NOTE: I will be posting this story on two other sites, under the same title. This was written for a competition in which the author was to avoid naming the characters or giving physical descriptions, so that readers could, hopefully, identify with one of the players. I hope I accomplished this. Any feedback or constructive criticism you care to give will be appreciated.

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I remember the first time I noticed her. She was walking along the side of the road I take to come home from work every day. There was a lot of traffic, too much to allow me to take more than a glance, so all that registered on me was: female, roughly my age, jeans, t-shirt, walking the same direction I was going, and not looking like she was going to jump out in front of my car. I didn’t see her face.

The next day, it was the same thing. Different t-shirt, but wearing blue jeans and sneakers, walking in the same direction I was going. Still no sight of her face.

I saw her every day that week on my way home. I started to expect her, and I finally saw a glimpse of her face in my passenger’s side mirror one day as I drove past her. She seemed attractive, but I didn’t get a good look.

For the next several weeks it was the same. I began to look forward to seeing her. I don’t know what it was, really. I’m the kind of person who likes routine in his life, and seeing her became part of my routine. We didn’t speak, didn’t wave, didn’t even make eye contact, but I came to want to see her. She became a kind of milepost on my drive home, since I always passed her at roughly the same place.

As summer moved into autumn, her attire changed. She began to wear sweaters or jackets to accommodate the weather, but she always wore a pair of jeans. She never carried a purse or backpack, which made me start to wonder where she was going, or where she had come from. It seemed to me that she would carry something if she was on her way to or from work or shopping, but she never seemed to have anything that couldn’t be carried in her pockets.

Sometimes, when it was raining, she would be wearing a poncho or hoodie. I felt sorry for her then, and a couple of times I considered stopping to offer her a ride, but there was always a lot of traffic, and besides, that seemed a little forward. After all, it wasn’t like I knew her, and she never turned to face traffic in an attempt to hitch a ride, so I always drove past.

Late in the fall, a crew began making repairs to the pavement and the gutters along the stretch of road where I always saw her, in preparation for winter. This slowed traffic considerably, and every day, I saw her as I crawled through the construction delays. One day, she walked past my car three different times in the stop-and-go traffic. The last time I saw her that day, she turned and smiled at me.

That started a different phase in our “relationship,” if you could call it that. As I drove past her, I began to slow down so I could get a longer look at her. It seemed as though she was expecting me to pass her at that usual spot on the road, and she seemed to be looking over her shoulder as she walked, almost as though she wanted to see me. If she happened to glance my way at the right time, she would smile at me as I passed.

Winter was closing in. She traded in her sneakers for heavier shoes, and began wearing a warmer-looking jacket. Sometimes she wore a knit cap pulled down over her ears to ward off the cold. I always knew it was her, though. I knew every nuance of her walk, the length of her stride, the motion of her hips, the way she carried herself.

I was finding myself attracted to my “walking girl,” as I came to call her. I don’t know exactly why. She was physically attractive, to be sure, but then, a number of women are. I work with some really good-looking women, and I have a few pretty female friends, but none of them piqued my interest like this woman who walked along the road every day on my way home.

I guess that’s why I finally decided to wave to her. I remember that it was on a Friday, the last day of my work week. I knew I wouldn’t see her over the weekend, and something made me decide to wave that evening. It was almost dark on my evening drives now, but my headlights still made it easy to see her.

She was walking in her usual spot, glancing over her shoulder from time to time, and she saw me. I slowed down and waved, and she smiled and gave me a little wave back. As I drove past, we made eye contact through my car window, and her smile seemed warm and genuine. She looked happy to see me, and she was still smiling when I saw her in my mirror.

Where I live, the winters are very unpredictable. One day, it can be sunny and cool, but still very pleasant if you’re dressed for the weather. The next day, we’ll have sleet and freezing rain. Still other days, it will be blustery and bitterly cold. Other times, we’ll get snow. Lots of it. The kind of snowstorms that bring everything to a halt, so that schools and businesses are closed.

It was like that one Friday in January. The weather forecast had called escort bahçelievler for flurries, but it had been snowing steadily all day. At first, the road crews were keeping up with it, plowing and salting, and generally keeping things moving. In the mid-afternoon, however, the storm picked up with a vengeance. A lot of my co-workers left early, although I stayed until my usual quitting time. I knew my car could handle deep snow, and I expected traffic to be light.

Things were worse outside than I had expected. Snow was falling heavily, and with the wind, we were experiencing near white-out conditions. There were a lot of drifts, and the snowplows were nowhere in sight. Had they given up? I knew it was possible. Sometimes, it seems as though they just stop and wait for the storm to pass. My car radio blasted alerts about the road conditions, saying that we were under a blizzard advisory, and that all unnecessary travel was to be curtailed.

I actually made decent time on my way home. Because the roads were terrible and visibility was poor, there were hardly any other vehicles moving. I was able to grind along at a decent pace. I glanced at the dashboard clock when I got to the area where my “walking girl” should be. Surely, she wouldn’t be out in this weather. At least, I hoped she wouldn’t be.

I almost didn’t see her. She was standing along the road, not walking. She had her back to the wind, and was hugging herself against the cold. The snow was deeper than her boots, her jeans looked soaked, there was snow piled on the shoulders of her winter jacket, and the hair hanging from beneath her cap was caked with ice.

There were no other cars on the road. I stopped and rolled down the window. “Get in,” I said.

“I can’t. I don’t know you,” she replied.

“I don’t know you either, but you can’t walk in this. You’ll freeze to death,” I said.

“I’ll be okay.”

“Please, just get in the car. I’ll take you wherever you’re going. I’m not going to harm you or get weird on you, and it’s not safe for you to be out in this. You’ll get hypothermia or frostbite or something.”

“I am pretty cold. I thought I was dressed warmly enough, but I guess I’m not.”

“So, get in the car.”

When she opened the door, my interior lights showed me how cold she really was. Her face was red from the cold, but her lips were blue and her teeth were chattering.

“I’ll turn the heater on high. Put your seatbelt on.”

She pulled the belt across her, but fumbled with the catch. “I’m shivering so hard, I can’t latch the belt,” she said.

I helped her, and then started to drive. “Where are you going?”

“There’s a hill up ahead. At the top of the hill, turn right.”

“You’ll have to point it out to me,” I said, straining to see through snow that was almost over-powering my wipers. At this point, staying centered between the utility poles was the only way I could be sure I was even on the road.

We were approaching the place where I would turn left off the main road to get to my place. Just beyond the intersection was the hill, which was blocked by stuck cars. “I don’t think we can make it through there,” I said.

“Huh?” she muttered.

“The road’s blocked,” I said. “I can’t take you home this way.”

“That’s okay. I’ll walk from here.”

“How much farther is it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a mile and a half,” she said softly.

“You’ll never make it. You’ll freeze to death. Look at you. You’re soaked, your lips are blue, and you can’t stop shivering.”

“Where am I?” she asked.

Why wouldn’t she know where she was if this was the way to her home? She seemed pretty sluggish, maybe even confused. “You’re coming to my place. You’ll warm up there and wait for the worst of the storm to pass.”

“I can’t do that. I have to walk home.”

“No arguments. I’m serious. It’s too dangerous for you out there.” I turned into my road. From here, it was a straight, slightly downhill run. I was pretty sure we could make it to my place, but I knew that when I stopped the car, I would have a hell of a time getting it moving again.

The drifts were so deep in my driveway that it was hard to open my car door. She stayed belted in her seat, so I went around to help her. She was almost too weak to stand, and I had to help her into the house.

When I tried to turn on the light, nothing happened. Great. A power outage. This was going to be a problem in an all-electric house.

“We have to get you warmed up,” I said.

“No, I’m okay,” she mumbled. “I’m just so tired. I can’t keep my eyes open. I need to sleep.”

“You have to warm up first. Grogginess is a sign of hypothermia,” I said.

She was hard to understand, but I think she said, “I’m so cold. I don’t think I’ll ever feel warm again.”

I helped her to a kitchen chair and got out some candles. I lit one and put it on the table, and took the rest into the living room and lit them. At least we had a little light, but it was already getting chilly in the house.

When I went back into the mecidiyeköy eskort kitchen, I found her with her head on her arms on the table, sound asleep. Now I was worried. I half dragged and half carried her into the living room and put her in an arm chair that I pushed in front of the fireplace.

I gently shook her shoulder, but there was no response. I took her one hand in mine and squeezed it. It was cold and lifeless. I shook her again, harder, and she stirred and mumbled. “Wake up. Come on, open those eyes. You have to stay awake for awhile until you warm up. I’m going to build a fire in the fireplace.”

I busied myself preparing a fire, stopping every few seconds to shake her, squeeze her hand, and talk to her. Eventually, I had a roaring fire going.

Now I turned my full attention to my guest. I knew the fire would help to warm her up, but I wondered how long it would take. Was the fire enough? How bad was her hypothermia? I pushed her sleeve up and took her pulse. It was slow, much slower than it should be, even for someone who is sleeping. I also realized that she was only breathing about half as fast the normal rate. I took her shockingly cold face in my hands and spoke loudly to her. “Wake up!”

She muttered something, but I couldn’t understand it. When I let go of her head, it flopped back into the chair, and she started snoring. I shouted at her, and she said something I couldn’t understand. “What? What did you say?” I yelled at her.

She mumbled something again, but it sounded like gibberish. What was I going to do? I had to get her out of this stupor. I was afraid she was in shock. I grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks. “Talk to me!”

This time, I understood her. “I’m too tired to go to school today, Mommy.”

I had to do something. Now. Then it hit me. She was soaked from head to foot. Even with the fire blazing behind the screen only a few feet away, I could still see some snow in the tops of her boots. She was never going to warm up in those wet clothes.

I went to my linen closet and grabbed a couple of blankets. When I returned to her, she was snoring again, slowly. I pulled her upright and worked her soggy coat off of her. I threw it and her cap on the floor behind her, and then set her back down so I could pull off her boots. Icy water poured from them onto the floor. I yanked her socks off and tossed them on the pile with her coat and hat.

Her feet were a very unhealthy shade of light blue-gray. I gently took them in my hands and examined the skin. Nothing looked frostbitten, but what did I know? The only thing I was certain of was that this woman needed warmth.

Melting snow was dripping from her head. Even where her cap had covered it, her hair was wet. I took a towel from the bathroom and made a sloppy turban for her. Then I took a good look at her. She was wearing a sweatshirt and her ever-present blue jeans, and both were completely soaked. Well, this could get me arrested, but what the hell? Those wet clothes had to go.

I pulled the towel off her head and spread it on the hearth to dry. I took her face in my hands again and squeezed her cheeks. This time, she opened her eyes, but I could see her pupils were dilated. Her eyes were pointed at me, but she didn’t look like she was seeing anything. I said, “Your clothes are soaked. You are wet through and through. We have to get those wet clothes off you so you can warm up. I’m going to help you get undressed and wrapped in some blankets.”

There was no response. I hadn’t really expected one, but I felt better having told her that a complete stranger was going to strip her naked.

Taking off her soggy sweatshirt wasn’t too hard. I struggled a bit getting it over her head, and she did nothing to help. I tossed the shirt on the pile with her other clothes and rewound the warm towel around her head. The blue jeans were a different matter. She was dead weight, and the wet denim clung to her skin.

By now I was getting pretty warm from the fire. I felt her arm. It was still cold. Her legs were no better. Even her belly, which probably had been best protected from the weather, was cold and clammy to the touch.

I got more towels and started to gently dry her skin. Her undergarments were soaked, too. I patted the moisture from them as well as I could. I draped her wet outer clothes over a drying rack I got from my laundry room and placed them a safe distance from the fire. Then I put her boots near the hearth.

The chair on which she sat was wet from the snow that had melted off her clothes, so I picked her up and put her on the couch. I considered leaving her there, but she was too far from the fire, which was the only heat source in the house. Besides, I didn’t want her to get too comfortable. I wanted her to wake up.

I pulled an old wooden saloon chair into place in front of the hearth and draped a blanket over it. Then, I moved her limp body to the chair and wrapped the blanket around her and covered her with another blanket. I sat on the couch to figure out what I escort avcılar should do next.

After a few minutes, I checked on her. She was still unresponsive. Her feet, which were closest to the fire, had started to regain some color, but they were still too cold for my liking. I unwrapped the blankets to feel her skin. It didn’t feel any warmer than it had before I wrapped her up. Her pulse and breathing were still very slow. This wasn’t working.

If only I had electricity! I could take the electric blanket from my bed, wrap her in it, and crank up the juice. The blankets she had would hold in the body heat of a healthy person, but my “walking girl” wasn’t generating enough heat on her own. She certainly wasn’t getting any colder, but I knew I had to do something more aggressive to warm her up. If only I could apply heat directly to her body without worrying about burning her.

That’s it! Apply heat! Warm compresses might do the trick. I reasoned that heat applied to the pressure points in the body, around the neck, under the arms, and in the groin could help. But I had no electricity, which meant no hot water. Or did it?

A few months ago, I had installed a new water heater. My old one had given up, and I hated having to stagger dish washing, clothes washing, and my shower. I wanted to have the freedom to do more than one of those things at a time, if I chose, so I went for a big heater, larger than the plumber said I needed. How much hot water did it hold?

I turned on the faucet in the tub. Almost immediately, a strong flow of hot water poured out. I turned the water off again. Could there be enough to fill a tub for her? If there was, it would probably be the best way to warm her up. It was worth a try.

Returning to the living room to check on her, I saw that the fire was starting to die down. I stirred it and added more wood, and then examined my guest again. She still would not answer me when I talked to her, and her limbs were still limp. She seemed to be breathing a little more normally, and her pulse was a few beats faster than it had been, but the thawing-out process was taking too long.

The bath was my best bet. Now I had to see how much hot water I really had. I put the stopper in the drain and turned on the water. I adjusted it to make it warm, a little warmer than my body temperature, but not hot. When it was almost half full, I turned the water off and gathered all the dry towels I had. I was going to soak her and thaw her, then allow her to dry herself and put her to bed. I prayed that, when this was all over, she would understand why I had taken such liberties with her. I got some of the candles from the living room and put them on the vanity so we would have some light.

Back in the living room, I spoke loudly to her again. “Can you hear me?” When there was no response, I held her face in my hands again and squeezed her cheeks to try to get a reaction from her. “You’re not warming up fast enough under these blankets, so I’m going to unwrap you and help you to the bathroom. You’re going to soak a while in some nice warm water. Maybe that will get you going. Okay?”

Again, I realized that she probably hadn’t heard me, but I hoped that, somehow, she was registering this information so she wouldn’t be quite as upset at waking up half-naked in a stranger’s bathtub. Then I removed her blankets and carried her into the bathroom. I removed the towel I had wrapped around her head and rolled it into a sort of pillow to support her head above the surface of the water. She was still as limp as a rag doll when I put her in the tub.

It didn’t take long for her to slide off the towel so that her face started to go into the water. Quickly, I reached in and cradled her head so she wouldn’t get water in her mouth and nose. I repositioned the makeshift pillow several times, but the same thing kept happening. When I moved her body so that her feet were pressed against the front wall of the tub, her knees bent and separated, allowing her to start to submerge again.

Shit! This wasn’t working at all. It wouldn’t do much good to warm her up if I was going to drown her in the process. I couldn’t think of anything I had around the house that I could use to prop her up. Finally, I decided that the only thing I could do was kneel there and hold her.

This created an awkward situation. Throughout this ordeal, I had touched her face, her hair, her hands, even her bare abdomen. I had rubbed her feet, inspected her eyes, taken her pulse, and watched her breathe. I had undressed her down to her lacy bra and panties. I guess my concern for her in this crisis had suppressed my male response to her as a woman. Now I was kneeling, bent over her, holding her head in my hand, and looking at her body, dressed only in undergarments that had become nearly transparent in the water.

I really tried to concentrate on her face, telling myself I needed to keep my eyes there to check her breathing and her level of consciousness. I remembered her warm smile that I had seen so many times as I drove past her. That led me to my memories of watching her ass move as she walked, the way she carried the body that now lay, practically naked, just inches from my face. Her perfect areolas and erect nipples were plainly visible through the flimsy fabric of her bra, and the symmetry and beauty of her feminine mound were openly displayed.

Author’s notation: I apologize if the first chapter was a bit anti-climactic with the way it ended. This one should be a little more engaging. Also, meant to put this out sooner, but again, funny what life throws at you.

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I sat back in my chair, breathing in a sigh. I was staring at the monitor of my computer, a blank, or rather empty, desktop being shown. My new hard drive came in and it was a chore trying to get it work. Sure, installing it into the computer was easy. Getting it up and running was the issue. Between finding out it was a blank drive with no operating system on it to installing the wrong system to having to wipe it again to finally get the right system on it, it mentally wore me out. But it was done. Finally.

Unfortunately, at this point, I was too drain to actually want to do anything else with it. Otherwise I would’ve started installing all my programs on it. But I wanted to do nothing else with it right now. In which case, I shut it off and laid down in my bed. In my state, I knew I wouldn’t immediately sleep, but I needed a moment to just rest. My phone apparently disagreed with that as it went off, alerting me to a text coming in. I reached back over to the desk to retrieve it and see what was up. The message came from Sharon, my downstairs neighbor, asking me to come by for a chat. Guess I could use a distraction from the computer.

Downstairs, I knocked on Sharon’s door. It was promptly answered, this time by Sharon herself instead of her pseudo-boyfriend Craig. At first I had thought she finally rid of him until I heard him tinkering in the closet next to the door. He said hi, but otherwise seemed indifferent about me being there. Despite this, Sharon led me to their living room. As she did so, I found myself oddly studying her. She was wearing a full length robe, probably to keep warm given her small size. A tank top with a pair of silk pajamas pants were underneath. She was barefoot, and her red hair looked a bit unkempt, almost like she just woke up. All of the clothes she had on looked maybe a size or two bigger than her.

We had a seat on the bed since there was nowhere else to sit. She proceeded to thank me for the loan I gave her a week ago, stating that it helped tremendously. She was able to give some to the landlady to keep her at bay until she could get her check from the government to pay the rest. Also, it kept her case from stalling so they wouldn’t put a hold on her monthly checks. I smiled hearing this, glad that I was able to help her. She promised again that she would pay me as well once she got her check.

We then started shooting the breeze again, speaking on just odd stuff. From a freak snowstorm we had yesterday to an altercation that took place between Sharon and another neighbor in the house. Apparently this was a sore subject since she started to break down again upon talking about it. I eventually found that it wasn’t so much the altercation itself more so than it being one more problem to add to list of problems she was having. It was depressing her and she hated it. Hated the fact that nothing was really going right for her at the time and that it seemed everyone was against her.

I put an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder softly as I held her. She ended up leaning over and burying her head in my chest as she started to cry. I shushed her, stroking the back of her head. I couldn’t help but feel bad for her situation. Aside from the lack of help from her uncaring boyfriend, just the idea that she was struggling needlessly like this bothered me. I could easily relate to her situation since I had been in a similar one years ago. Hours being cut at work and my pay started to decrease, leading to being unable to do much after paying rent and such. I, however, didn’t suffer from an internal injury or required any particular disability assistance. I did need supplemental aid to pay for food and was behind on my rent at the time. I did manage to catch up over time as things improved at work. I didn’t have much help throughout that time for varying reasons, most of all being no one to rely on.

Call me a soft heart, but I didn’t have it in me to deny this poor woman assistance since it seemed no one, including her own boyfriend, would. She hadn’t ask for much over the past week. Maybe an excess of about $200 total, which I did have to spare for a little while. I’m sure it would’ve done her more good than it was currently doing me sitting in an account. At least she said it did her some good, which I was happy for. I sighed a little, holding Sharon against me as she cried softly. My guess was that she didn’t want to alert Craig, who was still tinkering in the closet. His workshop, as I recall her mentioning. For what purpose, she never got that far to telling me and I didn’t care. But for now, that’s where he was, out of view from both of us and apparently out of earshot too.

Sharon pulled her head out from my chest for a moment to look over my shoulder towards their kitchen ataköy escort and where their door was. The closet was there as well. I couldn’t tell what she was looking for as I too glanced behind myself as well. I saw nothing of interest. Craig was still hiding in the closet, there was nothing cooking on the stove, no water running in the sink, or anything in the microwave going. Nothing worth noting, but as I studied the area, I felt Sharon shifting under my arm. I then felt a hand starting to pull on my free wrist. I glanced back to see that Sharon now had a hold on my wrist and was pulling it closer to her. I asked what she was doing. She didn’t answer as she kept her hold on my wrist while fidgeting with something on her. Eventually, she pulled my wrist over and placed my hand down the front of her pajama pants.

My eyes widened as I realized that my hand was now centimeters away from her base pussy under her pants and she was guiding my hand from above her pants to touch her. I started to pull back, reminding her that her boyfriend was only a few feet away in the closet. She pointed out that not only was Craig no longer her boyfriend, that didn’t stop me on the train last time. I still protested, claiming that I did that for fun and for a thrill. She responded by stating how it would be a bigger thrill of being caught here since we didn’t know when or if Craig would step out of the closet anytime soon. I wanted to argue, but the fact was my hand was still in her pants practically covering her moist pussy lips at this moment and I didn’t feel myself pulling my hand out any further.

Sharon continued to pressed my hand against her pussy, coaxing my fingers to rub her. As it turned out, the more she did this, the more I found myself complying to her wishes. I was still debating the morality of it all. Even though she carried a point in that this was my fault to begin with, I somehow felt like I was taking advantage of her. However, despite this, my fingers were still delicately rubbing around her labia, massaging the folds of her lips outside of it. She let out a little moan as I continued, no longer needing her hand to coerce me to keep going.

She spread her legs a little wider, giving me more room to work with as her pussy started to get even wetter. It was here when I started to slide a finger inside of her as I rubbed, making her gasp with another moan. I kept checking over my shoulder to make sure Craig hadn’t popped out of his closet as I worked her. I slowly slid my finger in and out of her, using her wetness to lube up my finger and make the process easier. While I was doing so, Sharon’s hand had ended up wandering its way to my crotch, rubbing gingerly on the outside of my cotton shorts. Beneath it, my semi-harden dick started to stiffen even further. I debated the idea of fucking her then. It had been a long time since I was with a woman and while there still wasn’t exactly a physical attraction, it was still pussy.

I hissed a little in pleasure as she continue to rub my growing bulge in my shorts. I let her keep rubbing as I was pumping my finger in and out of her, rubbing along the roof of her pussy. My thumb continued to circle her labia as her clit started to swell underneath. This time, I let my thumb flick at it softly, causing her to jump just a tad and her breathing to pick up. She glanced up at me, grinning and giving me a kiss on the cheek as she carefully ran her hand up and down the length of my bulge in my shorts.

Just then, we both heard the click of a knob turning behind us. Sharon was quicker to react as she stopped rubbing me, but kept a hand on my wrist to prevent me from pulling it out from her pants. Instead, she quickly scooted over and laid herself across my lap before wrapping her robe around herself, trapping my arm inside of it. By this point, we heard the door open and footsteps coming from it. I glanced non-chalantly at Craig as he stepped to us, glancing down at Sharon in my lap. She had her eyes closed and was still breathing a bit heavily with my fingers still working her, but her positioning on my lap and the way she breathing could’ve been easily been mistaken for her crying as I was consoling her.

Craig said nothing as he stared solemnly at her. My guess was that the ruse was working and to him, she was hurting and he was unsure what to do about it. He hesitantly told us that he was going outside for a smoke. He invited her to join him, but she said and did nothing. I reassured him that I would take care of her. With that, he left. I watched him go and made sure he closed the front door before informing Sharon that he was gone. Upon telling her, she flipped herself over and laid on her back across my lap. She opened her robe and lifted her shirt, exposing her small but perky tits. I could see how hard her nipples were before I even touched them. And when I did, she moaned even further, apparently stimulated by my touch.

She also shifted a little, şişli escort pulling her pajama pants down to give my hand more room to work with. She told me to work quickly, wanting to get off before Craig returned. Glancing back at the door, I kept working on Sharon, alternating between rubbing around the fold near her clit and actually fingering her. I also took advantage of her exposed tits by rubbing around her nipples, giving them little pinches here and there. Her hips started to buck against me as I rubbed her. Her left hand, which was opposite of me, would rub on whichever titty I wasn’t working on. As I continued to finger her, I would bring my finger to my lips, tasting her juices as she was very wet from my efforts.

I found myself shifting a bit as well, trying to adjust myself as my hard dick was pressing up against her back. On top of it not being very comfortable for me, I can only imagine it not doing her any favors either. But she was enjoying herself far too much to either care or take notice, meaning I was the only one that had to compensate for the discomfort. That was giving me all the more reason to get Sharon to finish. Of course, there was also so that we don’t get caught by Craig. Sure, he wasn’t her boyfriend anymore, but again, he didn’t know that I knew that. And I imagine he wouldn’t take kindly to the idea of me possibly moving in on what he would probably consider his territory. Especially right in his home.

Her moans started to increase as she was writhing a bit, my finger-fucking increasing in her. I continued to carefully circle her nipple with my free hand, rubbing softly against her titty. After a little while, she started to scream a little as I felt the onset of an orgasm occurring within her. I slowed my efforts a bit, letting her enjoy her moment as undisturbed as I could let her. She started panting after a series of moans, her orgasm subsiding. I pulled my hand from her pussy, hanging a bit as it dripped with her juices. Almost with a snap, she reached up and grabbed it, pulling it to her lips and sucking on it. I joked about her being greedy. She only responded by mention how I started it all on the train. After she finished with my hand, she got off my lap and started straightening herself out.

It was practically not a moment too soon as the door opened again and Craig walked back in. I got up, indicating that I had prior engagements to take care of. While it was untrue, I didn’t care to be around much longer, less Craig started to suspect something. Sharon more or less agreed that I should go so she could take care of some things as well. She also agreed to walk me out to my door, excusing herself from Craig for a moment. On the way to my door, she thanked me for the moment I gave her and promised that she’ll pay me back the money she owes me soon. I gave her a smile, telling her that she could pay me back when she can.

Upon reaching my door, we said our good-byes. She hugged me, telling me right in my ear how she’ll make up for me doing her a favor the last couple of times. I teased her, telling her I was counting on it even if I really wasn’t. But as she walked back to her place, I did have some personal business in the pleasure category to take care of.

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Friday had come and I had just gotten paid by my job. Not to say I had all sorts of plans, because I didn’t, but I did want to get out some. It was a nice day and being cooped up in the apartment just didn’t sit well for me. I wasn’t off tonight, but I started late. So I had plenty of time to do something for the day, get some sleep, then go in for work. I was busy deciding what to do when a knock could be heard from my door. It was then when it occurred to me that Sharon did owe me some money. I figured it was her coming to pay up.

When I opened the door, I discovered I was half right. It was Sharon, but she wasn’t able to pay. Something about her check from the government not being enough to cover the money she owed the landlady and me at the same time. I don’t know why, but I somehow expected this. Didn’t mean I liked it though. I asked her when she thought she could return the money. She didn’t know. When I sighed, she started to cry a little, apologizing profusely for disappointing me. Again, being a soft heart, I pulled her in for a hug, telling her to just get the money to me when she could.

As I hugged her, her hand started to rub along my waist. I didn’t think much of it since I knew part of that reason was because she couldn’t get her arms completely around me due to the size differences between us. But it wasn’t until I felt it moving from my waist to my thigh that I started to take notice. She started thanking me for being so kind to her over the past few weeks and for all that I’ve done to her. As she spoke, her hand had managed to wander its way to my crotch and started rubbing it over my jeans. I asked her what she was doing. She started to pull herself out from bakırköy escort my embrace and mentioned how she would return the favor to hold me over until she could repay me with the money.

With that, she went to her knees in front of me, unzipping my jeans and pulling my semi-hard dick out. I stared at her in disbelief as she licked my stiffening shaft before wrapping her lips around the head. I wanted to pull her up from her knees, but found my hands caressing the back of her head instead. My dick continued to grow in her mouth as she sucked on it, staring up at me. Neither one of us were concerned about anybody looking at us as my porch area was enclosed, the windows around it covered by blinds that were angled so we could see out and no one saw in.

I started breathe a little deeply, my mind going crazy as she continued to suck on me. There was a part of me that was screaming that this was a bad idea and that I should stop her. But it was overwhelmed by the concept that I hadn’t had any actual form of sex in some time. So my need to get off overrode my moral stance to “do the right thing”. As far as my body was concerned with my dick being washed by Sharon’s mouth, this was the right thing.

I never asked about her personal exploits with any of the past men she’s ever been with, but she was definitely good at giving head. She would bob her head on my dick for a little while before pulling it out of her mouth to lick the shaft and flick her tongue on its head. I found myself grinning in appreciation every time she did that. I wasn’t entirely big by any means, 6 inches erect, I think. I never actually measured it. I guess that’s why it was easy for Sharon to deep-throat me as well, the head of my dick scrapping the back of her throat. She did this a few times, causing me to moan audibly each time. I mentioned to her how good she was at this. She smiled, but said nothing as she continued.

A clicking sound caught both of our attention. I glanced up at the door that led to the porch as Sharon stopped sucking me and turned back to it. Since the only people who had a reason to open that door were really anyone living in the rear or the basement apartment, we quickly deduced that it must be Craig coming in. The way to the door of my apartment was accessed by a small flight of stairs. Along the stairs to my door and the stairs to the basement was a partition that would keep people from falling off my porch area down the stairs. It was high enough to hide anything happening from my stomach down. Which is why I quickly moved Sharon there and put her back on her knees just as the door opened and Craig walked in.

As he walked in, his back was to the door. That gave me a few extra minutes to pull my phone out to pretend I was looking at it before he turned and saw me. Craig greeted me and I greeted back in turn. After asking me what I was doing, I lied and told him that I had better phone reception on the porch, all the while Sharon went back to work on me. As Craig chuckled and agree that reception inside the apartments sucked, I adjusted myself, leaning on the partition to further hide the fact that I was being blown by his girlfriend. I glanced down, putting the phone in view to pretend I was looking at it rather than looking at Sharon, who was grinning like crazy with my dick in her mouth. I shook my head at her and let out a soft moan, almost forgetting I was in Craig’s presence.

He stared at me, wondering if I was alright. I confirmed I was, claiming that there was something on the phone that disappointed me. To further my lie, I made up some story about a news report that I was passionate about, despite the fact that I don’t watch the news. As Sharon silently bobbed her head along my dick, I made an exaggerated show about the story. I was hiding the fact that Sharon’s efforts were getting to me, being a feeling beyond pleasure overwhelming. I felt my manhood throbbing in her mouth as her tongue would flick against the head, causing me to sometimes take a pause in my statement pretending to hold back a silent burp or something and not accidentally cry out in pleasure.

Craig seemed very disinterested in my story, which was all the same since it was bullshit anyway and just a ruse to bore him into leaving. He stopped me from continuing my story, claiming he had stuff to do. At the moment, however, Sharon started picking up on her motions, bringing me closer to the edge. I glanced down at her again in a bit of shock, trying to warn her with my eyes to slow down. I barely heard Craig’s question about having seen Sharon. Of course, I told him I hadn’t even though she was running her tongue along the underside of my dick currently, as well as giving Craig the finger behind the partition out of view.

Unaware of practically everything going on, Craig shrugged and excused himself as he headed downstairs to the apartment. I watched him, making sure I could hear the actual apartment door open and close before turning back to Sharon. I told her how crazy she was. She countered by informing me how much I had been enjoying that. Thing was, she was right. I had never felt so turned on by anything like that before. And I’m more than certain she could tell by just how much my manhood was throbbing in her mouth. And with Craig gone, she was picking up her pace noisily now.

The train was delayed. Emma sat and gazed out of the window. It was a fine clear day, far too nice to be on the train to work. She sighed and turned back to her magazine. As she did she caught sight of the man opposite her. He was checking out her legs. She was sitting with her legs crossed. They were long, slender legs, wearing stockings and high heeled shoes.

Emma pretended she hadn’t noticed him looking but her heart began to speed up. He was apparently reading a newspaper but she knew he was secretly looking at her. He was an older man, late fifties or early sixties, cropped grey hair, smart expensive suit. Emma looked at the wedding ring on his third finger. A married man, probably frustrated, no longer getting the sex and attention he needed. She was aware that she was becoming warm and slightly damp. She liked him looking at her. Both of them pretending it wasn’t happening.

She gave a tiny wriggle and re-crossed her legs. Her skirt slid up her thighs a little way and she watched from beneath her eyelids as he took a good look. She imagined him storing up her image for later when he was alone. She imagine a bulge in those expensive trousers, fatih escort his hand surreptitiously rubbing. The thought made her wet and she wriggled again slightly. Her skirt slid up further, revealing a lacy stocking top and part of a black suspender. The man held his paper very still. His eyes didn’t move from her exposed thighs. Emma felt incredibly aroused as he looked at her. She wanted to pull her skirt all the way up and show him her lacy black knickers, which were becoming very wet. She made herself look away, out of the window, while at the same time she slowly uncrossed her legs. For a minute she sat with her knees primly together, then she let them part a little. She knew that from where he was, he could see straight up her skirt. She wanted him to look. Her whole body wanted her to spread her legs wide and pull them up, high heels resting on the seat. She wanted to completely expose herself to him and watch as he masturbated over her…

Instead, she sighed, picked up her magazine again and pretended to be deeply interested in it while she let her knees fall further apart. She didn’t look bağcılar escort at him but she knew he was watching. She let her hand fall into her lap and began idly stroking her thigh above her stocking top. She took a quick glance over her magazine. His eyes were fixed on her hand and he was looking a bit hot and bothered. He shifted in his seat and Emma saw there was a prominent bulge in his trousers. She felt a delicious thrill of arousal. She let her hand drift further up her, her fingertip caressing the soft skin above her stocking, but absently, as though not really aware of what she was doing.

Her fingers reached the damp crotch of her knickers and she stroked it lightly. She heard a supressed sound from the man and looked up at him boldly for the first time. He was flushed and breathing heavily, trying to conceal his arousal. Their eyes met. He smiled apologetically. Emma looked into his dark eyes and slowly and deliberately she pulled her knickers slightly to one side. Time seemed to stop for a moment. His gaze was burning into her and she was responding, getting wetter, slicker, more swollen. fındıkzade escort Abruptly she got up and walked past him down to the toilet. She didn’t look back but she knew he was following her.

Inside the toilet, she left the door unlocked. When he came in she was bending over the sink, her back to him. He locked the door and took in the sight of her curvy ass, her skirt pulled right up to her waist. He groaned softly and unzipped his trousers. He didn’t bother to pull her knickers down, just pulled them to one side and pushed straight into her. Emma moaned and arched her back as his hard cock entered her. He was breathing fast and harshly as he thrust, clutching her hips. In the tiny mirror she could see him looking at her, his face hard with lust. Their eyes met and she breathed “yes, yes,yes” in time with his thrusts. Her orgasm made her legs buckle and she grabbed the sink as she smothered her cry with her arm. He groaned and went harder and she felt her pussy spasm around his rigid cock before he gasped and swore softly and she felt hotness spurting inside her.

Emma straightened up as he zipped his trousers and, smiled at him in the mirror. He smiled back. “Well, thank you.”

“Thankyou.” Emma tidied her hair. She smoothed down her skirt and stepped past him into the corridor. She glanced over her shoulder as she made her way back to her seat. He was still smiling as he washed his hands.

She sat down and picked up her magazine. Not a bad day after all.

I hurriedly walked through the front door, dropped my keys on the table in the hall, and headed to the kitchen to find Lissy and find out what the problem was that prompted her frantic phone call at work. I noticed the house was extremely quiet, which I thought was strange based on her earlier call, but figured Lissy and the baby were next door.

“I thought you’d never get here,” Lissy said, stepping out from the alcove of the dining room, blocking my progress to the kitchen.

I remember trying to say something, but the words, I mean my breath, caught in my throat. She stood in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of stiletto heels and a string of black pearls around her neck.

“What?” she said playfully, “you weren’t expecting this?” She smiled, licking her full lips and seductively flipping her long brown hair that fell just below her shoulders.

“Uh, no,” I managed to stammer, instantly feeling my cock grow hard as my eyes traced over every inch of her delicious body. “No, I wasn’t expecting this at all.”

“If you’re disappointed, I can go put my clothes back on and pick up the baby. He’s with Lisa and her son on a play date.”

“No need for that,” I replied, walking over to where she stood and wrapping my arms around her.

“This was the best trick I could think of to get you home quickly,” she explained. “See, I figured we could have our own play date.”

“I like the way you think,” I said, kissing her cheek and running my fingers through her silky hair.

“I’m glad,” she replied, putting a hand on either side of my face and guiding my mouth to hers in a long passionate kiss. She gently slid her tongue into my mouth and moaned.

“Just to let you know, though, I didn’t imagine a nice romantic afternoon,” she said as she pulled her mouth away from mine.

“No,” I said.

“No, the truth is that I’m very horny and all I really want is your thick cock buried in my pussy. Oh, and I want to cum on that thick cock and drip my pussy juice on to your balls.”

I smiled. “That’s my girl, never shy or unsure of what she wants.”

“Is there a problem with that?” she asked, sliding her hand across my cock, which was bulging through my jeans just begging to be released and caressed by the incredibly hot chick standing before me.

“No problem for me,” I replied. I knelt down in front of her and moved my face just inches away from her neatly trimmed pussy. I breathed in her delicious scent and moved a little closer, exhaling my hot breath on her clit, which I could tell was already swollen with anticipation.

“No,” she said, gently pushing my head away from her crotch. “Not now. I told you what I want. Sometimes a girl wants her man’s tongue in her cunt and other times she wants his dick. This çapa escort is one of those times when all I want is your cock between my thighs and to be fucked like the little slut I am.” Now get undressed!”

There wasn’t much I could say, so I stood up, kicked off my shoes, and pulled off my slacks and briefs. My cock dripped a little precum on the floor as I stood in front of Lissy. She slid two fingers into her pussy getting them slick with her juices and then gently rubbed her clit. She slid them back inside and then held them up to my mouth to suck them off.

“Oh, Lissy! You taste so amazing!”

She laughed softly and then, without another word, turned her back to me, and got down on the floor on all fours.

“Now, do me!” she ordered.

I quickly got down behind her, licking my own lips as I surveyed her perfect ass. I put a hand on either hip and leaned over so my face was right by that delicious ass and put my tongue at the top of her ass crack, just below her lower back, and wiggled it.

“Yeah, baby! I love when you do that! Lick my ass!”

I continued licking, gradually moving down towards her asshole, but stopping just short.

“Don’t stop, baby. I want to feel your tongue down there. Please don’t stop, baby!”

“Sorry, my little slut,” you said you wanted cock, not tongue.” So despite the begging, I sat up and slid my cock between those well muscled thighs. I began to rock my hips slightly, gently settling the shaft of my cock into her wet slit and rubbing it on her clit.

“You like that, princess?”

“Yes, yes, I love it. Keep rubbing that cock on my clit.”

I continued to rock my hips changing speed every now and then. I felt her body tense and her breathing quicken.

“Are you going to cum?” I asked.

“Yes! Yes! Make me cum!”

I stopped rubbing and leaned down again, listening to her initial complaint about the sudden lack of attention to her clit turn to ecstasy as I gently massaged her asshole with my tongue and slid two fingers into her pussy, wiggling them slowly.

“Oh my God! My God! Yes yes! Make me cum!” She dug her fingers into the carpeting and arched her back. A minute later she came.

“My God, baby that was amazing! A great opening act. Now fuck me!”

“Aren’t we demanding,” I said smiling, sitting up and sliding my cock back between her legs.

“Yes I am,” she replied. “Remember, I’m a princess.”

“Yeah,” I replied, “a slut princess.”

“Not just any slut princess,” she corrected, “your slut princess. Now shove it in!”

I did as I was told, burying my rod in that hot, wet, and perfectly tight pussy.

“Oh Lissy, you feel sooo amazing! I love the way your pussy feels.” She moaned softly aksaray escort as I began to thrust in and out, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. I put a hand on either of her hips for a little extra leverage and slammed my cock home again and again. She bucked her hips backwards, meeting my thrusts with a satisfying slapping sound. I reached both arms around her, cupping her perfect tits and then pinched her nipples, rolling those delicious little nips between my thumb and forefinger.

“Oh God! Yes, pinch them! Pinch those nipples!” she hissed through clenched teeth, all the while continuing to move her hips back and in to me.

I fucked her harder and harder now with every thrust, feeling my orgasm build. I continued to pinch her nipple with my left hand and reached up to grab a handful of her silky long hair.

“Ahhh!” she yelped. “Pull it harder! Harder! Oh yeah baby!” she was nearly yelling and for a second I worried the neighbors might hear through the open windows. “Now fuck that pussy hard!” she commanded. “Oh yes, yes! Fuck the pussy, fuck that tight little cunt!”

With that, we both exploded at the same time, me shooting cum deep into her little fuckhole and her tightening those awesome pussy muscles God blessed women with around my cock. For two or three minutes, neither of us said a word; we just stayed there on the floor, her on all fours and me behind her, still clutching her hair. My cock softened and slipped out of her pussy, a giant glob of cum following it, landing with an audible plop on the carpeting.

“Oops,” I said, “guess we’ll need to clean that up.” I stood up and held out a hand to help my princess up. She stood, smiling at me and gave me another deep passionate kiss, complete with her delicious tongue. I stooped to pick up my clothes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked.

“Uh, getting dressed, I think,” I replied.

“Did your slut princess tell you that you had permission to get dressed?” she asked. “I don’t think so,” she said with pretend anger in her voice.

“What else do you want, baby?” I asked.

“Please address me as slut princess or just slut for the rest of this session,” she corrected. “And to answer your question, your slut princess wants one more thing to top off her afternoon of fun. And that is to taste your cum mixed with mine. The best way I know how to do that is to suck your delicious cock since it just spent the better part of 10 minutes buried in my wet pussy.”

“Well, slut princess, I love you’re idea, but give me a minute or two to recover,” I asked pleadingly.

“No problem now lay down.”

I followed her instructions, lying down on my back on the dining room floor. She topkapı escort joined me, placing her head on my stomach. She began to gently massage my balls and run her tantalizing fingertips over my thighs, stomach, and the shaft of my cock. She moved her hand down a little further, softly stroking my ball sack and the area between it and my asshole. After about six or seven minutes, we were both rewarded as my cock began growing hard. I thought of the impending blowjob and how wonderful those big lips and soft mouth would feel wrapped around my cock.

“See,” she said, “your slut princess knows what she’s doing.”

“I never doubted you, slut,” I replied. “I know how good you are.”

She giggled, continuing to play with my cock. “Now stand up,” she ordered.

As soon as I stood, she was on her knees in front of me, opening her mouth to take in my cock.

“Ummmm,” she moaned as she took my dick all the way in, until the head touched the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but continued wiggling her tongue along the shaft of my cock.

“Yes, you little slut! Suck that cock! Oh Yeah, suck it like the nasty little slut you are!”

“You like that, boy?” she asked. Trust me, there’s nothing quite as amazing as listening to my Lissy try to speak with a mouthful of cock.

“You know I do, slut princess,” now stop talking and start sucking.

She gently scraped her teeth along the shaft, “watch how you talk to royalty,” she managed to say, then giggled, and finally began that world famous head bobbing. First slowly, then more rapidly, sliding my cock across her lips and in and out of that deliciously soft mouth.

“Yes, Lissy, I mean slut, suck it! I wanna fill that pretty little mouth with cum!”

She moaned and smacked her lips in anticipation, gently beginning to massage my balls as she continued to enjoy slurping and licking my cock. She removed it from her mouth just long enough to say “fuck my face, boy! Treat me like a whore!”

I put a hand on either side of her head and began to ram my cock in and out of her mouth, just as she directed. I guess I got a little carried away because one time it slipped out of her mouth and before I could stop my thrust, it hit her in the eye. “Sorry, baby. Are you ok?”

She laughed, rubbed her eye, and said, “of course, now get back to work. Oh, and don’t tell me when your going to cum, I want to be surprised.”

My cock was back inside her mouth and I was thrusting. I took one hand off the side of her head and grabbed her hair, using it to pull her head forward and back. My orgasm was there. I looked into those loving brown eyes of her’s and blew my load in her sweet little mouth.

“Take that, slut princess,” I grunted. She gagged a little since the head of my cock was touching the back of her throat and a little cum dribbled out over those big red lips. I pulled out and she stuck out that heavenly tongue of her’s and licked up the escaping drops of cum.

I helped her up and we embraced her resting her head on my shoulder. “Now that’s what I call a play date,” she sighed.

For the first time in her 25 years on earth, Jenna was surprised by the girl looking back at her in the mirror. Staring back at her was actually not a girl but a woman. A woman she barely recognized. Jenna grinned.

She leant closer to the mirror and admired the subtle yet striking makeup her best friend Gia had applied. Her eyes looked huge and the red lipstick accentuated her lips’ natural fullness. Gone was her usual tied back bun hairstyle as her long dark brown hair was blown dried into soft waves, falling way past her shoulders.

But the main transformation was her clothes. Her usual jeans and tshirt were replaced with the tiniest of mini dresses. This was not a dress for the meek. Her larger than average breasts almost spilled from the low cut sweetheart neckline and the dress was cut short to show off a vast expanse of slender thigh. She looked, dare she say it, sexy?

“Holy shit!” Her best friend and makeover expert exclaimed. “You look smoking hot!”

“I don’t look like me,” Jenna murmured, tugging at the hem of her dress, suddenly feeling self conscious.

“Exactly,” Gia responded. “This is your chance to get out there, let your hair down and show boring old Pete what he’s missing.”

Jenna winced at the mention of her now ex-boyfriend who had unceremoniously dumped her the week before. The rejection had stung, but Jenna was through feeling sorry for herself. She nodded. Gia was right. She needed this.

“C’mon sweetie. Chin up, shoulders back, tits out. Show ’em what you’re made of.”

Jenna laughed, took Gia’s outstretched hand and head out the door.

***************

The bar was busier than usual with christmas being on its way. The musical was loud and Jenna could feel the beat of the music throbbing through her body. She had just finished her third cocktail and was really beginning to feel less self conscious.

She left Gia and their other friends on the dance floor and made her way to the bar. She worked her way through the throng of people and managed to position herself at the bar.

“What can I get you beautiful?” the batman shouted to be heard over the music. Wow. Served immediately and with a compliment to boot! She was definitely wearing this dress again!

Jenna ordered another cocktail and reached for her purse when a deep voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Allow me.”

She looked up to see the sexiest man she had ever seen handing over some money to pay for her drink. Her eyes lifted from his wide chest to take in his jet black hair, sensual mouth and dark eyes. Fuck, he was beautiful!

“Un, thank you,” Jenna responded, flustered. Her dark stranger smiled at her and allowed his eyes to roam her body. His gaze lingered on her breasts, down to her legs before resting on her lips.

She felt his eyes on her body as if they were his hands. She knew she ought to be offended to be so blatantly objectified but her body thought otherwise. Her body heated up, her nipples hardened and an unmistakable throb began between her legs.

“I’m Luc,” he offered as he took her hand.

“Jenna,” she murmured in response, distracted by how large his hand was as it dwarfed her own much smaller one.

“Jenna,” he repeated, smiling as if he enjoyed the sound of her name on his lips. Jenna didn’t respond, still very aware of his hand holding hers. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have these huge hands on her body, holding her breasts, squeezing her nipples before sliding further down her body. She squeezed her thighs to try and relieve the sudden ache there.

“So Jenna, what brings you here tonight?” Luc questioned, watching her intently.

“I’m just out with some friends,” Jenna responded, gesturing vaguely to the dance floor.

“Female friends?” Luc probed, leaning closer. Jenna nodded in response, not trusting herself to speak. He seemed satisfied with that response and ran a single finger down her cheek. He was just inches away now. Jenna could feel her breathing quicken in anticipation.

She became mecidiyeköy escort suddenly aware of the height difference between them. He was easily over 6 feet tall, maybe even a full foot over her relatively petite 5 feet 4. His muscular physique was barely hidden by his shirt. Jenna licked her suddenly dry lips.

Luc groaned and closed the distance between them, his mouth covering hers. This wasn’t a sweet and gentle first kiss – it was hot, hard and demanding. His tongue slipped between her lips as he explored her mouth and she allowed herself to do the same. The taste of whisky on his tongue was intoxicating. She rested her hands against his muscular chest and gave into the kiss.

She wanted him to touch her. Her clit was aching for attention and breasts felt tight and heavy. She pressed herself against him and he abruptly pulled away. His breathing was as heavy and erratic as hers.

“You need to tell your friends we’re going,” Luc told her decisively.

Suddenly remembering her surroundings Jenna flushed. She looked around and although no one seemed to be paying them any attention, she was mortified about the display they had put on.

“I…” She started, before Luc cut her off with a finger against her lips.

“Jenna, this is going to happen. Stop fighting it. You want this as much as I do. I can feel it. So either we go back to my place and I spend the whole night making you cum again and again or I fuck you right here at the bar. Either way I need to be inside you.”

His coarse words both shocked and excited her. She had never had a one night stand before. Maybe it was time to live a little, and bizarrely, she instinctively trusted her sexy stranger. She nodded and knocked back the rest of her drink. She found Gia and explained and her friends eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Go get him, tiger,” she winked before telling her to be safe.

At last they made their way outside, Luc leading the way, holding her hand as they worked their way through the hundreds of partygoers. The cold night air had a sobering effect on Jenna and she bit her lip. Should she be doing this?

Luc seemed to sense her hesitancy, and pulled her toward him. As her body made contact with his, all negative thoughts flew out of her head. She wanted this man. She NEEDED him.

A car appeared as if from nowhere and Luc encouraged Jenna to get in. He had his own driver? Before she could ask any questions Luc’s mouth was back on hers. He took his time exploring her mouth as his hands set upon their own journey of discovery. She felt a large hand at the top of her thigh, gently caressing the naked flesh. Her dress didn’t provide much coverage and Luc took great advantage of that.

His hand was gentle and rhythmic, his fingers gently stroking as his lips moved south and he started to kiss her neck. Jenna moaned. It felt so good to just give in to the sensation. As Luc’s clever fingers continued to explore, Jenna found herself parting her legs, allowing him access to part of her that needed his attention the most.

“Good girl,” he murmured against her ear as his fingers moved further north. She moaned as they grazed across her black lacy underwear and wondered if he could feel how hot and wet he was making her.

He gently pulled the lace to one side and with one finger found her aching bud. Jenna whimpered. The need she had for him was becoming uncontrollable.

“You’re so fucking wet, Jenna,” Luc groaned against her ear. At the back of her mind Jenna was thankful for the partition between them and the driver. She let her head drop onto his shoulder as she gave into the sensations.

He began to rub her clit in a circular motion, before sliding one finger deep inside her.

“Oh my god,” Jenna gasped breathlessly, as she adjusted to the feel of his long finger inside her. Luc responded by adding a second finger, flicking them inside her and his thumb continued to move over her clit.

“You’re so tight baby,” Luc told her etiler escort as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. “I need to be inside you. I’m going to taste your pussy and then fuck you senseless.”

Jenna was losing herself. Her body was throbbing all over and she felt her climax build. His fingers skillfully flicked inside her as she started to grind against his hand, needing that extra stimulation.

It happened suddenly. Jenna threw her head back and moaned loudly as her pussy tightened around Luc’s fingers.

As she came back down to earth, Luc’s eyes were on her flushed face, his hand still between her legs.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmured before sliding his hand from between her legs and dipping a finger in his mouth.

“Delicious,” he said, tasting her.

Jenna didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or the effect this man had on her body but she didn’t feel embarrassed. She didn’t feel any regret for the way she had so wantonly let go around Luc’s fingers. She felt sexy, and full of lust. She needed him to fuck her.

The car came to a sudden stop as they arrived at their destination. Luc all but dragged Jenna inside. She barely had time to acknowledge the luxurious surroundings as Luc pulled her into his bedroom.

He pulled her to him and turned her so he could unzip her dress. The dress dropped to the floor and she stood in front of him dressed only in her black lace underwear. Her large breasts were pushed up in her bra and her tiny gstring was still pulled to the side exposing her pussy to him.

“Fucking hell,” Luc breathed, eyes roaming all over her. “Your tits are amazing”

Jenna flushed at his harsh words and obvious appreciation of her body, but she found she didn’t feel shy. She felt sexy and desirable.

She took a step forward so breasts were almost pressed against him. He ran a finger of the lace and Jenna felt her nipples tighten in response. “Luc…” She moaned.

Hearing her moan his name seemed to startle him into action. He reached around her, unhooking her bra and allowing her breasts to spring free. Her naked flesh was soon covered by his large hands.

Her clit still sensitive from her earlier orgasm, started to throb again as his skilled fingers worked their magic. He kissed her neck and just played with a breast with one hand. The other hand was on her back just stroking gently.

He bent his head to run the flat of his tongue over one of her nipples and then circled it with his tongue. Jenna let her head drop back as he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked on it while his fingers were working her other breast. He seemed to know exactly what to do to make her whimper.

Jennas breathing became quicker and more erratic and she squeezed her legs together to try and ease the throbbing there.

Luc lifted his head and without taking his eyes off hers, slid his hand down her body and gently tugged down Jenna’s underwear. She stepped out of them and stood there before him, completely naked and exposed. Still with his eyes on hers, he found her clit again with one finger and began to circle it slowly. Her legs started to shake and she gripped onto his shirt.

She was vaguely aware that while she was completely naked, Luc stood before her fully dressed. Rather than lead her to the bed Luc backed her up against the wardrobe door, kissing her intensely.

“Hold on to me baby, because there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop.”

Jenna’s head fell back against the wardrobe as Luc continued his work on her clit. His hand shifted slightly and once again she felt his long fingers invade her pussy, while still rubbing her clit with his thumb. As he slid another finger in he told her how tight she was. She felt her muscles squeezing his fingers and her pleasure intensed.

He withdrew his fingers and dipped one into her mouth. Jenna tasted herself as she sucked on his fingers. Luc watched, his eyes dark with need.

“I want to suck you,” Jenna surprised herself by kağıthane escort saying as his fingers moved from her mouth and back to her nipples.

“Oh you will baby. Later. It’s my turn to taste.”

His mouth went back to her nipples, but he wasn’t as gentle this time. Each touch was a bit rougher, as he tugged her nipple with his teeth before sucking hard. Jenna gasped. She wasn’t sure how much more of this delicious torture she could handle.

Luc dropped suddenly to his knees in front of her. He cupped her pussy in his hand, looked up at her and said “mine.”

Jenna nodded, surprised by his possessiveness.

“Say it, Jenna.”

As she said “I’m yours” he lifted one leg and hooked it over his shoulder. He mouth was on her and she almost screamed from the pleasure of it. She leant back against the wall and gripped his hair.

The time for slow and gentle had passed. Luc swirled his tongue over her clit before sucking it straight into his mouth.

Jenna started to shake and moaned his name. Luc glanced up and murmured the word “go” against her clit. Jenna’s fingers gripped his hair and let go, her hands on the back of his head, just keeping him there. Luc continued to lick and suck her pussy as her orgasm went on and on.

When the sensations finally passed, Luc placed a kiss on her pussy and stood back up. He kissed her, sliding his tongue in her mouth, letting her taste herself on him.

“Lie down on the bed baby,” Luc instructed. Jenna did as she was told, her legs still shaking. He watched Luc finally undress himself, her heart pounding as she saw his muscular body unveiled. How could she still feel so needy for him after such intense orgasms?

As he pulled down his boxers his magnificent cock was freed. Jenna licked her lips. She needed this.

Luc leant over and put his hands on her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Jenna reached for him but he stopped her.

“I need you to hold your hands above your head.”

Jenna obeyed, knowing her breasts were lifted high for his gaze. Luc growled.

“Later, you can touch me. I’m going to need you to suck my cock, to use your hands. But right now I need to fuck your tight little pussy. I need to pump my cum so deep inside you, you forget every other man who has ever touched this perfect body.”

Jenna didn’t respond verbally, but instead spread her legs wide for him.

That was Luc’s undoing. Still standing at the foot of the bed, he grabbed his cock and tapped it against her clit. Then at long last she felt his thick cock pressing at her entrance and suddenly she was full.

“Fuck!” She exclaimed as she got used to the feel of him inside her. Stretching her. He withdrew his cock almost to the tip and slammed it back into her. His fingers were digging into her hips and he pulled her onto his cock with every thrust.

There was nothing Jenna could do but take it. It felt amazing. Her arms still above her head she could feel her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

“So. Fucking. Tight!” Luc managed to groan between each thrust. Suddenly he withdrew his cock completely. Before Jenna could have chance to complain she felt him turning her over.

Jenna instinctively got on her hands and knees and offered her pussy to him. Climbing behind her Luc took what was offered. He slammed his cock into her with a lustful grunt, reaching round to grab her breasts.

Jenna felt the pressure building. Her earlier orgasms had been amazing but the intensity of the sensations building inside her were mind blowing.

“I need you to cum on my cock, Jenna. Don’t you dare hold back.”

There was no chance of that. Luc’s relentless deep thrusts had her moaning his name over and over until suddenly she felt herself right on the brink.

“Luc…” She groaned.

“Now!” He shouted.

With a forceful thrust she felt him spill his seed inside her and her orgasms took her to another world. She was tensing around him, milking his cock as he stayed pressed balls deep inside her.

Running his hand over her naked back he withdrew his cock watched his cum trickle down her thighs. He couldn’t remember the last time he had cum so hard.

He rolled her onto her back and kissed her.

“That. Was. Amazing.” Jenna whispered, trying to catch her breath.

Luc grinned.

“Oh baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

End of part one.

Something told me if I just call one more time, he would be there. As much as I just wanted to be pissed and walk home, I couldn’t ignore the overpowering feeling in my gut to just call one more time. So I dialed his number. Second ring he picked up, when he realized what had happened, he apologized profusely and ran right out the door to me.

He picked me up and twirled me around like I was a little girl again. For such a skinny guy, he sure had a lot of muscle. I wrapped my legs around his hips as we kissed in midair. He gently put me back on the ground and held me in his arms. He looked down into my eyes and told me again and again how sorry he was that his phone wasn’t working right and he hadn’t even heard my first several calls. I told him it was okay, I hadn’t given up all hope, he would have some interesting voice mails to listen to when they did show up though. He smiled at me as we started to walk towards the beach access I had already been on once that night. We reached the beach and I took off the button-down shirt I had worn to make an less sandy seat for myself. And there we sat under the slightly cloudy sky staring at the lightning in the distance as the ocean waves tossed and turned in front of us. Everything was so perfectly beautiful for us, for my last night.

He turned to me and gazed into my eyes for a second before he opened his mouth to speak, and even when he did, he seemed to calculate his words precisely. “So what was the deal with that guy? Will or whatever his name was. Why is he really here?” he asked me.

“Well, I guess you could say that Will is Mr. Right by my mom’s standards. He’s the good boy that I need to anchor myself to and be with forever.”

“Yet for some reason, you don’t seem to like that idea.”

“I hate it,” I said with disgust. “I completely hate the thought of being tied down to him. He’s too careful, too holier-than-thou for me. He bases everything in his life around his sister and his niece, he has no real backbone. And he’s completely boring.”

“Honestly if you want my taksim escort opinion, I couldn’t see you with someone like that.”

“Okay, I’ll bite, why? Why not the good guy?”

“You didn’t smile when I saw you with him earlier. You didn’t seem very happy to have him here. And he didn’t even want to stay and chill at the bonfire, who doesn’t like to kick back and relax at a bonfire? He wanted to keep you inside watching a movie. He wanted you all to himself in a controlled environment, one that he controlled. You don’t seem like the kind of person who would take well to being put in a cage,” he said to me.

I looked at him. This guy that I had only known for a few short days could see into my thoughts. He could tell me that I was miserable and what I would and wouldn’t like. He already knew me before I had hardly opened my mouth. I realized that night that maybe I wasn’t the only person capable of reading through a person you hardly know.

“You’re right, I would hate it completely.”

“You’re too much of a free spirit to be caged in like that. You’re young, you want to enjoy life. You want to be spontaneous and walk on the beach at three in the morning. You want to do what comes naturally and not just sit there watching life pass you by. I can see it in you, you’re a free spirit, and I hope you don’t ever let anyone tame that,” Tim said to me as he cradled my cheek with his hand.

“Exactly. You’re right. And I’m on vacation, there’s no way in hell I’m going to bed early and spending the night inside. That’s exactly why I’m here with you right now. Because you’re just as free as I am.”

Suddenly any bad feelings I had had from that night were gone from my mind as he leaned down and kissed me. A simple kiss lit so much passion between us. Before I realized it, I was on my back in the sand and he was gingerly kissing me from above. As odd as it seemed, I opened my eyes mid-kiss to stare at the sky. The purple lightning in the distance occasionally would glow brighter beyoğlu escort and the stars twinkled slightly as they crept out from behind the clouds. The whole time his hands never left my skin, they roved all over my body trying to learn every curve and dimple in my flesh. Naturally, as all male hands are drawn, they made their way up my shirt and were tracing my stomach just below my bra. I stopped and looked up for a second.

“You don’t think you’re going to sleep with me tonight, do you?” I asked him.

All he could do was smile, I had struck him completely off guard. “No, I’m not trying to pressure you into that, if that’s what you think. But whatever happens, happens. We are on vacation,” he finally managed to say with a slight grin.

“True, that whole vacation thing leaves plenty of room for forgiveness. But still, it would be wrong, wouldn’t it?” I said teasingly.

“Yeah, it would be wrong, especially with him sleeping on your couch. I mean, I could go in there sipping a cup of coffee in the morning and watch his jaw drop,” he said and we both laughed.

“Oh who cares who’s sleeping on the couch, I’m on vacation!”

The teasing continued on long enough that eventually I had to stand up, readjust my shirt, rethread my belt, and shake the sand out of my hair. We had rolled around on top of each other in the sand ’til we were both covered in the stuff. I didn’t seem to mind, I hadn’t had this much sand on me since I was five years old, but that didn’t matter at the moment. After I stood up, I stared out at the water. Tim came behind me and held me like someone out of one of the classic love stories. “And there they stood in each other’s arms gazing out at the moonlit ocean.”

Then I got that feeling. That desperate feeling that I was about to lose out on something I would never have a chance at again if I didn’t seize it now. As I leaned against him, I couldn’t help but noticing, this string bean of a guy was pretty well endowed. And so it happened, that desperate beşiktaş escort race to see who can get their clothes off the first. As soon as I turned and started kissing him with renewed passion, our hands were fast at work. First my shirt was thrown to the sand, then my jeans were cast off as he touched me in ways I had never been touched. I’m not sure when I found the time to rip his clothes off of his body, but I know it happened at some point. Hurriedly, as though there was some time limit where we would all turn into toads at four in the morning, we threw our clothes to the sand and prayed we could find them later. There we were laying bare naked on the sand with only our two shirts to serve as a bed.

He suddenly decided to do things painstakingly slow, to take his precious time and make sure the moment was right, after all, he didn’t want to rush me. He drew an invisible line of kisses from my neck down to my hips and back up. The whole time I shivered, the thought of doing something so wrong with someone I hardly knew was too much. I would accomplish something that was rarely successful with complete ease, no one would ever know. Finally, as I was clawing at his back with anticipation, he gave in to my demands. We made love. Well, maybe not love, love is difficult when you don’t know someone and they can only think they know you. But “making love” is better than saying “we fucked like crazed lovers in the back seat at an old drive-in.” Either way you say it, it was the most beautiful night I have felt in a long time. There was a bond between us, forged by the lightning in the dead of night, that cannot ever be reproduced again.

He was gentle but forceful when he knew I was ready and willing. He knew what I wanted, and when he was unsure, I controlled him by my nails on his back. I never noticed the fact that I now had sand in places I never imagined it being, I didn’t care. I felt free and relaxed for the first time in months. I was living life to the fullest, being the wild and crazy girl I used to once be. I had no thoughts of Will on my couch, my boyfriend in Virginia Beach, my mother asleep. All I could feel our steady passionate rhythm as I occasionally glanced at the purple heat lightning in the distance when it lit up the sky. The stars above glowed with renewed brightness and spirit, just as I did, clinging to this man on the Salvo shore.

Somehow Kate managed to get down to dinner in a short denim skirt, thin strappy top and no bra. She either looked relaxed or slutty depending on your point of view. The thin top did little to hide her big nipples, a situation made worse by her lifting her arms and fiddling with her hair as she kept pulling it off her neck, saying she was hot. It certainly made some of the men hot under the collar, including Ahmed, our intriguing waiter who seemed to appear out of nowhere when we arrived in the dining room. Her mother, Sarah, just shook her head in exasperation but didn’t send her back to the room to change, much to the delight of the guys when we joined them after dinner. Kate was clearly enjoying the attention, it seemed that since she left Jens she was very much in the mood for more sex, which is how we came to be back in our room by 10:30.

The walk along the corridor, up in the lift and then to our door had been charged with electricity, it seemed to be sparking off her when she closed the door, locking it behind us. I was going to say something, but I didn’t get the chance as she launched herself at me, arms around my neck and lips locked onto mine. She kissed me like it was the last kiss either one of us would get, the slow sensual snog of the last two days replaced by a fiery passion as she crushed her tits into mine and rolled her hips against me. It was all I could do to stay upright!

Eventually she paused for breath and gave me a moment to recover before she started pulling at my clothes, her fingers fumbling at the buttons, torn between running her hands all over me and the desire to get me naked. My own heart now pounding with the thrill of her onslaught, so I pushed her away a little and undid the remaining buttons of my top, throwing it on the floor. She took the hint and quickly pulled her skimpy top over her head before cupping her tits and thumbing her rock-hard nipples as I reached back and unclipped my bra. She then pounced on me, pulling it down my arms before grabbing a firm handful of each of my boobs, squeezing them hard before sucking on my smaller but no less hard nipples. I fumbled with the zip of my jeans and was pushing them down but lost my balance and somehow tumbled onto the bed, Kate finally pulling my tight jeans off.

She was standing at the end of the bed staring at me with undisguised lust and I could not help but respond. I was on my back so I ran my hands slowly down by body, enjoying the size and shape of my boobs until my fingers were between my legs and I spread them wider as I gently parted the swollen lips of my pussy, scooping the moisture with the tips of my fingers over my clit. That drew a gasp from Kate and she quickly unzipped her little denim skirt, leaving her naked. She hadn’t been wearing any knickers! She saw my surprise and laughed, “If those guys had been able to drag their eyes away from my tits they could have seen some pussy…I kept opening my legs but they didn’t notice! Honestly Emma, it felt so dirty sitting there with no undies…and after this afternoon when Jens was so demanding, dragging me up to his room and fucking me on the balcony like he owned me, all I wanted was one of them to throw me down onto the carpet and fuck me like Jens did! It was all I could think about…well, apart from me and you that is.”

There was a moment’s hesitation on both our parts as we knew we were about to take our sexual relationship to another level. It was a voyage into the unknown and something I hadn’t thought would ever happen, but now it seemed the most natural thing in the world. In an instant a calculation ran through my brain and I pulled her down onto the bed, my own body twisting and moving so that my head was between her legs, so that my tongue would taste her first. That moment of calculation had made me realise that she was so excited, so horny, so desperate to cum that anything I did would probably work and my lack of skill would go unnoticed.

And so it proved. I pushed her legs wider and she gripped them behind the knee, pulling them wider still. This caused the outer lips of her pussy to part and with a silent prayer I flicked my tongue between them causing her to sigh in a way that was totally sexual. I carried on, thinking about what Jens had done to me the previous day, licking gently, almost not touching then firmly swirling around her clit, slowly licking more firmly and getting into a rhythm. She was getting louder and louder and she came with a wail. “Emmmmmaaa…ohhh fuck…Emmmaaaahhhhh…ahhhh…ahhh…ahhh” Anyone in the corridor would be in no doubt what we were doing, and in fact kept doing for the next two hours.

I licked her to another noisy orgasm before moving up the bed until we were kissing, and she was licking her juices from my face and lips. As we did my hand was between her legs and two fingers quickly slid knuckle deep inside her. I moved them gently in and out, using a circular motion as I did so (it is something I do to myself so it seemed a good idea) and when we broke for air from another endless kiss she looked me in the eye and nodded, and I took that as my cue to escort bayan şişli work a third finger inside. I have only ever taken two and although she was squirming Kate was obviously enjoying being stretched and seemed to like me being quite rough with her, a point she proved when she was close to cumming and once more directed me to rub her clit hard, until my hand was a blur and I was putting the full force of my arm into the task before her third orgasm exploded within her.

Girls are always more tactile than boys, we hold hands and we give cuddles and kisses, so moving to this far more intimate stage was not the leap it would be if I was a boy. I think that we are often closer as friends and look to please each other in many ways, and It is something that comes naturally to us. Having taken pleasure from me it took until Kate got her breath back before with a gleeful “My turn!” she was kissing and licking her way down my body, sucking my boobs, flicking her tongue into my belly button, tracing the line of my pubic hair, licking and nibbling at my inner thighs before she slipped her tongue between the sopping wet lips of my pussy.

I closed my eyes as she finally got to work, teasing and probing, her thumbs holding me open so she could penetrate me with that darting tongue of hers causing my juices to flow like a river which she enthusiastically lapped up. It didn’t take long before I felt the familiar waves of pleasure build inside me and I came, groaning and shaking, my orgasm rolling from one peak to another as she kept up the incessant, rhythmic licking of my pussy and clit. If I thought that a boy doing it was good then this was ten times better, she seemed to know instinctively when to pause, when to go harder, when to change the angle of her attack. It was incredible, I was begging her to stop but really, I wanted it to go on forever!

I’m not sure how many times I came before I managed to drag her by the hair back up to me so I could look in her eyes as I kissed her, tasting my juice on her lips, wrapping my arms around her and feeling that wonderful feeling of satisfaction from mutual pleasure. I heard a noise in the corridor and glanced at the clock. It was now midnight, and our mothers – with, I assumed their chosen studs – were going into their room. We both stifled a giggle as we waited to hear what would happen next. It didn’t take long before we could hear Sarah groan and a bed start to squeak as she was obviously being fucked. Not hard enough though as she was soon demanding more “Harder, harder you bastard!” I heard my mother laugh and say “You dirty bitch Sarah” before there was another bed squeaking.

We were giggling by now, but it was pretty erotic nonetheless. Kate then rolled on top of me, parting my legs with hers until our hips were together. She gently moved around until her pussy was locked onto mine, her clit and mine touching. She started to grind down and move as if she was fucking me. It had the desired effect and I grabbed her tight little bum and pulled her harder against me, sparks of pleasure now shooting through my pussy as for the next 30 seconds we found the perfect angle and both came at the same time, our lips locked together to stifle any noise. Not that it would have mattered as the noise from the next room would have drowned it out anyway!

We didn’t say anything, we just lay together cuddling and touching before we drifted off to sleep, exhausted, and in my case, more sexually satisfied that I had ever been before.

In our passion we had forgotten to close the curtains in our room and were woken early by the sunshine of another beautiful day. We still had our arms locked around each other and greeted one another with blissful smiles and gentle kisses. I made us a coffee and we sat in silence, both thinking about last night I’m sure – well I certainly was. Our exertions had left me sticky from sweat and other fluids, so I said I was going to take a shower. The cubicle was quite big and once I was in, enjoying the warm water running over me, Kate opened the door and joined me.

There was nothing to say, we both knew what was going to happen and it did. We washed each other’s hair, soaped each other all over, touched and teased every part of each other before Kate, ever the aggressor, had me pinned against the wall, her fingers working up a lather in my pussy until I came to a wonderful orgasm, my shaking legs barely able to keep me upright. I then did the same to her and if it had not been for our mothers knocking on the door, I think we would have just got back into bed and stayed there all day!

After breakfast it was out to the pool as normal, everyone seemed to be quite tired as the late nights and alcohol were beginning to take their toll. Kate and I were at the end of one of the rows, a little way from the others. It was a very hot day and we were drinking plenty of soft drinks and the bar staff and waiters were coming around offering water and encouraging us to drink. I wasn’t at all surprised when Ahmed, the intriguing waiter, appeared with a jug of water and some glasses escort topkapı and knelt down in front of us. He poured us some water and put the glasses down in front of us.

Then he said “Do you remember that I said I had an idea for how you could entertain yourselves when your mothers go for their sleep in the afternoon? Well, I thought we could play a game, a sort of ‘open the box’ game. Do you know what I mean? You open a box and you don’t know if you have won a prize or it’s empty?”

I nodded, unsure exactly how that would help us.

“Well,” he said “Here are two room cards. They are for rooms 500 and 501 in the block where your German friend was. There are no numbers on them, they are master cards, each will open either room. At four thirty this afternoon I will be in one room and my friend Anil will be in the other. If you come into the room, you must do exactly as we say. I’m sure you know what that means don’t you?” His smile was a mile wide by now as he saw the looks on our faces.

“Emma, if only you want to play then either Anil or I will be disappointed. Kate, if you join in then we will both be happy. If neither of you want to play then that’s ok, you can continue to enjoy each other’s company. And don’t worry about your mothers, I have their phone numbers and call them when you are going back to your room. You didn’t think they went to sleep alone did you?”

My jaw dropped as I took in what he had said. I looked at Kate and her face had the same shock as mine. So, our mothers were having sex in the afternoon as well as at night. The guys must have a rota! Another implication was that he knew what me and Kate had been doing, he must have been outside our door at some point. More than that though, he was suggesting that we go and have sex with him or one of his friends later on!!

He had been holding the room cards in his hand, but he now put them down, one on top of the other, next to the glasses, before with a final smile and “I hope to see one of you later.” He got up and walked away without a backward glance.

I think at first, we were too stunned to talk, we just looked at each other. Then we started at the same time “He must be mad…we would never do that…we can’t…who’s Anil…the cheek…and the cheek of our mothers…he must have been outside last night.”

Then there was a pause. “We are only here two more days…it is exciting to think of…we didn’t know Jens any better than Ahmed and we went with him…I will if you will.” This last thing said almost simultaneously, both daring the other. With a grin I reached down an picked up a card before tucking it under my towel on the sunbed. Kate then did the same before we both burst out laughing, loud enough to get disapproving looks from everyone else around the pool. God, if they knew that we had just agreed to go and fuck a couple of waiters at half past four then they would have really disapproved!

We were both a bit quiet after that as the enormity of what we had agreed to do hit home. I’d had sex before with boys I had only just met (on an old sofa in the garage of a friend’s house at a party a couple of weeks before we come on holiday for instance) but they tended to be boys my age or a little older. In this case Ahmed was twice my age and if it was Anil, well who knows? Against that fear was the thought that he must have done this before with other girls as he had been so slick in arranging it. If I started to say ‘no’ and screamed, then I was sure someone would hear. I knew from listening to our mothers that the walls were paper thin. Then there was the sheer dirty excitement of doing it. Just like going up to the room with Jens, it was now or never, a chance to do something that was unlikely to come our way again.

We really didn’t talk about it again. We had lunch, dozed in the sun or cooled off in the pool and watched the clock. As normal, once the clock struck four our mothers and some of the guys disappeared – we know knew what for – leaving us alone by the pool. The time dragged agonisingly closer to four thirty. By 16:20 my heart was pounding. If Kate had said anything I would have agreed to stay where we were (I later found out that she felt the same) but at 16:25 I dragged myself unsteadily to my feet. I felt sick and dizzy, a combination of fear and excitement raging through me, my blood pounding in my head. As I took a few deep breaths, picked up the room key and straightened the towel I was also aware of the blood pounding in my pussy and I knew that I was as wet between the legs as I had ever been.

We found the lift, went to the 5th floor and stood side by side, room key in hand. I quickly bent my head and kissed Kate on the cheek, whispering “Good Luck.” As I did so. With a silent nod to each other we touched the cards to the card reader, watched the light go green, pushed down the handles and went into our separate rooms.

The curtains had been half closed but it was still plenty light enough to see the guy sitting on the bed in his boxer shorts. It wasn’t Ahmed so it must be Anil I thought as he got up and escort bayan mecidiyeköy walked towards me. “Hello Emma.” He said, his smile lighting up his face. “Glad you decided to come. I’m Anil. Ahmed is next door. Is Kate next door too?” I nodded which caused him to smile even more broadly. I looked more closely and realised that I had seen him before, working in the bar. He was about 30, dark olive skin and short close-cropped hair. He looked quite nice, certainly not repulsive by any means.

I held my hand out to shake his which even then seemed absurdly formal given that I had come to the room so he could fuck me! He laughed and took my hand anyway, holding it tight as he led me to the side of the bed. He pushed his boxers off before he sat down on the edge of the bed, his thick cock being semi hard already.

I was just standing in a daze I guess when he told me to take off my bikini. I reached behind me and unclipped my top, my tits springing free of the confines and into his waiting hands and mouth. He gently caressed them, lightly thumbing the nipples before sucking them deep into his mouth. After a few moments he broke away with a curt nod towards my bottoms and I dutifully slid them down my legs and off. His hands reached forward and were filled by my curvy bottom as he kissed my tummy and hips, circling his kisses around my pussy.

Next he eased my legs apart, making me shuffle my feet wider so that I had to put my hands on his shoulders to avoid falling. It was in this position that he began fingering my pussy, bending his head to suck my nipples as he teased and probed my most intimate part. God, I had been in the room less than five minutes and I was naked with two fingers deep inside me, on the verge of cumming with a guy I hadn’t even spoken too yet! I shut my eyes and bit my lip as he continued to pump and probe the wet hole between my legs. God, it felt dirty but in a good way and I held tight as my orgasm washed over me.

He pulled me down and I was quickly on my back. I expected – wanted – him to enter me but instead he straddled my chest and spat on my tits before wrapping them around his cock, pushing them tight as he fucked the soft flesh. I had done this a few times and although it doesn’t do a lot for me, I knew that the boys liked it. After a few strokes he let go of my tits and took my hands and placed them on the side of my boobs so I could hold them as he moved his body further forward. He had a nice cock, thick and almost black. He was clean too, no trace of sweat which was nice because he was soon pushing it against my lips.

I opened wide and his hot meat filled my mouth. He held the back of my head and almost fucked my mouth. It was not the most comfortable position for me, but I have been sucking cock for a long time and it wasn’t the first time in that position. Anyway, it didn’t last long before he was sliding down my body, spreading my legs and pushing firmly into my wet and very very willing pussy.

He started very slowly, carefully going deeper with each thrust until he was completely inside me ‘balls deep’ as the boys would say. He then began to fuck me with long strokes, almost pulling out before going all the way again. He was obviously controlling himself, making it last. I guess he didn’t get to fuck a 18yo English girl every day! Eventually he started to speed up, driving hard and deep inside me causing the bed to shake. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and thought he’d cum in me like that, but he suddenly pulled back and was half kneeling, pushing my thighs wide as he looked at his cock pumping into my pussy. I craned my neck forward until I too could see my soft brown hair, pink pussy and his almost black cock pumping in and out. It looked very erotic and my hand slipped down and I frantically rubbed my clit as he started fucking me at top speed. He started to cum but kept on going long enough to help my furious fingering bring me to another orgasm.

He collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck and shoulders as his cock began to shrink and I could feel his spunk dripping out of me. Of all the things I thought we would do on holiday this wasn’t one of them, but it had been fantastic! I thought of Kate and hoped that Ahmed had been as good as Anil had been. No doubt she would tell me all about it later when we were in bed together, a thought that brought a twitch to my pussy.

Anil’s phone, which was on the bedside table, bleeped and he reached over and picked it up. He read the message and then rolled off me, picked up his boxer shorts and went to the door. I started to say something, but he turned and put his finger to his lips as he carefully opened the door.

I could hear that the door to the room next door was opening too and as he slipped out into the corridor, a smiling Ahmed came into the room, naked with his boxers in his hand and his semi hard cock swinging as he walked towards the bed. I had swung my legs onto the floor as Anil was leaving and was now sitting on the edge of the bed. It was the perfect height for Ahmed, who stood in front of me and lifted his cock to my lips. “Your turn now Emma.” He said. I didn’t hesitate, I opened wide and sucked him into my mouth, conscious that his cock had just been fucking my best friend’s pussy. Could this get any dirtier? I sucked him for all I was worth and soon he was fully hard…well I thought he was, but he just kept getting bigger!

Meet Ava. She’s sneaking up on 30 years old. Going through a divorce. Moderately overweight. Pretty face, though. And sharp as a tack. Great career. Many men are intimidated by her beauty, her brains, and her success.

Ava and her husband started dating when she was only 17 years old. They dated during college; then, got married the summer after they graduated. He was Ava’s first and only. She’d never cheated on him, though she recently learned he had had numerous girlfriends over the last 5 years. She found out when his most recent fling showed up on her doorstep to announce she was pregnant.

Ava had done everything right. Got a college degree, started her career, got married, bought a house. And where did it get her? Divorced. Almost 30. No kids. Not even a dog. So much for the fairytale ending.

Not anymore. Ava decided she needed to get away, and she wanted to go alone. She booked a deal through Groupon for an all-inclusive beach front resort in the Gulf of Mexico. She found her passport, packed her bags, and took off for a 2 week mental health break.

The resort was gorgeous. The bottom floor was all open – no walls. The wind blew right through the lobby. There were giant fish tanks that acted as partitions for different areas of the first floor.

Her room was on the 7th floor and had a king size bed, a giant balcony, and an ocean view. Of course, she could see the pool, too. The pool was long and had various features to make it unique, including bridges, swim-up bars, and little nooks and crannies to create an interesting shape.

It was early evening when Ava checked in and got to her room. She decided to shower, change clothes, and go down to the restaurant to have dinner. After dinner, she took a seat at the bar on the first floor and ordered herself a drink or two. Ava looked around at all the people, taking it in, wondering to herself what their stories were.

“Hi. I’m Rob.” A man sat down beside her at the bar, introduced himself, and ordered himself a beer.

“I’m Ava,” she responded.

“Did you just get here?”

“Yeah, just a few hours ago, actually. You?”

“Nah, I got here several days ago. I actually leave on Sunday. So what are you here for? Business? Pleasure?”

“Pleasure? What’s that?” Ava teased. “I came down here hoping to rediscover this thing you call pleh-zure.” She moved her escort merter mouth around the word as if it was foreign to her. “Pleasure and I, we use to be close. But then, we just drifted apart. I heard a rumor that I might be able to find Pleasure down here, so here I am.”

“Oh, well I can help you with that. Look! Pleasure is right over there.” Rob pointed away from the bar. Ava smiled and turned to see what he was pointing at. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out to where some people were dancing to a live band playing local sounds.

Rob spun Ava around and made her feel like a dancing pro. Ava was smiling and laughing more than she had in months. No, years. Years? How sad. After dancing to a few songs, Ava dragged Rob back to the bar and threw herself onto the seat she’d previously occupied.

“Whew! I need a drink. I am HOT!” Ava said.

“Yes, you are” Rob replied with a suggestive look. Ava greeted his look with one of dismissal.

“What?” Rob asked. “Don’t act like you don’t get told how gorgeous you are all the time.”

Ava tipped her glass to him and held it briefly in front of her mouth while she spoke before taking a drink. “Actually,” she said, “it’s been a loooong time since I heard that.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.” Rob replied. “Where have you been living? Under a rock?”

Ava laughed to herself. “No, not a rock. A different kind of trap.” Rob looked at her confused. “A bad marriage.” She explained, shaking her head and waving her drink to signal that she didn’t want to go into the story.

“Well,” Rob said, moving himself closer to her, “you are beautiful.” He lifted her chin up to his face and kissed her.

WHOA! Ava thought to herself. Ava has always been Miss Appropriate. Miss Boundaries. Miss Vanilla. This was way out of her comfort zone. Fuck it, she thought to herself. Living that way hadn’t gotten her very far.

She grabbed a fistful of Rob’s hair and kissed him, hard. A violent make-out session ensued. She knocked over her drink on the bar, spilling it everywhere. “Hey. Get a room, guys.” The bar tender suggested, annoyed by the spill. Ava pulled away from Rob and look into his eyes, offering an invitation. She couldn’t read a response from him.

“I’ve got one” Ava said to Rob playfully. “Wanna see?”

Rob smiled a huge grin. Ava took his hand and taksim escort bayan led him to the elevator. While they were waiting for the door to open, Ava turned to Rob, gave him another hard kiss, and softly ran her hand over his crotch to assess the current situation. It showed potential.

The elevator door open and the both walked in. Ava hit the button for 7. Rather than ravishing each other in the elevator as Ava had expected to do, they stood on opposite sides, bracing themselves against the handrails, breathing hard and staring at each other with lust in their eyes.

When the doors open, Ava again grabbed Rob’s hand and led him down the hallway. Halfway there, Rob started to hesitate a little. Ava looked back and saw a confused look on his face.

“Where are we going, again?” Rob asked

“To my room” Ava replied, unsure what the problem is. A few more steps and they were there. Ava stopped by the door and motioned to it with her head.

“You’re kidding.” Rob said.

“No..” Ava took out her key and swiped it through the card reader. The light turned green and Ava opened the door. Rob laughed to himself, walked to the door immediately passed hers, took out his key, and swiped it through the card reader. The light turned green, but he didn’t open the door.

He smiled and walked back to Ava, leaning down and kissing her as soon as he could reach her. She walked backwards into her room, kissing him the whole time. The door shut behind them, and Rob kept walking her toward the bed. Once the reached it, they fell onto it together.

The rolled around and repositioned themselves. Ava crawled on top of Rob, straddling him. Through their clothes, she could feel his erection. She grinded into it while kissing him. She then sat straight up and continued to grind her pelvis against his erection. The friction felt wonderful to her and was making her incredibly wet. Rob gathered up the hem of Ava’s sundress, then ran his hands up her stomach to her large, soft breasts. He squeezed them with just enough roughness to be incredibly exotic. He sat up, kissed her, and lifted her dress over her head, then laid back down.

He watched Ava writhe in her bra and thong on top of his guarded erection. The pressure was so tight he couldn’t stand it anymore. He reached down between Ava’s legs, unbuttoned escort şirinevler his pants, and pulled them and his underwear down just enough for his erection to spring free. He then lifted Ava just a bit and with his finger, hooked the crotch of her panties and moved them over to the side. He positioned himself to line up with her, and she slid down onto him.

They both moaned. She stayed still for a moment, relishing in the fullness she felt inside her. She had never done anything like this before. She rocked slightly forward, then slightly back. She placed her hand on the front of her pelvis to apply counter pressure to where the head of Rob’s penis was applying pressure against her vaginal walls within. It felt exquisite.

The Rob lifted her up, shifted her over, and put her back down on the bed. He kicked off his pants and underwear; then, quickly removed his shirt.

He crawled between her legs. He bent them at the knee and held them up as tightly against her chest as he could so that she was almost curled into a ball. He then lined himself up, slowly massaged the outer part of her entrance with the tip of his penis, then slammed into her. He delivered one strong thrust after another, slamming the headboard into the wall. If the neighboring room had not been his own, there surely would have been complaints coming from the noise.

He lifted her legs and put one over each of his shoulders and continued to plow into her while it the same time massaging her clit. Her body tensed and contorted a bit at the hips. She held her breath. He felt her vagina tighten, as though she were trying to push him out. Then she gasped for air just as her body relaxed and a stream of juice squirted all over him and onto the bed sheets. He pumped hard a few more times than filled her with his own juices.

Rob laid on top of her, both of them sweating and panting. The stayed that way for a minute or so, not speaking, not talking. Just panting. Then, Rob went to move.

“Got a towel?” Rob asked.

“Oh shit,” Ava replied. “I’m really sorry about that. It happens sometimes. I don’t always know when it’s going to or how much it’s going to. I should have warned you that you might get sprayed.”

“And ruin my sense of accomplishment?” Rob teased. Ava seemed to relax. She was always afraid men would find her tendency to squirt disgusting.

Rob cleaned himself up, then gingerly cleaned up Ava as well. He then turned his attention to the bed. The sheets were soaked in Ava’s cum. He reached for the phone on the bedside table.

“Housekeeping? Yeah, we need the sheets changed. We, um, spilled some juice.” He smiled and winked at Ava.

Part 6: The 8 Team Enters The Porn Industry

The whole 8 team was gathered around Roger waiting for some inspiration, how to quit schooling and stay here together.

“Let’s have some attention, you can’t stop your schooling without a very good reason or your parents will get very angry and that goes for you Salenna and Craig.”

I’ll speak for Salenna as she hasn’t any parents thought Roger

“Craig get some pencils and paper and hand them around to everybody.”

Where to start thought Roger, maybe ideas would come as they went along.

“I want you to list from the top what you like doing best, what you are good at and what you would like to do in the future that would earn you a living. Don’t discuss it with anybody or we will get the same answers, take your time, and remember this is very serious”. Roger got up to get a beer and when he returned there was silence, you could hear the concentration!

He had never seen them like this before, they were always joking or laughing or taking the mickey out of each other, they must be desperate for a solution. After about half an hour they seemed to have made some sort of a list, papers were collected and they all waited in anticipation for the next step. Roger read all the sheets and made a list of his own as he was reading them.

“I don’t believe this, you weren’t discussing what you were going to write were you?” They all looked blankly at Roger

“No of course not” was the unanimous reply “Why!”

“You have all written that what you like doing best is having sex, you have all written what you excel at is fucking, then your career choice is varied from teaching to sports star etc.”

“I suppose we will have to work from these results, it’s no good trying to train you in something that you are not good at or don’t want to do.”

Craig was the first to speak “Dad you’re in the porno industry, how would the 8 team fit in, we are all over eighteen so legally that’s not a problem, what do you think?”

Roger was thinking back about a week ago when they had all left and he got pissed, he was trying to remember what he had come up with in that grog fog and this is what it was. The porno industry… the girls were all young and good looking, had big tits, toned bodies, slender figures, tallish, long hair and loved sucking and fucking.

The boys were all well built Craig and Barry were dark skinned with huge cocks, Ray with his tongue and Sean with his prowess at arse fucking just complemented the girls who also loved sucking and fucking.

“Take it easy, don’t rush or you could stuff it all up” Roger thought to himself, the idea was brilliant.

“What do the rest of you think of Craig’s idea?” Roger asked “It’s no good discussing it if you are against it.” The hands went up, cheering from everybody showed they were all in favor.

“Here is what I think we should do, we will form a company of our own and that way we will have the sole rights over distribution, reruns, and any further sales down the track. Secondly we will all learn a special field in the industry that will be useful, so we employ less people, the girls can do makeup, hairdressing, beauty therapy, camera work, producing and directing. The boys also will learn camera work, lighting, sound, still photography as well as moving photography, sets, accounting and anything else that is required. Thirdly we will all live here together and keep this a secret till we are ready to move into the business for ourselves and we will not work for other studios, it’s a big gamble but that’s the way I see it”. Roger had said his piece.

“Talk about it and see what you think, any ideas will be a great help if this is to get off the ground”.

Christy was next to speak after some discussion “We have talked about the idea and we are all behind it 100% but we are all only eighteen and need some guidance, we have no money to start with and what will we tell our parents?”

“First you will tell your parents that you have a chance to get into the movie industry, maybe become famous and don’t required any money from them, that should help convince them that leaving school is a good idea. Next you will notify the convent and the relevant institutions that you will not be continuing with your studies, after that you will move in here and work out which courses that you are going to do. I will be sole arbitrator on what goes on as I will be financing this till it gets on its feet, any slacking off or lack of enthusiasm by anybody and they will be cut and the project will fail, work hard and play hard and we will succeed”.

That was a big statement thought Rog but what the hell, they had to realize that this was the beginning of a new life. The thought that this project would fail was completely alien to Roger, if he had the choice of eight people to start a porn company he could not have picked a better crew, even if he had a choice from thousands. He was not going to let them know that YET.

The escort levent celebrations about their future went on for hours as they drank and toasted each other, hugged one another and vowed that they would put there all into the new company. Time and booze took its toll and they crawled into each other’s bodies for some goodnight sex and then sleep. The problem was solved, they were all together, and the solution was so FUCKING simple.

Morning came and they were scurrying around like ants looking up phone numbers, calling home or calling new institutions for courses, constantly searching out Roger for advice. Towards the end of the day a semblance of order was taking place as they got family approval or got places for study and even sorting out who was going to do what around the house. Having overseen the first day to a successful conclusion it was time Roger started thinking about some help for himself, he drafted an ad and rung it through to the paper, “Secretary and general help required, some knowledge of computing, accounting and a background in the film industry an advantage. The position will required initiative and some decision making, hours flexible.” He put in the phone number and called it a day.

The phone started ringing from about eight in the morning and went all day, Roger had a few standard questions that he asked them all and narrowed it down to five applicants that he would interview the next day. The team had been busy in town shopping for clothes, up till now they only wore bikinis maybe and shorts and tops, the boys’ bathers, shorts and T-shirts, the rest of the time they all spent naked around the house.

The excitement was infectious and they paraded around in their new clothes as if on a catwalk, giggling and posing for non existent cameras. This project was going to work thought Roger, they were all so enthusiastic and talented. Tomorrow, after the interviews I will have to organize transport for them all, maybe a couple of secondhand sedans at auction he said to himself.

The interviews took about an hour and Roger was down to two, who to choose? Who would be best for a job that even Roger didn’t know what it entailed, so as the old joke goes if they are equal who do you pick? Answer, the one with the biggest tits.

Her name was Brittany, she was 28 years old, had great references, not working at the moment, which meant that she could start straight away and divorced. When asked why she applied for the job she said that she was looking for something new and exciting as her life was getting stale and had no purpose.

Being divorced was one of the factors in her favor, no husband or kids meant less time off looking after them if they took ill and at her age she wouldn’t be out night clubbing till all hours and come in hung over the next morning and hopefully a little more stable. Physically she was about 5’8″ tall, blond hair done up in a french roll at the back, very slim, bushy eyebrows which were slightly hidden with her thick horn rimmed glasses. Her face was almost gaunt with high cheek bones and a fine aquiline nose and her lips were full, she wore very little makeup and her skin was flawless, she had on a gray suit with a white lace blouse underneath and this nearly hid her rather ample chest.

Brittany came across as efficient, positive and a self starter although a little shy, she had also indicated that she was not a prude and had an open mind to most topics, to sum it up she was your school head mistress.

Roger linked arms with Brittany and led her into the rec room to introduce her to the team.

“Okay, a little bit of shush, I would like to introduce Brittany to you, she will be in charge of all of us and has promised to flog anybody that steps out of line.” A lot of laughter followed, then Roger turned to Brittany,

“And this is the 8 team, the most unruly mob of teenagers you will encounter, very mature for their age and sexually precocious and are the basis of our project to be the best XXX hardcore movie house in the business”. The team hugged her and welcomed her and within an hour she was accepted.

Roger headed off to find some wheels for the team and took Brit with him, she had nothing else to do and it might be a way of getting to know her better. He bought two cars, both about 5 years old and with his BMW made three, that might have to do for the moment as the funds that he had would have to stretch to looking after eight kids, paying Brit and all incidentals.

During the day Roger and Brit talked about each others lives and her story unfolded, a few boyfriends in her teens then a steady who she married. Neither were very worldly regarding sex and he turned out to be a sadist, his idea of sex was for Brit to suck him off whenever he wanted and if it wasn’t perfect he beat her with a riding crop. The only time they had vaginal sex was when he forced his cock into her dry cunt so he could squirt.

The marriage didn’t last long escort bayan although Brita had tried her best and if that was what sex was supposed to be about she didn’t want anymore, she turned celebate and buried herself in her job.

“I’ll tell you something, with all those beatings nobody can suck cock better than me.” Brit said in a matter of fact way. Roger felt sorry for her but she wasn’t after sympathy she was just telling a chapter of her life and a new chapter was starting.

The kids had come to regard Brit as an older sister and asked advice on womanly things that Roger couldn’t provide, Roger had asked her to move in to the guest room as she had become part of the family. Brit was still trying to come to terms with the teams habits, after lectures they arrived home and peeled off their clothes and walked around naked. Sometimes if the girls had a bad day they would just lie down with their legs apart and as if by intuition one of the boys would fuck her to ease the tension. The same applied to the boys, the girls could sense if they had a hard day and would suck them till their tension was released.

When Brit lay in bed at night she came to realize that sex was to be enjoyed, to be shared with another person, both giving and receiving, not a one way street where only one person got the benefit. That was what books and songs were written about it and she had never experienced it.

A few weeks had passed, Brit was still getting around dressed like an elegant school teacher but her attitude was now a lot more liberal and she really felt for the first time that she belonged.

The girls had excelled at hair, makeup and beauty treatments and were looking for some practice, Roger suggested that they ask Brit if she would be their model. She agreed in a half hearted sort of way, so the girls took her off to the makeup room to apply their talents.

They started with her hair, it was unfurled and trimmed of split ends, next it was bleached and a rinse put through, finally a few curlers and blow dried. Her mousy blonde hair was now white blonde, the rinse taking the yellow out and it fell to her shoulders in soft waves. While this was going on Salenna had waxed Brit’s pubic and under arm hair, she was now as smooth as a babies bum around her pussy.

The face was next, eyebrows plucked to a nice rounded shape and thinned down, glasses off and in with her contacts, blusher to highlight her cheeks. The transformation was coming along nicely, blue eye shadow to highlight her big blue eyes followed by navy blue mascara, a bright red lipstick to highlight her full lips and then a dusting of irridiscent powder with silver flecks to finish her face. False fingernails were applied and painted bright red to match the lipstick.

Further down one of the girls had been busy with her tits, she had darkened the areola with eye brow pencil and painted her nipples with red food coloring, they stood out blood red asking to be sucked. Brit looked in the mirror at the transformation, the reflection was of a thousand dollar whore, I look like one and my God I feel like one she said to herself now just give me a chance to be one.

The girls paraded Brit in front of the boys for their opinion, they were flabbergasted, was this the school mistress of 2 hours ago, whistles and clapping filled the room and brought Roger at the double.

Confidence almost arrogance replaced the shy demure Brit as she walked naked for the first time in front of an audience, strutting in her 6 inch heels blowing kisses to all and sundry, her enormous breasts seen for the first time bouncing and swaying as she walked. Roger looked and got an erection, he had only ever been this affected once before when Salenna stripped in front of him, he couldn’t believe that this beauty had been under his gaze for weeks.

“Okay, who’s going to fuck this lady?” she said in a deep growl, Roger called Ray over and sent him in as the first onslaught.

The girls readied Brit on the bed as Ray’s tongue went to work, in a matter of seconds her pussy was bubbling with her cum, the tongue kept up its relentless licking, Brit’s clit was swollen and she had a feeling that something tremendous was about to happen. Her cunt muscles were contracting involuntarily, her breathing was in short pants, her whole body was glistening with perspiration and with eyes tight shut her arms were flailing around searching for a pillow, she found one and held it over her mouth.

The screams were muffled but audible as she ejaculated. Brit had her first orgasm, but before she could recover Barry was inside her slippery cunt pounding away, it felt as if an arm was inside her massaging her heart, his cock filled her completely, the orgasm continued. Sean had his cock in her mouth and for the first time she was not compelled to suck cock and she really wanted to, her expertise was world class and Sean shot down her throat, Ray followed Barry after his deposit.

Craig escort maslak straddled Brit’s body and pushed her ample tits together and titty fucked her until he came over her tits, body and face. In the space of 30 minutes the thousand dollar whore looked like a ten dollar slut that had gone 3 rounds with Mike Tyson. Her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, her mascara had run and the red lipstick was smeared all over her face, cum was running down her body from her tits and globs were splattered in her hair and her cunt was dripping like a faucet.

Roger picked Brit up and carried her to her room, the girls followed and cleaned her up with warm flannels. It was only a short time and Brit returned to reality, as her eyes opened she grabbed Roger and kissed him all over then started to cry,

“What was that?…” she asked “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, …I had to wait 28 years for that to happen?…it shore wont take that long for the next time. I love it and want to do it all the time.”

She was hugging him as the tears rolled down her cheeks. “Perhaps I can have my turn tonight” Roger whispered in her ear.

“Didn’t you get to fuck me just now?” asked Brit, “I lost count of who and where everybody was. You had better get prepared cos you are going to get the fucking of your life, and that’s a promise.”

Roger called a team meeting and threw a few suggestions in the ring “We will need to call our production company a name so we can register it, then I thought we might release a few of the tapes from the rec room of everybody fucking. Try and think of a story and we will edit the tapes to fit. Apart from the money which is running short, maybe we can gauge the 8 teams popularity before we commit big money to a production. Then we should get a free web site up with heaps of shots of the team to create interest and later to advertise our tapes and DVD’s.”

“Brit see if you can organize that as cheaply as possible, we will do it ourselves as we get to know how.” There was nothing else of importance that needed to be raised and they started to think a company name.

The evening meal was just spaghetti bolognaise but very tasty, they were getting the hang of cooking as well. That finished and the dishwasher stacked they went into the rec room, some to study others talking about the days events, Brit stretched and said she was going to bed after such a big day and waved goodnight, as she climbed the stairs she gave Roger a wink.

Roger got up and said his goodnights had a shower and was ready for bed, as he walked out of the ensuite he heard a voice say “I never break a promise” it was Brit from the bed and she was looking like a million dollars this time.

Roger did a U turn and reached into the bath cabinet, swallowed a Viagra walked over and kissed Brit as he climbed onto the bed.

“Teach me everything you know about sex, I want to learn and very fast” said Brit, “I’ve watched the girls and they seem to know everything, Salenna said that you taught them all.”

“Why don’t we find out what you know then I can help from there” said Roger.

“I only know how to suck cock,” she replied “Shall I start there? You won’t beat me if I don’t do it right, will you?”

“The days of you getting a beating are over, around here you will only receive tenderness and love, go ahead you can suck me off.”

Brit put Roger’s semi flaccid penis in her mouth and started a blow job, within seconds it was rock hard and not long after it erupted in her mouth.

Wow! What Brit had said earlier about nobody sucking cock better than her was true fact, that was the best blow job Roger had ever received bar none and as she was swallowing the last of it Roger pulled her up from his groin and gave her the most tender and gentle kiss he could muster.

Brit couldn’t believe what was happening, she was so used to being pushed aside or beaten with the riding crop that being kissed took her by surprise, as well, she actually enjoyed sucking cock and the taste of his cum.

Roger put his arms about her and held her into his chest, “normally after an ejaculation like that I would go soft but I took a tablet and it will stay hard for a few hours, so you can get on top and fuck me to your hearts content.”

Brit was dripping with her own cum so she straddled Roger and slid his cock inside herself and started a slow pumping action, she wanted orgasms like those she had this afternoon.

Her wish was soon granted as she felt herself getting flushed, then her cunt began mild contractions, so she pumped harder and faster and as she lost control of her mind, her body was dashing down the straight in a hundred meter sprint trying to reach the tape before she collapsed.

She made it, just, and the animal scream echoed round the house as her orgasm hit. Roger rolled her off and had his head between her legs lapping her clit as her orgasm was subsiding, Brit responded and commenced cumming again, this time Roger was on top fucking her deep and slow. The orgasms were coming like waves at the sea shore washing up and flowing away only to come back again and drift away again, this happened for an age until Roger couldn’t hold back any longer and came in long shuddering spurts.

Chapter 3 – Celia

Part One

…wherein bold moves are made, a heart-to-heart reveals all, and a new necklace fosters an impromptu taste-test.

Before Vicki could sputter a single word, Celia stepped forward, placed both of her trembling hands on the sides of Vicki’s face, and kissed her hard on the lips. Too stunned to think straight, Vicki’s poor mind fought through a flash storm of sensory overload that resoundingly trounced any thoughts of putting a stop to the sudden liplock. The kiss would only last five seconds, but for Vicki, whose incredible body sought out and soaked up pleasure like no other, Celia’s unexpected affection may as well have lasted hours.

Throughout the opening second of Vicki’s first kiss with another girl besides her loving mommy, whose expert tongue had recently ravished every inch of skin and had tasted every entrance of her busty daughter, the high-school senior’s brain focused on the exhilarating pressure of Celia’s soft, supple, champagne-flavored lips sliding and squishing against her own. Vicki’s small mouth went into overdrive as it instinctively produced a flood of thick, warm saliva that quickly lubricated the entirety of Celia’s lips and upper chin, and beckoned the thirsty tongue of the big-titted, double-cocked bombshell to explore further inside the buxom, beautiful teen’s ripe oral cavity in order to lick up even more of her yummy, viscous juices. Rising above the din of wet lip smacks and gooey, saliva-enhanced suction that accompanied this first meeting of the two tender pairs of female lips was an unmistakeable aching, yet satisfied moan coming from deep within Celia’s mouth, which caused the sensitive flesh of the two beauties’ wet, tingling lips to faintly vibrate against each other, shooting a mini jolt of electricity through every nerve in Vicki and Celia’s unbelievable bodies.

As the following second ticked on, the intoxicating scent of Celia’s jasmine and citrus perfume triggered a rush of memories back to the hundreds of times earlier that the soft, curvy teenager held her exquisite, older friend in long, comforting, braless hugs in the middle of Celia’s office. The spongy, bulging areola of Vicki’s magnificent tits ballooned as they swelled with blood and her smooth, delicious pussy lips began to spread and glisten as additional visions surfaced of sitting thigh-to-thigh on the edge of Celia’s desk, Vicki’s head resting on Celia’s shoulder, her friend’s signature scent encircling the both of them as her young, tan legs aimlessly brushed up and down her principal’s alabaster, silky, longer limbs while Celia’s playful, petite feet poked at and petted the buxom high-schooler’s young, suckable toes and ticklish ankles.

Vying for attention throughout the third second of the kiss was the incredible sensation of Celia’s enormous bare breasts bouncing again and again against Vicki’s huge teenage boobs, currently wrapped snug within a thin, flimsy, ready-to-rip black t-shirt that revealed every stitch of the spectacularly busty girl’s red bikini top directly underneath, which likewise struggled to contain the overflowing tits of the thin-waisted, round-bottomed high-school senior. Vicki and Celia had silently and breathlessly mashed their massive, buoyant racks together more times than either could count behind closed office doors, but for the first time, there was no chance of anyone accidentally interrupting and finding themselves faced with the lurid sight of the red-haired, curvaceous young principal warmly embracing the soft, overdeveloped body of one of her students.

Four seconds in, at around the time Celia extended her tongue from between her insatiable lips to lap up the thick strands of saliva that had quickly built up between their two slippery mouths, the growing sensations of Celia’s fully exposed and engorged nipples batting against the thick, distended tips of Vicki’s own unnaturally large and abnormally sensitive sucklers nearly drove her to her knees, since as blood continued to pump into the flustered teen’s rose-red, fleshy stalks, causing them to grow longer and plumper with every thudding heartbeat, Vicki’s poor distended nipples found that they had nowhere to expand outward to from the expansive curves of the young girl’s humongous breasts, as her mouth-filling, rippled towers were completely trapped by the restrictive dual-layers of her taut bikini top and fully stretched-out, skin-tight t-shirt. With nowhere else to go, Vicki’s rock-hard, inflamed nipples, each twitching and throbbing in luscious agony, pushed back into the soft flesh of her massive breasts, as her thumping, nerve-filled tips helplessly protruded and strained against the damned fabric that kept them at bay, cruelly egged on over and over by the flat, rubbery tips of Celia’s hard, pink, friendly nubs looking to make electrifying contact just on the other side.

However, most clear in the forefront of Vicki’s frazzled escort çapa mind throughout the entirety of the kiss, as Celia kept her hungry lips molded to the mouth of the girl young enough to be her daughter, was the sight presented just before the freshly disrobed sexbomb stepped forward to press her naked body against her startled houseguest. For reasons unknown, Celia—Vicki’s principal, her best friend, and one of the most beautiful women Vicki had ever known—had somehow kept hidden for years from her that not only did she possess one hell of a big juicy cock, but she also had two of them (two of them!) each one more perfect and mouth-watering than the other and just the right size to snake down deep into a certain high-school cutie’s tight, warm throat, and Vicki tried and failed repeatedly to ignore their thick, smooth shafts caressing her firm, uncovered tummy as they grew longer and more erect throughout Celia’s unwavering assault on her young lips. Vicki had always thought that her mother’s huge, gorgeous penis was a one-of-a-kind miracle, and since her all-night lovemaking session with her mom, where she impaled her tight young body on its wide, hard, spurting shaft over and over again in-between loud, sloppy blowjobs that always ended with her poor little throat struggling to swallow load after delicious load of her mom’s hot sticky cum, she was sure her mom’s cock was the only one for her. But now the top-heavy teen found herself making out with yet another gorgeous, huge-breasted beauty visibly intent on filling Vicki’s lithe, buxom body full of as much thick, gooey semen as it would hold.

Just when Vicki thought she would faint and fall back into the pool behind her from the unrelenting combination of stimulation and disorientation, Celia pulled her succulent lips away from the beautiful, busty high-schooler, and moved her hands down to rest on Vicki’s heaving shoulders.

“God, I’m sorry dear, I’ve…I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”

After a few deep breaths, she continued. “I…honestly thought I would never get the chance. I’m…I’m sorry if I caught you off guard.”

Vicki didn’t even know what to say or where to start or how to process the last few incredible seconds, so it all came out at once.

“What…Celia! How…I mean, why do you…and there’s…how did you…and then…but you…where did…two of them?!…the ribbons…I…Ms. Taylor!…oh…”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, dear, I’ve got you. Here, let’s sit you down and you can ask me anything you want…maybe a bit more slowly, though. God, I’ve fucked this all the way up.”

With her arm around Vicki’s shoulders, Celia led the light-headed girl to the nearest teak chaise lounge and helped her down until she was sitting comfortably on its white cushion. She quickly grabbed her discarded robe and threw it back around herself before pulling over another chair and slid it so they were facing each other, their feet almost toe to toe. Vicki’s eyes darted around, never fully committing to eye contact with Celia.

“Vicki darling, again, I’m sorry, I threw way too much at you at one time. I’m sure you have a million questions and…”

Vicki spoke in a low, raspy whisper as her right leg nervously bounced up and down. “What was all that about?”

“What was all…what about?”

“The…the kiss! Pretending to invite me to some big party! Taking off your robe to show me…you know! What is going on!? I’m kind of freaking out, Ms. Taylor…”

“Oh no, Vicki, god, please don’t call me that. I’m…I’m not your principal here. I’m just…your friend…or, god, I hope to still be, after this.”

“But…”

“Please, let me get this out. I promise you, everything will be okay, and I’ll…I’ll do my best to…hhh…well, here goes.”

Celia softly clasped her hands together.

“You’re right, I did lie about what you’d find once you got here. As you can see, there never was going to be a group of close friends attending…I, uh…I would need some close friends, first off. That’s not depressing, right? You were the only one I ever wanted over tonight. You’re probably the only person who would come over to see me…”

“…That can’t be true.”

“No, it is. I don’t…socialize very much, Vicki. Nobody calls me up to go out for drinks…there’s nobody I talk to regularly between school hours. You can’t be surprised to hear that I spend more time gabbing to you during your lunch break than anyone else in a week.”

“But…that doesn’t make any sense, Ms…sorry, Celia. You’re so pretty, you’re so easy to talk to, and I mean, your boobs are incredible, and I know for a fact that like half of the senior class has a crush on you. You could have anyone in the world!”

“Vicki…you are too kind by far, dear, but I know the truth. Nobody would want to spend a second longer with me once they…they…”

“Once they what?”

Celia mecidiyeköy escort bayan looked into her young friend’s eyes through a veil of tears that quickly began coursing down her pale cheeks.

“Once they see what a freak I am, Vicki. You saw. Nobody would want…this.” Celia gestured at the whole of her barely-covered body through gurgled sobs. “Oh yes, Miss Whoever, I would love to go out with you, oh and by the way did you know that besides these amazing tits I also have two huge cocks? Two of them! Oh, goodbye then!”

“Celia…”

“Vicki, no, it’s true. Nobody wants this mess, they’re more likely to run for the hills. No, no, listen. Look, I love my crazy body. I love to play with it, for hours on end…and there’s a lot to play with! I love to kiss and suck on whatever parts I can reach with my mouth, and I treat these curves right. But…well, you know, just before we met, I finally got the courage up to go on a real date after avoiding it for so long. I had just got a promotion, a salary increase, and shit, you know, I could do this. I met a woman, beautiful woman, from some app, and we had a fantastic evening. She was hot, I know she thought I was hot, you should have seen the cleavage I was rocking, and with a pendant necklace that hung right down between…um, sorry…and we ended up going back to her place. ‘This is where it all turns around,’ I thought.

“…yeah?”

“She slapped me. Hard. You know, when she…saw. She…thought she was being set up for some kind of prank or something. She…I haven’t exactly been on many dates since.”

“Oh my god!”

“Yeah. So that’s a thing. Confidence level, not that great.”

“Why…why haven’t you told me any of this?”

“Dear, you don’t think I wanted to? You have always been open and honest with me, and I know you would never do anything to hurt me. Almost every day as you walked into my office, I thought that that day would finally be the day I trusted the world enough to share my monstrous secret with someone else…with a friend. I knew deep in my heart that what I told you would never leave the room, and that your overwhelming kindness would raise my spirits a hundred-fold…but…but if word somehow got out at school that…Ms. Principal Celia Taylor had not even just one, but two fully-functional, and let’s be honest, oversized cocks hiding under her dresses, there is absolutely no way I could keep my job. I would be a laughingstock, Vicki. Parents would, oh god, you don’t even want to know! I’d have to leave the state! I would never see you ever again. I…I couldn’t risk it, I’m sorry.”

Vicki continued to look down at her knees, but after a few seconds slid her right foot forward a few inches so the tip of her sandal gently tapped Celia’s toes. “It’s okay. I guess I get it. But how did…”

Celia’s eyes glinted.

“How did I keep these unruly twins from making an appearance every day at school…specifically, whenever you were pressed up against me?”

“Um, well, yeah.”

“The simple answer is I’ve gotten very good at hiding my…generous additions from everyone by using comfortable straps to keep things in place. I’ve had years of practice, and I’ve got it down to a science. Comfy straps…and concentration…well, a lot of concentration. You can’t be surprised to hear that I wage a fierce mental war with my body every time your smiling face makes an appearance, and especially once you rub those magnificent nipples all over my chest…”

“Oh, um, uh…”

“No more hiding it, dear. That’s what I’m getting at, what’s what…all this…was about. Coming clean. And in the spirit of no more secrets, remember the other day when you said I could do anything I wanted to those incredible breasts of yours if I didn’t discipline you?”

“…Yes, Ms. Taylor.”

“Would you like to know what I would have done?”

Vicki audibly gulped.

“…Mmm-hmm.”

Celia reached out to hold Vicki’s hands in her own.

“Now pay attention, I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I want you to hear every word of what I’m about to say.

“O…Ok.”

“I would have slowly…carefully…undone every button of your shirt, all the way down.”

“Uh huh…”

“I would have slid my hands up between the loose fabric and your smooth, soft skin, and then I would have spread your shirt open, away from your amazing chest, leaving your huge, beautiful tits fully exposed.”

“…(gulp)…uh-huh…

“Holding one of your breasts in both of my hands, I would have raised it up to my mouth so I could place a gentle, tiny kiss at the tip of your nipple.”

“…uh-huh…”

“I would have then repeated this with your other breast, making sure my lips encircled the tops of both of your phenomenal nipples as I sweetly kissed them and ran my tongue across their enormous tips.”

The escort cihangir solitary sounds of Vicki’s heavy breathing filled the space between them.

“Having then properly introduced myself, I would have whispered to them, those enormous, incredible young tits of yours, that the smart, hilarious, charming, and extraordinary girl that they belong to? The girl with the dirtiest mouth I’ve ever known, but will be the first to tell me, with complete sincerity, that things will be okay when I feel like crap? The girl who grows more astounding and heart-stoppingly gorgeous every day I see her? The girl who I knew beyond anything else that I could trust to be my friend at all times, no matter what? I can’t get my mind off of her. All day and all night, all I can do is picture her smile, her eyes, her body. I was in love with her, and I couldn’t take not telling her one day longer.”

Tears dripped down up on Vicki’s lower arms and even more clouded her vision as the speechless highschooler looked up into the surprisingly calm whites of her best friend just across from her.

“But I couldn’t tell you then, because I had a job to do, and I was honestly still terrified of opening up. On the way home from school, though, I realized I didn’t want to live like that anymore and, Vicki dear, you deserved a grand gesture.” Celia looked down, then looked back up with a smile on her face that looked like it was about to burst into laughter. “Ta-daaaaaaah…”

Always a sucker for Celia’s irresistible smile, Vicki couldn’t help but let out a short laugh of her own, which ended up leading into a multi-second wild coughing fit that caused both girls to smile even larger at its poor timing.

“Haah…hugh…I’m okay, I’m okay.”

Their sweaty, soft hands still held tight together, Celia sat up straight.

“So that’s me, Vicki. I’m a genetic freak that nobody wants, I don’t have any friends to speak of besides the one girl I’ve completely fallen head-over-heels for, and I made the brilliant decision to dump all of this on her at one time, oh, and while completely naked. You did deserve a grand gesture, but you didn’t deserve what I gave you. I will not be surprised if you leave right now, and I will just have to deal with whatever happens between us in the future. I can only ask that if you ever considered me a friend at any point in the past, please, don’t tell anyone about…this, and well, those, and you’ll never have to speak to or see me ever again.”

A tense silence throbbed between the two.

On one side of the slick handclasp, a red-maned, huge-breasted vision of pure sex gazed teary-eyed at her curvy, nubile houseguest, sloppily wrapped only in a robe one errant body shift away from revealing two thick, creamy-white, velvety-smooth cocks that even after all that had transpired over the last few minutes, had only become harder, fatter, and even more impatient to be licked and stroked all over as their twin shafts rubbed and slid against each other and Celia’s firm, silky tummy.

Embracing her thin, delicate fingers were those of the dark-haired, top-heavy young nymph whose heavy, mouthwatering tits hypnotically rose and fell with her every breath, whose eyes shifted back and forth between the cute, fleshy nubs of Celia’s engorged nipples poking out against the fabric of her robe and the unmistakable dual bulges of her two tantalizing cocks stirring behind its loose folds, and whose mind ferociously boiled over with thoughts and wishes and what-ifs and memories and desires that kept Vicki’s bloated, well-sucked nipples stretched at their full length of just over four inches long, though still pushed deep into and enveloped by the tender flesh of her extra-squeezable, pillowy boobs.

Neither Celia nor Vicki spoke for almost thirty seconds, though neither showed signs of willing to let the other go.

Finally, just as Celia was about to speak, not knowing what she was going to actually say, Vicki raised her head to look at Celia’s face, and smiled.

“I thought that the ribbons you tied around your big, hard penises made them look super cute.”

The brightness of Celia’s smile could have melted steel.

“Oh! Um, thank you…does…does that mean I haven’t ruined everything?”

“No, of course not, Ms. Taylor. They’re, I mean, it’s a lot to take in! But…I would never, ever abandon you, or mock you, or hate you for expressing your feelings. I care about you way too much to do anything like that. I do wish you had told me about your cocks earlier though, that would have given us so much more to talk about during lunch! And, well, to be honest, I wouldn’t have minded if you had kept them unstrapped. I hate that you had to keep yourself…hidden from me.”

“I would have liked that too, dear.”

“So, um, yeah. I’m still kind of wrapping my mind around our kiss, which was kind of fantastic by the way, and finally getting to see your beautiful body, no! It’s true! Every part of it! And your feelings towards me…would…would it be okay if maybe…we just, just took some time and had that pool party I was promised?”

Celia gave Vicki’s tiny hands a hard, elated squeeze.

“Yes. Yes, absolutely. The pool is all yours, dear.”