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I had started working for Kim the summer I graduated, she had bought the farm near my family’s house and needed someone to work for her. I had fallen hard for Kim right away, none of my friends realized I preferred big women. No one even realized that I had gotten to my 18th birthday a virgin because I wasn’t attracted to any of the girls in my school. Kim was lush, full and sweet and I figured that she saw me as kid even though she was only in her mid-20s.

I had worked hard all summer thinking of her and wishing that some miracle would happen and she would be the one to take my virginity before I left for university. The summer was almost over and in just under a month I would be leaving for school.

The day before my eighteenth birthday we finally finished painting the outside of her house. It was Thursday and Kim told me to take off until Monday for my birthday. I couldn’t get her to believe that I would rather work then party so I had to agree.

My friends from the football team got together and we had a huge party, I should have been thrilled but all I could think of was Kim. The next day my parents took me out for dinner and we had a good time but I was thrilled when Monday came.

When I showed up at Kim’s I did my usual work and then when the day help left Kim asked me to dig out an irrigation ditch that had collapsed while she worked in the house. By the time I had rebuilt the mud wall and cleaned out the gunk that had built up I was covered in mud. The wind had picked up, clouds had moved in, and the temperature had dropped.

Kim came out of the house around 5:30 and told me to come on up. When she saw how I was

shivering she ran back in and got me a towel and a pair of cut off shorts.

“Oh Chris I’m sorry. I forgot to get you the sprayer so you wouldn’t get soaked. Go in and take a

shower and put these on and I’ll put your pants out to dry.”

Walking upstairs to the bathroom, I could smell the aroma of great cooking down in the kitchen.

While I showered I could smell Kim all around me, her shampoo, perfume and soap filled the air. As I dressed I wondered who the shorts had belonged to and felt a wave of jealousy for her late husband.

The shorts were kind of snug but they fit, I would just have to hope that I didn’t get excited because I had no underwear on. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the outside of the bathroom door while standing in Kim’s bedroom. I have never been vain but I had to admit the shorts showed off all of the muscle sports and digging had given me. My own shorts were longer, and around the top of my legs, my skin was white, but my chest and back were a smooth dark tan. I found myself wishing that I had a hairy chest, or a tattoo, anything to look older then eighteen.

“Chris, come on down, I have something to show you.” I headed downstairs and found Kim dressed in a soft green pair of shorts and a blue tank top. The dining room was set up with a beautiful dinner and soft blues music was playing. Outside the storm had picked up and the wind was beginning to howl.

“Wow are you expecting company? I can get going if you want.” I stuttered from half way down the stairs.

“Silly, this is your day after the day after your birthday dinner.” Kim smiled up at me and began

uncovering the dishes. “I remember when you told me what you perfect dinner would be, so I fixed it for you. Shrimp Alfredo, garlic bread, fruit and chocolate mousse, since I figure that you have already had plenty of cake this week. I have a bottle of wine if you think it will be ok. I don’t want to contribute to the delinquency of a minor, but you seem pretty grown-up to me.”

I couldn’t believe it. We had talked about our favorite foods when we first met and she had

remembered and fixed them. I called my mom and told her I was going to wait out the storm at

Kim’s.

It was like the beginning of one of the fantasies I had had of Kim. We sat there talking and eating, sipping red wine and even flirting. The rain had started and the sound of it mixed with the music and Kim’s laugh was making me crazy. I had drunken beer before but the wine seemed to go strait to my head, making me bold as I flirted with Kim.

We had finished dinner and Kim had gone to get the fruit and mousse when the lights went out. I

heard a crash from the kitchen and had to feel my way along.

“Kim are you OK? Are you hurt?” My throat felt tight as I waited for her reply.

“I’m OK. I just dropped a plate, can you find the candle and matches on the shelf near the kitchen door. Follow my voice.” I could hear her picking up pieces of plate as I felt around on the wall for the candle. When I finally found them, I could see Kim on her knees with her back to me, her round full ass pointing at me. I couldn’t help the reaction of my body and the tight shorts were making me uncomfortable.

“Kim what happened are you alright?” I rushed over to her hoping the darkness would hide my

erection. The kitchen smelled amazing, like bodrum escort fresh bread and Kim.

“Oh I just got a little frightened when the lights went out. I know it is silly but I have always been kind of afraid of the dark. Um lets go into the living room and maybe you could start the fire for me.” Kim said all in a rush.

I held the candle for her as she gathered up the fruit and moose, then I led the way into the living

room. Kim put everything on the on the coffee table and I lit the two candles there. She sat on the couch sipping her wine, looking like a dream while I began to load wood into the fireplace.

I turned to get the first candle and caught Kim looking at me with the oddest expression on her face.

Kim began to tell me how she had been afraid of the dark since she was a small child as I poured

wax from the candle on the fire and then lit it. I stood up and joined Kim on the couch, the sight of her sitting there with her legs drawn up close like a little girl made my heart ache. I sat down beside her and offered her my arms with out thinking. As Kim leaned against me I began to get so hard, I thought I would die.

Kim leaned forward, grabbed a bowl of moose, and began to slowly eat it. Each bite she took of the chocolate was a complete turn on.

“So how does it feel to be a real adult Chris?” Kim asked as she offered me a bite of her moose.

I opened my mouth to speak and found it full of chocolate. Swallowing I said, “I don’t really feel any different, there is so much I haven’t done yet.” I took the next bite and licked the spoon as Kim shifted and laid her head on my lap. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t feel my hard-on and I kept thinking that at any moment she would jump up and slap me.

Kim continued to feed me chocolate as we talked about all the things I want to do someday. I told her that I couldn’t wait to vote, travel, go to college and have a girlfriend. Kim looked up at me with the oddest expression and asked if I had ever had a real girlfriend before.

“Ummm, no, I don’t really have any feelings for the girls around here. I don’t find them very

attractive.” I know I was blushing as I said it and I just had to hope Kim wouldn’t see my flaming

cheeks in the fire light.

Kim sat up and looked at me, leaning close. “Chris are you saying you have never had a girlfriend?”

Kim put her hand high on my thigh as she looked deep into my eyes. “Chris, are you a virgin?”

I couldn’t believe that she was asking me this, the woman of my dreams was so close and I couldn’t find the words. I looked down at her hand on my thigh and began to stammer. “Well you see… I… I mean…I.” I thought I would swallow my tongue, the words just wouldn’t come out and Kim’s hand felt like fire on my leg.

“Chris look at me.” Kim’s other hand was under my chin lifting my face so that she could look me in the eyes. “I don’t mean to embarrass you baby, I was just wondering. You seem so sweet

and…Chris you are really special.” She smiled up at me. “Someday you will meet the perfect girl.”

“I already have Kim.” I knew I would have to kiss her. I knew that I had to kiss Kim right then, that if I didn’t I would hate myself for the rest of my life. I knew that Kim might freak out and never want to see me again, I was eight years younger then her and she was my boss but at that moment nothing mattered except how close Kim was to me.

I reached out and put my hand on Kim’s shoulder, pulling her close and staring her in the eyes. “Kim I have already found the perfect woman, don’t you know that?” My lips found hers and I could feel her body flow against me. My arms were now full of her soft round body and I thought to myself that this must be heaven.

Kim began to return my kiss with a passion that startled me since I was sure that she was going to order me out into the storm. Everything I had dreamed about how her sweet fat body would feel against mine was true, she was soft, smooth and as my arms wrapped around her to pull her close I could feel her flesh move against me.

Kim’s hands were exploring my chest and shoulders, everywhere she touched was on fire and still the kiss went on. I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling the slight roll of skin there as I tried to pull her even closer. We shifted until my back was against the couch and she was leaning over me, weight pushing me into the back of the couch, holding me in place. It felt amazing and all I could think of was how was I going to get her to sit on my lap.

Finally after long minutes where the only noise was the storm raging and the fire crackling Kim pulled back with a sigh. “Oh Chris, oh you sweet thing, I shouldn’t take advantage of you but I have been wanting to kiss you since the day you and I began to scrape the paint on the house. All I could think of when you were on the ladder above me is how wonderful you looked.”

I reached forward and rained a dozen small kisses on Kim’s face then began to laugh. muğla escort “Kim I have wanted to touch you and kiss you since the moment I saw you, you were bending over and you were so round and soft and everything I had ever dreamed of. Your not taking advantage of me, I am an adult and I want to make love to you, I want you to be my first. Kim please show me how to make you happy.”

Kim leaned forward as her hand slid up my leg to feel my hard-on fighting against the material of the too tight shorts I was wearing. “Oh my! Chris you are an adult, I want to be your first at everything.” Kim began to kiss me again as her hand fondled my cock through the material. I pushed my hands up under her blue tank top from behind feeling the soft warm skin as I pushed her top farther and farther up. I felt Kim begin to fumble with the buttons of the shorts.

She pulled back and slid from the couch onto her knees before me and since I still had my hands on her top it came off over her head. She was before me in the firelight with only her sotf green shorts and the flimsiest of blue lace bras. How could anything so small hold those huge breast up?

Kim reached forward and pulled my hips to the edge of the couch as she began to unbutton my shorts. “I want to teach you everything, but I want you in my mouth first though, I have to taste you.” Finally Kim reached the forth button down and my cock sprang free, I couldn’t believe how hard and long it had gotten, I would swear it had to be an inch longer then its normal seven inches and much thicker then it had ever felt before. Kim looked at me with astonishment in her dark brown eyes. “Chris I always thought you must be well endowed because I had seen the lump in your shorts a time or tow but I never guessed it would be so beautiful.” She said as she pulled the shorts all the way off of me.

Kim leaned forward so I could feel her lace covered breast against my legs and lightly

kissed the head of my cock then began to lick the whole thing with her tongue. “Oh Kim I have dreamed about this so many times.” I gasped as she took me in her ripe sweet mouth. I reached out and ran my hands through that long dark hair that was tied up in a blue and green ribbon.

Up and down her hot mouth went over my swollen cock, I felt as if she would eat me alive and I would beg for it if only she never stopped. I grabbed the end of the ribbon and pulled it until her hair flowed over my thighs and covered her face. I gathered up the hair and wrapped my hands in it so that I could see her soft mouth and round cheeks, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Again and again she took my swollen cock deep in her mouth as her right hand fondled my balls and her left wrapped around behind me to pull me closer to her.

Over the still raging storm I could hear the soft sighing and groaning sounds she made as she tried to get every inch of my cock into her mouth. Deeper and deeper she went and when I thought I would explode she would grasp my balls in such a way that the need would just barely recede. Finally with a deep sigh of satisfaction from both of us she had every inch of my prick in her wonderful mouth and nothing she could do would keep me from exploding. I began to push her head back, terrified to cum in her mouth, afraid she would hate me for it until I felt both of her hands wrap around my waist and pull me to her. The world seem to spin as my cock pulsed and pulsed, I swear I had never cum so much, and for at least a full minute the spasms kept up as Kim held me in her mouth, drinking every drop.

She pulled back and let my half hard cock slip out of her mouth. “Oh Chris, I’m sorry. I was going to wait, to keep you from cumming so we could more but as you got close I wanted to taste you so much, it has been so long since I tasted that. It has been four years since my husband died and until you I didn’t want anyone else.” Kim laid her head on my thigh with a sigh.

“Kim I will be able to go again in a little bit, I can always get hard at least twice. I am already half there.” I said as I reached down and began to pull her up.

She looked down at me as she stood in front of me. “Oh my god I have heard about the staying power of young men but I never knew.” I reached out for her hips and began to pull her shorts down.

“You said you married young, what about your husband?” I asked as I worked her shorts down, even in the firelight I could see the shadow of her pubic hair through the matching lace panties. Suddenly I felt no jealousy for her late husband, I just wanted to know everything about her.

Kim took a step back and smiled at me as she kicked the shorts off and began to run her hands over her bra and belly, teasing me. “Oh no, he was twelve years older then me and the only man I ever . . . well until you just now.” She began to sway softly as she reached behind her and undid her bra, before it could fall to the ground she clasped it to her chest and turned around. With her back to me and bodrum sınırsız escort bayan that wonderful fat, round ass nearly in my face she let the bra drop and hooked her fingers in the edges of the lace panties. Swaying her hips less then a foot from my face she bent forward and began to slowly pull the panties down her strong full thighs.

I reached out and ran my hand lovingly across her ass and then across her hips as she turned to face me, naked and glowing in the flickering light. I caught my breath, she was everything I had ever dreamed of and so much more. “Oh god Kim, oh, you are amazing, perfect, you . . .you . . . I, ummm Oh my God.” I pulled her too me so that she was straddling my legs as I sat on the edge of the couch. She looked down at my now fully hard cock as I pulled her down to sit on my lap facing me.

“Oh be careful, I don’t want to hurt you.” She said trying to not out her whole weight on me.

I grasped her shoulders and pulled her all the way down until her body pressed my cock between our bellies. “Kim you couldn’t hurt me, I am use to tossing hay bales and having linebackers nearly your size smack into me. You are the most wonderful thing I can imagine and I want you on me.” I reached out and grasped Kim’s left breast and raised it to my mouth taking her amazingly large hard nipple in my mouth and sucking on it as if my life depended on it. Her skin was cool and soft and I couldn’t get enough. I leaned forward and buried my entire face in her tit.

Gasping for air I pulled back and traded sides, sucking on her other tit as I lightly pinched and pulled the other one. “Harder baby, suck and pull them harder.” Kim sighed and moaned as she squirmed on my thighs and I could feel her wetness against me. “Oh yeah, oh hard like that, really pull those great big nipples.” Kim’s words came faster and more raspy as she grabbed my hair and pulled me even closer.

I was afraid I would hurt her but I could tell that she was enjoying it so I began to pull and twist one nipple while sucking as hard as I could on the other. She was bouncing and wiggling so much I had to bite her nipple to keep it in my mouth and this sent a thrill through her body. “YES! Oh Chris bite my big fat nipple.”

I wrapped my other arm around her waist to try to keep her on my lap she was squirming so much as I bit and sucked and twisted on those amazingly large nipples. She began to rub herself harder and faster against my thighs and suddenly pulled herself from my mouth and used both hands to grab the back of my head as she pulled me to her as she arched her back. Her cries had all run together into one long keening sound and suddenly it stopped as she slumped forward then began to slide off of my thighs onto the floor. Since she still had a hold of my hair I had no choice but to follow her down and I lay half on top of her as she breathed hard , gasping for air and letting out soft, fragile sounding sighs.

I had never seen a woman cum and didn’t really believe it could happen from just having her nipples sucked but I had no doubt that I had made Kim cum and the thrill of it made me even harder then I had been before.

After her shuddering had faded Kim reached up and pulled my mouth to hers and we lay there on the rug in front of the dying fire kissing, wrapped in each others arms.

After a while the fire was barely a glow and I could tell that Kim was getting cold and the storm didn’t seem to be letting up at all. Kim smiled as she got up and took my hand, “Come on.” she said as she headed for the stairs. We laughed and stumbled our way across the room and up the stairs until we reached her bedroom.

I stood at the door as Kim lit half a dozen candles around the room, suddenly I felt self-conscious to be standing there naked. Kim must have understood somehow since she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. Kissing made me feel as if I had nothing in the world ever to worry about. She lead me over to the giant bed that dominated the room and pulled me down next to her.

We lay there side by side and I couldn’t believe I had the woman of my dreams in my arms, her head on my shoulder we began to talk.

“Oh Chris you make me feel so amazing, so alive.” She sighed into my shoulder.

I held her closer, “Kim I dreamed about so many times, I want to do everything with you, I am just sorry I don’t know more, I just want to make you happy.”

Kim laughed, “I will teach you everything Chris, when I am done with you you will know how to drive a woman insane.” Her hand had been rubbing my tight stomach and just that and the feel of her had me hard again. “I have heard that young men can do this but you are amazing.” Her hand began to lightly stroke me as she reached up to my lips for another long kiss.

Kim’s hand began to work my cock faster and faster until I had to reach down and stop her, she looked up at me in surprise. “Kim there is one thing I have thought about doing to you since we first met . . . I ummmm . . . I want to, to, go down on you. I want to taste you, teach me how to eat you out.”

Kim rolled over on her back and I sat beside her trying to remember everything about her body and the way her wonderfully large titties lay to the side of her chest and the way her breathing made her belly move up and down. Kim put her hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me between her legs.

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(Yes. This is insanely short. And there was a long time in between chapters yes. I have been really pulled between what to do with these characters and this storyline, so this is sincerely the best I could do for this story.)

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Ariel was tied down to the bed, with what looked like a gag made of bandannas in her mouth to muffle her screams. Her clothes were mostly still on, but the front of her shirt had been ripped all the way open, baring most of her bra and cleavage to the sight of anyone in the room. As Otis and JB took their first five steps into the room, a guy they didn’t recognize came walking from the bathroom. Not even thinking about what he was doing, knowing shooting him would have been easier, Otis swung the barrel of his 12 gauge into the guys face. Otis remembered one of the few lessons he had learned growing up. Beatings equaled less jail time than killing a man, killing someone was bad all around. But he would beat the fuck out of him.

Pulling his boot knife, he tossed it to JB. “Get them ropes and things cut, get her to the truck and cover her. I’ll be there soon.”

As JB cut the ropes and helped Ariel up, she looked at Otis. Looking back at her, he knew this was bad, and she was going to be scarred. This was insane. Why was he even here? Why had he got involved with this woman? Mentally shaking those thoughts from his head, Otis briefly smiled at her. Trying to sound as gentle as possible, he spoke to her.

“JB’s gonna get you in the truck, I got a hoodie you can cover up with and a blanket.” Looking JB in the eyes, he let every bit of seriousness he could muster enter his voice.

“Keep her safe JB. I mean it.”

JB nodded and began taking Ariel down the long hallway he had just walked up with her, watching the doorways and dark halls. Ariel tried to keep her view on Otis as long as possible, eventually losing sight. JB got her all the way to the truck, and opened the door. Reaching in the tool box in the bed, he got bodrum escort bayan the blanket and Otis’ hoodie and she slowly put it on, her muscles locked up from the strain of being tied up. Pulling the blanket tight around herself, she started crying as JB stood by the open driver door. As if the sky was agreeing with her, the skies gradually opened and a drizzle begin to fall on the Earth, like the sky was crying to.

Picking up the ropes that were left mostly intact, Otis grabbed the unconscious man and drug him over to the bed post, and then tied him to it with a rope around his neck. Picking his gun up, he started walking into the door the guy had come from. As he walked into the room, the lights went out. He knew he was still standing by the door, he tried to block it, but felt something crack him in the head hard. He started falling, and his vision was blurry. He dropped his shotgun, and heard it skitter on the floor as someone grabbed it and picked it. Shaking his head, he tried to stand, he wasn’t going to die on his knees.

“Danny, fuck that! Let’s go!” Otis heard them run out of the hall into the bedroom, and heard them breaking the bed post, probably with the gun stock. He heard them pull the other guy up and start running. He struggled to his feet. JB and Ariel were outside, he had to save them, but he couldn’t walk Otis bounced off the walls, scrabbling with his hands to hold himself up as he stumbled down the hallway and finally made it to the front door.

“FUCKING GET THEM HE’S ONLY ONE GUY!”

“C’mon Danny lets go, he’s got a goddamn gun!”

The scene Otis surveyed was like from a hellish nightmare. The light drizzle had turned into a downpour and the visibility was near zero. The flashes of lightning were what really helped provide sight to everything, and words and Danny’s yelling at his friends was lost in the rumbles of thunder. JB fearlessly stood by the door of the truck, gun steady yalıkavak escort and leveled at Danny’s head. Otis watched as the three men climbed in the van and tore off down the road as if hell followed on their heels. Lightning struck, and the bright flash was a spike of pain through Otis’s head. Without a sound, his eyes rolled up into his head and he collapsed onto the ground.

Hours later, Otis woke up to find himself on his couch, under a couple blankets. Looking around, he spotted JB sitting in the arm chair. He had moved it to the door, and had the shotgun which he must have recovered from the room and the handgun laying in his lap. Rising onto his elbows, Otis looked around for Ariel. Not seeing her, he tried to swing his legs to the floor and stand, when a bout of wooziness made him fall to one knee. JB’s eyes snapped open, and he jumped up to Otis.

“Whoa easy there big guy. Your noggin got knocked a bit, and if you pass out again, I’m not carrying you again.” Setting him down, JB walked to the kitchen and made a glass of water. Handing it to Otis, he sat back in the chair. Waiting til he was finished, JB spoke again. “Ariel’s in your room. She wanted to see you as soon as you woke up.”

Looking at his friend, Otis already felt less dizzy. Rising, he began walking in that direction. Over his shoulder, he told JB, “We’re going to have to answer for today and make someone answer for today.”

JB shook his head. Otis was already thinking of revenge. Fuck. JB leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. Fuck it, he was getting sleep first.

Stepping up to the door, he gently knocked. Hearing a soft sound from behind the door, Otis slowly opened it. Ariel was curled up in the corner of his bed leaned into the wall, still wearing his hoodie. Looking up at him, Otis could see the mascara tracks where she had been crying. Kneeling by the bedside, Otis sat there with his head bowed for gümüşlük escort a moment. Thinking of what to say to be helpful, words failed him. He knew nothing to say to her that could take away what had possibly happened to her, the extent of which he didn’t even know. Looking up, he spoke.

“I’m sorry Ariel. If I hadn’t done what I done to Danny, you would have never got hurt. They’ll pay for doing this to you.”

Ariel looked at Otis, and he almost flinched from the pain and the anger in her eyes. What really surprised him though, was what she said. “So then I can watch you get hurt for me right? Or do something that’s wrong in my name? You can’t do something like that. I won’t forgive Danny. Ever. But getting back at him, I have to do. I can’t let you do it for me.”

Otis nodded. She was strong. He liked that. She looked very soft, very spoiled. But she was showing him a strength he was surprised she had. Most people would be broken after this. She wanted to take it into her own hands and deal with it. Standing, he walked into his bathroom and wet a washrag in the sink. Walking back to Ariel and sitting on the corner of the bed, he offered it to her. She took it from him, the brush of her fingers making them both feel a spark of electricity. She took the rag and gently wiped her face, sniffling as she did. “Thank you.” She said.

“Is there any way I could use your phone? I need to call my Dad.”

Otis nodded and got his handset off the charger and handed it to Ariel. Dialing her fathers cell, she waited for three rings before he answered.

“Hello? How can I help you?”

Ariel sniffled again, and said in a heartbroken voice. “Daddy? I need you.”

Cole felt his heart stop at his daughters voice. She was hurt, he just knew it. Asking where she was, he wrote the address down on a piece of paper. “I’ll be right there baby.”

Cole grabbed his car keys and headed out his office, ignoring the calls of his secretary. Before Cole had met Ariel’s mother, he was a River District roughneck, busting his ass all day working his hands to the bone. His father-in-law had gave him a position in an office, to help support his daughter. Cole had adopted a lot of the ways of the upper class of society in his town, but his old self was going to come out on whoever had hurt his baby girl.

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I had known Stacy and her parents Mike and Doreen ever since moving in next door to them some five years ago shortly after my divorce. Stacy was fourteen then and early on used to come over, doing a little lighthouse cleaning for me in order to earn some extra money. Because of that, we’d actually become friends even though I was twenty years her senior. In a way, I became more of an older brother figure more so than a father figure. And as time went on, Stacy felt more and more comfortable speaking to me about things that she wouldn’t dare have tried discussing with her own parents.

I’d been invited to attend Stacy’s graduation from High School a few months ago, and was pleased that they’d even consider sending me an invitation. It was still hard to believe the young woman I had so long ago met now, had indeed blossomed into a very beautiful, obviously very popular woman who seemed to have more boys hanging around her than I’d ever seen before.

Both Doreen and Mike didn’t mind that however, glad to see their daughter wasn’t ready to settle down with any one particular young guy. I had to grit my teeth on those few occasions when the subject of their daughter’s dating was brought up however. She’d confided in me just a short time ago that she was indeed very sexually active, and having really discovered just how high her sex drive was, had already made the decision she wasn’t about to settle down with just one man, not for a while anyway. So I had a pretty good idea as to why she was so popular, and it wasn’t just because of her very attractive looks and gorgeous body, though that certainly went a long way towards all that.

Being close to Mike and Doreen as well, I’d been invited over to dinner on a few occasions, had even endured the occasional “blind date” fix up from Doreen, though neither introduction had led to anything beyond that. And though I dated periodically, at the moment there wasn’t anyone in particular in my life right now, not that I wasn’t looking. But my odd schedule at work kept me busy, and made it virtually impossible for me to carry on any sort of long-term relationship worth working at.

I had just gotten word that I was to put on an unscheduled presentation in Albuquerque first thing in the morning. That meant leaving work early in order to get home, spend some time going over my notes and research, pack, and fly out first thing. It was a nice day, and rather than wasting it being inside, I brought everything outside with me and sat down at my patio table, also enjoying a nice cold beer while I did. Another reason for coming home in the middle of the day rather than staying at work. I’d only been working for a few minutes when I heard the sound of Stacy’s laughter coming from next door. I hadn’t really thought about her being home. I remember hearing something about her working part time as a waitress someplace, but that was generally in the early evenings, so it stood to reason that she might spend part of her day at the house. I shook my head at the laughter. As Mike and Doreen also worked during the day, that left Stacy plenty of alone time to be with her friends. Additional laughter now telling me, she was in fact entertaining someone, though to be honest, I half expected it to be another girlfriend. When I heard a young man’s voice crying out a moment later, I knew better.

“So, if I catch you I can have anything I want huh?” he said.

“Yes, but…you’ve got to catch me before I get back inside the house,” she then told him. There was again laughter, and then what was obviously a chase about the yard with the sounds of patio furniture being overturned.

Now I was curious. As my deck was slightly elevated, all I had to do was stand up and I could see pretty clearly into my neighbor’s yard. The moment I did however, seeing what I then saw, I immediately ducked back down less I was discovered. I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen for one thing, but now was obviously intrigued by it for a number of reasons. The first of which was that Stacy was naked, though they actually both were. And I had to admit, whether I wanted to or not, ever since she’d grown up, I’d caught myself stealing glances at her whenever she’d worn something even remotely skimpy, especially when she’d come over for a visit. There had been times I swear she was flirting with me without being too obvious about it. But even though she might have been, I’d never pursued anything with her, not wanting to ruin the relationship we did have. Not to mention my friendship with Mike and Doreen.

Still.

Taking advantage of the high fence connecting our two properties, I quickly made my way over towards it, easily locating a knothole I could peek through without too much expectation of discovery, even though that was risky enough as it was. Their ongoing laughter, and the sounds of the chase still going on, let me know however that the likelihood of them spotting me was pretty remote. Once again I peeked through the fence just in time to see the young man boldly jump aksaray escort over their patio table, surprising Stacy and quickly cornering her. Seconds later he had caught her from behind as she still attempted to make her escape, though it was obviously too late.

“Gotcha!” He declared obviously pleased with himself, and for good reason. He now stood there with his hands having captured both of her exquisite looking breasts.

“Ok, you win!” Stacy said giggling, obviously not at all unpleased by having been caught, nor by the attention his hands were now giving her tits. If anything, it appeared to me like she was actually excited she had been.

I was excited myself too. Actually seeing Stacy naked for the first time was a delightful surprise. I’d always had my own interpretation of what the young woman might look like of course, but actually seeing her was something else entirely. I’d always known her breasts had blossomed into a nice womanly size, but I could only guess at what everything else actually looked like. Her nipples were considerably larger than what I’d imagined, a nice light tan color, with good sized areola’s that were a bit larger than most I had seen. It gave each of her breasts a very sultry look that I hadn’t expected to see. In addition to that, she was completely shaved too, though that had become somewhat the norm as of late, and something I wasn’t too surprised in seeing. The surprise was simply because I was actually seeing it. But it didn’t end there either.

“Let me guess…I bet what you want me to do is suck you off don’t you?” She then stated leaning over to right one of the patio chairs that had been knocked over before sitting in it. Just hearing Stacy say that was enough to cause my own cock to lurch. Like I said, she’d been somewhat openly flirtatious around me herself, but in all the time, I’d still never heard her come right out and say anything as suggestively lewd as she’d just spoken.

“Oh like that isn’t exactly what you want to do yourself!” The boy told her coming over to stand in front of her now, his long thin cock pointing directly at her as she reached up her hand, wrapping it around his member and began toying with it as she sat there.

“You know my rule,” she said reminding him, though I of course had no idea what that was.

“Yeah, I know…you prefer watching it squirt on you, but that also means that next time…”

“Next time, maybe,” Stacy said butting in. “We’ll see if there will even be a next time,” she stated easily. “It depends on how much you give me this time,” she then added obviously toying with him.

I stood there peeking through the hole in the fence reasonably sure they wouldn’t even know I was there, provided I didn’t make any noise, or any sudden movements that might alert them to the fact I was standing there spying on them. I now watched as Stacy leaned forward taking the young man’s cock into her mouth where she proceeded to suck on it lovingly as he braced himself, placing his hands on the top of her head while she did. Standing to the side of me, it made it very easy to see everything she was doing, especially as they were less than ten feet away from where I was actually looking at them.

I was tempted to take out my own stiff cock and jerk off, but I didn’t. Bad enough I should get caught looking in the first place, worse if I was to do so standing there with my dick out, so I refrained. But I also knew I’d end up going inside to take care of that later myself after they’d gone back inside, and when I would feel reasonably safe in moving again without having been discovered.

It didn’t take long. Either he was already really worked up, which would have been my guess, or she was damn good at sucking cock, though it was very possibly a combination of the two. Moments later he forced himself away from her, Stacy obviously aware of it, and prepared for it herself. Almost immediately she placed the lounge chair she was sitting in, into a layback position.

“Right here Mark…right here, shoot it all over my pussy!”

I stood there watching the young man pumping his prick. In seconds he was squirting thick streams of his spunk against her, most of it landing exactly where she told him to put it, all over her widespread very bare cunt. When he was sure he had milked out every last drop onto her, only then did she look up, still smiling and speak again.

“Ok, time for you to go now,” she told him almost immediately, which frankly, took me by surprise. I could see by the pained expression on his face he wasn’t ready to leave. “Mark? You promised, you know the deal here. I told you if I let you do anything, that you had to do it the way I wanted it, or there was no deal. So if you’d ever like to feel that again, or see me naked again, then it’s time for you to leave…now!”

Obviously he gave in to her demands, though I could see he was damn reluctant to do so. Turning, he went back inside the house, no çağlayan escort doubt in order to dress, though I was curious to see if he’d remain behind and peer at her through the windows or something. Minutes later however, I heard the sound of a car starting up next door, and knew that he’d done as she’d requested.

In the meantime, I continued to stand there, more confused, though more intrigued by what I saw her doing next. She was obviously using the kid’s spunk to masturbate herself with, smearing a lot of it onto her breasts, which she scooped up with her fingers from her pussy. Though mostly she toyed with her clit, using his fresh juice to further pleasure and tease herself with that way. I felt like my prick was going to poke a hole through my pants as hard as I was, but I still didn’t dare move, fearing any movement might give away the fact that I was standing there on the other side of the fence spying on her. As close as she was, and with a perfect eye-view of her wide-open pussy, I was about as horny as I’d ever been, watching the young woman whom I’d seen grow up next door to me, masturbating herself to what turned out to be a very long, very loud, and obviously very intense climax!

Afterwards she lay there for several minutes gradually collecting herself, only then getting up and going back inside the house. I waited even then for an additional minute or two myself before heading back inside as well. I now had a very hard, very stiff and very needful prick that needed attending to. Especially while the images of what I’d just seen and witnessed were still fresh in my mind.

I stopped briefly to gather up the papers I had spread on the table earlier so that they didn’t get blown around the yard, and then slipped inside the sliding glass door into the kitchen area. Just as I did that, I heard the sound of the front door bell.

“Great, now what?” I wondered as I quickly repositioned my stiff member into a somewhat better position inside my pants, though even that didn’t help matters much as I opened the door, still standing behind it somewhat awkwardly.

“Hi Jim, thought I saw your car in the driveway,” Stacy said as she stood there looking at me. “Mind if I come in?”

All she was wearing was a white bikini top and a pair of almost too short cut off Levi jeans. Obviously it hadn’t taken her long to dress, nor to decide to come over here after seeing my car in the drive. Curious, I invited her in, though immediately turning to head towards the kitchen area and the safety of the counter top. Though it wasn’t at all odd for her to drop in like this, I still found it curiously odd that she had done so, so soon after her boyfriend had left. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was worried I might indeed have seen or overheard anything.

“Care for something cold to drink?” I’d asked hurriedly leading her back into the kitchen.

“A cold beer would be nice, if you have an extra one,” she told me taking a seat at my kitchen table, which meant I’d be forced to walk over and hand her one.

“Why don’t you grab us a beer, and I’ll get the glasses,” I said giving me a reason to remain hidden as I stood behind the kitchen counter on one side with Stacy now standing on the other. Though even that was only going to be a temporary solution to my obvious problem. Hurriedly I made my way back over towards the kitchen table, glasses in hand as Stacy rejoined me with the beer. She sat smiling at me as she handed me my beer. “Surprised to see you home this early,” she began.

“Oh yeah that…had to come home and get ready for a meeting tomorrow, catching a flight out first thing, had some stuff I needed to do and go over before then,” I explained to her, though I could hear a bit of a nervous tone in my own voice as I spoke.

“Oh, was just wondering…surprised to look out and see your car in the drive,” she said once again. “A friend of mine just left in fact,” she then added looking at me for what I knew had to be some indication I was aware of that. I tried to play it safe, though not dumb.

“Yeah, saw his car parked out in front of your place too,” I stated. “Didn’t hear it leave though,” I said smiling back taking a sip of my beer.

“So what DID you hear?” She now asked looking straight at me as she said that, nearly causing me to spew out the sip of beer I’d just taken.

“What do you mean?” I managed to answer back a bit nervously, feeling my face begin to flush even as I said that. Stacy laughed seeing my obvious discomfort, it was a dead giveaway.

“You know, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure…until now. But I thought I saw you for a brief moment out on your deck, but when I looked again, I couldn’t see you. I wondered after that if you might be somewhere looking through the fence at me…at us,” she now added looking for my reaction to that. The only thing I could think of to do was to continue to play dumb, at least she hadn’t come right out and accused me of actually cevizlibağ escort spying on her.

“Hmm, I only stepped outside for a moment, like I said, I’m working on a presentation I have to give tomorrow morning.” Glancing over on the counter top, I only then saw the pile of documents I’d hurriedly gathered up placing them there a bit hap-hazardly. Stacy had noticed them sitting there too, once again smiling.

“First time for you wasn’t it?” she then said.

“Excuse me?”

“Seeing me…naked,” she said easily without a hint of embarrassment or anger. “Which surprises me actually,” she continued on before I could even respond to that, which I’m not sure I could have with a straight face anyway. “I usually sunbathe out back in the nude all the time, though I don’t ever recall seeing you home at the same time that I have, or…when I’ve had friends over like today,” she now added once again judging my face.

“Only briefly,” I said continuing the lie, hoping my small admission would be enough. “Which is why I decided to come back inside the house, give you some privacy,” I now added.

“Ah huh,” she said grinning back sipping her beer. I took another sip of mine smiling back.

“You curious about that?” she asked.

“About what?” I responded still desperately trying to play dumb here, hoping she was only fishing as to what she thought I might have seen, or hadn’t seen.

“Why I made Mark leave after dumping his load on me,” she said easily looking into my eyes. I knew then she had me dead to rights, and I had no response other than to take another swallow of my beer, wishing I knew what the hell I should say. “Oh for hell’s sakes Jim, I know you saw us, I might not have guessed where you were looking at us, but I figured out you must have been. I saw you standing there one moment, and then gone the next. If you’d actually turned and gone back inside, I’d have seen you do that, but I didn’t.” Once again she laughed. “So…like I said, you curious as to why I made him leave afterwards?”

I knew then she had me, and also knew she wasn’t mad at me for looking at her either.

“A little…yes,” I freely admitted now.

This time she laughed out loud, finally getting me to confess that I’d been watching her. “You’ve known me for a few years now,” she began once again. “And I’ve even told you a few things I’d never even tell my parents, but what you don’t know is this. I have pure and simply a fascination with watching guys cum. I love seeing their rock hard dick’s squirting all that delicious cum juice out, and then I like using it to masturbate with afterwards. Which is the main reason I normally don’t suck it down, I prefer watching it squirt instead, though I don’t mind doing that too on occasion, especially if I’m not in a position to enjoy it the way I’d prefer to, then I certainly will. But there’s just something about it…seeing it, feeling it, watching it leap out of the head of their dicks that really turns me on.”

If I thought I was hard before…

“Shit Stacy…not sure this is something you really should be telling me about,” I said feeling both uneasy, as well as damn fucking horny hearing her say it.

“Oh? Why not? I thought you’d find it exciting to hear me tell you about it, or do you find that too kinky or too weird instead?”

“It’s not that Stacy…it’s just that, well…hell, I’m more like your older brother, the little bit we’ve shared with one another in the past…well that’s you know…”

“No different!” She exclaimed. “Well, not really anyway,” she said with a half smile on her face, the same one that when she’d used it before on me, had just about turned me inside and out. “It’s not like we haven’t flirted before, or discussed sex even.”

“Discussing it…and seeing you doing it is just a tiny bit different,” I then told her.

“Sort of like fantasizing about seeing me naked, and actually seeing me naked?” she asked.

I had to think about that for a moment. “Well yeah…sort of, I guess.”

“So you have fantasized about me then.” One again she had me, and she knew it. “I’ve fantasized about you too you know, lots of times in fact. And if you want to know the truth Jim, when I was laying there watching Mark’s prick squirting on me? I was actually fantasizing, and wishing that it was yours doing it instead. If it really had been you, I’d have wanted you to stay there and watch me get off using your cum to do it with,” she grinned, pausing for a moment, though I am sure she was amused by my open-mouthed look, where no words came to mind that I found I could even utter in response to that. “Would you like to see me do that?” she now asked.

I was still speechless, though my mind was currently in overdrive. I suddenly had this very clear, vivid, obscene image of Stacy laying there, rubbing her cunt, my sperm coating her entire body while she did so.

Maybe it was my lack of a response that she took as a response. Before I even realized it, she had stood, her hands suddenly reaching around behind herself, her white bikini top coming away in her hands. Sitting there staring at those magnificent boobs, I continued to be tongue-tied as she now pulled down on the zipper of her cut off jeans, moments later watching them fall as she stepped out of them, now standing there in front of me entirely nude.

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Copyright Oggbashan September 2019

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

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The story so far:

Margaret and Alan (the narrator) had collected a large number of black bags of clothing left over from a jumble sale. They were intended as costumes for a drama group they belonged to. They had sorted out many of the bags to go to recycling and some few for the drama group. They had kept some for use in sexual games. Margaret had made Alan helpless in some of a large lady’s slips. They had helped Sheila move her soon-to-be divorced husband’s things to a storage facility and had returned to Alan’s house. They still had a wedding dress and associated hoop petticoats to look at. Then there were the mysterious six bags of ladies nightwear considered unsuitable for sleeping in stowed in the loft…

“I want to look at that wedding dress,” Margaret said. “It is probably far too large for me, but the material alone might be useful.”

“OK, Margaret, but I think you’ll need more than the stool to stand on.”

“Perhaps not, Alan, with the hooped petticoats underneath. That could spread the skirt wide.”

The first hooped petticoat was tightly tied with string. Once I had undone the knots it took me several minutes to straighten the eight hoops hat had bent when compressed. Eventually it started to assume its normal shape and was larger than the bed.

I wasn’t convinced that it was a suitable size. Margaret stripped to her bra and panties before tying the large hooped petticoat around her waist. As I expected, she wasn’t tall enough. The petticoat had at least a foot of the lower edge sitting on the floor. Margaret re-tied the waistband below her bust. The petticoat still touched the floor all around her until she repositioned it with the waistband above her bra. Even then the lower hem was on the floor.

“Pass me that petticoat, Alan, please.”

I gave her a white petticoat that was designed to sit over the hoop and under the dress. It was heavy white satin lined with a stiff material to conceal the outline of the hoops. Margaret lifted it over her head, tied it just above the waistband of the hoop and tried to spread it. I had to help her to position it correctly. It was a couple of inches longer than the hooped petticoat and those inches were on the floor. I stood back to look at her.

“That is enormous, Margaret,” I said. “It spreads wider than you or I are tall.”

“Are you sure, Alan?”

“Yes, Margaret. It must be at least seven feet wide.”

“It doesn’t look that wide, looking down.”

“It is. If I was flat on the floor it would be wider than my height.”

Margaret lifted the front of the petticoats.

“Show me, Alan,” she said.

I crawled under the hoops and straightened myself out. My head and feet were at least six inches away from the widest part of the petticoats. The white outer petticoat was opaque. I was in darkness. Even straightening my feet they didn’t touch the edges. I stretched out my arms. Only my hands down to my wrists were in the open air.

“See? It is wider than me,” I said.

“So it is. I wonder?”

Margaret bent her knees. My face, neck, shoulders and legs below my knees were covered. She continued to lower herself until my whole body was against the hoops and she was sitting on my hips. She rubbed herself across my clothed erection before leaning forward and pressing the petticoats across my face. I tried to bring my hands inside to move them away but they were trapped by the lowest hoop.

She leant back and relieved the pressure.

“I can see this has possibilities, Alan. I can trap you under the hoops and you cannot escape. But I haven’t tried the dress yet. Out you come.”

She stood up. I crawled out from under the hooped petticoat. It was a struggle for both of us to put the dress on over her head. The waist of the dress settled above her bust where the petticoats had been tied. The dress’ sleeves were too far above her. I quickly zipped up the bodice to its high neck. Margaret’s arms and head were enclosed in that bodice. Despite her muffled protests I pushed her backwards on to the bed and crawled inside the dome of the hooped petticoat. I slowly removed her panties before putting my head between her legs.

I licked, nibbled and pushed my tongue inside her. Her upper body was thrashing around on the bed as she started to orgasm. Her protests from inside the dress were negated by her legs spreading to give me more access. My tongue could go in further, producing yet more orgasms above me. Soon she was groaning gently inside the satin of the gown’s bodice and clamping her legs around me to incite me to further arousal of her.

Eventually Margaret slumped on the bed and her legs released their grip around my head. I moved backwards and out güngören escort of the dress. I undid the zip on the bodice and pulled it down so her head was in the open. I helped her to take the dress and petticoats off. The hooped petticoat took up a considerable part of the bedroom and except for the waistband and upper section retained its dome shape.

“That is large enough to be a tent,” I said. “But it isn’t waterproof and has no door. How do we store it? As it was, the hoops weren’t working. If we tied it up again they might distort.”

“It would be OK if flat, Alan. Perhaps we could hang it from the picture rail?”

I looked at the lowest hoop.

“I think that was intended,” I said. “There are tape loops around the bottom hoop.”

I found a couple of picture hooks and suspended it from the picture rail. It almost touched the floor but at least it was out of the way and could keep its shape. I hung the wedding dress next to it.

“What else is in the petticoat bag?” Margaret asked.

I found three more hooped petticoats. As before I untied the string, straightened the hoops and hung them for the picture rail. They were all nearly as large as the first one, but one was elliptical for a dress with a larger back skirt.

The next item was a mermaid petticoat with a stretchy top, presumably to the knees and a wide flounce held out by a bottom hoop.

“Pass me that, please Alan,” Margaret said.

She held it up. As with the others. It was intended for a very tall woman. She threw it over my head, outside my arms, and pulled it down hard. It covered me from just below my shoulders to the floor.

“Hey!” I protested. I was totally enclosed and the upper part was gripping me tightly. Margaret pushed me on the bed, straddled me and kissed me as I was unable to escape from inside that petticoat. She took her bra off and flipped it around my head. The bra cup covered my mouth, nose and chin and I was breathing Margaret’s warm perfume. She knotted the straps behind my head forcing the bra cup across my mouth. She had gagged me. I might have been able to make a noise but not speak intelligibly.

My phone rang.

“Blast!” Margaret said. She tried to unknot the bra but couldn’t. She picked up the phone and answered it.

“Hello, Sheila. Yes, it is Alan’s phone but he can’t answer it at present.”

“Perhaps he does need your help to stop me going too far. How about coming here this evening? I’m doing a casserole that could easily stretch to three and you could ask Alan’s advice then. OK?

“Yes, see you at seven. Bye.”

Margaret ended the call.

“Alan, Sheila needs your advice about something Derek left behind. I couldn’t undo that bra in time so I’ve invited her here to join us for dinner. OK?”

I nodded, all I could do.

“I suppose I’d better let you speak,” Margaret said. “Sheila asked me to be gentle with you and not treat you badly because of Dave/Derek, so perhaps we need a coffee break before sorting some more.”

It took her several minutes to remove the bra. She had knotted it tightly. She put it back on and dressed herself as I was still on the bed restrained by the mermaid petticoat. The stretch material in the upper section was holding me almost as tightly as a firmly laced corset from my shoulders to my hips. It took another ten minutes before she could slowly wriggle it off me. She put on a hanger and hung it from the picture rail next to the hooped petticoats.

I moved the black sack that had held the hooped skirts out of the way. There was a small carrier bag inside. I left it as we went downstairs to the kitchen and made coffee.

“Sheila is right,” Margaret said suddenly. “I should be more gentle with you and slower instead of making you my helpless victim.”

“Have I objected?” I asked.

“No, but I didn’t ask whether I could, and I could easily have gone too far. Bloody Dave! I want you but I also want revenge for what he did to me.”

“I’m not Dave,” I said.

“I know, Alan, You’re not. You’re a nice bloke I have been tying up when anything like that should be agreed between us. I think we will wait until Sheila arrives before we do anything else.”

“If that’s what you want, Margaret,” I replied.

“It is, I could easily go too far because I’m still angry about Dave.”

“So is Sheila,”

“And both of us have good reasons to be angry but I shouldn’t take my anger out on you.”

Margaret continued moaning about Dave, married to Sheila as Derek, for some time. Apparently he had often wanted to tie Margaret up but she refused because she didn’t really trust him. Instead she had tied him up with pantyhose, gagged him with her panties, and rode him. He had objected and her response was just to make his bonds tighter and more humiliating with items from her used laundry.

I refrained from saying that if she didn’t trust Dave she should have ended the relationship earlier.

Sheila arrived as we were making a second cup of coffee. She was carrying beykent escort a plastic carrier bag and an electrical appliance I didn’t recognise. I stayed quiet as the two of them united in abuse of Dave/Derek.

“Derek complained that you tied him up too often and too hard, Margaret,” Sheila said. “I hope you’re not doing the same to Alan. He doesn’t deserve it. Derek did.”

Margaret blushed. Sheila noticed but didn’t comment.

“Which reminds me, Margaret. You left Derek tied up in his hotel room. He was gagged but managed to spit some of it out and use his nose on his mobile to his only speed dial number, me. I understood his gagged grunts and was able to go to the hotel and free him, not before I had given him a piece of my mind and the divorce papers. I owe you something for making Derek look so stupid.”

Sheila lifted the carrier bag.

“Derek left these behind. He says he doesn’t need them now. He intended them for me but I wouldn’t play along with him.”

“What are they?” I asked.

“Giant balloons,”

“What!”

“Giant balloons that you can climb into, apparently. I have never tried but there are instructions with them. Derek wanted me to climb in one and be trapped. I wouldn’t and never did because I didn’t like the way Derek talked about them. You need a blower…”

Sheila held up the electrical appliance.

“…to inflate them sufficiently to climb in.”

“That sound like an interesting idea,” Margaret said, “but not sexual. Anyone inside a balloon would be inaccessible.”

“I think Derek’s idea was that I should get in except for my head which I should use to give him a blow-job as he mounted the balloon.”

“That sounds difficult and complicated,” Margaret said, “and impossible without cooperation.”

“Which I would never have given to Derek, not by the time he bought them,” Sheila said.

“But you would like to see whether getting inside a balloon is possible?” I suggested.

“Yes, but only with people I trust, like you and Margaret.”

“OK,” Margaret said. “We have a couple of hours before the meal is ready. If we go back upstairs the three of us can finish sorting the stuff from the jumble sale and try a balloon. Alan? Could you get the six bags from the loft? Please?”

“The six bags from the loft?” Sheila queried.

“There were six bags that apparently contain woman’s nightwear that couldn’t be sold at the jumble sale,” I replied. “We haven’t even opened them yet so have no idea what that means.”

“Sounds intriguing,” Sheila said.

She carried her bag of balloons and blower upstairs while I went into the loft and passed the six bags to Margaret.

When Margaret and I came into the bedroom Sheila was examining the petticoats and wedding dress.

“I think they must have belonged to Alison,”Sheila said. “She moved out about three weeks ago. Their house was sold after the divorce from Michael. She was large and tall with very long legs. Michael was even taller than her, but they had little else in common. She has gone to stay with her parents while she flat hunts in London and put her things in storage. But she wouldn’t have wanted her old wedding dress and accessories. They would have reminded her that her marriage was a mistake.”

I piled the six bags on the bed. Margaret opened one and tipped out the contents. It was a pile of brightly coloured satin nightdresses. There were three of them but each was very long and large.

“Why couldn’t they have sold those?” she asked.

I picked one up and looked closely.

“Because they are for bondage,” I said. “Look. The sleeves end in closed mittens, the lower hem is sewn shut and the back zip locks.”

“And they are enormous,” Margaret said, holding another one up. “It’s long enough to contain Michael.”

She unzipped the back and climbed in. Her hands didn’t reach the mittens. As she fitted it around her shoulders there was a large fold below her knees. I zipped up the back but didn’t lock it. Even if her hands had been in the mittens she couldn’t have undone that zip. At the side of the body there were strong tapes to tie to hold the arms fixed by the sides. I left them undone. I lifted the attached hood over her head. It had a drawstring that I tightened. Margaret’s face was covered except for her nose. I could easily have closed the hood further to bag her head completely but I opened it again and pulled the back zip down so she could get out.

“Once inside you are bagged completely,” Margaret said. “There is no way anyone could get out without help.”

“That gives me an idea,” Sheila said. “The balloon instructions suggest that you should wear gloves and socks to avoid your nails puncturing the balloon, but wearing one of those nightdresses, you couldn’t.”

“Do you want to try?” Margaret asked.

“Yes, why not?” Sheila replied.

It wasn’t as simple as we thought. We had to inflate the balloon fully and every time that Sheila tried to fit inside, the balloon deflated as she put esenyurt escort an arm or leg in. Eventually we discovered if we had the blower’s nozzle beside her we could compensate for the loss of air as she wriggled, or we heaved, the balloon around her. We stopped with only her head protruding but she found the balloon’s neck was almost strangling her. She pulled her head inside and I tightened a drawstring around the balloon’s neck.

The inflated balloon was transparent. We could see Sheila clearly, bagged in a nightdress and trapped in a balloon. She tried to stand up but kept falling over until Margaret and I held the balloon steady. After about a couple of minutes she asked to come out. That was even more difficult than getting her in. As we undid the neck of the balloon and she started to move her head out, the balloon deflated and constricted around her very tightly, forcing her into a ball. We had to keep using the blower to inflate the balloon enough for her to move. It had taken twenty minutes to fit Sheila into the balloon and half an hour to get her out again.

Margaret wanted to try too. Now we had an idea of what we were doing it was quicker and easier. Again she could not stop with her head protruding. She had to be fully inside or stop with the balloon’s mouth around her shoulders. On her shoulders the balloon was leaking air and tightening fiercely around her. There was no way that Sheila could have given Derek a blow job with the balloon constricting her neck.

The two of them decided I should be inside the balloon next but by the time I had been zipped into a bondage nightdress the meal was ready. Margaret zipped me up, locked the zip, flipped the hood over my head and completely closed the hood’s drawstring leaving me blindfolded on the bed. I struggled helplessly, bagged in the satin bondage nightdress as they went downstairs to dish up the meal. They left me for about ten minutes before Sheila returned to release me.

She removed the hood and kissed me full on the lips, the first time she ever had.

“Don’t worry, Alan,” Sheila said. “I’ll persuade Margaret to be gentle with you. It is nice to know that at least you love me, now that Derek has gone.”

She helped me out of the nightdress before we went downstairs for the meal.

“What did you want my advice about, Sheila?” I asked. “I assume it wasn’t about the giant balloons.”

“No, Alan. Derek’s classic motorcycle is in the garage and he wants it back. You have a motorcycle license, don’t you?”

“Yes, but… Why doesn’t he ride it himself?”

“It had a puncture before he went away. He repaired it but didn’t have time to put the front wheel back on the bike. I don’t want him around fixing it. He has asked that it be delivered to the storage facility. He has agreed by text message that you could ride it there.”

Sheila showed me Derek’s text message.

“OK. My insurance covers me to ride it with the owner’s permission. Next Saturday OK with you?”

“Not before?”

“I don’t know how long it might take to fit the wheel and I’d rather do it, and ride the bike in daylight. What is it?”

“I’m not sure. I know it has a big engine that tales a hefty heave on the kick start and he has to use a half-compression lever, whatever that is. The engine slopes if that’s any help.”

“Then it might be a Panther 120. If so, the front wheel will probably be easy to fit, Nine o’clock Saturday morning OK with you, Sheila?”

“Yes, Alan, thank you.”

“What about the rest of those black sacks?” Margaret asked when we had finished eating.

“OK,” I said. “We don’t need all of them if they are the same.”

“I think Alison might have made them to contain Michael,” Sheila said. “Anyone bound inside one couldn’t get out, couldn’t initiate sex and no one else could have sex with the person inside. Michael might have been aroused by being trapped in a nightdress but he couldn’t do anything to Alison. If that turned him on, and Alison was reluctant to have sex with Michael, I can see her making them.”

“Six bags full?” Margaret queried.

“If Michael reached climax while restrained, they might need frequent washing but that is a lot…” Sheila said.

It was. The other five sacks each contained three more nightdresses, all except one like the first three. Inside one of the bags were five sealed packets containing pink fur-lined handcuffs. The exception appeared to be a Royal Blue Zentai suit but with what looked to be like a cape around the shoulders.

Margaret climbed into the Zentai suit. I zipped up the back. The hood was resting in front of her. I lifted that and continued to pull the zip up to the top of the hood.

“Can you breathe?” I asked.

Margaret’s voice was slightly muffled.

“Yes, and I can see too except everything is blue.”

She stood up from the bed. The apparent cape slipped off her shoulders and down. It was an outside layer. While Margaret stood still I pulled the cape down. It was a complete sheath like a tightly fitted column dress. As I pulled it down the elastic in the material gripped around Margaret, imprisoning her arms. I kept pulling and the sheath extended beyond her feet. I lifted her on the bed before pulling further. Her feet were totally hidden and there was a drawstring at the bottom hem. When I closed that she was completely bagged in blue material and unable to extract herself.

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Ch. 02: The Week After

She woke to the feeling of piss shooting up her ass.

“Yes, fuck your piss up my ass harder.” She cried out in her sleep.

The piss stopped flowing and the huge cock in her ass thrust forward to the balls in one push.

“So full I love it.” She mummered to herself as she was being fucked into the soft ground. Slosh her belly full of filth was making obscene noises as her anal assailant picked up the already frantic pace. How long was I out? She could not remember anything.

“Gods yes fuck my shit.” The pressure in her ass mixed with the massive amount of piss had worked her shit free and the monster cock was now mashing it into paste. The vulgar words that flowed out her mouth brought some flashes of her memory. She was framed and set up so this must be her punishment

“Oh gods if this is what I get for wronging you.” “You can all go fuck yourselves.” She screamed out as she organismed gushing stream after stream of piss out of her gaping cunt. As she came down from her cum the cock in her ass humped away building her up for many more. Her body finally waking up she feels dirty all over cum and piss drying on her body. She inhales deeply.

“Shit.”

She tried to open her eyes bağcılar escort they were sealed shut. She tried to move her arms no luck they were bound her legs as well. She wet her lips and tasted the pissy cum shit mix. Her head was pushed down into the ground.

“Eat.”

What did he say? Again her head was slammed into the ground.

“Eat bitch.”

“Fuck you dick.”

She would had said more but her mouth was filled with the soft ground and as her taste buds told her the soft ground was shit covered in cum and piss she felt the cock grow longer and thicker. The pressure on her head did not let up the scummy mix was going up her nose and down her throat “I’ll pass out soon if he doesn’t let up.” The cock already huge now grew even more the pumping stopped. Her ass stretching to fourteen inches around the monster cock her ass on fire.

“Eat.”

She licked the ground getting a puddle of piss floating on the shit. She attacked it slurping and biting. Her eyes clearing from the piss, her mouth full, her head was released.

“Fuck.” She moved her ass down and back up faster she pumped her ass hard but even without her head being forced down still she ate. Licking zeytinburnu escort the piss lovingly a hard turd floated to her she flicked her tongue and into her mouth it went. Chewing it up and mashing it in to her teeth she moaned.

A flood of cum fills her ass and the huge cock pulls out leaving the gaping hole with scum bubbling out of it. She looks up to see the huge hairy cock coated in cum and shit and smiles shit still sticking to her teeth. She opens her mouth wide “fuck my face master.”

A grunt of approval as it buries its cock in her mouth.

“Yes, yes harder,” she moans around the cock. Her bonds loosened she grasps the cock and strokes the hairy shaft fast as the huge head pushes down her throat and starts to piss.

“So thirsty yes.” She gulps down the golden liquid. Her full belly sloshes more it hurts its so full and still she drinks its piss. She runs her hand down her body, her breasts pierced at the nipples held together tight by chain, down her bulging belly to her destroyed pussy and ass her fingers flying on her clity.

“So good,” she pisses on her hand and slides the whole hand up her ass. She pushes hard and shit mashes into her florya escort hand. Bringing her shit covered hand to her face she pulls the cock out and gets hit with a blast of piss in the face she licks her hand while aiming the pissing cock all over her body. It pulls away and turns to leave. “don’t leave me.”

There will be more and she sees the huge cock drag on the ground like a tail as the hairy maggot shaped man thing stalked away. She smiled and licked her lips splashing in her piss. As she looks around she sees the line of people waiting to rape her. She cries tears of lust.

“next.”

Three massive barbarians with clubs came forth .”hi guys want to fuck me?” laying back in the cummy piss shit, legs wide open. One man thrust his club in her cunt. ” ugh yes more,” the second man pushed his club in next to his brothers. ” yes oh gods, ” the two men pulled and pushed their clubs at the same time as the third greased his club with the scummy mix and plowed it in to her ass.

“Guys?” “Piss in my mouth now,” and did they ever. Their clubs still sticking out of her holes all three men put their cocks in her mouth at the same time and pissed. She passed out from pleasure.

“Brawlen come see the plan is working the whole of the tribes are waiting to fuck her,” ” No one has found that the holy relics are gone.” Ashley jerks on Brawlen’s cock.

“Yes, miss Ashley your plan is flawless.” Brawlen is bursting to cum but first.

“Fuck my ass.” Ashley rubs his cock on her tight brown bud. He slides in easy and starts to pound her ass.

“perfect” Ashley smiles.

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Summer is my favorite season. After a long cold winter the weather starts warming up, everyone becomes a bit more carefree and the girls tend to wear less clothing. At least that’s the way it here on campus at Owens Community College outside of Des Moines. And when I say girls, I mean instructors too. This summer we seem to have a fine crop of new female instructors with great bodies and a willingness to show them off. One instructor in particular is Courtney Sims.

Courtney is fresh out of grad school and working her first teaching assignment this summer. She is definitely not your average Owens Algebra instructor. Most of our math instructors are male and what few females we do have are older and not what you would call sexy in the least. Courtney on the other hand is twenty-seven, about five ten, and I’m guessing about a hundred and forty pounds. Her shoulder length natural blonde hair is silky smooth and her long muscular legs are well tanned from playing tennis every chance she gets. She has fairly large breasts that sit high on her chest, and her complexion is flawless. But what sets Courtney apart is her ass. It is absolutely perfect; round and firm and clearly an eye catcher. And the short tight dresses she wears to class each day accentuates it perfectly. And since I have yet to see any visible panty lines I am absolutely positive she wears nothing on under her dresses but a light weight sheer bra that allows her pointy nipples to shine through all day long.

As luck would have it she is teaching out of the class room adjacent to mine which not only allows me to steal glances at her all day long, but has also afforded me the opportunity to get to know her quite well. In fact I have taken it upon myself to not only show her around the campus but also set-up a casual date to show her around town this coming Friday night.

It seemed like it took a year for Friday to roll around and I was about to die with anticipation. I was hoping Courtney would wear something short and sexy and she didn’t disappoint me. When she came to the door she was wearing a short red dress and sandals and nothing else but a smile. And she smelled good enough to eat.

“Hi Jim,” she said with a big warm smile as I walked into her small but well furnished living room. “I have been looking forward to tonight all week. I am dying to get out and see the town.”

“Well there isn’t that much to see but I think we can find something to do that will take our minds off Owens for a few hours,” I teased. “Actually Geno’s Bar and Grill has a great band playing tonight along with the best seafood in town. It’s not fancy but it’s the most entertaining place in town.”

“It sounds good to me,” Courtney said as she grabbed her purse and led me to the door.

Being the gentleman that I am, I opened the car door to my Mustang GT and let Courtney slide in the passenger side front seat. And my speculation about what she was wearing under her dress proved to be right. As her long legs parted climbing into the car I got a good clear look at her silky smooth pussy. Fuck she looked hot and I was turned on to the max. Oh man what I wouldn’t give to sink my cock into her right here and now.

Geno’s was packed and rocking by the time we arrived. After ordering drinks we hit the dance floor and myself and a dozen other guys almost froze as Courtney began to dance. The girl could dance, that’s for sure. The way feriköy escort she shook her ass was hypnotizing. One thing was certian – Courtney new how to work it. After a couple of more fast songs the band slowed it down with the old Lynyrd Skynyrd classic “Freebird” and I got my first chance to hold Courtney’s hot body next to mine.

As I held Courtney close she pressed her body tightly against mine and rotated and ground her pelvis against my anxious cock. Fuck I was as bad as a high school freshman at his first school dance. I’m sure she could feel my cock getting hard and pressing against her because she pressed her body closer and began doing a bump and grind that brought it to a full erection. As we continued to dance our lips found their way to each other and we kissed a long slow kiss that didn’t ended until the band took a break.

Back at our table our food had arrived and we spent the next hour eating, drinking and getting to know one another a little better. I soon learned that Courtney had played tennis all through school from junior high to college. And according to her, she would have turned pro had it not been for a knee injury during her senior year at Nebraska. From the way she danced you would never know she had had a major knee injury. I also learned Courtney was a pretty fair whiskey drinker. I’m not sure how many shots we had before calling it a night but we both had a good buzz working when they turned on the lights and ran us out of the place.

Too wasted to drive I haled a taxi and gave the driver Courtney’s address. When we arrived at her apartment I told the driver to wait but Courtney quickly nixed that idea.

“You’ve gotta come on in for a night cap,” she said with a cum to me look.

“Well, if you insist,” I said with a grin.

I paid the taxi and followed her inside.

Once inside it didn’t take long to see where the rest of night was headed. Courtney, showing signs of someone who had had one too many shots of whiskey, clumsily wrapped her arms around my neck and nearly sucked my tongue out of my mouth. Her hands were all over me pulling and rubbing as she ground her body into mine. I let my hands slip down to her ass and grabbed both cheeks and pulled her to me. Soon she was dry fucking me along with non-stop passionate kisses. Holy shit this girl was on fire.

As my hands found their way under her short red dress and touched the bare flesh of her warm ass she moaned and groaned and began to gyrate her hips even more. By now my cock was raging hard again and begging for attention. Courtney must have sensed it because she broke our kiss and took me by the hand and let me down a short hallway to her bedroom. As we walked through the door she turned on a lamp, kicked off her sandals and started pulling her dress over her head.

Holy shit what a body this young woman possessed. Her fucking ass was plump and tight and her legs were long and muscular, and I couldn’t wait to sink my big hard cock in her!

I was sitting on the bed taking my shoes and shirt off when Courtney pushed me onto my back and with expert precision had my pants and boxers over my ankles and on the floor before you could say one two three go.

I was still struggling with my shirt when she climbed on top of me. She straddled my legs with hers and bent down and swallowed my entire cock with one big kayaşehir escort gulp. And man did this girl know how to suck cock. Her head bobbed up and down my shaft in piston like fashion sucking and nibbling my throbbing cock like there was no tomorrow. I reached up and grabbed her breasts and playfully pinched her nipples with my fingers. Jesus, they were warm and tender and felt just as good as I thought they would.

As far as I could tell I only had one major problem; the way she was sucking my cock it was just a matter of time before I shot my wad. And when she slipped a finger in my ass it was show time. Almost instantly I shot a load of hot cum into her warm waiting mouth. And I’ll give her credit, she never flinched or stopped sucking until every last drop of cum had flowed out of my cock. And it must have been one hell of a load because she had cum oozing out of the side of her mouth when she pulled away from my cock.

“Oh fuck baby, that was good,” I finally managed to mumble as I lay helpless on the big king bed. If I died right now I wouldn’t have any regrets I thought to myself. This was about as close to heaven as I needed to be at this very moment.

With her body still straddling me Courtney sat up and flashed an evil grin my way and began to gently stroke my near lifeless cock. Sensing she was in need of relief, I wiggled out from under her and nudged her onto her back. She quickly drew her knees up and parted her legs. I placed my hands under her ass and eagerly crawled between her thighs and pressed my tongue against her silky smooth pussy. She moaned softly at first as I let my tongue glide up and down the length of her moist lips. She was sopping wet and her tangy juices quickly seeped onto my tongue as I flicked it in and out of her cunt. Her sweet aroma soon filled the air I was breathing and I could feel my cock begin to come back to life.

As my tongue drifted down to her puckered asshole Courtney began to circle her clit with her fingers. “Oh yes, suck my asshole,” she whimpered as my tongue danced around her forbidden zone. When my tongue darted back into her pussy she arched her hips and pushed forward forcing it into her.

When she’s had all she could take Courtney grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me away and said, “Put your cock in me baby.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. With dick in hand I crawled back between her legs and pushed my cock into her warm pussy. And Jesus what a warm tight pussy it was. I managed to push about half of my cock into her and slowly began to pump it in and out. With every pump it went a little deeper until my balls were slapping her ass. She pulled me to her and we locked lips as I began to ram my cock in and out of her cunt with a strong steady rhythm.

I pulled free from her mouth and pushed her legs high as I began to ram my cock faster and deeper in to her wet pussy. Courtney was moaning and whimpering as I hammered her for all I was worth. With her eyes closed and her head tossing from side to side I pounded her pussy over and over until she finally let out a loud squeal and arched her hips in the air and held me motionless for a moment or two. I could feel her pussy clenching my cock as her orgasm raced aimlessly inside. I soon followed blasting a load cum deep inside her pussy.

Once she regained her senses Courtney opened her yenibosna escort eyes and a big smile emerged across her flushed face. “Fuck baby that’s just what I needed,” she said. I rolled over next to her and both of us were content just to lie still and catch our breath.

By now the whiskey we drank earlier was beginning to take its toll and it was all either one of us could do to keep our eyes open. I hadn’t planned on staying the night but at this point I didn’t have a choice. When I leaned over to give Courtney a good night kiss she was already passed out. I pulled the sheet over us, switched off the light and drifted off to sleep too.

Sometime later I was awakened from my sleep to a peculiar but very erotic sensation. At first I thought I was probably dreaming. It appeared as if someone was sucking my cock and pushing something into my ass. The room was dark and it took me a minute or so to get my eyes adjusted and when I did I was taken aback. My legs were spread wide and Courtney was between them. She was gently stroking my semi-hard cock with one hand and gingerly pushing a rigid but soft textured object in and out of my ass. As my eyes became more adjusted to the darkness I could now see that Courtney was wearing a strap-on and was literally fucking me in the ass and jacking me off at the same time.

Fuck, I have to admit I was shocked. In fact I’m not sure shocked really described my feelings. Maybe dumbfounded is a more accurate description of how I was feeling. I should also let you know that as far as my ass goes she was working in virgin territory. But I have to admit, much to my surprise it felt really good. It felt so good in fact that I feigned sleeping so I wouldn’t disturb her.

A short time later she let go of my cock and pushed my knees up and began to push the dildo faster and deeper into my eager ass. I had always thought that I would be too embarrassed to ever let a woman fuck me like this but in a strange way I was really enjoying it. As she began to find her rhythm both of us began to moan a little. I figured she had to know I was awake by now so I grabbed my cock and started stroking it as Courtney continued to fuck me hard and deep. Fuck this was turning out to be one the most erotic experiences I had ever had.

With Courtney bearing down on my ass I stroked my cock hard and furious until I shot cum all over my stomach. Courtney slowing stopped pumping and bent over me and began to lick the cum of my body. She also took hold of my cock and slowly stroked it, milking every last drop of juice from it. Satisfied that she licked my stomach clean she let the dildo slide out of my ass and placed my cock in her mouth and gave it a good tongue lashing before setting it free. I was at a loss for words. All I could do was just savor the moment. Courtney unstrapped her apparatus and lay down beside me on her stomach. With a mischievous grin on her face she looked at me and said, “How was that baby?”

“Much more erotic than I would have ever dreamed,” I told her.” A little embarrassing at first,” I said, “but very erotic.”

We kissed and snuggled for a while and after a quick shower and some coffee it was time for me to go.

“Courtney, I don’t know what to say. This was one of the most unusual and most enjoyable nights of my life.”

“Well, James I had a great time too, and I’d love to do it again sometime. All you have to do is say when,” she said with a smile.

As the horn of the taxi sounded we shared one last kiss at the door before I was on my way. What a night that was. As I sat in the back of the taxi all I could do was reminisce. As I relived the events of the preceding night there was one thing I knew for sure — I would definitely be seeing Courtney again real soon.

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The clouds finally parted, and a streak of sun shined on his life for the first time in two years. The light was named Anaé, and Nick knew the moment he saw her that she’d change him.

She was lithe, with dark hair and big eyes. He approached her at a wine bar in the suburbs. Nick hated the fucking suburbs. To him they represented the lies of marriage. The lies of the middle class American family. He left the suburbs, and all its lies, two years ago and found a small room at a downtown motel. The place was old, but clean and fairly safe. He took a second floor room and moved in a few personal things to make it home.

“I like malbec…from Mendoza.” Anaé sat across the table from him, her lips perfectly glossed and pouted.

“I do too.” Nick had caught her eye as she ordered her first glass and waited until her glass was empty before making the bold move to ask her if she was expecting someone. She wasn’t, and after the usual pleasantries, they settled at a quiet table.

“Have you been to Argentina?” Nick asked. He was dressed in his work attire. A suit. Nick was a suit now and although he’d once hated the idea of tying a tie each morning, it had grown on him.

“I have. Have you been?” Anaé kept her glass close to her face as she talked. Her eyes were painted dark. Nick liked that. Like wearing a tie, he’d let go of previous prejudices about women and what he found attractive. She wore a black cocktail dress that fit her perfectly.

“I haven’t. It’s on the list.” He smiled, then tasted the wine.

“Oh, there’s a list? I must hear more about this.” Anaé smiled as she talked, her eyes teasing Nick.

“Actually, I don’t have a list. Just a few things I’d like to experience.” Nick held her gaze. His heart flipped in his chest, then flipped again. He hadn’t had the attention of a woman like this since well before he was married.

“Tell me some of the things on this list, I’m interested.” Anaé touched the glass to her lips and continued to stare at him.

“Will you tell me some of yours?” Nick asked. Anaé nodded, smiling. özbek escort

Over the next hour they shared, wine and stories. Aspirations. At one point Anaé excused herself to the ladies’ room and Nick noticed how the men looked at her.

When she returned the eyes of the men were again on her body, her beauty. They couldn’t help themselves. The conversation continued. More wine. More smiles and sharing. They grew increasingly comfortable with one another. The bar emptied out, suburbanites returning to their heavily mortgaged homes with manicured lawns and friendly neighbors. Nick had no mortgage, no lawn, and his neighbors included a drunken writer and a young couple who’d eloped.

“Tell me, Nick,” Anaé smiled devilishly at him. “Is there anything sexual on your list of things you’d like to experience?”

Again, their eyes locked as Nick considered the question. The malbec dampened his nerves, and heightened his sexual senses. “Just one.” he said.

“Tell me.” she said.

Nick began.

He woke with a wine induced headache that subsided when he remembered his night with Anaé. His morning was spent sipping black coffee, ignoring the work on his desk, and replaying the conversation from the night before. He floated when he thought of her words, her smiles, and the way she felt in his arms when they hugged before leaving in separate taxis. His confidence refreshed him with possibility.

At three in the afternoon, while in the break room pouring what must have been his tenth cup of coffee, his phone beeped the familiar sound of an incoming text. His heart filled, then filled even more when he saw it was from her.

‘There’s something I’d love to show you tonight. ;-)’ Nick read the message again. He contemplated the possibilities. He read the message again as he walked back to his desk, spilling coffee on his shirt. At his desk, he read it again.

He ignored his work for the next twenty minutes, the same as he’d ignored it all day, then answered Anaé’s text, ‘I’d love to see. 8 o’clock.’ He added his address and room number.

Once home from work, he poured himself a drink and took a shower. He put on a fresh shirt and pants. His thoughts were scattered, yet focused only on her. azeri escort At 8:15 he checked his phone to see if he was mistaken on the time he’d given her. He poured another drink. At 8:25 he heard a car door slam in the parking lot below. He glanced through the thin curtain and saw her, Anaé. It was only then that he was certain it wasn’t all a dream.

She had on a long black coat and her hair was pulled back. He lost sight of her while she climbed the motel steps but his heart jumped nonetheless when she tapped on his door. He opened it, smiled, and without a word, welcomed her into his room.

He handed her a drink, whiskey, per their conversation the night before. She touched the glass to her lips without taking her eyes off his. She was even more stunning than he’d remembered. The room was illuminated only by the red neon light of the motel sign near the road.

Nick sat in the chair near the window. He downed his drink, an attempt to quell the nerves. She bent over and set her drink on the small table next to Nick. He could smell her perfume.

Anaé stood before him and opened the coat. Under it, she wore only a short, black camisole. She took the coat off her shoulders and set it on the bed next to him. She stood still for a moment, and then began moving her hips back and forth, slowly. There was no music, but Anaé moved her body with a slow rhythm. Nick settled in his chair.

Anaé’s hands caressed her body through the silk camisole. Her fingertips traced her hips and across her chest. Nick watched, fighting the urge to reach out and grab her small body and hold it against his. After a few moments, Anaé took the thin straps off her shoulders and let the lingerie fall off her breasts. They were small, with dark nipples that were puckered and standing up.

She moved between Nick’s knees and bent over, her hands resting on his thighs. Without kissing, she grazed her lips over his. Nick again fought his instinct to take her. She continued tracing her lips over his cheek and down his neck.

Anaé stood, and pushed the camisole down over her hips. It fell to the floor. She was naked now, and Nick could see the small black patch of pubic hair between her legs. It was sleek, and lay flat against her body. türkmen escort He watched as she began moving her hips again, though this time, he could see the entirety of her body. She turned around, like her breasts, her ass was small and round, not yet affected by the cruelty of gravity.

Again she put her hands on Nick’s thighs and touched her lips to his. They were sticky, and her breath smelled of the whiskey she stopped and sipped every few minutes. Not yet had a word been spoken, but so much had been shared and experienced since she entered his room.

Anaé held Nick’s head with both hands and massaged his face with her nipples. They were as hard as pebbles. Nick opened his mouth and let them in. His hands, which had hung at his side until now, were on her hips. Anaé ran her fingers through his hair while Nick tasted her breasts.

Anaé rubbed Nick’s penis through his pants, then lowered his zipper and took him out. Her long, delicate fingers wrapped around him, and Nick let out a sigh. Anae stood, and walked to the dresser across.

Nick stood, and moved behind her. He traced his finger tips up and down her back for a moment, their eyes locked in the reflection of the mirror. He kissed her thin neck and shoulders, kneeding her breasts and nipples with his hands. She bent over the dresser, her eyes inviting Nick to put himself inside her. He did, slowly. Anaé gasped, then looked at Nick over her shoulder.

She was tight around him, pulsing with each stroke. Nick knew he wouldn’t last long, the moment was too electric, too intense. This young, exotic girl, smart, well travelled, and here she was, fulfilling one of his fantasies. It wasn’t lost on him that her every move had been about him. About making his moment perfect. She was still looking over her shoulder at him with that same devilish smile on her face as she had the night before when she asked if any of his unfulfilled experiences were sexual. Nick smiled at her. It was then, the moment perfect, that Nick finished inside her.

Anaé turned around and Nick kissed her deeply. He wrapped his arms around her small, naked body and held her tight. Then, still without a word, Anaé moved away from him, put on her coat and stuffed the camisole into her purse. She smiled at him as he held the door, then she left.

Nick watched out the window as she climbed in a waiting taxi.

A few hours later, his mind still full of the images of Anaé dancing before him, Nick’s phone beeped the familiar sound of an incoming text. It was her.

The clouds that had shadowed his world for the past two years were now fully parted.

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She lay awake in bed, her eyes tracing the posters of beer advertisements and gracefully distasteful Playmates. The sheets reeked of body odor, beer and ancient semen. Shelley swore she never knew why she stayed in that contemptible bed, but deep down, she knew the truth. The reason she fucked the arrogant frat boy was for a quick thrill and hopes for affection. Both were illusions: the thrill had melted onto discontent with sex and the affection never existed. She only slept there for convenience after the quick screw; he was always too drunk to drive her home. Removing his dick, he would grunt good night, and then turn around into slumber.

The sun woke Shelley and she clumsily threw on her clothes from last night. She left without a kiss or a goodbye and stumbled down the Walk of Shame. Too annoyed for sleep, she showered away the tears of regret, slowly rubbing her clit, accomplishing what the Neanderthal never could. After drying off from the shower and orgasm, she dressed and went to see the only person she knew would be awake this early on a Saturday.

Shelley was never ashamed of her body, as you could tell from her outfit consisting of a miniskirt that clutched her firm ass and the powder blue tank top that exposed her tempting and luscious breasts. Even without the dynamite body, her fierce, emerald eyes could strike a hard on for any man daring enough to look her straight in the eye. It was no surprise that even that nuns who taught at her high school turned their heads when she walked by. Despite all her credentials, she found herself settling on the first archaic pick up line she heard in college.

Shelley walked slowly to Chris’ apartment. She didn’t know him well, but his expertise in computers and quirky sense of humor made the friendship beneficial. He opened his door quickly after the first knock, only slightly shocked by her arrival at dawn. He had undoubtedly been laboring at his computer all night.

“Hey Shelley, good morning. Wanna cup of coffee?” he asked as he lead her inside bodrum escort his place. For the first time, she noticed the drastic contrast between his ebony hair and gentle blue eyes. When he turned around for an answer, she gasped when she saw violent waves of sapphire roll through his eyes. Her vision moved lower, past his pouty lips, onto his bare, chiseled chest. He was not an exotic steroid pumped body builder, but his torso was perfectly toned and dominating. Shelley bit her lip as she felt her panties moisten.

“Coffee? No thanks. Let’s just go to your room,” she finally replied. Shelley’s mind raced with her newfound attraction. Did his shy and demure nature keep his extremely fuckable qualities hidden? Or did her obsession with the loser who quickly faded from her memory prevent her from seeing real opportunities?

He sat at his desk as Shelley lay down on his bed. They had ten minutes of frivolous small talk about weather, classes, and mutual friends. Shelley could stand it no longer as her carnal lust possessed her. She walked to him, then straddled her legs over him.

“I want you to fuck me,” she announced confidently. Chris seemed overwhelmed by the possibility, but he overcame that as he looked into Shelley’s eyes.

“Okay. I’ve never had sex, so why don’t you fuck me?”

Shelley answered with a decisive kiss. As their warm tongues met, he wrapped his godly arms around her, pulling her into his erect cock. Shelley’s clit tingled with anticipation as she felt his bulge beneath her. The deflowering had begun.

Kissing became an uproar of passion. Chris’ virginal hands roamed freely across her back. That wasn’t enough for Shelley as her flawless tits burned with ardor. Slowly taking off her tank top, she revealed to Chris his every fantasy. A light pink bra bound her voluptuous breasts. Chris’ purity vanished as he fumbled with the bra, finally removing it to exhibit her hard, pink nipples.

“Lick them.” Shelley demanded. Chris bitez escort encased her lovely nipples in his lips then tasted the sweet, soft flesh. At first he was timid and gentle, but then an erotic fervor spread through his loins. His hand cupped the breasts his mouth wasn’t savoring and caressed it with hunger. This intense and affectionate stimulation was intoxicating to Shelley and she let out a low, melodic moan.

As his unsure finger graced past her crotch, she could no longer take the teasing. Her clit tickled, then ordered more. Shelley sat up from Chris’ lap. Torturing Chris and his hard dick, she slowly danced out of the skirt. Now, only in a pink, lace thong, she laid down on his bed, offering her curvy, feminine body to him.

“Take off my panties.” Chris followed her command, shaking with arousal and apprehension. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, he gently peeled the moist thong from Shelley. Immediately, he was dizzy with rapture as he saw the smooth, silky skin surrounding her pink cunt. Possessed by an appetite he had never known, he dug his face deep into her legs, hungering for the sweet juices of her pussy. As he licked the outer lips, Shelley’s body eagerly tensed up. His tongue teased and kissed. Neither could stand the temptation, so Chris spread open her lips, embraced the Mecca before him, and unleashed his strong, sensual tongue onto her throbbing clit. He was obsessed with the smell of sugar and sweat. Shelley shook with delight as her clit swelled with pleasure. His tongue quicken its pace and increased pressure; Shelley let out shrills and groans of euphoria. Her own hands added to the experience as she pinched her erect tits. For being a sexual novice, Chris indeed mastered eating pussy. He massaged her soft thighs as Shelley had the most intense orgasm of her life. Her muscles exploded with energy and a flood of cum flowed into Chris’ mouth. He moaned at the full, delicious taste of his lover.

By now, Chris’ cock bodrum merkez escort ached for sex.

“I need you to fuck me right now,” Shelley said. She sat up and lead his shoulders to the bed. Chris was on his back now, lying down. Shelley slowly took off his boxers, revealing his dick pointing to the sky. Amazed, Shelley observed the length and girth of his impressive cock. Leaning over his thick cock, she licked the warm, sweet precum of his soft head. Chris’ breathing became deep and heavy as Shelley’s tongue rolled around the tip of his penis. Her tongue felt smooth and firm. Chris’ fingers went through her silky hair as Shelley swallowed his dick deeper and deeper into her throat. He growled with ecstasy as her tongue stroked his rock hard dick and her hands massaged his balls. Shelley’s intense eyes gazed into Chris’ as she bobbed her head up and down his cock. Just as Chris felt his muscles tense up, she released his member from her satin mouth.

“I want to feel you inside of me,” Shelley whispered as she straddled his again. She sat on his huge cock, rubbing it against her hard, wet clit. The friction was irresistible, so Shelley firmly grabbed his smoldering cock and thrusted him inside her dripping cunt. Chris’ eyes widened with surprised pleasure as Shelley moved her body in a lustful rhythm. His finger furiously attacked her clit as he pulsed deeper into her tight pussy. Drunk with passion, they gazed into each other’s eyes. They fucked hard as Shelley’s hips plunged his giant, juicy manhood into the depths of ecstasy. Shelley aggressively fondled her tits to deal with his electric dick and finger.

“You’re beautiful,” Chris shouts as he climaxes and releases a lifetime of desire. Shelley’s body shook with tremors as their cum mixed inside of her. Still connected, she lay on him. For an eternity they’re still, their heartbeats corresponding. At last they separate, but only to spoon and kiss throughout the night. She felt his breath on her back, smelled his luscious, sweaty body, and heard him whisper heavenly praises in her ear.

They slept into the day, eventually awaken by Shelley’s cell phone ringing. She recognized the number and ignored the call, never to speak to the drunken frat boy again. She crawled back to into his arms, and drifted back into a peaceful slumber. This is where she was meant to be.

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Well, I’m still having fun writing. Seems, though, that these two have had it way too easy. Time for a little trouble. So, let’s go to college.

*

My nouveau Bug was completely full. There was barely room for the two of us. Kim looked to stuff just one more bag of clothing somewhere. Her parents and I stood aside, looking on with amusement.

The nouveau Bug was a 1969 used Beetle, navy blue with a little rust. It ran great. But it was a Bug, meaning no air conditioning in the summer, and vestigial heat in winter. Good thing it was going to North Carolina, where the winters were far less severe than here in the Midwest. I had learned to change the oil and adjust the valves, a requirement every 1,500 miles or so with its air-cooled engine. I had done so the day before, so with a full tank of gas we were ready to travel.

Ever see the circus, where clown after clown emerges from a Bug? We were trying to do that in reverse, stuffing both our sets of college possessions. I had pared down mine as much as I could to leave more room for Kim, figuring that if there was something essential I had left out, I could get it at Duke in Durham.

Kim pushed with her sneakered foot. That foot attached to a long, tan leg, which attached to the finest butt in the universe, which sat upon a slender, toned, body-to-die-for, topped by a beautiful face framed by long, blonde hair, at the moment tied back in a pony tail. A complete six-foot package. The outfit? A simple grey Duke T-shirt, and a pair of farmer jean shorts: bib overalls with short, hemmed legs. She was so adorable. I could feel it in my heart every time I looked at her. Must be love.

“Give it up, Kim,” her dad said. We’ll mail it to you.”

“No,” she grunted. “One…more…push!” And the last pillowcase filled with clothing was stuffed in, barely.

“Congratulations!” I said. I was rewarded with a smile.

Mom fretted. “Now, you’re stopping tonight, right? You’re not going to try to drive all the way through?”

“No, Mom,” said Kim; in a way that suggested this wasn’t the first time this conversation had taken place, or even the sixth. “I have the motel money you gave me. We’ll make sure to stop for the night.”

“It’s just that with a stick shift, poor Dave has to do all the driving,” she said. “I don’t want him falling asleep behind the wheel.”

“I’ll be OK, ma’am,” I said confidently. “I know my limits, and I’ve planned our route. I think we can make Knoxville and then cut east. That should make it about a 12-hour day today, and much less tomorrow.”

“Uh,” Dad said, clearly uncomfortable. “And just what will the sleeping arrangements be tonight?”

Kim hugged him. “Oh, Daddy, all motels have two beds, if that’s what you’re worried about. We’ll be fine in one room. If Dave were going to take advantage of me, he’s had plenty of opportunity before now!” She kissed him on the cheek. I struggled to keep a straight face. Kim’s mom, who knew all about us, stifled a guffaw. Dad relaxed a little. Kim could charm the Grinch out of stealing Christmas.

“I guess you’re right. Well, you’d better be off if you want to beat rush hour going through Chicago.” Said Dad, mollified.

Kim hugged her mom. “Dave will take care of me, Mom, he always does.” They hugged tight, Mom whispered something, and Kim giggled.

She embraced her dad again, and I shook his hand and hugged her mom. Into the Bug we piled, and took off down the street. The adventure to college had officially begun.

It was a long day, but with windows down we were able to stay pretty cool. Bug zoomed down the interstates, through Chicago, Indianapolis, Louisville. We stopped for gas and snacks about every two hours, but pretty much kept going without a break. Bug got 35 mpg, and ran well. I pretty much stuck to 55 mph. It was 1973, and the first Arab oil embargo was trying to paralyze the country with $40-a-barrel oil. 55 was the patriotic speed.

We found a Holiday Inn outside Knoxville about 6:30. While it had a pool, we discovered that we would have to unpack most of the car to get our swimsuits, so we forgot the idea of a cool dip.

“I’m sooo stiff,” Kim complained. “I need to go for a run.” She had been doing about five miles a day to get in shape for basketball workouts. We checked in, taking the small bags of essentials we had kept handy for overnight.

“OK,” I said. “I’ll get us some take-out while you’re gone, and we can just relax here.

“Sounds good.” She changed in the bathroom into running shorts, and disappeared out the door.

To work. I got fried chicken and trimmings with some soft drinks. Food taken care of. Check. I found my secret bag in the car. Check. Into the bathroom, I took candles out of the bag and lit them. Check. Drew hot bath with special bubble bath. Check. Everything was ready.

Coming out of the bathroom, I closed the door behind me to wait for Kim’s return. About five minutes later (no time to spare, so bubble bath will still be hot. Check.), Kim came in the door, bodrum escort bayan sweat dripping down her face and hair plastered to her head. She puffed out a huge breath. How can someone look that pretty all sweated up? Easy, if you happen to be Kim.

“Wow, I needed that, but it’s sooo hot! Time for a shower.” She took her bag, and opened the bathroom door. She froze, and took in the sight. Slowly, she turned back to me.

“David? What’s this?”

“I have chicken. I thought a picnic would be nice, and a hot bubble bath for you would be a luxury you may not get for a while. I suspect they only have showers at school.”

“Can I eat in the tub?” She asked, in an excited voice.

“That’s the whole idea.”

“Will you join me?”

“On the floor. The tub’s a bit small for the two of us.”

Wasting mo more time, Kim stripped right there, and gingerly stepped into the tub. “Ow! It’s HOT!”

“Too hot?”

She settled in, breasts disappearing under a mountain of bubbles. “No, once you’re in, it feels heavenly.” She was too short for the tub, so to get her body in, her knees emerged from the bubbles. “Oh, this is so good!”

I came in and sat on the floor, and served her chicken and biscuits on a paper plate. I kept the soft drink handy, but since it was a glass bottle, I didn’t want to risk it slipping and breaking in the bathroom. We spent a pleasant hour munching and chatting. Kim was clearly enjoying the bath. I enjoyed seeing her face in the soft candlelight. But the second law of thermodynamics being what it is, the water cooled.

“I think this bath is about over. If it’s OK with you, I want to wash my hair under the shower. I’ll meet you in bed in a few minutes.”

“I thought we were in separate beds?” I ventured.

“Nope. Mom whispered to me that if you were going to do all that driving, that I should take very good care of you when we stopped. And I can’t do that from a separate bed!”

“I wondered why you giggled,” I said. “She’s the best.”

“She knows it. Out, handsome prince, while the princess cleanses her fair locks!”

I gathered the remains of the meal and the candles and left, closing the door behind me.

Fifteen minutes later, Kim emerged from the bathroom toweling her hair, buck naked. I had already tucked into bed, having shed my clothes. The air conditioning was set on high, and there was a refreshing chill in the room. I had placed the candles around the room. They shed a soft light. Kim looked at the sheets.

“Hey, big boy,” she said with mock sultriness. “Is that a pistol you’re packing under the covers, or are you happy to see me?” We laughed.

“He’s lonesome,” I moaned in not-altogether-pretend pain. “And so am I.”

“Well then, make room!” I lifted the covers and she crawled in, wrapping around me in prime cuddle position.

“It’s chilly out there!” she said. “This feels good!”

We snuggled for a long time, letting the greasy chicken settle a bit. After a time, she started kissing my neck and running her fingers through my hair.

“It’s time I took good care of you,” she said softly in my ear. “How would you like to make love to me?”

“I would like it very much,” I said. “How would you like me to do it?”

“David, I would very much like you to take me in your arms, lie on top of me, and make love as tenderly and lovingly as you can muster after a day’s worth of driving a Volkswagen on the interstate with the windows down on a hot day. Can you do that?”

I didn’t answer. I just kissed her. We kissed, and I felt her breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them. I felt her erect nipples, but decided that pinching or otherwise concentrating on them was too much tonight. My hand moved southwards and cupped her pussy, gently rubbing her. But again, an all-out attack on her clit didn’t fit. It wasn’t all that long before I looked into her eyes. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, slightly, once, with the trace of a smile.

I moved on top of her as she spread her legs to beckon me. My penis was at her entrance. I felt her hand take it and true its aim. Slowly, I moved forward and sank within her, feeling her velvety flesh encircle me. Bottoming out, I kissed her. Her ankles rested behind my knees.

And we made love. We made it slowly, tenderly, gently, and full of love. We kissed and held each other tight. The gentle rocking of my pelvis as I moved in and out of my beautiful woman was matched by her own gentle thrusts. We moved as one, full of love. We had a wonderful time. Covers over us, we nestled in the motel bed, on its too-soft mattress and cheap sheets, and didn’t have a care in the world. We didn’t worry about pleasing each other, we didn’t worry about loving each other. We knew, just as surely as we knew that our bodies were merged, that we were everything each other wanted.

Tender lovemaking is incredibly erotic, have you noticed?

Content in our knowledge, I felt the time coming on. I slowed, kissed Kim gümüşlük escort with as much love as I could gather, and entered her one last time to give her my essence. She felt me, gave a little cry, and closed in around me, all hands and arms and legs and body, to hold me close, shudder gently in her own orgasm. We lay, in supreme comfort and satisfaction, for a little while. I came off, and she snuggled into my chest. I think we were fast asleep in less than 30 seconds.

I awoke seeing early light through the cracks in the curtains. I was spooning with my lady, arm over her waist, threading up between her breasts to where my hand was on her shoulder, her chin resting on me. My morning erection lay between those lovely butt cheeks. To pee? Or to rub? Rubbing won. I gently stroked my rod.

Kim awoke and felt my movements. Purring, she wasted no time and with her hand guided me into her from behind. She was still wet from our session before sleep. I went in all the way immediately, and set to rocking, my hand on her hip. She arched back into me and cradled my head with her hand. I kissed her chin and neck. No words. Only silent love. My bottom arm, pretty much asleep from being under her neck, now moved down and took her bottom hip, so we were on our sides with me holding top and bottom. With a little more control, I could increase the tempo of my thrusts. Kim sighed and responded, hips bucking back against me. Now, it was a little more than just gentle lovemaking. We were doing some pretty serious rutting.

“Do you know what I see?” panted Kim.

“No, what?”

“A mirror above the dresser,” Which was across from the foot of the bed. “I like having you from behind, but can we get up?”

With only a tiny bit of grace, but without coming out, we maneuvered to where we could see ourselves in the mirror from the side. Somewhere in all of that I turned on a bedside lamp, so we’d have a good view. Our candles had long since burned down.

It excited Kim, and she bucked, doing all the work. “Oh, God! Look at your cock! I love to see and feel it disappear into me. Watch this!” And she proceeded to fuck me like a wild woman, on hands and knees, long hair hanging down, the poor bed rocking and bouncing and squeaking, and me more turned on than I had expected to be first thing in the morning. She pounded back against my abs, working her tight pussy on my dick, stroke after frenzied stroke, all the time watching our mating forms in the mirror..

He couldn’t take it, my penis. The excitement, the turn-on, the sight of a gorgeous blonde impaled on him, riding him for dear life. It made him upchuck. Or, rather, I came with abundance and ferocity, grabbing her hips, pulling her back towards me, and letting go. My contractions and the swelling of my helmet against her cervix caused her to scream out as a huge climax spread from her womb with blinding speed to make her entire body tingle. What had started as love had ended as lust, but the love never went away. It was always there, expressed, maybe, with a little more vigor.

We collapsed onto our sides, genitals still engaged, breathless. We pulled the sheets completely over our heads and huddled under them, napping. The Big Guy finally went limp enough to come out. Cuddling felt so good, because we weren’t sure when we would have the same opportunity again.

Reality finally intruded. “Let’s go to Durham,” I said.

“I need a shower first,” Kim said. “But I won’t wash my hair again.”

“Do you want to?” I asked, since I didn’t really understand how often girls liked to wash their hair.

“Well, I could. But I don’t have to,” she said, “It would be troublesome taking the time to dry it.”

“Why do you have to do that? Just let it dry in the car with the windows open.”

“As humid as it is, that’ll take forever.”

“Well, it’s a good six hours in the Bug today, so I think you’ll have time. I want to take a shower, too, but I’ll go second.”

She kissed my nose and hopped out of bed. Taking a minute, she sorted out her clothes for the day before slipping into the bathroom. I enjoyed the view of her naked form. I loved this woman.

It was another hot August day as we Beetled across Tennessee, and then North Carolina. We tended to be a little slower than traffic, and I enjoyed being passed by trucks. I would move to the left lane of the interstate, and let them pass on the right. The truckers didn’t really like that until they looked down to see Kim in a tank top and her farmer jeans, showing some cleavage and a lot of fine leg. She’d get a honk almost every time. We laughed, and I teased her about flashing, but she was too shy to try it. I was actually grateful for that.

We held hands a lot, and sometimes I would just hold her leg, her hand rubbing the back of mine. I missed the bench seat of my parents’ car, where Kim could sit beside me, but Bug wasn’t so bad. We were mostly quiet, but occupied that space where two lovers can be, mumcular escort not needing to talk. It was, in fact, a really romantic drive.

We made it to Duke mid-afternoon, well in time to sign in and get registered for our dorm rooms. We were in adjacent buildings on the East Campus, where they sequestered freshmen. We decided to move Kim in first. She went ahead while I found a place to park among the other move-ins. I gathered up the first load and climbed the stairs to her second floor room. The door was closed. I sort of knocked with my arms full.

The door was opened by one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. About 5’4″, she had jet black hair that came to the middle of her back, and pale, pale grey eyes. Being as tall as I am, I would never have thought of someone that short as statuesque, but she was. An incredible, slim, tight body, wearing a tight tank top and jeans that hugged every curve. Pedicured toes with bright red toe polish. I had to admit, I was out of breath, and not from climbing the stairs.

“You must be Dave,” she said, and smiled a smile that could melt metal. “Come on in. Kim’s got that side of the room. Squatter’s rights — I was here first.” She walked across the room, and I suspected she had smiled at herself and melted her body. I couldn’t believe the sinuous, sexy way she moved. Dancer. She gestured to Kim’s bed.

“Kim’s in the bathroom. Come on, let’s get the next load.” She walked (people call that walking?) past me and out the door. I dumped the load I was carrying on the bed and hurried to catch up.

“You’re Cindy?” I said fumblingly. “From Bethesda? Kim’s told me a little about you.”

“She told me a little about you, too,” she said, cutting me another melting smile. “She’s happy you’re here.”

“Me, too.”

“Have you guys been dating long?”

“I took her to Homecoming last year for our first date.”

“And you’ve been together since?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s an All-American?”

“Yeah. And twice All-State.”

“Pretty impressive. You must like it that she’s so tall.” I was, after all, 6’6″ to Kim’s 6 feet.

“Pretty nice. But I can’t say I have much to compare it to.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she’s pretty much the only girl I’ve ever dated.”

“No, really? You?”

I blushed. “I’m pretty shy.”

“But, the only?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you ever curious?”

“About what?”

“What it’s like to be with other girls? Maybe someone not as tall?”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it. But, well, Kim’s pretty special.”

Kim caught up with us, and with two loads apiece the three of us were able to get all Kim’s stuff into her room. Next, we found my room, and the caravan continued. Word spread of the quality of my pack mules, and there was literally a line of guys in the hall watching us walk past with the bags and boxes I had brought. We met Brian, my roomie, who on first impression was one of the nicest guys I had ever met.

“I’ve got money from my folks,” I said. “Can I buy everybody dinner?”

Brian had made other plans, so I was left escorting two lovely women by myself. Recommendations from locals sent us to a little place, candle-lit, with reputedly good pasta.

We had a pleasant supper getting to know each other. Cindy was charming, and her eyes unnerving when she turned them on me. I guess I had never seen the combination of black hair, a good suntan, and pale, pale eyes. Incredible. Sexy. Her tight tank top showed some nice cleavage. Kim noticed my distraction, I think, and was unusually quiet.

Back in her room, I said early good-nights to the two ladies, and got a perfunctory hug. She came with me to the hallway.

“Is everything OK?” I asked.

“Do you like my roommate?”

“Yeah, I think she’s nice.”

“I kept seeing you stare at her chest.” Caught.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “But think of it as window shopping: Look, But Don’t Touch.”

“I don’t want her to steal you.”

I laughed a deep laugh. “No danger. I would want to be stolen, which would mean that I no longer love you, and that won’t happen in this lifetime, or any future lifetime.”

The hug was better, but still not as mind-bending as they usually were. A perfunctory smooch. I chalked it up to fatigue and a little anxiety about the whole college experience.

I took an hour to unpack and organize my stuff, chatting and getting to know Brian. Son of a farmer, he lived on 1,500 acres of corn in western Iowa. His high school graduating class was 32, 24 of whom had married each other already. So far, he had resisted matrimony with his girlfriend. This was his first time outside of Iowa, except for trips to nearby Omaha, Nebraska. He was pretty mellow about it, and eager to experience the wider world. He wanted to become a veterinarian, and had gotten a full academic ride to Duke, majoring in Biology. We got along great.

“So, which one is your girlfriend?” he asked.

“Kim, the blonde,” I said. “But you knew that.”

“I knew that, but I saw how close Cindy stayed to you the entire time you were here. Coulda fooled me about which one was which.”

I hadn’t noticed. Wouldn’t have noticed. My radar isn’t tuned to things like that.

“Nah. I just met Cindy taking Kim’s stuff up to her room.”

“She wants you to fuck her.”

I laughed. “I’ll bet.”

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“I’ll do anything; just give me the answers to the quiz. Tom! Please?”

I was desperate. I hadn’t studied for this damned quiz. I completely forgot it was today and history wasn’t my forte.

I had heard through the grapevine that the guy to talk to in a desperate case like mine was Thomas G. Caine, an expert in borrowing the teachers’ answer sheets, getting a copy or two and bringing it back without getting caught. So I came to him. Me…the ultimate Daddy’s girl, the perfect teacher’s pet, who just happened to be bad at history and had a moment of inattention, forgotten to note the date of the quiz and failed to get some much needed studying.

“You know there’s a price to pay for the risks I took for you.”

Can you believe he was holding the answers high in the air, like an eight year old boy bullying a kinder-garden kid? With my 5’1″ and his 6’2″, I didn’t stand a chance to catch the sheet.

“I know Tom. I’m ready to pay; just name your price.”

My blood froze in my veins when he gave me that smirk.

“On your knees, then… and get to work.”

I knew he wanted me to blow him. I didn’t want to do it; I didn’t know how. But I didn’t want to fail history either. So I got on my knees, frowning, not entirely sure I wanted to go through with this. I mean I could always go to my teacher and ask him for an extension or something.

He unzipped his pants. His cock was already hard. I had no idea where to begin…should I just stick the moist thing in my mouth? Should I lick, kiss, touch? He teased me with the answers to my history test, putting them on his stomach, as if I was a mule needing a carrot to walk forward.

“Umm…I think I’ll pass Tom. I changed my mind.” I said, standing up.

He took a hold of my blond hair and pushed me back on my knees. His powerful quarterback biceps easily had my slender frame back on my knees on the filthy bathroom floor.

“I got what you asked and now I want payment.”

I tried to get away but his firm grip on my hair gave me no choice but to stay put. He grabbed his cock, wrapping it with the answer sheet, and started rubbing it on my pursed lips.

The door of the boy’s bathroom flung open. Saved!

Or so I thought.

“Ms. Paige? Mr. Caine? Just what are you two doing?”

It was my history teacher! Of all the people that could have come in here!

“What’s this?”

Professor Cooper roughly took the answers from Tom’s hand. Tom quickly put his cock away. I was mortified and couldn’t do anything other than look at my teacher with deer in the headlights eyes; and that is exactly how I felt. My favorite teacher caught me on my knees in front of a guy—a position I never had been in until today—and the guy I was about to blow had the answers to a test I was supposed to take in less than an hour.

Professor Cooper let out a long sigh. I was half expecting Tom to send our teacher to hell or something, but he looked as mortified as I was. Professor Cooper then took a long inhalation; about as long as the sigh he just let out and pointed a finger at Tom.

“You…” he started.

Professor Cooper gave me a quick glance and waiving his hand dismissed Tom. I was shocked to see this big bad bully get out of the bathroom with his tail between his legs just because a teacher wanted him to. Professor Cooper was intimidating to normal students and me, but I would never have thought a tough guy like Thomas Caine would feel the same way.

My musings on why Tom seemed to obey our professor so eagerly were interrupted; Professor Cooper was standing in front of me, his crotch at my eye level. I realized I had been on my knees ever since he came in and quickly got on my feet.

“I am really disappointed in you young lady.”

I lowered my eyes in shame, unable to think of anything to say to justify my behavior. He sighed again and when he spoke, something inside me just yearned to make him proud of me again.

“I will not be lenient. You will take the test for which you obviously didn’t study, and you’ll get the grade you deserve. And you will stay for detention after class.”

I left the bathroom more or less to avoid his angry stare and studied for the 15 minutes left before the test.

Professor Cooper frowned at me from behind his thin framed glasses when I entered his classroom. I bit my lips and hurried to my seat. My heart was beating fast; I wasn’t sure if it was from fear of failure or from the way he was looking at me but I knew that whatever it was, it was exciting.

Professor Cooper handed out the test. Dates, wars, facts…I couldn’t escape with a witty remark or a quickly thought out analysis; I didn’t know the answers to most of the questions. One after the other my classmates handed in their test and left. Lluvia escort bodrum Diaz—tits for brains Diaz—handed in her test before me for crying out loud!

I ended up alone. Well, alone with my professor that is. His voice echoed in the empty lecture hall.

“Time’s up Ms. Paige. Not that more time would give you a better grade.”

I bit my lip and cursed my bad memory. I handed in my half completed test and walked towards the exit but Professor Cooper stopped me.

“Have you forgotten about detention Ms. Paige? Sit!”

I instantly sat in the nearest chair available. What was it about that man making me want to do anything he said? I sat silently, biting my bottom lip from time to time, watching as my teacher graded my quiz.

I admit I had a huge crush on him. His voice often echoed in my head at night when I was too horny to sleep and had to masturbate to be able to get some rest.

He put down his red ink pen and stared at me. I had this deer in the headlights feeling again and I held my breath as he scrutinized me. He made me feel naked by looking into my eyes; it was highly disturbing—and highly arousing.

I finally looked down, unable to sustain his stern stare any longer.

“Yes. You should be ashamed Ms. Paige. You’ll have to work hard to get that grade up where it should be.”

He stood and came to me, pulled my ear and dragged me to the corner of the class. I was too surprised to do anything but follow. I felt like a mischievous kid from the 50’s (or the 50’s the media had me picturing). He pulled my ear downwards, bringing me to my knees. I wasn’t wearing any stockings that day and was tired of getting my knees dirty.

“Think about what you did wrong. I want your answer when I get back.”

I was so embarrassed to be treated like a child by a man I wanted to think of me as desirable. He left me alone for a good half hour. I could leave, I thought, but I didn’t want to. Something about doing what he wanted me to do was making me happy. I knelt on the cold tile floor, alone in the lecture hall.

My knees were getting sore when he came back and stood behind me. The silence was excruciating. I could hear him breathe behind me…a slow, steady breath. I could smell his cologne. I wasn’t sure if it was cologne or just his natural aroma; whatever it was, it was sexually appealing. I was embarrassed. I was aroused.

“Well?”

His tone demanded an answer. I didn’t really know what to say so I said, “It was wrong to not study for the test. And it was wrong to ask Tom for the answers so I could have a good grade even though I didn’t study.”

Professor Cooper sighed.

“Anything else?”

He sounded so angry. I was almost afraid to speak but the way he asked if there was anything else, there must have been something else. I thought for a minute and said the first thing that came to mind.

“I think it was wrong to accept blowing him in exchange for the answers.”

I guessed that was the answer he was looking for.

“Good. Now for your punishment…”

What? Hadn’t I just been punished? My knees were very sore and I was tired.

“But I just did it!” I whined.

He put one knee on the floor beside me and pulled my hair back. He leaned over me, tightening his grip on my hair and slowly said between in his teeth, in a reprimanding and menacing tone, “That was not your punishment young lady. Don’t you dare interrupt me again.”

I was dragged to the lecturer’s chair. Professor Cooper sat on it and threw me over his knee. He held me steady by firmly putting his hand on the small of my back and lifted my skirt, exposing my behind. I wriggled and tried to slide off his lap but he was stronger than I was.

“What are you doing?”

He slid—yanked—my panties off my butt, ignored my question and gave my ass a sharp slap. I instinctively hid my behind with my hands.

“Take them away. Now!”

He wasn’t shouting and yet I feared what he might do if I didn’t take my hands away. He gave me a spanking. It didn’t hurt that much—at least not at first—but the humiliation was painful enough.

The more he spanked me the more it hurt. And for some odd reason I was enjoying it. I cringed every time he lifted his hand and squeezed my cheeks to avoid the blow; or was it to grind my pussy on his thighs?

The blows were getting painful. My eyes got watery and tears ran down my cheeks despite my best efforts to prevent it. I must have been in more pain than I thought and was starting to get delusional; I felt Professor Cooper’s cock get hard.

After another dozen of blows or so, he finally said something.

“Will you study next time?”

I was hugging his thigh. I didn’t know why, but I was getting turgutreis escort horny. I moaned “yes” and rubbed my waist on his cock. It was definitely hard.

“Good girl.”

I thought of Lassie…but at the same time the way he said “good girl” made me melt. The gentle caress on my very sore behind was welcomed.

“I know girls your age are very curious about sex and that is probably why you agreed to blow Tom, is it not?”

I was still sobbing but his slow caresses through my hair made me feel better. I admitted I was curious about what the fuss about giving blowjobs was.

“I guess so.” Was all I could say.

“I can teach you; give you some sex education so you can spend your energy studying instead of blowing strange College boys.”

Him, teach me sex? I masturbated to that very thought so often I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I also couldn’t believe I was so bluntly humping his lap. I moaned when Professor Cooper slid a finger along my slit. He held his glistening finger in front of my mouth. Was I that wet?

“How do you feel, Jessica?”

What did he mean ‘how do I feel’?

“I don’t know…”

He helped me to my feet and leaned back in his chair, making the bulge in his slacks very apparent. I gasped and felt my nipples tingle. I started to put my panties back on but he slapped my hand and shook his head no.

“How do you feel?” he repeated.

I tried to ease the sting on my behind by rubbing it. It didn’t work.

“I don’t know… weird. Embarrassed. Humiliated. Horny.”

He laughed and told me to look down at my breasts. I didn’t need to look to know my hard nipples were poking through my white blouse. How silly of me to not put a bra on that morning. I giggled when he reached my left breast, gently massaged it and stroked the nipple. No man had ever touched me like that before.

“It tickles!”

He chuckled at my comment.

“Does it tickle here, too?” He asked, reaching between my thighs.

I gasped and nervously whispered.

“Yes! How did you know?”

He rubbed my bald pussy 2 or 3 times and stopped.

He smiled. I giggled; I was happy to see him smile.

“You have a lot to learn, dear, and you’ve been through a lot today, so I’ll make this easy on you.”

He leaned back in his chair. I was amazed by how big the bulge in his pants was. He followed my glance and chuckled.

“Take off your clothes for me, sweetie.”

I started to slowly unbutton my blouse while rolling my hips, like I saw strippers do in movies.

“Did I say ‘tease me’?”

I guessed not; he was using his angry voice. I quickly whispered, “I’m sorry,” and took off my clothes. It felt awkward to get naked in front of my teacher. Then why was I getting so horny?

I shivered when the cool air of the lecturing hall embraced my naked body. Professor Cooper was visually inspecting me from head to toe, making me very uncomfortable. I stood still; the tension between my thighs getting worse.

I held my breath as he slowly unzipped his slacks and pulled out his cock. I was mesmerized by how big it was and how hard—and hairy. Professor Cooper had salt and pepper hair but his hair down there was all pepper.

“I am horny too Jessica; see how hard my cock is.”

I giggled at the word cock.

“Does it hurt?”

I couldn’t help but stare at his dick. How would a girl fit something that big in her mouth?

“A little, but in the same way your pussy is hurting right now—very bearable and quite enjoyable.”

Professor Cooper rolled his eyes when I giggled at the word pussy.

“You have to learn to call things by their proper name young lady. What I have here,” he took his cock in his hand, “is a cock. What you have there,” he reached between my legs, “is a pussy.”

He rubbed my pussy a little, sending shivers in my whole body. I moaned and spread my legs; I wanted more. He stopped touching me. I think he knew I enjoyed what he was doing to me and stopped on purpose.

“Tonight I’ll teach you how to suck a cock. You’ll need practice to be good at it.”

My pussy was so wet I could feel it leak on my inner thighs.

“If you’re a good girl and do everything I tell you, I might eat your pussy…if you’re a good little cocksucker. Now, get on your knees, between my legs.”

I knelt between his thighs where there was a very strong aroma. It wasn’t bad; on the contrary, it made me hotter than I already was.

“What is that smell?”

He laughed at my question. I wasn’t sure if he was laughing at me for not knowing or if he just thought I was making a joke.

“That, dear, is the smell of sex. Now don’t let another word out of your pretty little bodrum escort mouth and do as I say.”

I bit my lips and looked at him, waiting for instructions.

“What does my cock remind you of?”

He was slowly stroking it up and down. It was very big; his hand couldn’t wrap the whole thing. His cock reminded me of something too silly to mention…but he was looking at me, expecting an answer.

“An ice cream cone?”

He stopped stroking his cock and caressed my hair.

“I’ll make this easy on you tonight; do to my cock what you do to an ice cream cone.”

I giggled and got closer to his cock, opening my mouth. He put his hands on my head and stopped me.

“You don’t bite your ice cream, do you?”

“No way! I lick it and suck it and I love to make a mess with it!”

He chuckled and let go of my head.

“Good.”

His deep voice was driving me crazy; my clit was throbbing. I started by licking his long shaft slowly. It tasted salty, not as sweet as ice cream at all. But it was good—even better than ice cream. He leaned back and sighed which got me hornier than I already was. I thought I was going to cum from giving him head. It was all so new to me…the feeling of cock in my mouth, being naked in front of man—in front of him.

I got so worked up in the taste of his cock that I licked all around the shiny mushroom head…it tasted saltier. There was a slimy leak at the tip asking for a quick lap so I lapped it. There was always more salty, sticky, clear juice coming out, no matter how carefully I licked so I thought it normal and got back to licking all around the mushroom head.

Professor Cooper twisted my hair around his hand.

“Keep going, darling.”

I took the bulbous tip of his cock in my mouth and sucked. He made a weird noise, like a growl mixed with a moan; it made me so hot! I reached between my thighs and rubbed my pussy—my teacher’s cock in my mouth.

“I know you don’t do this with an ice cream cone sweetie, but try to take all of my cock in your mouth, ok?”

I looked at how big his cock was and thought, “No way am I going to be able to fit all of it in my mouth!” but tried anyway. I took the big head in my mouth. And let my lips slide on the thick shaft. My jaw hurt a little but I kept on taking his cock in my mouth. A little past halfway I thought I was going to puke so I tried to get away but he held my head there.

My spit was flowing all over his cock and I really thought I’d puke. I pushed on his thighs to get him out but he pushed his hips up and got his cock further in my mouth. I looked into his eyes and tears started to leak on my cheeks. He got his cock out of my mouth in time; I really thought I was going to puke right there.

“Take it back in your mouth sweetie. Quickly.”

His voice was weird; like he had just run a mile or something. I took his cock back in my mouth and my spit dripped on my chin and breasts. He held my head still and pushed his hips up and down, making his cock go in and out of my mouth. It was hard to breathe when he was in but it felt good.

“Now, do it yourself…you’ll make a marvelous cocksucker,” he whispered between his teeth.

I slid my mouth up and down his cock, sometimes sucking on the head, sometimes not.

“Soon there will be warm cream coming out of my cock honey. This is my cum. I want you to swallow it all, ok honey?”

I nodded and sucked on the head of his cock. He was moaning and grunting—I was out of breath too–and became all tense. He pulled my hair and his cock started to leak hot, thick juice. I almost chocked on it but wanted to make him happy so I swallowed anyway. It was really hot and salty. I loved it.

“Ooohh yeah you fucking cocksucking slut!”

I wasn’t sure why he was calling me a slut—I was so not a slut then—but the way he said it excited me. I sucked all the juice out of his cock and swallowed it all. I saw some of his cum spilled on his stomach so I lapped him clean.

“Good girl,” he whispered, out of breath. “Come here.”

He picked me up and laid me on his desk. He kneeled between my legs, put my thighs on his shoulders and grabbed my butt. I could feel his breath on my pussy and it felt really nice. “When you cum, I want you to say ‘I’m cumming for you Professor Cooper’, you hear?”

I nodded and moaned. “Bald pussy…” he said, and kissed it. Then he put his tongue between my lips and lapped like a dog. If a blowjob felt this good, I certainly understood what the fuss was all about! I held on to his desk and he kept on licking me.

I was so excited it barely took 2 minutes for me to get off.

“I’m cumming…for…you…Professor…Cooper!” I managed to say without hyperventilating.

He let out a long, satisfied sigh and came up to me to kiss me. His lips tasted sweet. He slid his tongue in my mouth. I had heard of that—French kissing. I made my tongue dance with his. His whole mouth tasted sweet.

He had me put my clothes on and while he watched me get dressed he said, “Make sure you practice; I want to see improvement the next time you suck my cock.”

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