Though I had been “burned” a lot in the past, I decided that if we liked each other and he asked me out, I’d go. Mark has always been kind and polite to me so I figured any friend of his was worth the risk. If Eric wasn’t attracted to me, that would be OK, so long as he was respectful. If it didn’t lead to a date or if it led to a date and no sex, I still had my faithful “rabbit” vibrator and “he” had never failed me.

Eric called me the very next day. Knowing what I know now, that should have made me suspicious. Anyway, we got together after work a couple of days later. Since I assumed he had already scrutinized me physically, I was a little puzzled as to why a good looking guy would want to go out with someone considerably less than svelte. I thought, “Isn’t he afraid of being laughed at in public?”

In any case, we got on well and he asked if I’d care to see a film with him that coming Saturday. I really like movies and while I prefer avant garde or foreign cinema, I was willing to see whatever he wanted, though I told him I drew the line at splatter films. He graciously let me choose and I selected something I thought we both might enjoy. Eric picked me up Saturday evening and we went to the theatre.

Afterward we went to a small, out of the way bar for a drink. I learned that Eric was a film major in college so we had a lot to talk about. We discussed our favorite directors and our favorite films and then Eric got around to telling me about his work. He was working as a cameraman, assistant director, and scriptwriter for a documentary filmmaker. I thought that was pretty cool.

How films are actually created has always interested me. I liked hearing about everything he did. He didn’t get paid much, with most documentary filmmakers being almost always underfunded, so Eric also worked doing free-lance editing. He also mumbled something vague about producing video for the Internet.

Before I could ask about that, he asked me about my job, which isn’t all that interesting, certainly not compared to what Eric was doing. The only thing that kept me from being bored to death was my every other week stint as a docent at an art museum. He asked me if I would ever consider working in film since I had the arts background, an art history degree, and was obviously knowledgeable. I said I didn’t think anyone would hire me without experience. I didn’t say, “In something as glamorous as filmmaking, no one is going to hire a fat girl with no specific skills who isn’t a friend of the director or producer.” Eric said maybe he could help if I were interested. I thought that was very nice. At that time I didn’t know to what he was referring. If I did, I might have stood up and walked out.

Eric took İstanbul Escort me home and I thanked him for a lovely evening. I was still a little puzzled about his interest as I couldn’t see what he would want with me. Of course we did have a nice time. Maybe I was more intellectually stimulating than his usual companions.

He took my hand as he walked me to my apartment door. He kissed me goodnight in a way that was more than just polite. He took my face in his hands and kissed me very deeply. I was surprised and somewhat breathless. One hand moved down to my breast as the other started up and down my back. I was a little woozy; I had a nice looking guy feeling me up on my doorstep; something quite unexpected. I swallowed hard and asked if he’d like to come in for “coffee.” I was surprised and relieved and scared all at the same time when he said, “Yes.”

Inside the door, instead of immediately groping me, Eric took my hand and kissed it. He drew me close to him. It was romantic; but also hot: I could feel his erection. My pulse was racing and my pussy was getting wet. He had been so nice to me and had made this the best date I ever had. I quickly made up my mind: If he wanted a blow job or a hand job, I was going to do it.

I led him to my bedroom where I put the table lamp on its softest setting. To my further surprise Eric put his hand up my dress, reached inside my panties, and started caressing my buns! No one had ever gone for my butt before. I unzipped his pants, pulled them down, freed his fair-sized member, and dropped to my knees. I started fellating him by taking the head in my mouth and stroking the shaft as he ran his hands through my hair.

Even if this was all he wanted, I enjoyed doing it for him and wasn’t going to regret it. Instead of cumming in my mouth as I expected, he stepped back and helped me to my feet. He then proceeded to unzip my dress and lift it over my head. He actually wanted to see me naked! He knelt in front of me and pulled down my panties. Then he kissed my pussy. I was literally weak in the knees by this point and completely in his hands. He stood up and finished taking off his clothes. He turned me around and undid my bra. It was then, as I was completely naked, that I remembered how fat I was. I started to feel embarrassed about my size.

I put my head down but Eric, seeming to sense exactly what I was feeling, held me close to him and said, “Look at me: I think you’re hot and I’m going fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.”

Wow! I was finally going to get laid.

As he was taking a condom out of his pocket, I said, “Eric, I’m a virgin. Please don’t be upset.”

He stopped, looked at me, and said, “Do you want to just do oral?”

“No!” I said quickly. “No, I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“Celia, are you sure? Are you sure you want me to do it?”

I said excitedly, “Yes, I’m sure; surer than I’ve ever been about anything.”

“OK, get on that bed,” he commanded playfully.

I lay back, spread my legs, and bent my knees. Placing the condom on the bed next to us, Eric put his face between my legs and started licking my pussy. I couldn’t believe the sensation! I started moaning softly. I was hoping he liked doing it; I hoped I smelled and tasted OK. Was I crazy to agree to this? Would I be embarrassed by it the next day?

As if on cue, Eric lifted his head and said reassuringly, “Your pussy is luscious.” Was I dreaming?

I was too uptight, too nervous to cum, so he finally got up and put the rubber on his still-hard cock. I lifted my arms up to embrace him as he positioned his erection at my entrance. He fell slowly forward and sank into my softness. I felt the pressure of the hard cock on my hymen. He moved in and out with shallow thrusts, gauging my tightness. (He was clearly experienced with the defloration process. I was glad one of us was.)

He said, “On the count of three, I’m going to push hard into you. Is that OK?”

“Yes,” I said, hoarsely. “Do it! Split me open! Take me!” (OK; I got a little carried away, though I think I can be forgiven under the circumstances.)

“One…”

Yes, finally!

“Two…”

At last: I was going to be a real woman … sort of.

“Three!”

Down he thrust, quickly and forcefully. My hymen gave way with a “snap!” I was amazed: some pressure; very little pain; and it was done. I held him as he fucked me until he came.

When he had finished, Eric lay close to me, cuddling and caressing me. I’d half expected him to doff the condom and run out the door but no, he kissed me and asked how I felt about the loss of my virginity. I wasn’t a little girl; I wasn’t going to get overly emotional about it, but it was so nice of him to care. If I had been 16, it might have meant more. I was happy to have done with it, frankly. Virginity is overrated. I was happier still to have lost it to someone so sexy and so solicitous of me. As we lay on my bed, he actually started complimenting me on my body. Me! This had to be a dream, right?

However nice Bayan Escort he was to me, I was under no illusion that we would become a “couple” after this and told him so.

He was caught off guard by that and hemmed and hawed before I let him off the hook with the question: “Do you have a thing for fat girls? Is that why you went out with me?”

He said, “Well … yeah, sort of; I mean, I like all types of girls but I must admit, big girls really turn me on.”

That was OK, however, since my level of expectation regarding love is always fairly low anyway.

“That’s fine,” I said. “I’m glad we went out. I’m glad you fucked me; really.”

“Celia,” he said, “I’m surprised you were a virgin. You’re very attractive.”

That was nice, even if he was lying. It was then that he surprised me by asking how open-minded I was.

Hmm … was he going to suggest a threesome or something even kinkier? Or maybe abusive? I said warily that I was fairly open-minded, at least to a point. He asked if I had done any modeling. Modeling? Me? Even the plus-sized store models were slimmer than I was.

“OK,” I said, “Stop beating around the bush (no pun intended) and get to the point.”

It was then that he told me about the BBW Web site he and some friends had started and wondered if I would consider modeling for them. I didn’t even know what a BBW was until he told me all about this phenomenon in the world of pornography. He described how they set up the site and how they interviewed women to perform sexually with them in front of the camera.

I was instantly deflated: it wasn’t a dream; it was an audition.

“So when were you going to ask me to fuck for your Web site?” I said with a note of indignation.

He looked rather sheepish as he replied, “Please don’t be angry, Celia. Tonight was really great. Like I said, you’re very attractive; you’d be so hot on camera.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was angry, hurt, irritatingly buoyed by the back-handed compliment, and intrigued all at the same time.

Seeing that I hadn’t firmly rejected the idea, Eric tried another tack: “Let’s look at the site. If you don’t want to do it, forget I ever asked you.”

So, we got out of bed and went to my computer. We navigated to the Web site and there were profiles of large women with images of them masturbating or sucking cocks or being fucked from behind. I must admit that it was exciting as well as astonishing to see.

I navigated through the “Free Tour” and asked Eric some questions. “Are these professional models? Were they already porn stars?”

He told me that they tried to find new and different girls all the time and that it was an amateur site. Their intent was that the production should not look too professional. So, the models needed to be the “girl next door” type. (Fat girl next door, of course.) He and his friends did the fucking, etc. and paid the models by the session.

“You could be a star,” he said to me.

Oh, sure. The women on the site actually were amateur looking. Some had tattoos, some had stretch marks, and all of them were fat.

“Do people actually pay to watch fat girls having sex?” I naively asked.

“Yes, they sure do! It’s becoming lucrative; we’re really starting to pull in the subscriptions. We just got a good review from one of the bigger porn site reviewers. That’s helped us.”

He looked at me and said, “We’re looking for new models all the time. I think you’d be great.”

He took my hand. “The guys are really nice. They always treat the girls respectfully, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I reached for a tissue to clean up the little smear of blood on the inside of my thigh. “And remember: It’s a sub-culture. No one you know is likely ever to see you.”

Eric leaned over and gently kissed my lips and stroked my hair. He started to feel my tits and I could see him getting hard again. We went back to the bed for another fucking after which Eric left, excusing himself with some story about needing to do some documentary editing early the next morning.

He kissed me good-bye very tenderly, though, and said, “Promise me you’ll think about it?” I said that I would.

Think about it I did. Of course, I had more than a few reservations. On the one hand, I’d had sex with an attractive man, more attractive than I’d been used to. On the other hand, he fucked me as part of a strategy to help him make money by persuading me to perform sex acts in front of a video camera. Still, that had its “plus” side, too.

Before this evening, I would never have thought someone would pay money to watch fat women have sex. It became apparent that a lot of people were prepared to do so; all they needed was an easily accessible place that provided them with continuously refreshed images and the assurance of anonymity.

In a fit of imagination inconceivable before this evening’s events, I started to fantasize about having sex with attractive men on what was essentially a movie set. I would be the star, the center Eskort of attention. More assertive sexuality than that probably wasn’t in the cards for me.

I decided that I should really think about this seriously. If I was going to blow and fuck guys like Eric and even get paid for it … well, it was worth considering. I liked the way he made love to me, even if he had been sneaky about the modeling proposal. I knew all along that I wasn’t the prize he made me out to be. Though I had suspended my disbelief while it was happening, I was back to reality now. Still, he got it up for me more than once tonight. That was something.

I also thought of the down side. First of all, would I have the nerve just to take my clothes off in front of people, let alone have sex? Wouldn’t I be embarrassed to have my sexual performance available for anyone to see? What if someone I knew saw it and recognized me? Wouldn’t I be stigmatized? Wouldn’t I lose my job? Wouldn’t the evidence of my depravity cause me to be ostracized from the rest of society (a society that didn’t like me that much anyway, I reminded myself) and condemn me to a downward-spiraling life first of pornographic sluthood, then drugs, and finally, crime? I saw myself disheveled, without makeup, clad in gray, and sitting alone in a prison cell as the bars clanged shut.

As part of his entreaty, Eric had given me a temporary password to the site. I returned to it, curious about these women who seemed to have risked everything for a few minutes of fame… or was it infamy? Were they social deviants – ex-cons and biker chicks? Were they on drugs during the shoot? As it turned out, none of that was true. As I watched them, I was struck by how ordinary they looked. These were women I might see anywhere: shopping in the grocery store, standing in line at the movies, or … managing a framing store.

Did men really get off seeing fat women fucked and cummed on? Well, apparently they did. I noticed, too, that the men in the films (the same two, by the way) really were respectful of the women as Eric said they were. They complimented them and treated them in a way that I thought was reserved only for the slinkier among us. I had been prepared to see something bordering on the grotesque. Instead, what I saw was plus-sized women having explicit sex with normal-sized men and accepting it as their due. No one made fun of them. There was no humiliation involved. There was the impression only of lust and pleasure for both the male and the female. It occurred to me that there was something both uninhibited and accepting about it that was missing in most of the rest of society and certainly in my life.

About a week later, I got up the courage to call Eric.

“Celia! I was hoping you’d call,” he said. I asked him if I could watch a filming, if that was allowed.

“Of course,” he said.

They didn’t let just anyone on the set but that they were always happy, understandably, to have prospective models come to check things out. He told me they were filming the next Sunday morning and asked if I would I like to see how things were done. I swallowed hard and said “Yes.” He gave me the address and said he’d see me on Sunday.

I arrived at the location, a house in a nice, quiet neighborhood. I knocked on the door, hoping I hadn’t gotten the address wrong.

A guy opened the door, introduced himself as Terry, and said, “You must be Celia. C’mon in. Eric said you’d be coming over. He said you might be working with us.”

Hastily, I told him I was still thinking about it.

“Cool,” he said. “Let me introduce you to the guys.”

I met Todd, who I recognized from the Web site, and Mike, another performer who, today, was doing the lighting, and Chris, the cameraman. I also met David. He was sort of nerdy compared to the rest of the guys, shy but very nice and kind of cute. David was the one who took care of the technology on the set and maintained the Web site as well. He was busily preparing the monitor and the digital recording equipment. The filming was set to start in about 15 minutes so there was a flurry of activity. I stood to the side, trying not to get in the way. Eric came into the living room and greeted me.

“Hey, Celia,” and kissed my cheek. “Stick close to me; I’m going to be directing today.”

I looked around for the model, who was nowhere to be seen.

When I asked Eric where she was, he said, “Andrea is in the bedroom, being made up by Marsha.”

As he said that, two women came into the living room. One was obviously Andrea, red haired, busty, and bigger than I was. She had on a black spaghetti-strapped gown. The other woman was blond, pretty, and normal sized. That was Marsha. In addition to doing the makeup, Eric told me, she was also the “fluffer.”

Before I could ask what a “fluffer” was, I heard David say, “Ready, Eric.”

Eric then called everyone to attention. “OK, guys, we’re ready to start. Andrea, you look great, doll.”

Andrea, very nicely made up, smiled, tossed her curly hair, and nervously kept smoothing imaginary wrinkles in her dress. I thought she looked very pretty. Mike had moved the lights into position. Terry had the boom microphone ready. Todd waited alongside Andrea. Apparently he was going to be the male performer today.

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The intro
*~*~*~*~*

I am a studying in SV. I am 19 years old. Now to get to the thing. The story is happening in India and in the capital of Kerala state i.e Trivandrum. If I said that Ms. Raji [one of the english teachers of the school] is the most beautiful woman in the whole school, surely everyone would agree with me. She is also very sexy, I mean deadly sexy. She gives students as well as teachers of her opposite sex pleasure by the traces of her bra which are illuminated by her light coloured blouses. She is just above 25 years old one would assume. Secretly I[we??] admired her.

The happening
*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It was a special day and instead of our teacher Ms.Raji came in our last period. Raji gave us a work and she came and sat on my bench right next to me. I resumed my work and kept on writing. After sometime when she made a rather weird movement towards me and my right elbow touched her left breast. Boy!! the breast was really soft. I had a temptation to touch it again.

But I controlled myself and then I had a doubt – “Was that deliberately done by her?.” I told myself “Nah, it couldn’t be.” But still I wanted it to be the other way since I liked the experience very much.

When the period was about to end, she told me “Stay back after the bell.” I wondered why, maybe it was nothing. The bell rang and everybody left except for me and her.

Then she came towards me and said “*****, could you come with me now? I have rung up your mother and told her that you wouldn’t be home till 10 O’ clock.”

“For what?”, I asked her.

She said, “Lets just say that it is a surprise.” She took me to her car – a Ford. We got inside and İstanbul Escort she started driving.

“So where are we headed?”, I asked her.

“You’ll see”, she answered.

I looked at her and started scanning her with my eyes. She was wearing a black silk saree. I looked at her chest and thinking about my elbow’s luck as I sat beside her while she was driving…..

It must have been half an hour since we started driving. Then we were in an unpopulated area and she stopped the car after driving it onto a grassy area. Suddenly without saying a word she stepped out and got in the back seat. When I asked her what was the matter she asked me to come to the back. I also stepped out. Then I opened the back door and sat beside her.

Suddenly she said, “*****, I love you very much and I would like to be seduced by you.”

Hearing this I jumped and sat on her lap facing her without the slightest hesistation and then said, “I love you too Raji.”

Then we started kissing. Her tongue was really aggressive. And while kissing I squeezed her inner thighs and her hands felt my back. And once we stopped kissing, I kneeled before her [there was space as it was a large car]. Then I slowly started lifting her saree down from her ankles. Soon only her underskirt was left, covering her thighs and legs. I undoed her underskirt as well and removed it.

Now I could see her black panty. I started massaging her inner thighs. All this time she had been motionless enjoying everything, now suddenly she started removing my shirt and afterwards my baniyan. Then she started feeling my chest and I felt I should do the same. Once again I was on her lap. I removed the part of Anadolu Yakası Escort her saree which was masking her black blouse. Now I could clearly see her heavenly projections masked by her blouse, longing to be felt upon.

Suddenly she opened the door and got out. I was stunned without knowing what to do. She now was removing her saree. I was relieved and I sat in the car staring at her beautifully shaped legs. Once she was wearing only her blouse and panty she lied down on the grass.

She then appealed to me, “Come and get me.”

I got out of the car and removed my pant in a haste. I crawled towards her and when I reached her legs I started sucking and kissing them. I went over her thighs and my hands felt her panty region. Just when my head reached her blouse she playfully rolled me over and got over me.

She was above me with her knees on the ground besides my legs and her hands on the ground above my shoulders. Then she kissed me. I put my hand over the back of her blouse, while she took a hand to try and get hold of my rock hard cock which was underneath my underwear. I ran my hands to her butt and squeezed its cheeks hard. She stopped kissing at that moment.

At her present position I could see her cleavage through the neck of her blouse. I couldn’t take it any more and I put my hands over her breasts and pushed them towards her body. She liked it very much.

She said, “*****, don’t you wanna fuck my beautiful tits?”.

Hearing this I started unbuckling her blouse, there were three buckles. One, two and three the doors opened sideways and her half cupping black bra was revealed to me. I then without further hesistation started Kartal Escort removing her panty, while she was literally ‘eliminating’ her blouse.

In the process of panty-removal I put my hands inside her panty and then felt her cliff surrounded by jungle of black grass. In my excitement I kicked her panty down and removed it. By this time she had removed her blouse. I enjoyed this sight much more than anything else in the world. Our glamorous Raji was before me only with bra covering her body.

We stood up and she kneeled before me. She slowly pulled my underwear down. The hard cock was now in a position perpendicular to her mouth. I knew what was coming next.

So I said, “Wait!” and I removed my underwear completely. Then I said “I am ready, babe!” .

She started sucking my cock giving me such great pleasure that I was actually moaning. And then she let the cock out of her mouth and then started licking its head all around with her tongue. While she was doing this, I looked down and realised that I still hadn’t unveiled her breasts.

I got behind her and she lied down with her chest on the ground. I massaged her butt and then started unbuckling her bra. When I was finished she turned and lied on her back. I was amazed at her magnificient breasts. I squeezed them again and again, I felt their warmth and softness. I then started to lick the nipples which were pink. Then I took a mouthful of her nipple area into my mouth and started sucking it. Wow it felt great.

After sometime she said “Fuck me,*****!!.”

I accepted and slid my cock into her through her wet pussy. I lost my breath for sometime then I thrusted again and again into her. I tried to get deeper and deeper into her.

She started screaming, “*****, yeah that’s it fuck me harder.”

I tried my level best to give her as much as pleasure as I could with my inexperience. Then I started sucking her white breasts once again…..

After sometime we dressed and left.

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After my experience at the graduation party, I knew I had to get out of town before I was drawn into another gang bang. I can’t believe I behaved like such a worthless slut. The guys were right. I actually bought dinner for Larry so he would fuck me. I actually begged them to gang bang me. I have to get control of my pussy. I can’t believe that only five weeks ago I hadn’t dated once in my whole high school career and now I’m the class slut who pays to get laid.

I spent the summer driving to the next town and working in a restaurant. I also ignored the calls from the 10 men who gang banged me. A few of them showed up at my parent’s house, but my parents always told them that I wasn’t there. The day before I was to leave for school, I ran in to John coming out of the computer store. “Hey Liz,” he said. “Where ya been all summer?”

“I was just trying to earn money for college. How about you, John?”

I saw him check out my breasts in my tight tee shirt and then look down and check out my denim miniskirt. He said, “Oh you know, just hanging out and working. Maybe we can get together before you leave.”

The freakin nerve of this ass hole! He fucked me. He gang banged me. He embarrassed me by telling me what a worthless slut I am. And then he threw me into a dumpster. And now he wants to get together?? Fat chance.

“I don’t think so, John. I leave tomorrow and I’m finishing up my packing today.”

“Really? That’s great, Liz. Hey, come here for a minute. I want to show you my new car.”

I said, “Well, I don’t know. I really should be getting home.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me after him. “Come on Liz. It will just take a minute.” He led me to the back of the parking lot where a beautiful black Camaro with tinted windows sat under a shade tree. “Wow!” I said. “That’s a beauty!”

He clicked the opener and opened the door. “Check it out,” he said. I looked inside the front seat and smelled the ‘new car smell.. .’

“Very nice,” I said.

“Check this out,” he said as he opened the back door. I looked in but he said, “No, don’t just look. Get in and check it out.”

I slid in to the back seat and I’m sure my skirt slid up to the bottom of my big ass. He said, “Slide over.” When I slid over, my skirt slid further up my chubby legs and I’m sure he could see my panties. He got in behind me and said, “Check out the tinted windows. No one can see in here.”

“That’s really cool,” I said. “This car is really impressive. I like it. But why the tinted windows?”

He laughed and said, “So I can get laid in plain site without being seen. Let’s try it.” He was on me in a flash.

“But wait, I don’t wa . . . “

It seemed like it only took a few seconds for him to have me naked and his cock balls deep in my pussy with me moaning like a slut. He smiled down at me and breathlessly said, “You really are a slut, Liz.”

I moaned and whispered, “Yesss, I-I guess I am.”

After he came in my pussy, he told me to clean his cock. Like the slut that I must be, I went down on him and cleaned his cock. I got dressed and got out of his car. He laughed at me and said, “I’ll see you when you get home on break, Liz. Maybe we’ll all get together for another gang bang if you’re a good girl.”

I only came home from college one time all year and I managed to stay out of sight the whole two weeks. I dated two men during my first year of college, each for about three months, and I wouldn’t fuck either of them until the fourth date. I know I’m still a slut, but I had to do something to prove to myself that everyone can’t get in my pants on the first date.

I rented a small apartment for the summer and stayed at school. I worked two jobs and didn’t have much time for dating. For the next three school years I did the same thing, a short holiday break at my parent’s home and stay the summer at school. My sex life slowed way down and I didn’t have sex one time my whole senior year. When I graduated at the age of 23, I took my new degree in history to the state capital and got a job as a legislative aid for an older state representative named Carl Johnson. He was about 60 years old and was a short fat guy married man who lived about 275 miles from the state capital.

Since Carl, who was about 5’7″ and 225 pounds was so fat; he thought I was built just right. Actually he put me right out front in his outer office and asked me to wear sexy clothes because he figured his constituents would be distracted by my tits and Pendik Escort legs and they wouldn’t give him much crap. I don’t know if it worked or not, but I’m embarrassed to say that he had me naked and in bed during the first week that I worked for him. I worked for Carl for five years and he spent many of those nights in my apartment, which he helped pay for. I dated a few other men while Carl was home with the wife, but for the most part, I was content with my older lover.

When Carl finally decided to retire, I had had enough of the capital so I moved back to my old college town and began looking for a job. I applied for a few jobs, and was just returning from an interview when I saw an ad on the grocery store bulletin board for a housekeeper for one of the local fraternities. Normally I would have passed it by, but it was offering a decent hourly rate so I wrote down the number and called. They invited me for an interview the next day.

I wore a skirt a couple of inches above my knees and a professional looking blouse and pumps to the interview. As the door was opened, I was surprised to see a half dozen young black men sitting around a living room type area. “Hi,” I said. “My name is Liz and I’m here to apply for your job.”

“Come on in,” one of them said. “My name is Jamal and these guys are Leonard, Anthony, Jalen, George and Josh.” I entered and they showed me to a chair. I sat down and crossed my chubby legs. They looked at my legs and chest like wolves looking at fresh meat. I squirmed in my seat and Jamal said, “We weren’t expecting a young white woman to apply for this job. How old are you, Liz?

“I’m 28 years old and I have a degree from history from this college. I didn’t realize this was a black fraternity.”

“Will that be a problem, Liz?”

“Oh, not at all. You all look like nice young men. And I’ve always been a hard worker. Are there any certain days or time off?”

“We’re pretty informal here, Liz. As long as the work is done, you can have off whenever you’d like. Basically what we’re looking for is someone to clean this place and to make breakfast for the frat brothers every day. No other meals are necessary, but we’ve promised our members breakfast.”

I looked at the others who had not spoken and they were all smiling at me and looking me up and down. I asked, “How many of you are there?”

“20 of us live here. We have 10 bedrooms of two brothers in each one. Each bedroom needs cleaning once a week. If someone wants their room cleaned more often, that’s between them and you. The common areas need cleaned and straightened at least twice a week, but sometimes three times a week. We have a charge account at the local grocery store for breakfast food and cleaning supplies.”

The others had not spoken and continued to stare at her legs and breasts. Whenever she looked directly at one of them, he would smile and look at her face.

Jamal scratched his head and looked at the floor. “Liz, what we really need is a ‘House Mother.’ Our frat is always on probation with the college and we really need someone to make sure the place is clean enough to pass inspection and that our members are getting the meals they paid for. We need someone to remind us not to leave empty kegs on the front lawn after a party. That’s the kind of thing that pisses off the dean. So I guess our ad was a little disingenuous.”

I looked down and then back at Jamal, “It sounds like it could be a challenge.”

“Unless you live here, it probably is a huge challenge. That’s why we’re including a separate apartment over the garage so the person will be nearby.”

I asked, “Are you saying that an apartment is included with the job?”

“Yep. Did you see the rate of pay on the ad?”

I responded, “Yes I did.”

Jamal asked, “And you’re OK with it?”

“Oh yes. It seems fair, especially if there is an apartment included.”

“Well,” Jamal said and looked at the others who all nodded their heads, “When can you start?”

I smiled and said, “I can start tomorrow, if you want.”

“That would be great. Let us know when you would like to move your stuff to your new apartment and we will take care of it for you.”

“Anytime is fine with me,” I said.

“Well, the sooner we get it moved, the sooner you can be in so how about this afternoon?”

“You guys are great,” I said smiling. “I’m ready when you are.”

The six guys brought two pickup trucks to the front of the frat house. Jamal Kurtköy Escort said, “You may have to sit on someone’s lap, if that’s OK, Liz.”

I climbed into one of the trucks and George lifted me onto his lap. “I hope I don’t crush you with my big butt,” I said. He smiled and squeezed my ass and said, “Your ass ain’t that big, Liz.”

They got me moved in that afternoon and I check out the breakfast supplies and made a run to the store to get more. The next morning, the frat brothers came into the kitchen in all manners of dress. Some had jeans and tee shirts, some just had shorts and some were in boxers. I was embarrassed by the partially dressed brothers, who didn’t seem to care that an older white woman like me was in their kitchen. They were greeted with scrambled eggs, grits, bacon and toast for breakfast. I thought they all seemed excited to have a good breakfast.

Jamal walked up to me and said, “As you can see, we’re really kind of casual here. We don’t have a dress code for members or for you. Of course, I’ll tell them not to wander down here naked anymore, but other than that, anything goes.” My mouth fell open at that comment and the thought of 20 young naked black men in my kitchen. “So if you want to wear jeans of shorts or whatever, feel free. Or if you don’t care if there are naked men in the kitchen, just let them know.”

My face turned red and I stuttered, “Uh. . . but . .Er-ah. . They. .Uh. “

Jamal laughed at me. “You’ll do fine, and thanks for the great breakfast.”

I cleaned up after breakfast and spent the rest of the day cleaning the common areas and bathrooms. I retired back to my apartment after a long day. The next morning, the boys were greeted with pancakes, sausage and fresh fruit for breakfast. I made sure everyone got as much as they wanted to eat and then I stood in the kitchen and waited for them to finish soIe could begin cleaning the members’ rooms.

I smiled as I watched the boys wolf down the pancakes. I got a better look at the boys today and noticed that they were all sizes and shapes. Some were handsome and some weren’t. I also noticed that some of the members had big bulges in their shorts or boxers.

After most of the boys left for class, I began cleaning their rooms. I was hoping to get four of them done today, and was pleased with myself when I did. I got four more done the next day and the last two the following day along with the bathrooms again. As it turns out, the college did a surprise inspection at the end of the week, and the fraternity was given its best score in many years.

When it was announced Friday night, Jamal called me over from my apartment to givemer the news. I was wearing a tee shirt and shorts when I came in and was immediately hugged by Jamal and given the news. When the other members saw that I didn’t mind his hug, they all did the same. Some of them let their hands drift to my ass, and they all enjoyed feeling my breasts shoved against their chests during the hug. I stayed for an hour and had a few drinks before heading back to my apartment.

By the following week, the boys were comfortable with having me around. More of them felt comfortable walking around in their underwear, and I had no complaints. I had just finished cleaning George and Jalen’s room and was leaving the room when Jalen came around the corner and collided with me. Jalen was a skinny six foot tall kid who was average looking. Before he realized it was me, he quickly lifted his hands before the collision. His hands landed on my breasts, and asI started to lose my balance, he stopped me from falling. As we stood looking at each other, I said, “You either need to squeeze them or take your hands off them.”

Jalen looked puzzled and said, “What?”

I looked down at his hands on my breasts and said, “You either need to squeeze them or take your hands off them.”

Jalen got a panicked look on his face and pulled his hands to his side. I smiled at him and he asked, “Were you serious?” I smiled at him, winked and started to walk away. He said, “Wait a minute.” I stopped and turned around. He walked up to me and said, “I chose too quickly,” and put his hands back on my breasts and squeezed. I smiled and made no move to stop him. After a few seconds, he asked, “Could you come back in my room for a minute?” I nodded and followed him into his room.

He shut the door behind us and asked me if I could hold the chair so he could change one of the light bulbs Maltepe Escort in the ceiling light. He got the bulb and climbed onto the chair and turned so his crotch was right in front of my face. He noticed me starring at his cock the whole time he was changing the bulb. Quite honestly, I just wanted to lean forward and put it into my mouth. When he got down from the chair, he walked over to drop the old bulb in the waste basket and I moved the chair back to the desk. Jalen quickly moved behind me and reached his arms around me and cupped my breasts. I stood there and let him manipulate my breasts and tweak my nipples. It felt so good.

I moaned and leaned my head back into his chest. Jalen reached down and lifted my tee shirt over my head and then unhooked my bra and removed it. He began feeling my bare breasts and I moaned louder. After I came, Jalen moved his hands down and unfastened my shorts and slid them and my thong to the floor. He whispered, “I like your fat tits and your big ass, Liz.”

“Hmmm, thank you,” I moaned.

He started fingering my pussy and gradually worked in four fingers. After I came again, he dropped his shorts and stuck his cock into my gushing pussy. He pulled my hair and squeezed my tits as he pounded me from behind. Jalen pounded my pussy for ten minutes before blasting my cunt full of his seed. It had been months since I had been laid, and it felt soooo good.

When he finished, I turned around and kissed him. I grabbed a Kleenex and wiped the cum out of my pussy and threw it in the wastebasket. Jalen smiled at me and said, “You know we’re going to do that again, don’t you?” I smiled at him and nodded my head as I put on my clothes.

The next day, I didn’t see Jalen all day, but after it got dark, he knocked on my apartment door. “Hi Jalen,” I said. “What’s up?”

He grinned and said, “I thought you might want to split a bottle of wine with me.”

“Sure come on in.”

He was looking at me from head to foot and I realized that all I was wearing was a large tee shirt that just came down a few inches below my ass cheeks. “Oh shit,” I said. “Let me put on a robe.”

He said, “I was thinking that you could just take that shirt off.”

I smiled and said, “You’re an ornery one Jalen. I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”

“Come over here,” he said. I automatically walked over to the young black boy. He reached behind my head and pulled me in for a kiss. We moved our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths and I was on the verge of coming when he pulled away. As I was about to object, he reached down and lifted my shirt over my head leaving me completely naked. He smiled and as he pulled down his elastic waist shorts he said, “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” I did as I was told and licked the head of his 8″ cock before engulfing the whole thing. He didn’t last very long and soon filled my mouth with his cum.

I stood up and said, “That was nice. I like the taste of your cum.”

He said, “That’s good because you’re going to be getting a lot of it this year.” He put his cock back into his pants.

I smiled and said, “You’re pretty confident about that aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I am,” he said. “Are you disagreeing?”

I said, “No. I think you’re right. It’s a good thing I like the taste. I’m glad you stopped over tonight.”

He said, “I’m not done yet. Let’s have a drink and then I plan to fuck you before leaving.”

I smiled and said, “I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll get the glasses and you open the wine.” I picked up my shirt and started to lift it to put it over my head when he said, “Put it on the couch. You won’t need it while I’m here.” I dropped my shirt on the couch and figured if he was still willing to fuck me after seeing my chubby body jiggling all around my apartment, then I was OK with that.

For the next hour, we drank wine and he played with my tits and grabbed my ass and treated me like I was his toy. Finally he looked at his watch and said, “Well, I need to get some studying done so get my cock hard so I can fuck you.”

I dropped to my knees without hesitation and sucked him until he was hard. He told me to lie on my back and he crawled between my legs and then fucked me for the next 20 minutes or so. I must have cum five or six times. When he was ready to cum, he pulled out and knelt by my head and instructed me not to spill any. Most of his cum went into my mouth, but some went on my cheek. He rubbed the cum from my cheek onto his cock and put his cock into my mouth so I could clean it off.

He stood up and as he was putting on his shorts he asked, “Have you ever fucked a black man before or am I your first?”

“Mmmm. You’re my first, but I don’t think you’ll be my last.”

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My name is John, I was a senior in high school, I just turned 18. I was on the wrestling team, and I wrestled 185. This is a true story.

I’m 6’2″, with big shoulders, a large chest from lots of weight lifting, and long legs, big feet and big hands. And yes, my cock is pretty big also; at least that’s what the school nurse told me.

One night I was thrown off the mats by the school heavyweight, who outweighed me by sixty pounds. Ouch! I hit the bleachers right on my thigh, and damn it, it hurt. I limped around, trying to shake it off, but I couldn’t stop thepain. Coach sent me to the school nurse, I hobbled down the hall.

Nurse Hastings is a goddess, I really didn’t mind seeing her. Nurse Hastings was in her mid-twenties and built like a proverbial brick shit house. Her large breasts gave most of us guys instant hard-ons when we saw her. Her breasts, even though obviously encased by a bra, swayed inside her blouse.

She also had a very thin waist and athletic looking hips. If we were lucky, her large, dark nipples were visible and were incredibly sexy. She had dark hair, down to her shoulders; her Italian heritage gave her dark skin as well. She stood about 5’4″ and probably weighed about 110 to about 120 pounds. She didn’t wear a wedding ring, so she was considered fair game, but she was so much older than us, so nobody gave her a serious chance of being available.

I knocked on the door to her office, and she called for me to enter. She came out of the back office to meet me, asking me what was wrong. I explained to her what had happened, and a look of concern crossed her face. I was still dressed in my shorts, kneepads down around my ankles and a t-shirt. She told me to take a seat on the edge of an examination table. I complied, and she pulled a metal stool in front of me.

“Does this hurt?” she asked as she pressed her hand against my thigh.

“Only a little, the place where it really hurts is right here,” I said, showing her the place, right below my left hipbone.

She palpated the area, noting the heat and a mild contusion. She told me to take some Ibuprofen and apply ice for the next 12 hours, and heat after that. She wanted to see me during practice the following evening.

I went home, suffering during the trip home and resting as best I could.

The next day I woke up sore and limping.

After school I went to see Nurse Hastings again. She smiled at me when I returned and asked me how I was doing.

“I ache,” I said.

“Well, the ice was supposed to keep down the swelling during the first 12 hours, now you have to apply heat to aid in the healing.”

I asked her what kind of “heat packs” she had, and she handed me one, a chemical kind of contraption. She explained how to heat it and apply it. She popped it into the microwave and applied it to my thigh. It felt great!

Something stirred in me as she held the warm pad on my thigh, and I realized I could see right down her blouse and see most of her rather large, and what appeared to be very firm, breasts. Zoiks, Ataşehir Escort what a pair! I couldn’t help it;

I started to pop a boner right in front of her. I was embarrassed and tried to think of baseball, church, anything to prevent me from having a major erection in front of this older, professional woman.

She must not have seen it as she kept up a line of chatter with me, remarking about the weather, the wrestling team’s chances that year, and about things going on in the town. Everything changed when she accidentally brushed against my now throbbing erection.

Her wrist gently rested on the side of my throbbing cock and she stopped talking, her eyes shifting over to the large bulge in my gym shorts.

“Oh my” she said. I wasn’t quite sure what to do; I was too embarrassed to even think about anything at that point.

She looked at the bulge in my shorts and just lowered the heating pad. My heart was pounding as she moved her tiny hand slowly and gently toward my cock. She palmed it slowly, moving her hand gently up and down, judging its size.

I groaned a little, it felt so damn good. After a few seconds she put her other hand on my cock, gently stroking my length. I had only been with a few women before, and I felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest, the ecstasy was so incredible, I felt like I was going to shoot off in my pants.

“Your cock is so big!” she exclaimed, finally looking up at my face. I had no idea what to say, I mumbled something incomprehensible, and she moved one, then both of her hands up to the waistband of my shorts.

She gently lifted my shorts over my throbbing cock head and the cool air washed over my cock. As she lowered my shorts, she kept saying “Oh my goodness, oh my…” My cock was finally released; pre-come flowing freely from the head.

Slowly she wrapped one of her hands around my shaft, she couldn’t close her fingers around it. She began to stroke me up and down. Then she took her second hand and joined the first. She gently stroked my cock and bent it down towards her face and opened her mouth.

I couldn’t believe it, she actually was going to insert the head of my cock into her mouth, and she was going to suck my cock!

As her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock, I felt such pleasure, Her mouth was so warm, so wet, and so damn sexy. I didn’t know what to do with my hands and I gently stroked her hair, her shoulders, and her back.

She lowered her mouth around my cock, keeping both hands wrapped around the shaft. I heard her slurping loudly as she pulled her mouth of my cock, and she rubbed my cock all over her face, exclaiming, “Damn, what a lovely big cock, I love your big cock, God, what a cock.”

She returned to sucking my cock… I felt my orgasm approaching and I tried to tell her “I’m going to come, oh God, I’m going to cum… fuck…. Oh god, I’m coming. Ohhhhhh” I began to come buckets, I felt spasms from the base of my cock thrusting out jet streams of jism up the whole length of my Kadıköy Escort cock. I hung onto her, my hips uncontrollably bucking back and forth, thrusting on every spurt.

“Oh God, Oh… fuck…”

Finally I stopped shooting and I gradually returned to reality. I found her still sucking on my cock; drops of come were smeared on the side of her face, dripping off her chin, and were settling on her chest. She stroked every drop out of my cock, her hands milking every drop from me.

She finally stood up and wiped off her mouth, smiling at me. “Call me Susan, ok?” She excused herself to clean up and returned, eyes shining, her bra obviously missing. I couldn’t help but stare; these mammaries were being presented to me, and these breasts I had fantasized about, her dark nipples burning a hole in her white blouse. Her nipples were so hard; they pushed her uniform out obscenely in the most erotic way. Her large breasts swayed beneath her blouse like two restless puppies, I stood transfixed by her sensuality.

I was naked from the waist down now, my cock drooped only a little. She walked up to me and pulled my t-shirt off insistently. “I want to feel you next to me, your skin, please,” she said.

“I want to feel every inch of you, let me take off your uniform,” I responded. She stood up, staring at my hands as

I unbuttoned each button of her blouse, revealing her tanned skin slowly, agonizingly slowly, erotically. Her breasts were revealed to me, not really needing a bra, they stood out proudly from her chest. She had solid D cups, and I nuzzled her nipples, and cupped both her breasts in my hands. I couldn’t resist her incredible tan lines, I had to lick them, and she held my head in her arms and almost smothered me in her incredible cleavage. I couldn’t get enough of her breasts, but I moved on to her stomach. I took off her blouse and kissed my way down her stomach.

Her abdominal muscles were rock hard, she obviously spent a lot of time in the gym hherself. I gently removed he stretch slacks and kissed my way down to her white panties. I detected her musky wetness as I kissed her panties and gently licked between her thighs.

I gently hooked her panties in my fingers and removed them, gently kissing every bit of exposed skin. God, when my fingers entered her honey pot, I found her completely soaked. I gently probed her pussy, shifting her around onto the examination table, spreading her silken thighs, resting her legs on my shoulders. I found her clitoris and began to nuzzle it, spreading her lips as I licked, sucked and gently nibbled her to an intense orgasm. At the same time I stroked her G spot inside, right above her pubic bone, she bucked and made a lot of grunting and groaning noises, coming violently.

As she lay back, her chest heaved with her hard breathing and she asked me to take a break for a minute. I stood up and just looked at this goddess lying in from of me, her juices still wet on my lips and hands. Her nipples were swollen, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her Bostancı Escort luxurious hair in a halo around her beautiful face. I felt lust return to my cock as if I had never had an orgasm.

My cock throbbed in my hand.

Susan stopped me for a second and said, “I have got to measure how big your cock is, I just can’t believe it.” I stood as she took a wooden ruler to the side of it, and measured me at just a touch over eleven inches. “My God,” she proclaimed, “I’ve heard of big cocks before, but I can’t believe I’m actually seeing one – live!” She stroked my cock idly with her hand as she explained that she had broken it off with her ex-fiancé a few months before and hadn’t had sex since then. She said she just couldn’t resist, and she had to see how big my cock really was. Lucky me!

She gently lay back, pulling my cock into her. “Bring that big boy to me, lover, I want you to fill me up like never before.” She rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit and gently inserted the head into her sopping wet pussy. “Fuck me, oh god, fuck me.”

I stood on my feet and pushed gently, her pussy looking impossible small.

The head of my cock is the size of a pool ball, the stalk is relatively hairless, and my pubic hair is sparse, making me look even more imposing as I pushed into her. As she got used to my huge cock, she controlled my insertion with her hands on my hips, to prevent me from ripping her apart. Finally, after an interminably long time, I bottomed out, our hips firmly enmeshed together. I began to slowly fuck her, upwards, so that my cock would drag across her G spot every time I could. She orgasmed the first time I stroked across her G spot, and finally, after five minutes of this, she begged me to get stop, to just “Fuck her.” Who was I to say no to this lady?

I began giving her my entire cock then, my whole length, just plain fucking. Her hands gripped my back, my arms, and my ass. She kept saying, “Oh God, so big, so good, you are such a great fuck, oh, oh, oh… fuck me, you’re so…” God, what an ego boost!

Finally I felt my orgasm approaching and I warned her. “Just fuck me, God, just come in me. Fuck me, oh God, I love your cock. Oh God, more, please, God, so good.”

Later, Susan told me she could feel my cock swell inside of her, and she could actually feel my cock pulse as I pumped shot after shot of molten, white-hot jism deep insider of her. I shuddered as I came for nearly thirty seconds. I felt my knees weaken one more time and I almost collapsed on top of her once again. She held me against her body; I felt her breasts pressing against me. Her breasts were so firm, her abs were heaving, so firm, so hard, so ungodly sexy.

Susan finally helped me stand up, my softening cock finally slipping loose from her gripping pussy. We cleaned up, both of us sneaking peaks at the other, grinning from ear to ear.

We continued dating for the next three years, I have moved in with her, attending the State University, now a junior. What a hot woman, we fuck ever time we can, every place possible.

We’ve had a few three ways – Susan and Iseem to be in hot demand. If you’d like, I can tell you about them. Let me know.

Guys, if you’re ever get hurt, just hesitate to see the school nurse – you just might be very glad you did!

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And I just realized I don’t know how to start this story!

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Trina (at least that’s what everyone calls me). I’m 20, I’m a college student (polysci) and I work part-time as a waitress. That last part is important because that’s where I met him.

The restaurant I work at is a small ethnic place owned by a married couple who also work there. He cooks, and she manages and does the books. It is very much a family place. I think the only reason I got hired is that their daughters also go to college (one out of state) so they only work there when they have the time.

A restaurant like this is going to have its regulars, people who are more like family than like customers. You know, the ones who go directly to the kitchen to greet everyone, get their own drinks, I’ve even seen some of them cook some of their own meal and run their own credit card when things were busy!

Anyway, he was one of the regulars.

I met him my first day of work. It was a Saturday (he always comes in on Saturday). I noticed him the second he walked in the door.

There was just something about him. Jane, one of the daughters, was showing my how to use the register when he walked in. “That’s Paul,” she said. “He’s a regular. You’ll like him, he’s really nice.” And I guess that’s it, really. He was just a really nice guy. He always smiled at me and that always made me feel good.

He was in his mid-30s, had longish hair and a beard which he kept trim, and nice hazel eyes, and always that smile. He wasn’t exactly movie-star attractive, but he was far from bad looking.

His girlfriend, on the other hand, was STUNNING.

She was everything I wanted to be. Instead of my plain brown hair, hers was a golden brown. Her eyes were a beautiful green to my, again, plain brown. Now I don’t think I’m bad looking, I’ve even been called “cute” but I think what people really mean by that is “skinny” and “athletic” (I used to run track and I’m kind of addicted to yoga), but I’d kill to have boobs like she did. I know, some people say that A-cups are fine and yeah, they are, but… sometimes I’d just like to have something more… you know… eye catching.

Dana definitely had eye catching. And usually on display. I swear sometimes it seemed like she had all that cleavage going just to tease me, but it’s more likely that she did it for him. He wouldn’t even pretend not to look. And he somehow managed to make it not seem creepy! Jane told me that they had been together for years, but they were still obviously crazy about each other. All the hand holding and eye contact and all that. Very obviously in love.

Now there’s nothing wrong with a little fantasy, but I never seriously, not even for a second, thought that we’d ever do more than just talk at the restaurant. But we did. And oh his voice. His voice just made me melt. He had a way of saying the most mundane things and having them sound sexy. He could say “Hey Trina, when you have a second could we get an extra napkin? No rush at all” and it’d make my heart flutter just a little bit.

I’m going to talk a bit more about myself for a second. I was single at the time, and, well. I’ve had sex before, not a lot or anything, and while it was nice and fun and all that it was never the fireworks-mint-exploding thing that movies, TV and magazines had lead me to believe (damn you, media!) so I was content to be single and take care of things on my own using my, uh, battery operated little friends. After a long day of school/work it’s a nice relaxing way to unwind. I never thought about it as something vital… until those couple of weeks where I just couldn’t find the time.

This was the end of the semester where ALL my classes ended up being a lo harder than I thought, which required a lot of extra research and study time, most of which was away from home. To top that off I had signed up to a few too many shifts at work and I just really didn’t want to let anyone down.

One of the nice things about this restaurant was that the owners actually lived in the basement. And because their daughters were going to college, and were occasionally stopping in before, after or in the middle of school, they had set up a little nap area that I could use, too. When things were quiet enough at the restaurant I could go down for a power-nap, or have a quiet place to study for a while. They’d often shoo me off downstairs and said they’d come get me if things got too busy. Always work for small mom-and-pop places, kids. Especially if they are actually a mom and a pop!

During the last two weeks of the semester, I’d have probably gone insane Kartal Escort if it wasn’t for that.

And even with the nap room, I’d just get home exhausted and just fall asleep. And I’d sleep like a log. I’d wake up refreshed and in a hurry and, honestly, a little bit more horny every day.

Finally the last day of the semester arrived. As every day in the past two weeks, the snooze button was my arch enemy so I’d finally drag myself out of bed with no time for personal fun at all.

I had a whole bunch of tests that day. I thought I’d have an hour or two between school and work, but some of those tests just took a lot longer than I’d expected, and then I hit crazy traffic, so when I finally got home it was all I could do to change clothes and run.

I did sneak a small look at my battery operated friends. It had been two weeks, after all. I could probably get myself off in no time flat, I thought, probably wouldn’t even be VERY late to work, in fact I’m almost getting off just THINKING about it. But then I figured that I’d waited two weeks, I can wait another few hours. I’d rather just not be rushed. Yeah, I could get myself off in no time flat but I didn’t think just one quickie would do at this point.

I resolved to save play-time for later.

And to pick up some batteries on the way home just in case.

I got to work and things were a bit busy which you’d think would keep my mind off things. Normally it would. I don’t now why but I think that evening was the horniest I’d ever been in my entire life. I was taking people’s orders, bringing food, clearing plates, running credit cards and half my brain was thinking about lying in bed with the lights low and quiet music that works well with a low-level buzzzzz between my legs.

And then Paul and Dana came in.

I didn’t see them. I was cleaning up a newly-vacated table so my back was to the door, but as he walked by he said “Hi Trina” and did a kind of hand-on-the-shoulder greeting. Which is fine, but when he moved away his fingers kind of slid down my arm and I just almost fainted.

That touch was all that it took to kick my already high horniness levels into overdrive.

I brought them some water and menus (a mere formality in their case) and he looked right in my eyes, and he smiled, and I think he said “Thanks, Trina” but I heard “you look like you could use a good, hard fuck, Trina” and my knees turned to jelly.

I somehow made it back to the register. Things had quieted down a bit so I told Jane I have a headache and asked if she minds if I go lie down for a bit.

I know what you’re thinking, but no, I was not about to get myself off at work. I don’t care how horny I am, I don’t care how secluded that room is, I just couldn’t do that. My plan was to go to the little nap room, close the door and do some nice relaxing yoga for a bit. Surely that would get my mind off Paul. And sex. And sex with Paul. And Paul burying his head between my thighs and eating me out and I wonder what his beard would feel like between my legs and oh my god it just wasn’t working.

And then the door opened, and Paul was there, and he said “Hi Trina. I think you need my help.”

I managed a “Wh….” and he moved closer so he was standing in front of me. I was sitting on the floor and he reached down, held my hands and pulled me up. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to do. I did know what I wanted, and that was for Paul to put his hands on my waist, pull me close and kiss me very gently.

Paul put his hands on my waist, pulled me close and kissed me very gently.

Have you ever got naked and wrapped yourself in velvet? Me neither, but I know what it feels like.

And then I remembered Dana. “Don’t worry,” Dana said from the doorway. “You’re in good hands, sweetheart.” then she left and closed the door behind her.

I looked at Paul. He looked at me. His eyes took me apart and put me back together fifteen different ways. I needed him to move his hand up my back, hold the back of my head and kiss me hard. He smiled, moved his hand up my back, held the back of my head and kissed me hard. The velvet I was wrapped in exploded in a bright flash behind my closed eyes.

And I thought I was horny before. I know this is corny but my panties were drenched, I was just so wet and ready and…

I wanted, no, I needed Paul to just spin me around, take my pants down, lean me over…

Paul spun me around, pulled my pants down and lean me over the bed. There was a slight pause as his pants came off, and then I felt his cock about to enter my cunt.

Now I don’t like that word very much. I’m Pendik Escort ok with vagina or ‘lady parts’ or even pussy. But right then, at that moment in time, it was a cunt. And I needed his cock in it.

Paul’s hands were on my ass. His cock was about to be inside me. I was literally dripping. I wanted it, I needed it, I would have it. And he gave it to me.

He rammed right into me, hard. Oh god. His cock was perfect. He was all the way in, I could feel it, and I could feel it just… fitting in perfectly. I gasped, or yelled,or something, I’m not sure. He kept pounding into me, his hands grabbing my ass. I’d never been fucked like that (or really with any kind of originality before) and I was loving it. I kind of wanted him to…

…with one of his hands, Paul reached up and grabbed my hair. He kept pounding and he pulled my hair, not very hard but just enough for me to feel it. It didn’t take long, I pretty much came right then.

But he didn’t stop. Which was good. You know how I said before that a quickie just wouldn’t do? Turns our I was right, and turns out that it wouldn’t do for him, either.

I wanted him to, and he pulled out. I sat down on the bed and he knelt down and started eating my pussy (see? Now it’s a pussy again).

I’d never really been eaten out before. One guy tried it once but he seemed… intimidated. Paul was not intimidated. Paul knew exactly what he was doing. Paul knew where to put his lips, and what to do with his tongue, to make my pussy feel good. He knew where my clit was, and he knew to lick around it, and to suck on my lips, and to OH MY GOD stick his tongue deep inside me, and maybe then OH GOD gently lick my clit and then oh god oh god oh GOD lick it faster and harder and faster and faster and then suck on it OOOOH GOOOOOOD!!! and then he knew to slow down and OH GOOD GOD ALMIGHTLY do it AGAIN.

And that was all before his fingers were inside me, and it kind of makes me want to drop polysci and take up something with a focus on anatomy because I sure would like to know what he was doing in there that made me have all those orgasms and just make me want MORE.

I wanted him to fuck me again. I pulled my shirt off. I pulled his shirt off. He lay me down on the bed, got on top of me and… kissed me. Very gently. He just kissed me and ran his hand gently on my cheek. Then he brought his cock into me, slowly and gently. Somehow he was making that and the kissing work together like they were both parts of the same thing. He took his time – it was almost a full minute before he was all the way in.

I think I came a little bit from that.

Then he started moving faster, and kissing faster. His hands were at my side, and he started kissing down my neck while fucking me. He kissed lower – I wanted him to kiss lower – until he was kissing my breasts. My seemingly unimpressive a-cups which were now sporting fairly impressive hard nipples, one of which was shortly in his mouth. Oh GOD it felt good to have someone pay attention to my tits. While he was licking and sucking one, his hand moved over and cupped the other. I guess one nice thing about a-cups is he could easily cover my entire tit with his hand. I wrapped my legs around him and came again and still wanted more. I wanted… I wanted…

…while still fucking me, he put his hands under me and rolled me over so I was on top of him.

Oh my GOD, I didn’t think he could feel any deeper inside me, but he did. I leaned forward so my hair fell over his face. He ran his hands up my back, and pulled me close, and I kissed him. He ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him. Mmmm. I slid myself up and down his cock. I kissed him and I moaned and I said “that feels wonderful.”

He smiled and said “That’s what I’m here for, sweetheart,” and reached one of his hands around and squeezed one of my breasts.

I rode him for a while. I enjoyed setting the pace, going from slow to fast and then slow again, trying different angles and being very, very happy that I’m a yoga addict. He showed me that I could lie right down on top of him and have him trust into me, or that I could lean all the way back and have him finger my clit.

I didn’t realize I but the string of small orgasms had stopped several minutes ago. I started realizing that a big one was slowly building up.

He knew it, too.

While I was still on top of him, he sat up. We were facing each other, my legs wrapped around him and his under me. We were face-to-face, looking in each other’s eyes and holding each other close. We weren’t moving, but I felt it, I felt his cock inside Göztepe Escort me, I could feel every contour of his cock inside every contour of my pussy. He looked in my eyes, and he was part of me.

He gently rocked me back and forth. We were barely moving, but it was enough. It was just enough. It was exactly enough. He knew what I needed, and he knew how to give it to me. I don’t know how long we did that for. It felt like we were there since time begun and would be there till time ended. I didn’t know where this was going but I don’t think “orgasm” is even the right word.

When it finally happened, it was… it was…

People describe orgasms as “explosive” a lot. This was… implosive.

There weren’t fireworks. Instead, it felt like the every planet, every star, every galaxy, all came crashing into my body.

I don’t know if I screamed. I must have screamed. I couldn’t hear myself over the sound of the universe running through me.

When the room rematerialized around me, we were still sitting together. He was still inside me, I could still feel every bit of his cock. I suddenly realized that though all this, he hadn’t actually got off. That seemed strange, and I was going to ask about it but I new he would say…

“This was for you, Trina. It’s not about me.”

“I know,” I said, “but… I know I can’t give you what you just gave me, but can’t I give you, you know… something?”

He smiled. “I got as much out of this as you did, sweetheart. Seeing you feel that way is what I enjoy.”

“But you didn’t get off!” I said. It just seemed so strange! The limited amount of boys I’d been with before seemed to value themselves getting off over anything else in he world.

“I don’t need to get off,” he said, “really, getting YOU off is what gets me off.”

“But you would still enjoy actually getting off, right?” I asked.

“Of course, but…” he said,as I lifted myself off him. I looked down. Funny thing, this was the first time I’d actually seen his cock. “So that’s what the cock that did all those things to me looks like,” I said. “You know what I think?”

“What’s what?” he asked, smiling.

“I think I like it,” I said. “I think I want to put it in my mouth.”

“Trina, you really don’t ooooooooooooo,” he said as I slid my lips over the head of his dick, and licked it lightly, “…but I guess, oooo, if you, uuuhhhhhh, want to….”

I did. I wanted to. I never wanted a cock in my mouth before. I never really knew what to DO with one in my mouth, but now somehow I did. “Stand up in front of me,” I said.

He did. Sitting on the bed, I was at exactly the right level. I wrapped my hand around his shaft. I took him into my mouth and started sucking, while gently stroking it with my hand. He was making quite contented “mmmmmmmm” noises. As I kept sucking and his cock got wetter, I was able to stroke faster. He started moaning faster in response.

I started moving my head back and forth faster. I found that I was getting a lot more of him in my mouth than I thought I could. I’d never really tried before! I wondered how much of him I could take. I’d heard of deep-throating, mostly from juvenile college guys, but I couldn’t possibly take this entire massive thing in my mouth could I?

And Paul said “Mmm, yes you can Trina, yes you can.”

And with that vote of confidence, I had to at least try.

Paul put his hand on my head and grabbed my hair. He wasn’t pulling, It was more a show of support… plus it turned me on a bit which helped. I moved my hands so they were on his butt, wrapped my lips around him and… relaxed, and pulled myself forward… and felt his cock slide down my throat, until he was all the way inside me.

I could feel his legs shaking, and I heard him moan really loud, so moved back and then all the way down again. More moans! Then I held him deep in my throat and… and… I’m not sure what I did or how I knew to do it but I moved my tongue around and contracted my throat muscles around him and he let go of my hair and somehow managed to say “You… might… want… to… pull….. back!”

But I grabbed his cock with both my hands and gave it a few extra strokes as he said “OH. GOD. YES!” and see, this is why people refer to orgasms as explosions, since he exploded all over me. Nowadays I know I could handle that explosion in my throat, but I definitely wasn’t ready for it then! He just came and came and came! My face, my boobs, my stomach… and you know something?… I liked it.

And I don’t care what he said before, I know he liked it. We both knew it.

And Dana, who had somehow snuck back into the room, knew it too.

“Wow,” she said. “You are a natural.”

“She really is,” said Paul, still panting a bit. “She’s definitely one of us.”

“Wh?…” I asked. “One of us?? Who exactly is this ‘us’ we’re talking about?”

But, obviously, I already knew.

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Settling upon his lap, she allowed herself to be tenderly dried off with the fluffy towel he held between his strong hands.

Her head bent to one side as he gingerly patted her neck and shoulders, the soft material of the towel brushing against her alabaster skin. His large hands, surprisingly gentle and sure in their administration. His dark brow furrowed in thought as he moved the baby pink bath sheet from the curve of her neck down to her tiny wrists. Leaning back against his chest, she turned her head slightly to look at him from the corners of her eyes, smiling softly to herself as she noticed the look of contentment upon his face. Between a sigh and a moan, she rested against his body, as her fingers lazily running up and down his furry, muscular thighs.

Her bottom squirming against him, she could feel his renewed need for her, pressing against her with increasing urgency. A low moan escaping from her lips, as she unconsciously rolled her hips back and forth against his hardness.

The towel he had been holding in his hands just moments before, dropped without a thought to the floor, as his hands reached around and started to tug and roll her turgid nipples between his long fingers. Lifting one hand, her arm crooked she tangled her fingers in his dark hair, before pulling his head down to hers. Her mouth eagerly seeking out his, sucking his lower lip into hers, chewing gently with her teeth, before snaking her tongue into his mouth. Grazing against his Ümraniye Escort teeth, sweeping along the insides of his mouth, exploring with growing fervor.

One hand gliding from her sensitive nipple, past her tummy, to her mound. Slowly, dragging one fingertip from the top of her still swollen pussy lips, slipping just between her shaven slit, before sliding down to her entrance.

The smell of sex permeating the air, as thick as the steam from the earlier shower, rolling off their bodies, filling the large tiled bathroom.

Grinding her ass against his hard dick, as she pulled her mouth away from his, her lips finding their way to the crook of his neck as her hands follow his in play of her wet cunt. Her small, delicate fingers guiding his strong, powerful ones to her burgeoning clit. Shivering with delight, pressing her body even more firmly, against his powerful chest. With her right hand over his, guiding him even more urgently, to stroke her clit in smaller circles.

Her tongue lapping the small bite marks, in between nipping his neck with her teeth, as her excitement grew. Her ass aggressively pushing against his hot cock, his huge cum filled balls straining to be released.

While his long fingers increased the tempo against her button, his left hand released the grip he had on her nipple long enough to reach between their moist bodies. Lifting her slightly from his lap, he grasped his thick shaft with his hand, before poising İstanbul Escort it at her anus.

Simultaneously raising his hips while pulling her body down, in one swift motion, impaling her on his hard member.

Her big brown eyes, momentarily, widening in shock before glazing over with heavy lids. The huge orbs rolling back into her head just before closing completely to reopen them. Looking her lover straight in the eye, their gazes steadily watching one another as she winced with the strange mixture of pain and pleasure. Her pearly teeth drawing a small amount of blood from the lip she had trapped between them.

A low animalistic guttural growl emitting from deep within her throat, her body quivering, she began to use her legs to move up and down his length.

The fingers on his right hand moving down to her dripping pussy, burying them deep inside her, as his thumb started rubbing her clit with renewed fervor. Sharply yanking her head back by her wet hair, roughly sucking on her creamy throat. As he instinctively felt her body quickly approaching her orgasm, his hips began bucking in an upward motion just as his fingers jammed inside her, the fingertips reaching to stroke her G-spot, the thumb pressing even harder against her swollen button.

Her body pauses seconds, before it starts the jerky dance, signaling her climax. Her mouth closing before reopening in the shape of an O, her breaths coming in short puffs. A second long silent Anadolu Yakası Escort scream, before her voice found its way out, a long moan of release emitting from deep within.

Within seconds of her own climax, unable to hold back any longer, his strong body began twitching. Grunting loudly while muttering ‘Oh fuckkk’ …..and with one final thrust upwards far inside her anal canal… he emptied his tight, full balls. In a seemingly never ending orgasm, squirting his spunk in a huge gush deep into her tight ass.

His thumb slowed its movement, his fingers that were still buried inside her slit slowly moved caressingly out onto her folds. Wrapping his left arm around her waist, embracing her in a hug, he softly kissed her neck and shoulders. Sighing with contentment, her hands once again stroke the outside of his thighs. Turning her head to the side to look at his handsome face, while smiling at him smugly.

Thinking to himself, he thought he could almost hear her purring like a lil kitty. Broadly grinning back at her, he said “So how was that for an encore, sugar?”

Grinning mischievously now, she replied, “Hmmmm I’m not quite sure, maybe another curtain call is in order before I can form adequate opinion.”

With a booming laugh he hugged her small body tighter to him, before answering back …. “I’m sure that can be arranged shortly sweetheart, as soon as all the performers have had a little intermission.”

~*~ I so do hope that you enjoyed the second part to the Shower Surprise as much as I enjoyed the telling of it. Please do not forget to vote, your feedback means a great deal to me. Keep those letters coming, I enjoy reading them and your input is tremendous to a novice such as myself. 🙂 ….. His_kitty ~*~

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The plane, a twenty four year old, twin propellered Sentinel was two hours late in taking off from Tutuila International Airport, more affectionately known as Pago Pago Café, Samoa. It had been a radio fault that caused the delay and with the control tower’s permission had begun to roll down the apron preparatory to lining up at the far end of the runway for takeoff. Rain, that had been forecast, had just began to fall and the co-pilot was advised over the fixed radio, that they were now more than likely to hit heavy weather south west of Fiji on the flight to Brisbane.

But for that radio fault, the aircraft would have missed the storm and not be heading into it and this story would not have been written. The plane, on charter to the Samoan Council, carried a pilot and a co-pilot, both Australians and two stewardesses, one an Australian and the other was a Kiwi from New Zealand. Maximum passengers would be eighty six, though on this flight, they had fourteen empty seats so seventy six souls took to the air for the city of Brisbane. Also, the aircraft carried ten pallets of tuna fish from the cannery of Pago Pago for the Australian market.

The emergency drill patter had been performed and all were seated as the plane took to the air to swing on its course for Australia.

‘Welcome aboard flight Sam two one four,’ the small speakers throughout the cabin crackled. ‘This is your Captain speaking, name of Chris Jones and my co-pilot is Dennis Raymond. We apologise for the late take off, but we’ve got to have a radio that works. We’ll be flying at approximately thirty five thousand feet and arrive at Brisbane at approximately midnight. Dinner will be served shortly and we hope you will enjoy the flight.’ He clicked off the speaker.

‘You didn’t mention the bad weather ahead,’ Raymond said from his seat on the right.

‘No. Let them have their dinner in peace,’ Jones replied. ‘We might just be able to avoid it.’

In the main cabin, the stewardesses had unclipped their seat belts and went to the miniscule galley and pulled out the drinks trolley and began to serve everyone who wanted a drink before their meal. The seat belt sign and no smoking lights went off and the passengers began to relax. Being a chartered plane, they didn’t quite follow the rules of the larger airlines by banning the smoking of cigarettes on their flight, though it was a question asked when the seats were allocated so as to have the smokers towards the rear end of the plane. Most of these lit up when the sign went off.

Debra, the Australian stewardess served the drinks off to the port side passengers, while Tiki, the New Zealander, served those on the starboard side. The same as on a ship, the port side is on the left as you look forward and starboard is to the right, and, though not visible from the cabin, the wing tips carry a red light for port and green for starboard and a white light shining forward beneath the belly of the aircraft.

This is to advise any person from seeing these lights at any angle can tell in which direction the ship or aircraft is travelling in the darkness.

The galley was also equipped with a locker that was really a large microwave oven, switched on earlier for heating the pre-cooked dinners and with the drinks served, these sealed meals were then doled out. The choice was either chicken, Australian style, or a Samoan rice dish. The forward passengers all had a choice but sometimes the rear end ones had to take whatever was left if the rest all opted for one only. The captain and co-pilot always had a different one each, for like all airlines, they were not allowed to both have the same meal at the same time. It was a safeguard against food poisoning, though neither of these two had ever experienced this, they still followed this rule.

Just over an hour out from Tutuila the pilot picked up the tower of Nandi airport at Tuva, Fiji and got a confirmed fix and knew they were still on course. Also, they would definitely hit the storm which had really built up in the last hour.

‘We have just been advised,’ the captain said into his handset that let the passengers hear him, ‘that we will experience some turbulent weather very shortly. Please return to your seats and fasten the belts.’

As he clicked off, Raymond pressed the button to illuminate the seat belt sign that was above each seat.

‘No smoking sign?’ He queried of the captain.

‘Not yet,’ was the answer as he tightened his own belt and concentrated on his flying.

Three minutes later they hit the outer edge of the predicted storm. At first it was just a sickening drop of two hundred feet as the air disappeared from beneath them, it being sucked into the tempestuously violent winds. These latter then began to toss them from side to side as it battled to fight against this intruder into its own airspace.

Heavy rain bombarded the windscreen making it impossible to see out, though this really made no difference for it being night and that they were already flying on instruments. The Göztepe Escort pilot began to lift the aeroplane higher, hoping to get above the storm as they saw the lightning flash across the sky ahead of them.

The aircraft shook and shuddered the first time it was hit by one such bolt, but after sustaining four in quick succession, all the instruments went haywire.

‘Christ!’ exclaimed Jones at the quick sudden shocks as he struggled to hold the wheel in his hands firm.

‘We’ve lost instrumentation,’ Raymond cried out as the needles of various dials went either round and round or oscillated from one side to another. He too was grimly hanging onto his yoke to try and help the captain keep the aircraft stable.

What they didn’t know was that they were very quickly being pushed further north by the very strong winds as they were still being hit by lightning.

‘Get on to Nandi and tell them what we’ve hit, to warn others and give us a navigational fix,’ Jones said to Raymond, his teeth chattering as he spoke. Not from fear but from the sheer buffeting they were getting.

Just as Raymond began to speak, the radio behind him seemed to explode as a lightning strike came down through and shorted out the whole panel.

‘Radio’s gone,’ he shouted to the captain, the noise from outside rising in crescendo as they were now being hit by hail. Hail in the Pacific? But it was fact as they could see large chunks of white ice shatter on the screen in a relentless stream, hoping that the glass would hold up to this constant battering.

In spite of the seat belt sign, both Debra and Tiki were moving up and down the aisle, hanging onto the backs of seats as they collected sick bags and gave out fresh ones.

Jones and Raymond, for nearly an hour, fought the controls of the plane until the final straw came. Only it wasn’t a straw but another bolt of lightning that hit the portside engine and blew it to pieces and at the same time, split the wing’s fuel tanks.

Passengers began to scream at the sight of this trailing flame from the wing and the sudden lurch, not the first, but a more sickening one, to this side, making the flame actually begin to lick at the outside of the small windows on that side.

With superhuman effort, both Jones and Raymond managed to bring the plane onto a level flight path, much lower than before but were at least being able to keep it stabilised as the aircraft began to slowly lose height with only one engine for power.

Even though he knew the radio was out, Raymond kept sending out a mayday call in the faint hope that he could be heard though they couldn’t receive. He’d already activated the engine fire extinguisher and it had lessened the flames, but not put the fire out completely.

‘We going to ditch?’ Raymond asked as he struggled with his yoke.

‘It looks like it. The altimeter has gone mad so we’ve got to go down to see where we are and try and set her down on land if we can see any, if not, the water. I’d best prepare them,’ and he triggered the speaker for the passenger cabin.

‘Attention please. Do not be alarmed about the fire to the port side engine. I am about to put the plane into a dive to put out the bloody flames and I’m afraid that I’m going to have to land. Either on land or in the water. So please recheck your seat belts and brace yourself when I call out to brace. You’ve had the emergency drill told to you. You have a few minutes to refresh yourselves of this by looking at the card in the pocket of the seat in front of you. This applies to the two stewardesses as well. Good luck to us all,’ he said and clicked off his hand set and helped his co-pilot in getting the aircraft lower in a shallow dive and was successful in extinguishing the flames to the port engine and wing.

‘Christ! We’re fucking low Chris,’ Dennis exclaimed, using his captain’s Christian name whilst in the cockpit which was not a normal practice. Off duty was a different matter.

‘Not low enough yet. The fire’s out this side but I still can’t see the water. We’ve got to go lower,’ and so the pair of them while keeping the aircraft level, dropped slowly down until Raymond cried out.

‘Land! I’m sure of it!’

They were more into squalls now than the actual storm but with his controls beginning to feel sluggish, the captain knew that he had to land the damn thing. In between the intermittent gaps in the rain, he too saw that the land was indeed there and that it looked more of an island.

It was ahead and slightly off to the left and this made it easier for them to veer the plane that way.

‘Look for a clear stretch of land or beach,’ Jones called out as he strained his own eyes for somewhere to land.

‘I can’t see anything now from my side,’ he complained as the plane banked to port.

‘Well I can see a beach, so I’m going to go right round and level off for it,’ he said. Dropping down to about five hundred feet, they were below the storm and just had the rain to contend with and now Raymond could İstanbul Escort see the phosphorescence of the water breaking on the shore.

‘Yes, yes,’ he cried. ‘About half a mile ahead. Well done Chris. Now just get the bugger down.’

‘Undercarriage down,’ Jones ordered, ‘half flaps,’ and then concentrated on that faint strip that was dead ahead of him. He flicked the switch for the speaker.

‘There’s a beach below where I’m going to land so, brace, brace, brace!’ and flicked the switch off and watched the beach come closer and closer to him as he let the plane down to meet it. He felt the thump as the landing gear came down and locked.

‘I’m aiming to put down as close to the water as possible. The sand will be much firmer there and maybe we can run along it and hope to stop before it runs out,’ he said to Raymond through gritted teeth as he throttled back to just above stalling speed as they dropped closer and closer to the beach.

‘What’s that black line that runs from the trees to the water?’ Raymond asked as they began to drop the last few feet.

‘I don’t…..oh fuck!’ and pulled with all his strength at the yoke to try and lift the aircraft but didn’t have a third hand to increase the power, and also tried to turn the plane to starboard towards the sea.

They hadn’t known that this was a volcanic island that they were trying to land on and that this black thing that ran from the trees across the beach and into the water was a ridge of solid lava.

*

In the cabin when the captain announced that he was going to get

the plane down, Both stewardesses, in spite of the motions of the aircraft, still checked that each passenger had their safety belts properly secured before taking to their own seats. Debra had her fold up seat at the front, her back to the cockpit wall while Tiki had hers at the rear end by the toilet door.

From where they both sat, buckled up, they saw all the heads disappear onto their folded arms when they heard the voice of the captain telling them to brace. They too then followed suit and they could hear the sudden murmuring of most of the passengers saying their prayers to God.

There were a few screams as the plane suddenly appeared to lurch to the right and then came the horrendous noise as several hundred tons of aircraft being brought to an almost immediate stop from a speed of about one hundred and fifty miles an hour.

Captain Chris Jones had failed to clear the ridge and the under-carriage struck and was savagely torn from the fuselage. The nose wheel had made it across but the power wasn’t there to lift the rest of the plane high enough to get the main landing wheels over. As these ripped away, this fragmentary pause caused the nose of the plane to dip and bury itself into the sand at the water’s edge. Simultaneously, in trying to turn to starboard, the wing tip caught the ridge too, twisting the aircraft as it began to stand on its crumbling nose.

The weight of ten tons of tinned tuna snapped their restraints and at the apogee of the aircraft’s somersault, shifted with alarming speed towards and through the forward bulkhead. On its passage downwards, the tops of the pallets began shearing the bolts that held the passenger seats, releasing them too.

From about the middle section of the passenger cabin, these seats with the occupants strapped in, hurled down to crush those sitting there into the backs of the seats in front of them, which in turn then smashed into the next and so on like a domino effect.

Debra had not the time to scream as these seats and passengers crushed her as they all then smashed through into the tilted cockpit burying both Jones and Raymond. This all took a fraction of a second as the plane stood on its nose and most of the planes occupants died at that point.

The forward momentum continued as the plane carried on its somersault, twisting as it landed on its back, having a whip lash effect on the tail section which sheered away from the main fuselage to bounce and finish in the upright position in a depth of about six foot of sea water.

The noise had been horrendous with the screeching of metal being torn apart that would have drowned the screams, if any, of the dying passengers as the plane came to rest in a welter of spray with those passengers whose seats were still bolted to the floor, upside down with their upper bodies underwater. They drowned if they hadn’t suffered broken necks before they could release their seat belts.

The rear section of the plane had landed over twenty feet away from the main fuselage and was in the upright position facing the gaping hole that it had once been attached to. The sudden silence was almost deafening to those that had survived and the only noise to be heard was the falling rain and the slap of waves.

In this section, the configuration of seating was a single fold up seat at the rear for a stewardess, two rows of two seats either side before it became three seats either side. It was just in front Anadolu Yakası Escort of the three seat row that the split had occurred though with the whip of its parting, had taken the legs off the three passengers seated on the starboard side. One was already dead and the other two were rapidly losing the fight and died within a few minutes.

Then came the groans of those twelve survivors as they felt their bruised thighs and aching heads and muscles, trying to comprehend what had just happened. From point of impact until they finished up in this position took just two seconds. They had been in the braced position and with the cabin lights on, staring at the carpeted floor and now they were in darkness and could feel the rain blowing in on them.

‘What the fuck happened?’ came an American voice from the, what was now the front row seat by the window.

‘I think we have just crashed,’ came the dry reply from the back row. Now came the sobs and crying from the female passengers.

‘Oh my God,’ cried one sobbing voice.

‘We crashed?’ came a bewildered voice.

‘Well we’re not in the bloody air for there’s water just in front of me,’ came another American voice with a sarcastic tone.

‘Get me out of here,’ came the high pitched scream of a female which was followed up by the sound of a heavy slap that cut off the screaming.

‘We’d better get out,’ came the dry voice again which had the modulated tone of being English. He was in the rear seat, portside, next to the window and he put his arm round the shoulders of the girl sitting next to him who was gently sobbing.

‘You’re safe now. Buck up and let’s get out shall we.’ If things had been normal, she would have slapped him for his hand was fumbling near her groin as he tried with one hand to release her belt buckle, but it went un-noticed in the circumstances. He could hear other seat belts being undone and as he tried to help her to get up, another pair of hands came out of the gloom to pull her up. In the near darkness, he saw that it was Tiki, the stewardess who was helping her out into the now very short aisle. They moved back to allow him to get out too. The back two rows were now getting to their feet but of the three living at the open end stayed seated for there wasn’t any floor for them to stand on.

‘Oh shit!’ said the man nearest the aisle, looking across at the other three. ‘They’ve lost their fucking legs!’

The Englishman moved past those now out in the small aisle and bent over the backs of these three seats and felt the necks of all three but couldn’t find any pulse.

‘They’ve gone,’ he said quietly, and then looked out at the main body of the aircraft but couldn’t see anything move for he was really looking into the belly of the plane not really comprehending that it was upside down. This was only apparent when they were out on the sand and could see it properly. He could see that they were about fifteen feet from the water’s edge and the sand beyond.

‘I’ll see how deep it is,’ he said to those at the rear end, now all standing up. ‘Get ready to follow me if it’s okay.’ With that, he went to the end of the aisle and jumped out into the water. No sooner had his head gone under, he felt the sand beneath his feet. He came up and then pushed himself down again to guess that with him being six foot exactly, the water depth was about seven to eight feet.

‘Okay,’ he called up. ‘Eight feet. Start jumping down and I’ll catch you.’ The first to comply were the three Americans in the front seats, jumping down almost at the same time, one of them landing right on top of the Englishman. He spluttered out sea water when he surfaced to remonstrate, but the three were already wading ashore.

‘One at a time please,’ he cried out. ‘They nearly drowned me.’

‘I’ll give you a hand,’ a male voice called out from above, his accent was that of an Australian and he landed in the water. So they trod water as the females began to drop down for their arms to be caught as they splashed into the sea. It only took a few swimming strokes to be able to stand and then wade ashore. Second to last was Tiki, followed by the last person who was another male.

‘Thanks buddy,’ he said as he surfaced, betraying the fact that he too was an American. The three men now swam those few strokes and soon waded ashore to find the others sitting on the sand watching them come ashore.

It was still raining but not very heavy and there was just enough night light to be able to recognise faces of those who had been sitting at the rear end of the plane. Two of the girls were still crying and being comforted by another, huddling together for warmth too.

‘Another fine mess you’ve got me into Stanley,’ one of the American’s quipped in a shaky voice.

‘Oh shut up Drew,’ the biggest of them all said. He too was an American and stood about six four and looked like he might have been a football forward judging by his size. ‘Let’s get up to the trees now we’re all off and get ourselves sorted out,’ he said, and not waiting to see if anyone had heard, began to trudge up the sand towards the tree line. The Englishman noted that he had been one of the three in the front seat who had jumped out first and that the other two knew him for they followed at once.

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*Oghma here. I do apologize that this one took so long, but I think you all understand why my schedule would be thrown out of whack. But here we are, Chapter 5. I’ll do my best to try and get these out more regularly under the circumstances. I don’t usually do this, but I have to warn you all that this story has gotten even darker. Maybe it’s my mood, but this just felt like the best way to progress it. I hope you all enjoy it, and I’ll see you next time. *

**Disclaimer: Excessive sizes, unrealistic anatomy, and some dark subject matter ahead. All persons depicted within are of 18 years or older**

Matthew took a big bite off his fork, and almost immediately regretted it. The pasta was all soggy and overcooked, just a hair away from being mush. Despite this, he could still somehow tell that the noodles were of low quality, like something one got out of a bottom shelf discount bag. The cheese sauce just tasted of frugality, it was the cheaply made processed sauce one would usually make with a powder and some butter, not the freshly made one he knew too well from back home. In some attempt to spice it up, it was dusted with breadcrumbs, which only gave it an additional texture of dirt and grit blended into the mix. To make matters worse, it had clearly been cooked some time ago and reheated, further cooking out what little flavor it still had. Without a doubt, this was the worst macaroni and cheese he had ever tasted. But alas, he really didn’t have any better options right now, and did his best to choke it down. He’d picked it out of today’s entrees for whatever reason, probably in some attempt to remind himself of home. But all it really did was make him even more homesick. Right now, he missed his mother’s buffalo chicken mac A lacey red full-cup bra with just enough lift to show off her ample cleavage while still demonstrating their impressive weight, with a matching pair of thong panties so sheer he could see the cleft of her pussy underneath. Glossy lipstick, the exact same shade as her underwear, adorned her plump lips, practically begging him to kiss them. At the moment, she looked positively radiant, like some sort of angel of fertility and eroticism.

“Himawari!” he exclaimed, rushing over to the bed. “I thought I’d lost you! I was worried I’d never see you again- “

“Shhh” she whispered, placing a finger to her pouty dick suckers. “It’s okay Matthew… we’re back together now. Just you and me…” Automatically, he climbed onto the bed after her, only now did he realize he was completely undressed. He probably would have found it unusual if he wasn’t so turned on at the moment. “Now come here…” she continued, drawing him into an embrace, their faces now mere millimeters away from each other. “I want you…now!” With that, she kissed him aggressively. Matthew matched her kisses eagerly, their tongues danced erotically once again.

Matthew’s arms reached outward and gripped Himawari’s expansive backside, kneading and fondling the soft flesh lewdly. After a few moments of this, his fingers made their way to the sides of her panties. With deft finesse, he gripped them and pulled them down. Although he wanted to give the kiss the attention it deserved, Matthew couldn’t help but look down at her beautiful pussy cleft. Although he’d seen it quite a few times before, somehow right now it just looked so lovely and tantalizing… like an oasis in a desert almost. And given how wet she obviously was, that metaphor wasn’t entirely an exaggeration; Pussy juices drenched her so thoroughly it shimmered in the dim light, practically begging for him to lap them all up. With all hesitation gone, Matthew broke off the kiss and made his way downward between her exceptionally thicc thighs. Just as he was about to dive right in, he heard a voice ring through the air. “Don’t…” Himawari said softly and pleadingly, causing Matthew to look upwards in surprise.

“Huh?”

“There’s no need to get me warmed-up Matthew…” she soothed, reaching around to unhook her bra. “I’m all wet and ready for you. I know you missed me so much, just as I missed you. Right now, you want nothing more than to mount me like the stud you are…” she continued as she removed the bra, letting her tremendous Anadolu Yakası Escort globes bounce free in the open air. The erotic sight briefly distracted Matthew, his gaze focused on her hard, deep brown nipples and soft jiggly flesh. They seemed even bigger than he remembered them, more…maternal if that made any sense. She was right of course, Himawari was always good at reading him. “I want you to breed me again Matthew.” That shook him out of his trance. Matthew’s mouth and eyes simultaneously opened in shock.

“W-what?” he gasped.

“I said… I want you to breed me again.” She repeated, her tone soothing and sensual. “I want you to take me, to fuck me hard and fast over and over again, to cum right inside my womb, to drown my ovaries in your load so that there’s no doubt I won’t get pregnant… Come on…knock me up!” Matthew hesitated for a few seconds. Sure, he’d gotten her pregnant already, but that was by accident! But was it really so bad? Himawari wasn’t just his first and only, she was the most wonderful and caring person he had ever known, the one who soothed his nerves and talked him through his doubts…and she was the woman he loved. Why wouldn’t he want to raise a big happy family with her? He then looked back up at her. The moment their eyes met again all hesitation was cast out of his mind.

“Himawari…” was the only word he could say as he made his way back upward, his engorged cock in hand. Following his lead, Himawari lay back on the bed and parted her legs, presenting herself as best she could. Carefully yet eagerly, Matthew aimed the tip of his cock at her most opening and pressed forward. As always, her pussy put up a little bit of resistance. His tip mashed against her hole almost painfully, smearing his ample pre-cum around. But eventually, he found just the right amount of give and slid himself inside. Both of them let out a gasp of pleasure. Matthew had almost forgotten how tight, hot and wet she was. Her pussy coiled around him exquisitely, gripping him in its soft embrace. While there was still resistance, he could tell how eager she was to have him deeper inside her, and Matthew wasn’t one to deny a lady what she wanted.

“Yes…yes…yessss…” Himawari moaned erotically, clutching at Matthew’s back as if she didn’t want to let him go. Back and forth he pistoned, creating a lewd melody of wet smacks generated from their coupling. Matthew meanwhile was grunting and gasping like an animal lost in rut. If they weren’t smushed into the bedding, Himawari’s cheeks would be clapping in unison. Still, it wasn’t like he really cared what kind of noise they were making right now. “Come on…harder…faster…breed me!” Himawari pleaded. Something about those last words just resonated with Matthew in a way he never thought possible, urging him on to fulfill that most basic and essential of purposes. Somehow, despite his current mental state being clouded by pleasure, his mind found itself drifting back to what Himawari had sent to him when they first met; “any God that made us would want us to follow our urges, to freely enjoy each other in the most primal and intimate way. Just as birds must fly and fish must swim, so should Breeders breed.” The words rang clearly in his head, if he wasn’t so distracted at the moment, he might have wondered why it almost felt like he was actually hearing them. She was just as right now as she was back then. How could this be anything but his ingrained purpose?

“Take it!” he growled, his hips now moving at a frenzied speed. Dirty talk really wasn’t a strength of his yet. Well, it seemed he would now be able to work on it again. Juices flowed rapidly from their joined nethers, splattering the both of them in a cocktail of sexual fluids. Himawari was spasming and warbling like crazy, her voice constantly escalating towards the screams she was prone to when she reached her peak. Through the corner of his eye, Matthew noticed that Himawari was gripping the sheets as if her life depended on it. She must be cumming like crazy right now, somehow that extra knowledge managed to draw out his more primal urges. With another loud growl, Matthew clutched her wide hips and drove forward hard. The only thing that Pendik Escort halted his advance was the barrier of her cervix, somehow still not ready for him as it was closed shut. Pistoning back and forth, Matthew clenched his teeth so hard he worried they might shatter. The frustration was seriously building up inside him, as he was so close to what he desired more than anything in the world right now. Every time he “kissed” her cervix it only served to rile him up even further.

“YESSSS!! FUCK MY PUSSY!” Himawari’s moans had escalated to full on screams. “DEEPER!!” she pleaded, as if it wasn’t obvious that Matthew was trying as hard as he could. Again and again he kept prodding at her barrier. Little by little it dilated and opened up, slowly making itself ready for him. Finally, he felt that last bit of give and with a load roar pushed as hard as he could into her. What little resistance remained proved no match for Matthew, and the last of his cock finally sank inside Himawari completely, filling her all the way to her otherwise empty womb. “AH!” Himawari gasped, her eyes and mouth were open wide in an expression of shock, indicating that her repeated climaxes had now gone to a mind-shattering level. Out of a desire to spare her sanity and relish the sensation of being hilted, Matthew held his position for a minute or two. Precum splattered the inside, coating the inner walls and pooling on the bottom. Matthew idly wondered if that would be enough to get her pregnant. But whether or not that would happen, he decided that he had given her enough of a breather, there was no way he was about to leave it up to chance.

“AH! AH! AHHHHH!!” Himawari’s screams echoed through the bedroom at a deafening volume. But Matthew was far too gone to care. His hips were now a blur, smacking back and forth at a pace that rivaled his best sprinting speed, while his massive balls swung forward to spank her equally massive ass. Somehow, he didn’t feel a thing in this rush, his sense of pain dulled in order to focus on more important tasks like seeding her. “BREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she hollered, her pleas rapidly devolving into mindless babbling. Not that Matthew needed her to tell him to do that. Before too long, he felt the now familiar churning in his balls, and knew he would be cumming soon, and there was only one place where he could.

“I’m…CUMMING!” he yelled, hilting himself one last time before firing off. Shot after shot of pearly white jizz filled Himawari’s womb, quickly bloating it and inflating her belly. She let out a long, satisfied sigh as he seeded her, clutching to him as best she could to ensure he succeeded at his primal task. His orgasm lasted quite a long time before it finally subsided, the fatigue suddenly hitting Matthew and causing him to collapse onto Himawari. For a good long while, they just lay there breathing heavily. Eventually, after catching their breath, the two lovers drew their faces close and began to kiss sweetly and tenderly. “I love you…” Matthew whispered to her between kisses. It was quite a while before Himawari broke off from him with one last peck.

“Didn’t that feel good Matthew?” she purred, flashing him a warm and reassuring smile.

“Yeah…!” he replied with a dazed, dopy smile of his own.

“Do you see how much better it feels when you follow your nature rather than deny it?” she continued. “Isn’t it so much better when we’re honest with ourselves?”

“Yeah…yeah I guess so?” Matthew replied, his mood changing quickly to confusion. Something was off about Himawari’s speech here, it wasn’t quite like the way she usually talked.

“It can be like this all the time… if you only desire it.” She said, looking directly at him. Her expression had suddenly changed, it was now solemn and serious.

“What do you mean? Of course I- “it then dawned on Matthew. “Wait, no!” he exclaimed in denial, reaching towards her as she seemed to rush further and further away from him somehow. “Himawari!! Don’t leave me!” was all he managed to say before the dream ended in a flash and he bolted upright. He spent a few moments gathering his thoughts and coming back down to Earth. Himawari had never been here, he was still Kurtköy Escort in the rehabilitation center, and had been having a lewd dream. He then glanced over at the nightstand and took note of the alarm clock. 1:30 AM. Still another 6 hours before they had to be at the chapel for morning prayer. With an exasperated sigh, he fell back down onto the bed.

For quite some time, Matthew just stared up at the ceiling, unable to go back to sleep. It had been a long day, what with the orientation and all the exercises they were making him do. At least the housing was pretty nice; They gave everybody small apartments with a large common sitting room in the middle. No fridges since they had to eat in the cafeteria and no TV or Internet lest they get exposed to anything. He was assigned a roommate with separate bedrooms for each of them, and luckily for him he’d ended up rooming with Marcus. One could call it a stroke of fate, but given the circumstances he couldn’t really say it was good fortune. Apparently, every night he would be visited by one of the staff at around 10. Just to make sure that they were okay, or more accurately to make sure they weren’t sinning. The closest thing to any kind of external contact was a landline phone, normally it was only able to call other people in the program, but right now theirs wasn’t able to call anyone.

Was this really what his life was going to be like for the foreseeable future? A glorified prison with gilded bars, where he would remain until he fell in line with an image contrary to his inner nature? Every now and then, his mind drifted back to Himawari. Evidently, he still couldn’t keep her out of his mind. Perhaps that was a sign of how much he cared for her; if his feelings weren’t so strong it wouldn’t hurt this much. And what of their baby? Matthew couldn’t help but worry for the little one. He supposed that he would have wanted to have a child with Himawari eventually, but so soon after they just met? Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry at her. For whatever reason, he wanted nothing more than to be with her when the big day finally came. Even if not as her lover, he had to be there for the birth of his firstborn. If only he knew how to get out of here quickly enough.

All of the sudden, Matthew noticed some strange sounds emanating from behind his bedroom door. Footsteps, slight whooshing noises and grunts. What could they be? Well, he certainly wasn’t going to be sleeping anytime soon. Matthew stood up and walked over to the door. Once he opened it, he peered through to see Marcus; Shadowboxing in the common room. Somehow, he hadn’t been distracted enough to miss Matthew, and turned his head to face him.

“Can’t sleep either?” he asked gruffly.

“N-no…” Matthew replied. “What um…what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? Shadowboxing.” Marcus replied, returning to his activity.

“Oh, are you a boxer?”

“Boxing, Muay Thai, Catch and Greco-Roman Wrestling…” Marcus said, not missing a beat. “I was training for MMA before I ended up here.”

“Oh wow, that’s really cool!” Matthew gushed.

“Yeah, it would be. But they don’t really let me train out here.” He answered, throwing a right hook.

“Why not?”

“Why do you think? Getting two sweaty shirtless guys rolling on the ground entwined in each other? Nah, too homoerotic for them.” He answered with a soft laugh. “We’re supposed to cut out all temptations, so no grappling training. They don’t even have a heavy bag in the gym… this is all I can do.”

“Oh…” Matthew muttered, looking down. “I guess I see.” Marcus stopped, and turned over to face him.

“So why can’t you sleep?” he asked. Matthew paused for a good long time.

“It’s…complicated.” He finally answered.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“…No…no not right now.” He replied. “I just… I just need more time to think about what I’ve done.” Marcus contemplated what he said for a few minutes before he finally spoke up.

“How much do you buy what they’re saying?” Matthew was taken aback by the bluntness of the question. He really didn’t expect to hear something like that.

“W-what do you mean?” he stammered in bewilderment.

“This whole abstinence and chastity bullshit.” Said Marcus. “Do you really think you’ve sinned against some God just because you had sex out of wedlock?”

“Yes! Yes of course!” Matthew replied automatically, not really rationalizing what he said before he already had.

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Dedicated to Dacia

—–

The only difference between the white haired men with blank stares and me was a single song lyric. I had been riding the train into the city for eighteen months and five days to do a job that was just a job. I was a technical consultant, pimped out by a staffing firm over three to six month contracts to companies needing an extra pair of hands. The city was where I was in demand, so I got used to catching a 6:30am train, being at work exactly 8 1/2 hours and catching the 4:27pm train to what I called home.

An old man with white fringe crowning his head, showed me how to do the commute. He had a blank stare that saw nothing even while I fidgeted in front of his eyes; he was in snooze mode. On that eighth trip into the city I spent the hour subtly trying to fill some of the emptiness in him. He was thoroughly programmed however and it did not work. The next morning I looked into the eyes of other passengers separating those with years of experience and those with something else. Some people rode the train with sleep in their eyes while others had the excitement of ambition working on them like an amphetamine giving them a false look of wakefulness. The old man rode it with only the awareness necessary to hit snooze.

6:00 am get out of bed, hit snooze.

6:12 am start the car, hit snooze.

6:27 am get on the train, hit snooze.

6:35 am put the train pass away, hit snooze.

7:19 am get off the train, hit snooze.

7:26 am wake up at the sound of the one-serving coffee machine.

From that day on, I spent the hour and a half to my cup of coffee trying to push aside a song lyric that desperately held on to something else.

I hated the Barry Manilow mornings. It would have been better if it were the whole song that played in my head during the commute. Life does not like train riders that much though.

I do not know many times I sang: ‘And I need you today, oh Mandy” in an hour. It was more than ‘I write the songs that make the young girls cry’. The worst was “Copacabana”, an hour of ‘But just who shot who?’ or ‘She would meringue and do the cha-cha’ was mind numbing. Even for “Copa” there were layers of worse and worser; the master of evil mornings was ‘Her name was Lola’. Not even a complete lyric, it made the hour seem endless and had me wishing to be an old white haired man that disliked work holidays because it separated him from the comfort of routine.

On the fifth morning of the nineteenth month, I had a master “Copacabana” morning; I had introduced Lola several hundred times when the train made the next to last stop. I noticed it, hoping it would stop me from joining Lola as she lost her mind. Healthy, happy women entered the train car; I needed someone other than Lola to be real for a few seconds so I watched them from the corner of my eye.

It did not work and as the train pulled away Barry worked his magic on my mind.

“Her name was Lola”

“Her name was Lola”

“Her name was Lola”

“Her name was Lola”

“She was a showgirl”

“With yellow feathers in her hair,”

“And a dress cut down to there.”

Something was different but my mind was too somnolent to stop.

“She would meringue”

“And do the cha-cha”

It was the cha-cha that broke through the drill that was as mindless as the one that got the old men to work. I did not say cha-cha like that. The word had been sung with the heaviness of the beat of two hard thrusts into a woman. Her perfume poured in through my nose, much stronger than the coffee smell that stopped the song lyric every morning. It felt like my soul had been dropped from the top of a skyscraper sailing, falling, and impacting on my corpse lying on the sidewalk.

“AAAARRRGGHH!!”

It was the fear of waking up from a falling dream; the other passengers did not hear it but I did as the two parts of me slammed together.

I turned my head.

She drowned me in the embrace. The force of her kiss helped reconcile my soul with my body. Even as my hand went up to grab her hair, I knew her ass was swaying, tempting even the old men to taste her youth by giving it the pat it had been made for.

I was waking up rapidly but not fast enough to catch her as she pulled away.

“Now that was something I missed while I was out trying to be a star,” she said.

She gave me the smile that I had hoped was only mine. She brought her lips back to me. It was a soft kiss less than the ones she once woke me with, but more than any we had ever shared.

She smiled at me again before she joined the flock of healthy, happy women. I heard the questions they asked her about me. I was a nobody who rode the 6:30 am train waiting to be an old man with a blank stare.

“… because he fucked like an unbroken stallion!” she said loud enough to make everyone on the train take notice of me. “And he had the cock to do it with. Plus, if you hear him on his guitar, you’ll know you’ve arrived.”

The old woman across from me smiled Maltepe Escort at the faint memory of being young.

“They were young and they had each other, who could ask for more?” I whispered.

That was Dacia.

—–

I was on the next to last week of a four month assignment to help a company do a full desktop and domain rollover. It had taken a month to get off the ground because they had not thought things through nor had they done the proper testing. I helped enormously during the early growing pains and my two co-consultants thought an offer of permanency was coming.

We used a windowless room by the wiring cabinet and freight elevator as our workspace. We had developed a system to get the work done efficiently. The first two days of the week were for building the machines, installing software, and moving people that only needed to be pointed to the new domain. The next two days were spent stroking the time out of the people we needed away from their desks. Fridays were reserved for massaging people over the fear of change that came from losing the comfort of habit.

I was 35 minutes early every morning but on Fridays I usually had nothing to do. I did not need coffee or want to read my mail that morning so my co-workers were surprised that I had started the first set of automated builds for our last week. I got the seating map out and looked to pin down where the last people we would be pointing to the new domain sat.

One of our guys followed me out to the office space. They were computer geeks, so to speak, and were not used to working in a place where more than half the population was female. Since this contract was with a music conglomerate, it made it even more different than usual.

These people were hip.

They all listened to different music with the only commonality seeming to be that there was no mainstream/pop music. We would go from an office with African drums, to one with hard rap, to another with jazz cooling the room. Most of the people wanted to spend the five minutes it took to retrieve the information we needed from their desktop getting to know us. The women seemed to enjoy the small beads of sweat they could produce from the guys’ brows with even the mildest of flirtations.

The guys fostered an air of aloofness towards me reserved for middle and upper level managers and maintained a distance from me while with the company employees; this was done to insulate them from the real managers. I had worked with both of them before so we worked out a standing agreement regarding our tenure. They went out to lunch while I dealt with the socially uncomfortable situations; talking to the managers, finessing the rude employees, and communicating with the painfully pretty ones.

The smaller departments had been left for the end of our contracted stay so the last two weeks were moving slowly. The guys had a desperate air of wanting to take advantage of working with the type of women who in high school never gave them the time of day. They wanted to spend their money on something other than a car, like a woman. The boys never stopped wishing that they had been the chick-magnet type guys in high school as opposed to being the geek with another new computer part for the techie-pissing contest. I did my part by revisiting two of the women who had taken an interest in them; it took only a couple of nudges before both guys asked their ladies out to a luncheon foursome.

We sat in our closet trying to solve some of the loose ends that had to be tied up that morning until the ladies came by to be fed. The ladies and I smiled as the guys broke out into fretful nervousness. The ladies had done well with what they had in the office to look good for an unexpected opportunity. The guys noticed them only at a visceral level and were just too inexperienced to hide their reaction. The ladies liked the widening of the eyes, the catch in their breathing, the heated excitement, and even their erect posture. I waved goodbye knowing both guys were in good hands.

I had gone to the deli across the street for a salad earlier and eaten it while working. Being left alone was a necessary part of my day, I usually only had a half-hour but I knew the ladies would do me the favor of keeping the guys out a little later. With the taste of Dacia lingering, I needed the extra time.

I went into the phone closet where the company tech had allowed me to store my trunk the first day. I stored two of my guitars there; of the two, I required my father’s guitar after my unplanned reunion with Dacia. I closed the door to the closet and set my timer for forty-five minutes of recovering.

The first words I ever spoke were “Mi guitarra!” My mother was trying to put me in my crib without my miniature guitar, which my father had made for me. He had been taught by his father but rarely practiced the art. The birth of his first son and the pain of being told my mother would not have another child drove him to find solace. He built two child’s Ümraniye Escort guitars to fit my small hands in childhood and my youth as I grew and three for when I was an adult. I kept one of my guitars in protected storage, one in my bedroom, and one at work for my lunch practice. My middle guitar had been destroyed in the car crash that killed my parents and Dacia had borrowed my baby guitar and not returned it.

I had not asked for it back because I was connected to it.

I needed the timer to tell me when to stop. I had never been able to do it on my own. I scared my mother once when I was eight. She tried to punish me when I got lost in my guitar by taking it away from me. My two days of not eating or drinking scared her more. My mother tried to drive me to other things; martial arts, singing lessons, piano lessons, and anything else that might break the hold my guitar had over me.

Nothing ever replaced my guitar.

I got up early to practice for a half-hour before I hit snooze as an old man for the first time each day. I practiced in lieu of lunch. At night, I practiced for an hour before my martial arts class, took a shower, and practiced until it was time to join the old men in their empty sleep. Practice only required a quiet room, my guitar, the music that filled us and a timer that allowed me to let go. For the first time in over eighteen months, Dacia danced among us.

—–

I met Dacia in college.

I was scheduled to start school earlier than I did but the death of my parents delayed it. The trucking company allowed a driver waiting for his day in court on a second DUI charge to get behind the wheel and kill my parents. I sued them. It took a third arrest for DUI, this time without a driver’s license before my lawyers could show the employer the error of their ways. They pushed me to settle and after some delay I agreed to it. The money was there for me to go to college but the distractions of their deaths and the aftermath gave me an excuse to do what I really wanted, travel with my guitar. There was no reason for me not to go to college but I managed it for three years nonetheless.

During my senior year I lived on the same dormitory floor as Dacia. We did not get to know each other until the last couple of months in school. A couple of her friends were pursuing music majors and they participated in one of the formal practice sessions for our senior presentations. She mistook me for a spectator and started talking about the performers. Since I was also a computer major it was easy to foster the illusion that I was just there to observe. I was taking a surprising degree of pleasure from listening to her make fun of the people around us when they called my name. Her eyes widened and her face colored beautifully as she was alarmed that she may have made an offensive comment about one of my friends.

The silence of desire around the auditorium assured her that no one there was my friend.

I used my father’s guitar for my senior presentation; it was the first time I had ever I presented with it in public. The piece was written by grandfather in honor of my grandmother; he never finished it. I had spent years trying to complete it but it still felt unfinished. However, I thought it was appropriate since my grandmother never got to hear it.

My fellow majors and the professors sat quietly to listen. My grandfather lacked the talent for the piece but he was inspired by love to write it. I lacked the love but had talent enough to fill the room with the desire of my rivals to be an equal. College had nothing to teach me about my guitar or the music but I went through the motions so I could fulfill my mother’s last attempt to break the hold.

I smiled as I aimed the notes that sang of my grandmother at Dacia. The music was for her and the piece was somehow less incomplete.

“You did that for me!” she said running up as I walked out of the building.

I turned to look at her. I nodded as I looked into warm brown/green eyes.

“Doesn’t that mean I should do something for you?”

“You don’t have to,” I replied smiling.

“How about I make you a meal in the dorm’s kitchen?”

“Can you cook?”

She posed for me by putting her hands on her hips and pushing her dramatically sized bosom at me.

“What do you think?”

“I like breasts.”

I was more surprised than she was that I had said it. I blushed and she broke out into laughter. She put her arm through mine and dragged me towards the bus stop.

We fucked all night.

That was Dacia and I.

—–

I was a half-hour from clocking out when I noticed the buzz coming from the guys was different than the usual Friday afternoon excitement. I turned around to find the room filling with healthy, happy women lead by Dacia.

“Hey baby, I thought you’d like to go out,” she said to me.

The girls were dressed up to fulfill every male’s fantasy of women wanting an evening of romance. They had taken the time to remove excess İstanbul Escort makeup but were still wearing the clothes from their modeling shoot. The guys were staring and I observed several of the company’s employees attempting to be discrete as they passed our door trying to figure out why models were walking into the geek closet.

A blonde with waist length hair was measuring me carefully. I stared back at her and raised an eyebrow. She smiled smugly to let me know I had not been found wanting. Dacia looked from the blonde to me and smiled at both of us. Dacia was basically straight but liked the occasional female to add spice to her love life. The other women were too busy teasing the nearly quivering guys to notice the tri-play.

“What do you want to do?” I asked. I did not bother asking how she knew where I would be; Dacia got her way and other people got out of it.

“The photographer invited us to this little place and I figured you and the boys wouldn’t mind being our dates.”

Dacia was up to something but I had never been able to control her from our first night together. I would not even try now.

“The guys don’t get off until six.”

“That’s kind of early to get off isn’t it?” Dacia asked with mischief blazing out of her eyes. The guys blushed bright red especially when model hands began to touch their arms and chest in seemingly innocent, friendly pats. The invitation in the touches was not lost on the boys.

“We can wait in the bar across the street,” the blonde with eyes for me suggested. The women nodded and started to walk out of the room with more than the necessary sway in their hips to give the guys one last zinger.

“Bring your guitar,” Dacia said as she walked out with a sway that put the others to shame.

It took fifteen minutes for the guys to recover. Michael went out on the floor and returned with an unhappy look on his face. John was smiling ear to ear and looked like he was going to be useless for the rest of our time at work.

“David, I don’t think I can go to this thing,” Michael said quietly.

John and I spun our chairs to face him.

“Dude, swimsuit models asked us to take them out and you’re not going? Are you fucking nuts?” John exclaimed.

Michael shrugged his shoulders.

“Ask Lydia to come with us,” I suggested.

Lydia was the Latin curveball in Michael’s life. She was five feet of plump curves and something in her smile affected Michael deeply. Neither realized there was more to her smile when he was around. Michael could be a prototype for a spy novel hero five foot nine, sandy brown hair, non-descript blue eyes, and facial features that blended together into plainness. The only time he ever seemed more than normal was when Lydia smiled at him.

I smiled at him.

“She’ll like that you turned down the chance to hang out with some hot, California swimsuit sluts to be with her.”

“They’re not sluts,” Michael said angrily. John and I looked at each other and smiled widely. Michael was already in Lydia’s panties.

“She likes you, Michael. They’re sluts,” I said before I turned back to my monitor.

Fifteen minutes and Dacia had me getting involved.

—–

We fucked all night.

She was leaving in the morning having decided California was where she could make her dreams come true. She had it all mapped out; swimsuit, fitness model for a few years, B-movie actress, B-movie director, B-movie maker, and finally owning her own B-movie studio.

I asked her again as she lay wriggling on top of me what was the point of dreaming about making straight to tape movies or late night cable skin flicks.

She moved down my body and lapped at my dick. It was sticky with our combined juices. She savored the taste of our mingled essence. Dacia took her time moving me around with her hand to make sure she licked me clean. She moved lower to lick my balls clean also. The woman took each into her mouth to suck the last touch of flavor from them. She moved to the area around my genitals hunting for more of what we had given each other.

Dacia moved back to my dick and took the head into her mouth. She sucked on it while her tongue stimulated the tip. She took me completely inside her mouth and pulled back sucking life into it. She took me completely inside her mouth again. I grew and she adjusted so I would go down her throat. Dacia massaged me with her mouth, tongue, and throat; even though it was the third time that night I hardened. It ached but she coated me with saliva soothing some of the rawness away. I was too thick and long for her to take comfortably but she tried until I was at my full growth.

“God! I love your cock!” she exclaimed as she pulled my dick out of her mouth, lay it down, and licked the length of it on the underside.

She kept licking upwards until she could kiss me. The vision reached between her legs and settled herself on me. She wriggled her hips to seat me deeper, pulled up a few inches and pounded herself down to get the right fit.

Her eyes were unfocused as she looked at me. She took my face in her hands and whispered to me.

“Not everybody can be great, David. It’s going to be enough for me to be the masturbation fantasy of a handful of pubescent boys.”

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