Talking to him just isn’t enough anymore. When we talk we can get really hot. I tell him what i would do to him and he tell’s me what he’d do to me. I close my eyes and pretend he’s right there with me, touching me, kissing me, licking me, and I’m sucking,licking , and kissing him. i want to kiss his mouth and make my way down his body,licking and sucking on his nipples. While my hand moves down to hold and stroke his soft, but hot cock. Feeling him growing bigger in my hands, I move my mouth down, kissing as I go. My chin touches his cockhead, my hands move to hold, and squeeze his balls. Leaving his cock for last I move my mouth down to lick his balls, gently sucking them into my mouth. My hand is still moving up and down on his cock shaft. I hear him moaning, and his hands move into my hair, holding my head there sucking his balls. “OH GOD BAY SUCK ME, SUCK MY BALLS.” he said moving his hands thru my hair. One ball slips out and I take the other out and lick my way up the under side of his cock shaft. Once I get to his cock head and escort cengelköy slip him inside my mouth, and slide him down my throat. He held my head there for a few seconds. “AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!” he groan. I pull back and bob my head up and down, making his cock even harder. I didn’t stop till I heard him say he was going to blow his load down my throat. I suck him harder and faster, felt his cock swell and exploded, with his cum shooting down my throat. I swallow every drop of his cum. Laying back on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
I feel him leaving the bed or so I thought so until I felt his hands moving my legs apart. Opening my eyes I saw that he was still hard, and moving between my open legs. I watch as he stuck out his tongue and flip it around to show me just what he was going to do to my pussy. Slowly he lowers his head and I feel his tongue barely touch me at first, waiting for his touch was driving me crazy. So when I felt his tongue make contact again, my eskort bayan hips lifted off the bed, and I groan. His tongue slip in and one of his finger did to. I couldn’t keep still, I wanted more, and at the same time I wanted him to stop. He didn’t, he kept at it. His tongue would be there then he’d switch to his finger. Back and forth he went, I had many little orgasms. I felt his finger rubbing my asshole and slipping a finger in. All while his tongue still fucking my pussy. When he pull his finger out of my ass, I felt his tongue move toward my ass and his finger toward my pussy. He lick my asshole, while he finger fuck my pussy. I was slowly going out of my mind, I knew I was going to cum. I lost it when I felt his finger rub my clit one last time.
Laying there taking big deep breaths, trying to come back down to earth after a shattering orgasm. Moving up he places a kiss on my lips, and his hand squeezing my tit. He kisses his way down, finding my hard nipples. I felt his tongue touch my nipple, drawing escort hadımköy it in his mouth sucking and licking it at the same time. He move his hand down slowly caressing me till he found my hot, wet pussy. His hand left my body and I felt something big rub my leg, then my inner thigh moving up. His mouth switch to my other nipple. Then I felt his cock head touching my pussy entrance, My hips lifted and his cock move in a little. Thinking that he wasn’t gong to put it in I left again and his cockhead push in, leaving 3/4 ‘s of his hard cock still outside. I groan for him to fuck me, to the point of begging him to buried his cock deep inside of me. He brought up his knees and his hands grab my ass and lifted me up to meet his thrust, oh god I cried out to him, feeling every inch of his 7 inches buried inside my wet pussy. I felt him pull out and push into my ass. Back and forth he went. Finely after about 10 minutes of his cock fucking my ass and pussy I felt his cock swell and explode while he was up my ass. Falling on top of me he kiss me and whispers that the night is still young and just give him time to catch his breath and we would go at it again. And god help me, we did he fuck me all night long and into the next morning. As he was leaving that morning he told me to keep the back door open he’d be back when he got off work at 2:30 am.

I sat silently, in the corner of our bedroom, as I watched my wife snuggle up against her lover. He laid flat on his back, totally naked. She curled up against his muscled body and began to rub her long, slender fingers across his chest. His head turned towards her face. In response, his mouth was met by her awaiting lips. She moved her hand and placed it on his face and drew it closer so that their lips would meet without effort. I watched her tongue dart between his lips. Soon, they were in a deep, passionate kiss, totally oblivious to me and my growing erection. In the semi-darkness, I reached down between my legs and began to slowly rub my growing cock. Their hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Hers, traced his muscled chest, while his cupped her lingerie covered, perky breasts. Things began to heat up, as I flashed back to how this all came to be.

This was becoming a new normal for me. Liz and I had known each other since we were babies. Like many close friends, our relationship had turned romantic as we hit our teen years. During high school, we dated on and off. No matter how often we broke up, we would soon find ourselves back together again. As college approached, we found ourselves at the same school. We became roommates and our relationship finally became permanent. After we graduated, we got married, but I our marriage had a secret arrangement.

While we were in high school, Liz had an insatiable sex drive. Quite honestly, I couldn’t keep up. She would want to fuck before school, after school and even while I was at my after-school job. She was always up for the craziest and strangest sex. We did everything you can imagine. We tried anal, bondage, pissing on each other, threesomes, denial and at one point I wore a cock cage for a few weeks while she teased the shit out of me. I just couldn’t keep up with her constant need for sex. This desperate need, caused many of our break ups. During our break ups, she would fuck as many guys as she could. This would always make me jealous and she knew it. I would always beg her to come back to me and the sex would return to where we left off. She finally professed her undying love for me and told me that she wanted to be with me forever. Her only complaint about our relationship was my sex drive did not match hers. She said she could get passed that, but I knew she could not. By the time we went to college, we had come to an arrangement we could both live with. I got to be with the absolutely hottest woman, that I adored, and she got to have a fuck buddy to fill her insatiable sexual desires, when I couldn’t perform.

At first, our new arrangement seemed strange. We would fuck like rabbits for weeks, then my cock would just finally give up. She would take that as her sign to visit her fuck buddy and wear his cock out for a while. She knew that it usually took me a week or so to get my sex drive back. During that week, she would sleep with one of the guys that she met freshman year in her English class. He was a muscle-bound knuckle head with a big cock. He fancied himself a real ladies’ man and wanted no commitment to any woman. It was all sex to him and not much more. This arrangement fit our needs perfectly. The funny thing is, he thought that Liz was cheating on me, with him. Every time he’d see me, he would just smile and shake his head as if to say he had stolen something from me. Little did he know, he was being used as a tool and nothing more.

Senior year of college, Liz and I got engaged and after graduation, got married. Before we tied the knot, we set some rules we could both live with. The first was, she was my wife and sex with each other trumped sex with others. Second, during my sexual down time, she could fuck anyone she wanted. Her fuck sessions needed to be at home, when I was at the house. I did not need to watch, I just needed to be there and know she was safe. She loved that and told me that she had always wanted me close by while she made love to her other partners. She said that she had always loved me and that looking into my eyes while she fucked someone was her ultimate fantasy. She shyly admitted that she would cum just thinking about looking at me while she fucked other guys. Her one demand was that her lovers could only fuck her bareback. She hated the feeling of condoms and loved the feeling of a mans warm cum flowing inside her. I reluctantly agreed and asked that she only fuck men she knew were clean and that she stayed on birth control. We both agreed to this and began our married life together.

Today was our third anniversary. As it turned out my sex drive was totally gone. For the last few weeks, we have been having sex almost twice a day. Most mornings, I’d wake up to Liz slipping my morning wood into her dripping pussy. It was a hell of a way to wake up and usually it didn’t take long for me to pop one off, deep inside her. As I shoot my load into her, she usually grinds her clit as hard as she can, into me, until I feel her pussy grab my cock and pulse out a rocking escort mahmutbey orgasm. Before bed each evening, she teases me with her tight bubble butt and begs me to take her from behind. She loves when I pound her ass hard. We had spent weeks fucking like teenagers but now my balls were empty and my cock was sore.

A few days earlier, I told her that I was totally spent and doubted that I could to give her the fucking she so dearly wanted on our anniversary. When I told her this, I was met with a big pouty lip. She sadly said that she desperately wanted hot, hard, anniversary sex and that she had purchased some new lingerie for the occasion. I felt really stupid and bad. I told her that I was sorry. She seemed depressed and didn’t say much the rest of the evening. Right before bed, she told me that she had asked her lover to fuck her on our anniversary and that I was going to watch. She said that this was my gift to her. She was going to have her hard sex on our anniversary, with or without me. My heart skipped a beat, but I agreed.

However, there was one catch. She insisted that I sit in the comfy chair, by the bed and watch. My heart almost beat from my chest. I had never seen my wife fuck her lovers before. I had always been close by, but never there in the room. To my surprise, my cock began to get hard. Liz put one hand on my chest and one down my pants as she kissed me. Her long fingers gripped my growing cock as the other hand acted like a human EKG. She pulled back and giggled and told me that she wasn’t surprised I got excited at the thought. She said she had always thought that I had wanted to watch and even participate. She then said that she had a gift for me and that she would surprise me with it after her lover left. I was intrigued and anxious to see what she had gotten me.

The night of our anniversary, we went out for a nice dinner. All night, Liz teased me. She wore an amazingly tight dress, with some fuck me pumps that made her legs and ass really pop. At dinner, she slipped her foot out of her heel and rubber my cock with the sole of her foot, from beneath the table. The night was starting out pretty hot. As we returned home, she asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to fuck her. I told her that I desperately wanted to fuck her, but I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to go all the way, my cock just ached from overuse. She slyly smiled and grabbed her phone and sent a short text. She stripped out of her dress and revealed her new bra and panties. The bra was snow white in color, was totally seamless and very smooth. It looked like it was painted on her. Her panties were thong style and matched perfectly with her bra. She was a beautiful sight to behold.

As she strutted around in front of me, the doorbell rang. She turned to me and told me to go upstairs and get undressed. Liz then told me to put on a condom and then go sit in the chair and be totally quiet at all times. Just like a dog, I ran off and did as I was told. Almost immediately, I heard Liz open the front door. She greeted her guest and asked him if he wanted something to drink. He said he did and I heard them move off into the kitchen. I quickly threw my clothes off and fished in the nightstand for a condom. We never used them usually, so the package seemed old and brittle. I tore it open to find the little rubber disk waiting for me. I fiddled with it a bit as I tried to roll it down my semi-rigid shaft. Finally, it was on and I sat down in the chair and waited in the semi-darkness.

About ten minutes passed before a figure appeared in the door. It was him. Her lover had entered our bedroom. He did not acknowledge me and instead stripped off his clothes. He then pulled back the sheets and crawled into our bed. A moment later, Liz came in and made her way over the bed and climbed in next to him. It then struck me, my wife had just crawled into our marital bed with her lover. On our third anniversary, my wife was being taken by another man, while I watched, because I was unable to perform my husbandly duties.

As my mind came back to the scene unfolding in front of me, I focused on the two of them. After they passionately kissed each other, Liz climbed atop her lover and straddled his groin. She slowly stroked his impressive cock in an effort to make it rock hard. My wife then sat up as high as she could and pulled the thong to the side and began to rub the tip of his impressive tool on her wet pussy lips. Her lover moaned loudly. Liz smiled broadly and slowly impaled herself on his shaft. Again, he moaned in pleasure. She then placed her hands on her ankles and began to ride him, like a horse on a gentle trot. The room began to fill with the sound of her ass slapping down on his legs as she purred like a kitten. His strong hands grasped her tiny waist and he began to thrust himself upwards with each bounce. Liz threw her head back as she increased her rhythm. Her lover expressed how good she looked on his cock and how eskort beautiful she was. This only encouraged her to ride him harder.

Her lover moved his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them tightly. My wife moaned with pleasure at his touch. Her left hand moved down behind her back and began to massage his balls as she rode his hard stick. Every once in a while, I caught a glimpse of her wedding ring, as the diamond caught the soft light from the hallway. The ring I had given her as a sign of my commitment and devotion to her, was now touching another man’s balls. My heart raced at the thought. It seemed so very wrong, yet in some strange way, right. Liz was getting what she wanted, what she needed on our anniversary. Something that I knew I couldn’t do to either of our satisfaction.

Her massaging was working. Her lover began to get rougher with her. I could see that he was beginning to get into a sexual frenzy. Liz sensed that too and began riding him harder. She took the first two fingers on her right hand and slipped them into his mouth. This excited him. She pulled them out to the edge of his lips, at which point, his tongue began to dance on them as if he was licking her clit. She let out a very satisfied growl and began to ride him at a full gallop.

Liz’s breathing became louder and heavier as did her lovers. Like a Vegas poker shark, Liz had her “tells”. She could not hide her build up to orgasm. No, it was obvious to anyone when she was about to pop. She grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them hard. Liz then bit her bottom lip as she threw her head as far back as she could. Then, she slammed herself down hard on his massive tool and let out a scream. She flung herself forward and fell on top of him in an effort to shove his cock inside her as deeply as possible. She ground her pussy hard into his groin. Her hands grabbed his head and she shoved her tongue down his throat, almost gagging him. All the while, her body shook as if it was in an earthquake. It was a sight to see. Surprisingly, her lover did not explode at the same time. No, instead he forced his manhood as deeply as he could inside of her and just allowed her to orgasm herself to ecstasy.

The whole scene was very erotic. To my amazement, my rubber clad cock was rock hard and standing at full attention. Liz had told me to wear a condom just in case I got hard and had an orgasm. She did not want me to make a mess on the comfy chair, I was sitting on. When she asked, I was sure that I was not going to come, fuck, I wasn’t even sure I would get it up. However, not only was I erect, my heart was racing like when I had sex with Liz. Without realizing it, I had been jerking my cock off pretty hard. I was actually pretty close to coming.

After a few minutes, Liz began to come down from her orgasmic high. She continued to kiss her lover intensely. Her passion made my heart beat even harder. She wasn’t just fucking her lover, no, she was making love to him. My body began to shiver slightly, not from cold but from the intensity of what I was seeing. After what seemed like forever, she slowly climbed off of him. She slid down between his legs and grabbed his cock with her left hand and guided it towards her sexy lips. His cock glistened with her juices. Slowly, she began to lick the shaft clean. It was incredibly sensual. Her lovers cock twitched with each lick. All the while, she looked deeply into his eyes. Her lover took her head into his strong hands and began guiding it up and down his shaft. Liz had no gag reflex and easily took his long cock across her warm, wet tongue and down into her throat. Her lover reacted with amazement. I watched intently as my wife sucked off another man, in our bed. Once again, my right hand was flying across my rigid pole.

Just before her lover was about to unload into her throat, she removed his cock from her mouth and gave him a sultry smile.

As she did, she spun around on the bed and looked back over her shoulder. Liz looked into his eyes and told him that she wanted him to fuck her hard from behind. She wanted him to “take” her, “use” her, like a cheap whore. Her lover sprang up off the bed and immediately positioned himself behind her perky ass. The sound of a hard slap rang through the bedroom. She howled in delight. He told her that she was fucking whore that needed to be put in her place. She responded with “take my ass Daddy”.

He slapped her ass hard again and impaled his weapon deep inside her. He shoved her face into the bed with one hand and grabbed her long hair with the other. Her lover then pounded her ass deeply and without mercy. Liz reacted with screams of YES, YES. Her lover then placed his hand on the small of her back and asked her if she was a slutty whore. She responded with a loud YES. As she did, he slid his large thumb deep inside her asshole. Liz let out a surprised yelp, a scream of FUCK, then began to shake violently. Her lover looked down at her and told her to cum for him. To escort sultangazi my amazement, she did just that. Her body convulsed as if she was having a seizure. Her knees gave out, but she did not collapse to the bed, as her lover was holding her quivering body up with his hard cock and his thumb deep inside her ass.

I had never seen Liz come like this before. She seemed to be in a trance, unable to breathe normally or even have control of her body. She trembled uncontrollably for quite some time. Finally, her lover could not hold her up any longer. He lowered her spent body down to the bed and pummeled her pussy into submission. Our bed screamed and creaked like never before. Never, had sex been that severe in that bed. I was afraid it was just going to break apart and crash to the floor. Their love making did not resemble ours. Ours was slow, gentle and simple. Theirs was raw, passionate and brutal.

Liz’s amazing lover finally stopped plowing her ass long enough to ask her a question. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face up from the mattress and asked her what a little whore like her wanted. Breathlessly, she responded by telling him that she wanted his hot cum deep inside her womb. She then told him that she wanted him to “plant his seed” inside her. I nearly shit myself when I heard her say that. Cum inside me was one thing, but plant his seed, this comment brought it to a whole new level. Her lover laughed sinisterly and began to bang her ass hard again. He once again used her hair as a handle and jerked her head back hard. He then demanded that she tell him what she wanted, over and over again. She told him she wanted his seed inside her womb. He demanded that she say it louder. She said it again, this time much louder. Again, he demanded she continue. Soon, our bedroom echoed with the sounds of intense fucking and screams of “I want your seed in my womb”.

Her demands for his seed were rewarded as he blasted load after load of cum deep inside my wife. As he did, Liz slid off into another crushing orgasm. Her lover howled like a wolf, as he filled Liz’s womb with his potent seed. Liz screamed in a way I had never heard before. Her lover’s body was glistening in sweat and hard as a rock. He looked like a Greek god, with his sacrifice laying before him. My wife was that sacrifice, laying spent, in front of him with his sperm injected deep inside her. The room was filled with the smell of sex, sweat and cum. As he finished taking his prize, he fell down on top of her. They laid there together in our marital bed for about an hour before he finally removed his now flaccid cock from her pussy.

The sight of their mutual orgasm nearly sent me over the edge. I forced myself to release my grip from my cock and grab the arms of the chair. I desperately wanted to save my potential orgasm for Liz. My body trembled in a way it never had. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. It bounced up and down with each heart beat. I felt like I was going to pass out.

Liz’s lover flipped her over and kissed her as he crawled out of our bed. She reached over and grabbed my pillow and propped it up under her butt so that his cum would not leak out onto the bed. Her lover picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed. Liz turned to me and asked me to join her in bed. I stood up and revealed my raging hard-on. She smiled broadly. As I crawled into bed next to her, she whispered to me that she needed some birth control. I didn’t know what she meant. She told me that she really did need some birth control. She then explained that she had wanted to get pregnant and had thought that we would have sex on our anniversary. She had stopped taking her birth control three months ago in anticipation.

I sat straight up in shock. She slyly smiled and pointed down to her freshly fucked pussy and again said she REALLY needed some birth control. Her hand grabbed the hair on the top of my head and guided my mouth to her gaping pussy. She told me that I needed to get busy and shoved my face into her sloppy hole. I nearly passed out as her lovers cum slid into my mouth. My body shook violently. Liz flipped me over on the bed and straddled my face with her pussy. Her lovers hot seed slowly slid out and into my mouth. She told me to suck hard, as she could still feel his warmth deep inside her. I grabbed her ass and sucked as hard as I could. I didn’t want another mans sperm attacking my wife’s eggs. The thought of another man’s baby growing inside my wife’s womb, was overwhelming. I was cleaning up her lovers’ mess without even thinking about it. I had never had any desire to do it, yet I was cleaning her pussy with zeal.

As her lover stepped from the bathroom, my sucking and darting tongue, set her off on a gentle rolling orgasm. He walked over to the bed and kissed her as she rode the waves. She moaned with pleasure. Her lover told her good night and then looked down to see my face totally covered with his messy gift. He smiled then looked to my crotch and laughed. He pointed to my cock and smiled and left. Liz looked down at my cock to discover that the tip of my condom was full of cum. My balls had released their contents without me even realizing. I had gotten so excited that I had filled the tip of the condom up without ever felling that I had an orgasm.

I met him in a bar… It was two years ago now. I’d just started my new job in New Zealand, a few of my work friends decided we should go out for our Saturday night. We went down to the local pub, and sat, chatting and drinking- there was a game of rugby and heaps of young guys sat around drinking and yelling, celebrating each point. I wasn’t so interested in them though, I’d had young boyfriends before and they all ended up annoying me after a few months so I simply watched as one by one the other girls paired off, and I was left sitting, sipping my drink and gazing at the screen.

Later on that night a group of guys, they were probably all mid thirties; they looked like business men came in and sat at the bar near me. I didn’t pay much attention at first but when I looked up, I realised one of them had his eyes pinned right on me, he didn’t look away when I caught him; he was staring at my breasts. I blushed violet red and stood up, making for the restroom. God I was wet… he was so… self assured? I didn’t know any boys or men who would so openly stare and appreciate my assets like that.

When I returned they hadn’t moved, I ordered another drink and wasn’t all that surprised when I felt a presence behind me offering to pay on my behalf. I smiled politely and offered the seat, I realise now, he would have sat even if I hadn’t have offered.

He was polite, he asked my name what I did, and of course his smile grew wider when he heard my accent. He confessed he’d always loved the Australian accent. I gazed across at his friends, they seemed to be continually gazing at us, but I didn’t think a lot of it, they were jealous that he was chatting me up, and I didn’t particularly care. After a while he asked for my number, and I gave it to him, he was sweet, and the fact he didn’t seem to want to get into my pants had surprised me enough to give him a chance.

After we parted I met up with the girls and we sat chatting and drinking, the boys weren’t that bad after all. When I decided it was time to go I made my way outside to find a cab, I’d originally come with the girls but they would all be going home with partners and I didn’t want to be a trouble. He had followed me, I was a little surprised he was still there but when he offered me a lift I was sceptical. What was he really after? After stating that I wasn’t going to sleep with him and would scream murder if he even thought of trying something I accepted, much to his amusement.

His car was nice, fast and red, I could tell he had a bit of money, but he didn’t act like it. He was sweet and funny, charming. He would look over and smile at me, made a few jokes and laughed at my own. When he pulled up to my apartment I planted a kiss on his cheek and he caught my jaw and kissed me. I couldn’t particularly say it any other way as it was just that, he kissed me and didn’t allow room for any protest. He tasted good, like scotch and musk.

I was left, heart pounding sitting in his passenger seat, with soaked panties and a heart thundering. When I got out of the car he did too. He smiled at me, as though he knew every one of my dirty secrets, and when his arms wrapped around me I sighed and accepted the second kiss, even parting my lips and pressing my tongue back to his own. His hands were warm, gentle and after a while he patted my ass and pointed me towards the apartment, it was small, tiny really and as he pointed at it I was reluctant to go inside. “I’ll call you” He murmured and I smiled.

“Bye” were my only words. I walked, wobbly legged upstairs and collapsed into bed, hand in my panties I came and drifted into a dreamy sleep. I hadn’t heard anything in a few days, and had begun to forget about the mystery man when, while at work a delivery arrived. A huge bunch of flowers with an invitation to dinner, my heart melted. When he called that afternoon I gushed and accepted, I didn’t even ask how he knew where I worked. Perhaps he’d asked one of the girls in the bar- needless to say it was extremely romantic.

I didn’t know what to wear, I was so nervous, and yet, I didn’t understand why I would be, he was the one who’d made a move, he liked the way I looked, and I knew already he loved my large breasts. So I made sure I picked something with a dipping neckline. A red dress, which showed plenty of cleavage swept up in a black lace bra. When the doorbell rung I almost ran to answer it, but calmed myself and allowed him inside while I “finished up”. To be honest I’d been waiting for half an hour before he’d even arrived.

He took me to a small restaurant on the other side of town. The conversation didn’t ease up, I’d catch him sneaking glances at my cleavage but didn’t pull him up on it, he held my hand and paid and walked me to the car where he swept me close and kissed me deeply. I melted again, blushing as his fingers swept up and pressed into the side of my left breast. He gazed into my eyes and I pulled back a little, embarrassed that he would touch me like that in public. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t want you…” he whispered to me and I looked away, still embarrassed, still so young, naive. He pulled my eyes back so that I was gazing escort sefaköy up at him and he kissed me sweetly before stroking my cheek and kissing my forehead, he hugged me again and winked, opening the car door and helping me back inside.

I didn’t ask him where we were going, I already knew. I simply gazed at the change of landscape, the open road and wider spaces calmed my nerves, for the first time, things were quiet between us. His hand had rest against my thigh and then taken my own fingers, he kept looking across at me, as though he was deep in thought. I stayed silent, I was too nervous to say anything, I felt like I might squeak if I even tried.

He pulled into his house, and inside the garage looked across at me before smiling, I couldn’t help it- I grinned right back. He opened the door and helped me out, I’d never had a man do that for me, he insisted on it. I felt like a princess as he guided me inside and kissing my shoulder he took my coat and showed me to his kitchen. He pulled out two glasses and filled them with wine before handing one to me and again guiding me towards the lounge.

As we sat he pulled me in, against him and kissed me gently, stroking my neck, shoulders and down, even gently stroking my breasts on the outside of my dress, I would go quiet when he did this, and he would smile again, as though he knew every single secret within body. When he pulled me onto his lap I murmured a small protest, he stopped and gazed into my eyes. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, ok?” He spoke gently, and I realised he knew, that I was a virgin, and that he didn’t care, that he would be gentle and would listen to me. I nodded, I’d always felt uncomfortable about myself.

As he pulled off my dress he began to kiss me, all over, I blushed but he kept kissing, until I thought I might die. It got worse, he pulled off my panties and bra next. My cheeks must have been bright red by now, as he gazed down at me I cleared my throat and I thought I might try and crawl into a hole and die. He made me look at him again and I began to relax. His fingers wandered over my body, down, and he took my breasts, stroked them, kissed licked and sucked them. I could tell he adored them, but it wasn’t until his fingers wandered down, and he began to stroke my soaked clit that I completely relaxed. He made me cum and watched as I panted, and gasped beneath him. He had this look of complete, triumph. It made me want to laugh, but instead I sat up and kissed him.

My fingers began to pick at his own clothes. I wanted to see him now, and he allowed me to explore. I kissed his neck, down, over his chest and nipples and ended laying with my head cradled in his lap. He lifted for his pants, I was surprised to find him mostly hard already, my fingers wrapped around his impressive cock. I couldn’t imagine any of my ex boyfriends with such a beautiful cock.

He sighed as I stroked up, and gazing up he had relaxed back, he wasn’t even watching what I was doing, He didn’t care. He just enjoyed my gentle eager exploration. I’d watched so much porn in my life I was sure I would know what to do. But now, with his hands in my hair and his hips lifting up I felt out of my depth. My heart began to race as my cheeks flushed and his cock rubbed against my lips, I kissed it but whimpered. His eyes parted quickly, and in a flash he’d let go of my hair and cradled my cheek in his fingers. His eyes were tender, I parted my lips and sucked him, even though he’d began to protest the action. His groan was impressive. I must have done something right because he was arching and bucking in rhythm with my small, but attentive sucks. My fingers entertained the bottom of his length while my mouth adjusted to the feel of sucking and licking a hard cock.

He lay back, it felt like I’d been sucking for hours when he finally pulled back, his chest was raising a little quicker now and he raised an eyebrow at me, asking if I was determined to make him cum or if I’d let him touch me again. I blushed and climbed into his lap. I think he liked that. That I was so new, so- well, innocent may not be the right word- but, untouched. He sat me back and handed me my wine, I took a few more sips and we kissed. He wasn’t rushing, he was just relaxed, it made me so happy I just gazed across at him.

He began to ask me what I’d done, sexually, he wanted to be sure. I answered quietly at first, but when he got closer and pulled me onto his lap I giggled and sighed. He kissed me and I relaxed once more. He leant up and pressed his lips to my ear, asking if I was on birth control… I said yes. He asked if I wanted him to wear a condom… I shivered as his cock began to rub between my legs. I thought I might go crazy if he had to go and find one so I said no. I thought later I was stupid to have, but. I felt as though I could trust him, especially as he’d been so good to me already. When he relaxed back and pulled me up, positioning me above him he sighed.

“It will hurt, but, tell me when you’re ready, I won’t go before then.” I nodded, and, as I was already so wet he slipped inside escort bayan of me, deep, hard and fast. I felt the searing pain at first, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. When we levelled he kissed me deeply, and stroked me, down he began to rub my clit and I shivered. How had he known that I loved that? I groaned when he lifted back a little, and gently filled me once more, it was only an inch but it felt- even more amazing than I’d imagined.

When he knew I was ready he rolled me so I was laying on the couch, and he knelt up, and began to fuck me. It was amazing, perfect. He would lean down and kiss me, and then lean up to fuck me hard, massaging my breasts, he never hurt me, not this time. He was sweet, caring… he made me cum and cum, he reached over to the table and pulled out a small vibrator, pressing it to my clit he continued to fuck me. I was panting and sweating, he pressed it to my ass and I groaned, parted my legs some more, wiggling it in he smiled and then came deep inside me. He lay against me. I love it, the feel of his heavy warmth on my skin. It took my breath away and I wrapped my arms around him. When I opened my eyes again he was sitting up, stroking my breasts. He picked me up and walked me to the shower, he kissed me, washed me, my hair and held me close. I fell asleep on his chest in his magnificent bed.

The next morning we fucked again, he rolled me over and took me without any foreplay, he’d felt how wet I was already for him and decided we didn’t need to waste the time. After breakfast he ate me, and I sucked him. He rewarded my efforts with a mouth full of cum and then, he drove me home. He came up inside again and we lay on the couch, chatting quietly and kissing.

When he left I walked around in a daze, and again, for the rest of the next days at work. I’d call him whenever I got a chance, my shifts were awkward. I wanted to see him again and I told him that, I could almost hear the smile in his voice when I told him that. And the depth of his voice grew when I told him I wanted to feel him again. He drove over at midnight and fucked me to sleep. I didn’t know how long we’d been going for, I didn’t care. When I woke up there was a note on his pillow with some flowers apologising as he’d had to go to work.

We continued like that for months, we’d go out when we were both free, he’d sleep over, or I’d sleep over with him. The sex was amazing. A mixture of hard deep fucking and gentle love making. He’d captured my heart. And everyone knew, they could see the change, I was truly happy for the first time in my life. Even my mother knew it, and she was across the ocean.

One night when I was laying in his bed, gazing into space, his chest rising and falling gently he asked me if I wanted to move in. It shocked me, especially considering I knew he wasn’t the kind of person to settle down. I’d learnt so much about him, he liked his space, his own home. But, it made me so happy. So… of course I said yes, and moved most of my things in. He’d insisted I kept my own place close to the hospital in case I needed somewhere to crash. Later I realised how smart this was, it was useful, for both of us, especially if I finished late and had to start early. And really, our times were so different, I would be in and out, and he liked his routine. It gave him plenty of time to enjoy his peace and quiet, and when I was home, it gave us plenty more time to be together.

About a year into our relationship I noticed things began to change. I wasn’t upset about it though. He still loved me, and I him. We still talked more than ever, but it changed subtly. Where before he would kiss me, stroke me and get me entirely ready to fuck he stopped. Instead he would often roll me over in the middle of the night and fuck me. I would reach out, grab the headboard and groan, scream for him. He loved it when I did that, and I loved him doing it to me.

I guess the age difference had always made our relationship a little different. He mentored me through hard times at work, he listened and advised me about my parents. He was dominant, and I submissive. I knew that, he knew that but we never really spoke it. Not until one night. He had come home early, when I got home from work I was tired, and in a bad mood. I didn’t particularly know what had put it into me but when he came up behind me and kissed my neck I pushed him away. I instantly changed my mind of course. I shouldn’t have done it and turned towards him, reaching out towards him, he gazed down at me with a hard expression. I apologised, quickly and profusely and pulled him closer, he entertained it and wrapped his fingers in my hair, I leant up and kissed him sweetly, softly.

When he stepped away I was confused. He’d always given me sex whenever I wanted it… and now I realise I wanted it a lot more than other girls did. I gazed at him, my heart pounded. I thought that maybe this was it, maybe he was sick of me and didn’t want me anymore. But he smiled as he saw the worry in my eyes. He took my hand and pulled me to the couch we’d first made love on.

He pulled me into him and whispered his love, and then escort atakent began to explain how he thought we should explore something new. That perhaps, what I really needed was to be dominated. Of course I’d seen the videos, girls being whipped and paddled into complete slavery, screaming out their pain and then being fucked like animals. I recoiled, I didn’t want that. But he kept at it, explaining that it would be different. That he wouldn’t be my master, but my lover… who sometimes dominated me for our mutual enjoyment. That at any time I could tell him I’d had enough and he’d stop, but that I had to trust him to know when I’d had enough.

I was unsure. But I’d always trusted him, he’d shown me that I could. Even though he was busy he always made time to be there for me. And he’d never hurt me before. (Well.. apart from the first time he fucked my ass.. but that’s another story all in itself….). So, I agreed, to at least give it a try, I promised I would do it but if I didn’t enjoy it that I would tell him. He kissed me so passionately, I smiled. I’d made him happy.

It was simple at first, that night he lay me in his lap and stroked my hair, watching his own tv and drinking his wine. I didn’t say much, answered when he asked things, but I wasn’t game to test the boundaries. When it was time for bed he placed me on my hands and knees and instructed I follow him into bed. But we didn’t go to our bedroom, we went to one of the spare rooms at the back of the house. We never used this one. I was surprised when he opened the door and I saw the large bed, there were sheets and blankets, but it had chains hooked to it. I hadn’t been in the room for weeks. He must have been planning it.

He’d even decked it out with tables of vibes and dildos. There were even some different costumes hanging up. My eyes were wide, I must have looked bewildered. He laughed softly and pulled me up, and let me walk around. He instructed me to choose two things I most wanted to try out. It took me half an hour to find two… but two things caught my eye the most. There was a costume, it was a naughty school girl. The skirt ruffled, the top tied around breasts. And a leather paddle. I was amazed, we’d never done anything like this before…

He instructed me to change, and I did. I felt naughty already, and, I’d left off the panties per his request. My pussy was soaked. The role seemed to flow so easily. He took on that of a principal, and I, the naughty little girl. He bent me over his lap, and exposing my ass told me what a bad girl I was for wearing no panties. The leather paddle came down on my ass with hard whacks. But, what amazed me was that I loved it. I would complain every now and then when he hit hard, but I knew my juices were dripping slowly from my pussy down the inside of my thighs. I really felt naughty.

He slowed up and put the paddle away, humming as he rubbed his fingers across my ass. I played the part, telling him it was wrong to touch me like that. But he didn’t care. He hissed and smacked my ass, told me he could do whatever he wanted and shoved two fingers into my dripping cunt. He called it that, cunt, for the first time. He hissed and fingered me until I was spilling my juices all over his hand. I gasped as he almost brought me to orgasm, and then pulled his fingers away. I groaned as he did, why had he stopped?

I bit my lip and whined for more. But he picked me up and placed me onto the bed. Leather fluffy cuffs wrapped around my ankles and wrists. He placed a foam triangle beneath me, angling my hips upwards and he placed a blindfold over my eyes. I whimpered, he told me for now he would leave my lips untouched, and, in a serious tone he told me to say the word Alligator if I really wanted him to stop. Later he would teach me how to signal for him, how to use green yellow and red to let him know how far he could take things.

For that night I was his slut. He fucked my cunt… He even fucked my ass, while he called me his slut, his dirty little cunt… he was a different man, and I loved it. I knew it was the dominant speaking, because we were in this room and not our bedroom. When he fucked me here, I could expect the dirty names, I enjoyed them, I moaned them for him, I begged him to orgasm, and he left me panting and wanting more. Then, when we were done he would untie me, take me to our bedroom and shower with me, we would climb into bed, sometimes we would make love, others we would fall asleep and fuck in the morning.

I loved this new part in our lives. I realised, that, he knew that it was what I needed the very first time we met, and I knew that he didn’t bring it up because I was too insecure to accept it. We would sometimes go two weeks without using the room. Sometimes, we wouldn’t need the room, sometimes, after a hard day at work he would come home to find me on my hands and knees, naked and spread before the doorway in offering. He loved these days, the days I offered myself freely to whatever it was he wanted to do. Sometimes I needed it more than he knew. So I began to whisper the word green. He would paddle me harder, until I whispered yellow, sometimes he would slow down, others he would keep going until, amongst screams of no.. Stop… I would whisper red. And only then would he stop. He told me later that each time I would endure it longer, take it harder. And one time, he had to decide to stop, before he bruised my ass so bad I wouldn’t be able to walk or sit for days.

This story took place half a lifetime ago, when I was just 18 years old and a senior in high school. I won’t generalize about adolescents and their susceptibility to peer pressure; I’m sure there are some strong independent thinkers in the high school age bracket–but I sure wasn’t one of them. I never had the courage to admit to my tastes and preferences whenever there was a strong consensus among my friends that I did not share.

This applied to music, movies, television–you name it. It was okay to differ about who was a better rapper or rock musician, but don’t let anyone catch you enjoying a country song, not even a little. If you did you had to keep it to yourself, a private “guilty pleasure,” lest you risk enduring the ridicule of the crowd. It wasn’t until I was well into my adult years that I gained the courage to own up to my unpopular tastes.

As a teenager, one of my guiltiest pleasures of all was fat girls. It may be that I’ve simply m.atured, or it may be that the cultural zeitgeist has shifted toward greater acceptance of different body types since I was a kid, but all I know for sure is that not a single one of my male friends in school ever admitted to finding bigger girls attractive in general. I am sure some of them were sincere about their tastes, though probably conditioned by the self-appointed aesthetes of our society who choose the (in my opinion, disgustingly emaciated) cover models for fashion magazines. But I suspect others were like me–secretly admiring the big girls but cowed into silence by the fear of ridicule.

Being a secret fat admirer as a teenager had its pros and cons. The disadvantages are probably pretty obvious. The popular culture seemed almost never to cater to my tastes. Not being much for skinny chicks there was precious little wankable material out there in general circulation: from Playboy to the Victoria’s Secret catalogue to the Sears catalogue, there seemed to be an anti-fat conspiracy; I was forced to use my imagination more than most.

On the other hand, there were some plusses to digging the plus-sized. Because it was rather unexpected at the time, a person could actually more easily “get away with” checking out a big girl. It was as if all the skinny chicks were constantly policing the available views of their T&A, and woe betide he who got busted scoping bustage. “Why’nch you take a picture, perve, it’ll last longer!” But with the bigger girls, I found that I could sometimes feign a detached, spacey gaze into the middle distance when, in reality, I was positively memorizing a bit of cleavage or a visible panty line for later use. Where skinny chicks were taken in stolen glances, with bigger girls it was sometimes possible to literally stare.

One example was Mrs. Ruby (not her real name) who taught my senior algebra class. To this day, even with an adult’s experience and hindsight (and even in light of the story I’m about to tell) it is hard to imagine that she knew how hard she was making me. Day after day I would have to choose a time, usually about ten minutes before the bell, to stop checking her out and just stare at my desk taking deep breaths and willing my hard-on to fade so that I’d be able to stand up from my desk after class without embarrassment.

Was she doing it on purpose? Hard to tell. Most of the guys in class either didn’t find her attractive or, like me, didn’t admit to it. If they got a bad grade or caught detention they would complain about “that fat bitch.” But to me she was a goddess–size 20, with big f-cup boobs that could squeeze together and suggest cleavage even with a neckline in full compliance with the school’s teacher dress code. She had a nice round belly and an ass that must have measured 60 inches.

And when she would help a student with a problem she was always bending over to look at their work. Sometimes she would stand in front of the desk, bending over and viewing their work upside down, giving me a glimpse of cleavage and, if I was lucky, a bit of brassiere. Other times she would bend over to look over a student’s shoulder, giving me a chance to study that ponderous ass and, hopefully, visible panty line. And of course sometimes she would be at my desk, bending to help me–too close to get a visual, but intoxicating me with the mingling aroma of cosmetics and pheromone.

She was white, fortyish, possibly Jewish, and had beautiful, lustrous, long, straight black hair that shone like the kind you see in a shampoo commercial. Almost daily she wore bright nail polish and lipstick, fire-engine red or some other loud color. Her eyes were a shimmering black, like oiled, burnished ebony. She was always extremely well put together, with designer clothes that, only in retrospect, it occurs to me to wonder how she could afford on a teacher’s salary.

I had a ritual with her. Apart from the random, sporadic occasions when we were working in class and I could steal random glances escort çapa as she bent to help this or that student, there was an almost daily activity where she would, on request, work out a problem on the board from the previous day’s homework. If no one else presented an appropriate one, I would pick out a long, complicated word problem and ask her to work it out on the board. This would make her turn her back to the class for a prolonged period and, if the problem took enough board space, eventually compel her to bend pretty low in order to finish it.

The best part was that the ploy was never implausible because the word problems were naturally the most difficult and most likely to require explanation. I would just sit there and gape at her enormous ass, salivating, heart pounding, cock throbbing. It was amazing. The only hard part (pun intended) was that this activity was usually close to the end of class and it would sometimes bump up against my ten-minute rule. But life is all about hard choices, and this ritual was quite worth the risk.

Then one day she caught me.

She had brought in a variety of circular objects of differing circumferences to demonstrate the discovery of pi. We all knew about pi from middle school, but she wanted us to discover it in the way our ancient Greek forbears must have done as a property of things circular, so she split us up in groups with tape measures and a Frisbee, coaster, coffee saucer, chrome hubcap, etc. One by one each group sent a representative to the board where they would prop their group’s circular object on the chalk tray and demonstrate their results.

Then in the last quarter of class she erased the pi calculations and offered to do her usual demonstration of last night’s homework. As usual, I picked a nice long one from the word problems section and raised my hand.

At first it worked the way it always had. Her lilting voice mingled with the squeaky staccato scrape of her chalk as she explained the steps in the solution, supplying a sort of warm soundtrack to this lovely dance as she worked further and further down the board until she was bent at a nearly perfect right angle. “Uh huh,” I would say from time to time, pretending to listen, “mm-hmm,” all the while staring at that giant ass, imagining myself coming up behind her, hiking up her skirt and yanking down her panties, thrusting inside of her, and feeling her big jiggly white ass slap rhythmically against my belly, moaning as I deposited every last drop of my virginity into her warm pink goodness.

That day I was particularly fixated: she had on a particularly flattering ecru blouse and khaki skirt. I was staring, staring, staring, completely lost in that luscious rump, when I vaguely detected something had changed. What was it? In my daydreamy state I couldn’t be sure. Then I realized what it was. The room had fallen silent–the sound of her chalk and her New Jersey vocal cadence had both ceased, but I hadn’t noticed (I could have used one of those canned record-scratch effects you get on TV shows). I heard her say, in the distinct tone of someone who is repeating herself, “Mr. Waylon (not my real name), are you still with us?”

Then I realized what was happening. She was still bent over, back to the class, but I suddenly found myself making eye contact with her in the reflection of the chrome hubcap still propped on the chalk tray from the pi exercise! There was no disguising what had just happened. I was staring hard at her big butt and she had caught me in flagrante. I could feel my face rapidly reddening, wondering if it was as obvious to the other students as it now was to Mrs. Ruby.

“Mr. Waylon?”

“Yes.”

“Are you chewing gum, Mr. Waylon?”

Huh? What the hell kind of non sequitur question was that? Of course I was chewing gum! I always chewed gum in her class (her class was my last of the day, after lunch, and I self-consciously wanted my breath to be minty fresh if she ever came to my desk to help me with a problem). She had never mentioned it before. “Um,” I stammered, a bit confused, “yes,” I finally said, “yes I am.”

She rose and faced me. “You do know it’s against the rules to chew gum in class, don’t you, Mr. Waylon.” I was literally stunned silent; I just stared at her stupidly without replying. She strode up to my desk, extended a supine hand in front of my face and, with a snap of her fingers, said “give it to me.”

This only added to my shock. “In your hand?!” I was incredulous.

“Spit it out, now, Mr. Waylon. And remain after the bell. You have detention.” I took the gum out of my mouth and diffidently placed it into her palm. Pardon the hackneyed phrase but as she proceeded to drop my gum in the trashcan I understood what people mean when they say you could have heard a pin drop in the room.

Just then I realized what was happening–or at least I escort bayan istanbul thought I did. She had busted me checking her out and wanted to punish me, wanted me to have detention for it, but didn’t want to embarrass me by announcing the real reason to the class. She used the gum as a pretext for my own good.

Same with spitting the gum into her hand. Her calling me out had caused my hitherto massive hard-on to list to starboard a bit but, even so, I was in no shape to stand up and put my gum in the trash. She must have known that, which is why she came to me–to spare me the embarrassment. In that moment, even though I’d caught detention, I suddenly felt grateful to her. Then I cracked a smile as I caught myself thinking: “Her heart is as big as her ass.”

Algebra was my last class of the day so reporting for detention just meant remaining in class past the bell. “Mr. Waylon, could you come here please,” she said, motioning for me to come to the front of the now empty room. She handed me a thick red accordion file and said “These are the ungraded midterms from all five of my classes. I want you to sort them into alphabetical order by student last name, keeping them in their separate periods. That should be about a half-hour’s work. If you finish early you can leave early, but if you’re still here in 30 minutes you can leave whether you’re done or not. Use my desk.” With that, she disappeared into the hall and left me alone at her desk.

She had the standard issue teacher’s desk, putty-colored aluminum with chrome legs and handles and a simulated woodgrain top. Her office chair was a lime-green swivel job on casters, scratchy polyester fabric except for the armrests, which were sticky vinyl. The whole desk was shoved into a corner, directly abutting the thickly painted cinderblock walls, leaving plenty of the front of the classroom as a stage for her daily blackboard demonstrations. I sank into her springy office chair and briefly surveyed the landscape from this perspective.

On a corner of her desk, facing her chair stood a framed Olan Mills, she with her skinny husband and skinny ten-year-old son in their best clothes, smiling out at me. Mr. Ruby looked like a lawyer in his blue suit and curly but closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair. “So that’s the guy who gets to fuck Mrs. Ruby,” I thought. The son had his father’s hair but it was allowed to roam free in a tousled unruly fro. I sat there for a moment taking in The Ruby Family and then began alphabetizing her first-hour class’s tests.

After maybe five minutes she returned to the room and came directly to her desk. “Could you excuse me a moment–I just need to get a few things out of this file drawer.” She was referring to bottom drawer of her desk and, before I could even offer to get up, she pulled out the drawer and began fingering the manila tab tops. I rolled my chair as far back into the corner as I could but there was no hiding from it; her enormous khaki-clad derriere was no more than twelve inches from my face, closer than I’d ever been before.

Almost immediately I started swelling in my pants as my head filled with visions of reaching my hands up under the material, tracing the curve of her thick milky thighs, locating the elastic of her giant panties, sliding them down over her massive roundness. I imagined my face lowering into the valley of her buttocks, I imagined locating that warm tangy gash in a trim forest of black hair and–I was virgin–I could only imagine the taste!

This went on for a surprisingly long time, two or three minutes at least, as she shifted her weight from foot to foot causing her big pear bottom to shift in an enchanting waggle. From time to time she would pull a file out and set it on her desk but at the time it did not occur to me how improbably protracted her search had been, as though she were just randomly thumbing the files. I recall thinking with my big throbbing hard-on: “Doesn’t she know what she’s doing to me?! Maybe it was the gum after all.”

Finally, after what seemed like several minutes, she said “This is taking longer than I thought.” I started to offer to get up but she cut me off: “How about I just sit in your lap for a minute.”

“Um, I, uh–”

“Won’t be much longer.” Whereupon she lowered her big beautiful warm bottom onto my thighs. I couldn’t believe it. I was holding perfectly still. My fingers were in a white-knuckled death grip on the arms of the chair and I was staring at where my knees disappeared under the soft globe of khaki. My heart was pounding and my breath deepening. I was so nervous that I actually started to lose my hard-on, if you can believe that. But that wouldn’t last long.

I began mentally revising my theory. “Aha!” I thought, “She does know what she’s doing to me: this is part of the punishment.”

But then, with the only warning a hastily uttered statement “I just need escort etiler to get into the back files here,” she abruptly pulled the file drawer all the way out and simultaneously thrust her fat bottom all the way back into my belly, pinning me to the wall with her girth. It was too sudden and there was nowhere to hide. I tried with all my might to squeeze backward into the chair but it was no good: What was left of my hard-on was poking conspicuously into her right butt cheek.

She froze instantly on contact. For a moment she held completely still, but then began shifting her bottom in a side-to-side motion as if to be certain of what she had detected. Then, in a wry, knowing tone, she said: “So, Mr. Waylon, I see someone has been paying attention in class.”

“Um–“

Without another word she began thrusting her bottom back and forth, back and forth, grinding against my cock which, needless to say, was now once again hard as a rock. In response, and without even thinking, I started meeting her rhythm with a forward pelvic thrust of my own. She picked up the pace and the springs of the office chair began squeaking in time with the bouncing rhythm of the ride.

The sensation of my hard cock digging into the crack of her khakied ass was at once ecstatic and unbearable. Before I knew it I was arching my back in a pounding upward thrust trying desperately to press harder into that big beautiful rump. Then she reached back and took my hands from where they were still gripping the armrests and she placed them on her body, where the curve of her hips rounded into her big booty. I immediately accepted the cue and reached forward, fondling her love handles, her belly, even trying to reach her breasts before moving back down to her pelvis.

I began putting her love handles to their intended use, pulling her hard against me as I thrust harder and faster against her soft jiggling backside. She put her palms flat on the desk, feet on the floor, and changed her stroke, began lifting her ass into the air and slapping it down hard against me.

By now it occurred to me what was going to happen, and how inconvenient it would be to deal with it here at school, and I thought about trying to stop it. For the first time I stopped staring at her ass, closed my eyes and tipped my head back to clear my mind. When I lowered my head to the side and opened my eyes I found myself face to face with that paragon of familial bliss, The Ruby Family. I looked at the father, then the son. I thought: “I’m dry-humping your mom, kid.”

And suddenly there was no way to stop–I was past the point of no return. I was thrusting hard and fast, pulling her toward me and pressing the whole length of my shaft–as much of it as I could through my jeans–into the place between her buttocks when, seized with that telltale tingle of inevitability, I froze, shuddered, and felt my whole body start to seize up. She easily detected what was happening and momentarily pulled away from my grasping urgency. “You making a mess in your pants sweetheart?” she asked as, to my amazement, she quickly and deftly pulled up her skirt exposing acres of cottony yellow panty, and ground herself heavily down into me just in time to meet my last desperate thrust.

My buttocks tightened into an impossible pucker as I pushed forward involuntarily and, gasping, felt shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body as generous spurts of hot semen began coursing into my underpants. I felt I’d had the wind knocked out of me. She was still pressing hard against my sputtering member until the last contractions finally faded and, when she rose, just before she let her skirt slip back down to cover the evidence, I could see where my load had soaked through my jeans and left a spot on her lemon-colored underwear.

She stood and wheeled her massive body around, gazing down at my spent form with a satisfied smirk. “You seem to have had a bit of an accident, Mr. Waylon. In light of your problem I think it’s appropriate to dismiss you from detention early so you may attend to it. Have a pleasant afternoon.” I looked down and the spot was actually not quite as noticeable as you’d think; thankfully I was wearing dark jeans.

It was really just more uncomfortable than anything else. I had shot quite a healthy load and, as I walked down the hallway from her classroom in a daze, I was vaguely aware of the rapidly cooling sticky mess trickling down past my scrotum and lingering on my perineum.

I stopped off in the boys’ room but, as you might imagine, the mess was more or less impossible to clean up. I finally gave up on the inabsorbent institutional toilet paper they stocked in the stalls (it was just shredding and making an even bigger mess) and finally just stripped from the waist down and used my jockey shorts as a rag, wiping down my cock and balls and adjacent cracks and crevices. I remember wishing for warm soap and water but, even a half hour after the bell, there was no way I was leaving that bathroom stall naked and cum-covered. Instead, I stuffed the soiled jockeys into a pocket of my backpack and walked all the way home with my cock hanging loose, grazing the damp denim of my spunk-soaked jeans. It was uncomfortable as hell–but 100% worth it!

****This is a story about my fantasies with my algebra teacher, her name has been changed for obvious reasons, if you’re the real Mrs. Curts I hope you enjoy the story****

During my time in high school I learned a lot. I wasn’t a nerd, but I was a jock either. I had my fair share of girls, but one girl I couldn’t get enough of her. Her name was Mrs. Curts she was my algebra teacher in 9th grade. I had gone through four years dreaming of her. During my senior year she was still hot. She was about 5′ 7″ maybe shorter, had brown hair, and about a B cup. Her ass was big just the way I liked it. She had three kids so she was looking pretty good for three kids (twin girls and a boy).

I just turned 18 and it was my senior year. I often jerked off thinking about Mrs. Curts. My dick was pretty big, during my freshman year I figure it was about 7 inches long, and 2 inches wide. During my senior year I was about 10 inches long, and 3 and a half inches wide. I was about 5′ 8″ had black

I decided to bull shit my way through my senior year. So I took the minimum and as many classes with Mrs. Curts as I could. About half of my day was with her all after lunch. I was lucky enough to get in a AP class with her, and fortunately I was the only one! I slept most of my way through the day checking out the girls. After lunch I rushed my way to her room. When I got there she greeted me…

“Hi Dave”

“Hey Mrs. Curts, how was your summer?”

“Horrible! I got divorced!”

“Oh I can’t believe that!” I replied, but in my mind I cheered!

“Well maybe after school we could talk about it”

“Maybe” she replied.

A few more people came in I sat in the second row so I had a pretty good view. The person in front of me was pretty short too. Whenever she went to write on the board I stared at her big ass. I started to get a hard on. When she looked back to teach the class I swear she saw my hard on (who could miss my 10 inches?), I was sort of embarrassed. The next class was a bit bigger but no one sat in front of me, yes! She set her notebook of the class roster on the desk in front of me. She bent over to read the names off. Her dress top was very low cut, and I had the best view! I slowly looked down her blouse. I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra! My dick immediately shot up. I could see her soft boobs, and her hard nipples. I was wondering why they were so hard it was the beginning of the school year and was pretty hot. Maybe she was thinking about my hard on.

“DAVE!” Mrs. Curts raised her voice.

“Uh, huh?” escort güngören I didn’t know what was going on, did she see me staring at her tits?

“I called your name five times and you never answered!”

“Oh sorry” Whew relief blew over me.

The class finished up and finally the last period of the day. When it was just her and I.

“So Dave do you mind if we take a little break?”

“No not at all Mrs. Curts I’ve been working very hard these last couple of periods.”

“The hell you were Dave, I’ve been watching you getting hard ons and staring down my blouse. I know you want me Dave just admit it!”

I was very surprised at what was going on! I knew she might have seen me, but I never thought she’d say anything.

“Mrs. Curts calm down” I replied, as she sat down in her chair. I started to rub her shoulders…

“Mmm, that feels good Dave, keep going.” I continued to rub her shoulders, she moaned softly as I did this. I started to unbutton her blouse. I unbuttoned it and opened it up. Her tits were rock hard, I rubbed around her tits saving them. I noticed she had her hand under her skirt. I started to rub her nipples and pinch them. She squealed in delight. I turned the chair around and kneeled down. I circled her left tit with my tongue, she was moaning. I sucked on her left tits and kneaded her other with my right.

“Uhhhhhh, Dave eat me out!”

“And if I do what will I get?”

“Anything Dave Anything, mmmm” She managed to get that much out. So I hiked up her skirt to her waist, and pulled her soaked panties to her ankles. I started to kiss the insides of her legs they were starting to get a little chunky but still firm. I kissed her pussy and licked the outside.

“UGHHH YEAH DAVE!! GO INSIDE OF ME!!” She was screaming all ready and I barely did anything to her. She must haven’t gotten any sex for a long time since she did get divorced. I stuck my tongue inside of her and she squirmed she was pinching her tits and kneading her boobs the whole time.

“AHHH YEAH DAVE!! I’M GOING TO CUM!!” She screamed, I was a bit worried someone might hear us and walk in on us, but I continued.

“Mrs. Curts your pussy taste so good you whore, mmm I hope your girls taste this good!” I started talking dirty to her.

“AHHHHH FUCK I’M CUUUUUMMMINGGGG!! UUHHHHH!! DAAAAVE!!” Her cum squirted into my face I tried to suck up as much juices as I could

“MMM you taste so good Mrs. Curts” You could tell she was in complete pleasure, bayan escort just by the expression on her face.

“Dave, *gasp* that was so good.” She was heaving her chest was going up and down. By this time my dick was so fucking hard.

“Dave I want you to get me up the ass!” As she spoke she started to take off my pants, when she took off my boxers my dick sprang up, “WHOA! It’s huge Dave! It’s got to be at least twice as big as my ex!” With that I cleared her desk and ordered her to get on top of it on her hands and knees. She obeyed without a word. I rubbed my dick around her ass, I gave her ass hole a few licks so she wouldn’t feel too much pain, but with her tiny ass and my huge did it wouldn’t help.

“Dave I’ve never had it in my ass my husband refused, he said it was dirty.”

“Well your in for quite a treat then.” I replied. I slowly shoved my dick into her ass.

“AHHHHH DAVE IT’S TOO BIG, TAKE IT OUT!!”

“Heh, you little bitch you asked for it.” She started to plead with me.

“DAVE I CAN’T TAKE IT!! AHHHH!!” I managed to get it all 8 inches in. I started to pump hard, rubbing her ass in the process. I started to spank her big round ass.

“MMM DO YOU LIKE THAT BITCH? *SLAP!* “HUH?” *SLAP!*

“DAVE THAT HURTS!! AHHH!!” *SLAP!*

“TELL ME YOU LIKE IT YOU SLUT!!” *SLAP!*

“AHHH!! I LIKE IT DAVE KEEP FUCKING MY TIGHT ASS AND SPANK ME HARDER!!”

*SLAP!* “OKAY BITCH!”

“AHHHH!!” Mrs. Curts collapsed on her desk she was heaving trying to breathe. I chuckled.

“Heh couldn’t handle it?”

“*GASP* DAVE THAT WAS SO GOOD, but you didn’t shoot your load, I wanted it in my ass!”

“I was saving it, I want you to suck my dick you little bitch.” At that moment we noticed Mrs. Murfie in the corner of the room moaning with her shirt half unbuttoned with her hand on her boob, and one in her panties. “Mrs. Murfie!” Mrs. Curts and I were very surprised.

“Hey you two ’bout time you noticed me. I was walking by to leave, the bell rang, and I heard someone screaming I thought Mrs. Curts was in trouble but apparently she was having trouble in her ass!” Mrs. Murfie walked over to us, “You two got me so hot I had to fuck myself.” Now this was a dream to me! Two married teachers naked and I was going to fuck them both! She removed the rest of her clothes, she was the same height as me, her boobs were maybe a C cup with a thin waist and small ass. I removed my dick from Mrs. Curts’s ass I’m sure she was relieved. Mrs. Murfie climbed on top of the desk escort güneşli with Mrs. Curts she moved around and I laid on my back. They kneeled in front of me and started sucking me off!

“Ahhhh yeah you little bitches are good at sucking dicks you bitches.” It felt so good two women sucking and licking me at the same time. I was going to cum very soon. I got up on my knees.

“Mrs. Murfie I’m going to cum on your tits and Mrs. Curts your going to suck the cum off!” They both obeyed and got ready. Mrs Murfie started to jerk my cock with both hands.

“AHHH SHIT I’M CUMMING!!” I shot my load all over Mrs. Murfie’s tits and some onto her face. Mrs. Curts started to lick them and Mrs. Murfie started moaning.

“Ohhh yeah Mrs. Curts your such a dyke suck me off bitch!” Mrs. Murfie screamed. I got behind Mrs. Curts and started eating her ass. She finished off her tits and started lick off her face.

“Now that you dykes are done, I want you to rub your pussies together until you cum!” Of course they obeyed my commands and they started humping each other.

“OHHHH YEAHHH MRS. MURFIE!! YOUR PUSSY IS SO SOFT!!” I’M CUMMING!!” “MRS. CURTS YOU’RE SO HAIRY I LOVE IT!! AHHHH I’M CUMMING TOOO!!” I didn’t think it’d be that quick before they came. They squirted their juices all over each other, and collapsed on top of each other kissing and sucking each other.

“I’m drained Dave, I don’t think I can take anymore.” Mrs. Curts could barely talk.

“I’m pretty drained too Dave, I think I’ve had my share of sex today.” Mrs. Murfie was trying to weasel her way out of a little pain.

“Heh you little bitch Mrs. Murfie trying to get out of my huge dick fucking your pussy?” She smiled

“Well give it to me then.” She laid on her back and I mounted her. Mrs. Curts saw this opportunity and got on top of her face. I shoved my dick in as fast and hard as I could, I wanted Mrs. Murfie feel some pain.

“AHHHH DAMNIT DAVE!! IT’S HUGE!! AHHHH I’M CUMMING!!” WOW! I was so surprised she must have not gotten enough from her husband. She came! I decided to keep fucking her. Mrs Curts was moaning and playing with Mrs. Murfie’s tits. She all ready came all over her face. Mrs. Murfie screamed while she came 3 more times!!

“AHHHH DAVE!! SHOOT YOUR HOT LOAD INTO MY PUSSY!!” I couldn’t hold it any longer my dick was soaked in her pussy juices.

“I’M CUMMING!!” I shot my entire load into her pussy

“YESSS YESSSSSSS!! FUCK ME!!” Mrs. Murfie screamed. She finished Mrs. Curts off again and we managed to lick most of the cum off each other. We got dressed and said our goodbyes, and waited for next time.

****** Tell me what you thought of my story =) and if you girls who liked it want to be a little descriptive of what you did during the story I’d appreciate it, please e-mail me with your comments, or suggestions.******

As I entered this club with my friend Tara and looked around, it was more amazing than I had ever imagined. This club was very popular and I waited for what seemed like an eternity for my 18th birthday so I could finally get in. We paid the cover charge and the bouncer put wrist bands on us to indicate we weren’t allowed to be served alcohol before letting us in.

There had to be 1000 people in the club. I had spent quite a long time deciding what to wear and how I should do my hair. I settled on a tight fitting skirt and low cut blouse that accentuated my cleavage. The shopping trip with Tara for my new bra really worked with my blouse. I really wanted to blend in and luckily the outfit I selected seemed to work out.

We made our way to the bar and grabbed a couple drinks for us. Trying to look all sophisticated and mature we stood in the crowd swaying to the music that beat at our chests. There were tables and couches surrounding an enormous dance floor, but they were all full.

After making our way around the club we settled against a small wall with a ledge for our drinks amongst the tables. Two guys smiled at us from a nearby table and we smiled back. Instantly one of the guys got up and walked to us to invite us to their table.

Anxious to sit, I nodded, “Okay,” before making our way to our their table

I don’t remember their names, but we will call them Jeff and Mark. I was sitting beside Mark who was in a full leg cast up to his thigh. It was a good ice breaker as he explained the story of how he broke his leg and all the inconveniences that come along with a full leg cast.

Jeff and my friend got up and wandered out in to the crowd to dance.

“Sorry.” he said pointing at the cast escort bayrampaşa on his leg.

“I would love to be dancing with you.” He said with a smile.

“That’s okay. I’m cool just hanging out talking.” I smiled back.

Mark was really cute and flirted openly with me. An order of drinks arrived and he pushed one towards me. I pointed at my new bracelet with a pouty face.

“Don’t worry about Grace. They don’t walk around and check.” He pushed the drink closer to me.

Jeff and my friend were back and forth throughout the night, but I really didn’t notice much. They were having fun and so was I. At one point I recall Mark asked me to dance for him, so I stood up and danced at the end of the table while he watched and smiled. When I eventually sat, he pulled my face close to his and kissed me deeply. My heart raced and I gave my lips to him. As the night went on…we continued to make out. His hands cautiously wandered over my legs and back.

Inevitably dreaded words were spoken by the DJ that it was last call.

The lights eventually came on blinding us as we waited for the majority of the crowd to leave before tried hobbling out on his crutches. We made our way to one of the waiting taxis and piled in. We had decided earlier that we would all go back to Jeff and Mark’s apartment to keep the party alive.

It was a small two bedroom and very evidently the home of two bachelors. Mark and I sat on the couch and he put his arm around me again. Jeff brought us all drinks and put music on. Marks hands began to wander on me again but this time less cautiously.

I was shocked to have him trying to touch my breast through my blouse in eskort front of people. I moved his hand away gently.

“Why don’t I give you the tour?” he asked.

Naturally, that ‘tour’ took 30 seconds and ended in his room. Mark closed the door and made his way over to his bed.

“Why don’t you come lay here with me?” Mark patted the bed beside him.

I walked over slowly and lay down beside him. His hand instantly met my thigh and slowly slid up under my skirt. He pulled my thigh and I straddled him as his hands made their way up to my ass as we kissed.

His fingers squeezed my ass cheeks slowly working their way over my pussy. Touching me through my panties he teased me causing electricity to shoot across my body. As we kissed I could feel him fumbling with his pants.

His hand met mine and guided it to his hard cock. After stroking him for a bit I climbed off him to his side. Grabbing his swollen cock gain, I leaned over and kissed him. Mark’s fingers pushed in to my pussy.

His other hand tangled itself in my long red hair firmly as we kissed. Finally breaking his kiss, I lowered my head to his waiting cock. I moved slowly down his chest until my face was inches from his cock.

“Oh fuck yes!” he called out loudly. “Suck that cock for me gorgeous.”

I squeezed his cock getting my first look at it as I slowly stroked it. The head was huge and purple. The shaft was thicker than head and my fingers barely touched when I grabbed it. Slowly stroking it, I felt his hand gently push my head closer until his cock was at my lips.

I kissed the head teasing him but he would have none of that. Thrusting his hips and pushing my head I got a mouth full of cock. At first escort gaziosmanpaşa he just held my head while he fucked my mouth slowly. He pushed it to the back of my mouth until I gagged, and then pulled it back just to do it again.

He continued to fuck my mouth faster and faster. Every time I gagged he just held my head and fucked me faster; his cock head pounding the back of my throat. My eyes watered as I gagged on his fat cock. Pushing it to the back of my mouth he held me there and I started to struggle.

Holding my head, he thrusted his hips pushing his cock down my throat. Tears rolled down my cheek as his cock began to fuck my throat. I gagged and struggled to breath, but he didn’t seem to care.

Faster and faster he fucked my throat, never taking his cock out. I struggled to breathe through my nose as he used my throat as his personal fuck toy. His cock felt so huge. Afraid and excited he made me very confused.

His cock felt like it was getting even bigger in my throat and before I knew it I felt his cock begin to pulsate. Mark’s breathing got heavier.

Groaning loudly, Mark cursed, “Oh yeah, you good little slut! Take that fucking cum you little bitch.”

Holding my head with my lips pressed to his pubic hair. Hi cock continued to pulse as he emptied himself down my throat. His breathing slowed and he held me there until I felt him soften. Slowly he released his grip of my head and his cock slid from my mouth leaving a taste of his salty cum in my mouth.

Smiling he looked at me and said “Thanks, I needed that, now you girls should probably get home.”

I was in shock as he pulled the covers over himself and pointed me to the door.

As I walked out dressing myself, it only took one look at Tara and she knew it was time to go. We grabbed our stuff and headed out the door. Tara gave me an inquisitive look as made our way home. I explained how confusing it had been with all the mixed emotions of fear and excitement.

Smiling at Tara, “I did learn how to deep throat though!”

Authors note:

My first submission, let me know what you think!

This is a work of fiction and Everyone in the story is over 18

More chapters to come 😉

***

“Do you need a baggie?”

Alex jumped, too focused on the massive shit his dog was taking to see the woman approach. Young with pretty eyes hidden behind petit glasses, she was holding out a poop bag to him. Sniffing beside her was a medium sized mutt.

“Uh, yeah thanks.” He responded and took the bag.

As his dog finished up, he leaned over to clean up the mess.

“Your dog is a pit mix, right? He’s handsome like his owner.”

Alex looked up and to find the woman surprised by her own words and blushing heavily. He decided to save her with a response.

“Yeah, they get a bad rep but she’s is an absolute sweetheart. Her name is Leela.”

Thankfully, the woman recovered. “Leela? That’s a pretty name. I’m sure she’s very sweet.”

The girl leaned over, her loose shirt exposing her bra, and let Leela sniff her hand.

“May I?” she asked.

“Of course.” Alex said, quickly focusing his eyes on Leela.

The woman pet Leela for a few seconds before her own dog approached. She stood back up as the dogs sniffed each other.

“She seems to socialize well too.” The woman said smiling.

“Yup, she always wants to make new friends. What breed is yours?” he wondered.

“I think he’s got some Border Collie and Blue Heeler in him, but I never did a DNA test after adopting him. His name is Darcy.”

Alex remembered that to be the name of the male protagonist in Pride and Prejudice but he’d never read the book, only having been forced to watch the movie by his sister.

“He seems to get along well with my Leela. I’m Alex, by the way.” He started extending his hand before realizing he was still holding the now full poop bag.

The woman laughed, “I’m Dani, it’s nice to meet you but we can shake hands another time.”

Alex chuckled, “That’s fair, thanks for the baggie.”

“No problem, do you live in these apartments?”

“I just moved in. I was happy to see they had a dog park.”

“It’s wonderful isn’t it? Makes life so much easier for Darcy and I. Isn’t that right?” she said leaning down to pet her dog.

Alex had to force his eyes away from her exposed breasts. Maybe he’d ask her out another day, but he had to go home and prepare for tomorrow.

“It really is, well I better be off. Nice to meet you and Darcy.”

“You too!” Dani said smiling.

And with that they went their separate ways.

***

Dani was running late for her last class, but it was only the first day of spring semester, so she didn’t rush too much. She was sure others would have trouble finding the obscure technology building.

She opened the door and stopped walking. Class hadn’t started yet but there were only around 30 people in the room, and most turned to look at her.

Fuck.

Dani was the only girl. She slumped in her seat and pulled out her laptop, attempting to hide behind the screen.

The professor walked in from the back of the room and cleared his throat.

“Sorry students, I’m still getting used to campus. I’m Mr. Taylor and I’ll be teaching Computer Science 1401. Do not call me professor, as I am still in the process of getting my Master’s degree.”

Dani peeked over her computer screen. Oh my god.

She recognized him from the dog escort fındıkzade park. It was Alex; the guy she gave a poop bag to, the guy who she barely had the nerve to approach, the guy she called handsome, the guy she hadn’t stopped thinking about since, the guy. And he was her teacher.

“I’m sure you know the drill. Today we will just be going over the syllabus information. So you can put away your computers.”

Crap.

Realizing she was the only person with a laptop out, Dani hesitantly followed his instruction. When his eyes met hers, they went wide for a split second before he looked away and cleared his throat again.

“I’m giving you all a copy of it now, but there is also one available on the class page. There is a clause about using your own coding work that you will have to sign and return to me on Wednesday.”

Dani avoided his eyes for the rest of class, but listened to every word he said while fiddling with her pencil.

“That’s all the time we have for today. Download those programs and be ready to start into coding on Wednesday. Thank you!”

Dani stood and collected her things quickly. She glanced at Alex… Mr. Taylor… one more time and found his eyes on hers. She turned and speed walked out of the classroom.

When she got back to her apartment complex, she looked around before getting out of her car and practically ran inside.

“What’s with you?” her sister, Lauren, asked as Dani slammed the door behind her breathing heavily.

“Oh nothing,” Dani responded, the sarcasm almost unnoticeable between her rapid breaths, “I just have the worst luck in the world.”

Lauren looked up from her computer, “What happened?”

“You remember the dog guy? The one I openly called handsome? Well, he’s my coding teacher.”

Lauren laughed for a good few minutes before finally saying, “Oh my god! I’m so sorry.”

Dani collapsed on the couch. “Me too, you’re going to have to walk Darcy for the foreseeable future.”

“Oh, c’mon. It’s not that bad. If he looks like you say he does, then I’m sure he gets it all the time. Just be glad you scared him away before you said something worse.” Lauren said, still smiling at her sister’s expense.

“Why do I always end up in situations like this? I endlessly put my foot in my mouth.” Dani lamented.

“True, at least it’s not as bad as when you told Mrs. Baker how beautiful her daughter was.” Lauren remarked, chuckling.

“It was a baby! How was I supposed to know it was a boy?”

“It was wearing a blue baseball onesie, Dani.”

“You know I hate gender stereotypes, why can’t a girl wear blue?”

Lauren rolled her eyes and asked, “Why don’t you just drop the class if you’re that embarrassed?”

“It’s the only beginning coding class and I really want to try my hand at it. Do you know how much programmers make?”

“Okay then, suck it up and never compliment him again. Actually just avoid speaking in that class, who knows what you’ll say?”

Dani sighed as Darcy walked into the room and greeted her enthusiastically.

“Hi buddy, do you mind if Loo walks you today?” he licked Dani’s face happily, “Good cause she’ll be doing that for a while.”

Lauren rolled her eyes and grabbed his leash.

***

Remembering Dani sprint out of the classroom made Alex smile. Poor Girl. He decided he’d have to talk to her to make her feel escort istanbul more comfortable around him. Of course he would keep things strictly professional, and pray she was wearing something less revealing.

He’d never taught in a college setting before this semester, but he knew there were rules against fraternizing with the students. He was pretty good at hiding any ungentlemanly thoughts, and as long as he kept his distance there shouldn’t be any trouble.

Alex looked through his class rosters and found her name, Daniella Summers. He realized Dani was the only girl in both of his class periods and found himself appreciating her individuality.

Grabbing Leela’s leash, Alex took her outside hoping to find Dani and smooth things over. He saw her as she was walking into the apartment building across from his.

“DAN- oh.” He stopped mid-way through calling her name because he realized it wasn’t her. The girl was walking a dog that resembled Darcy though. Curious about the similarities he wondered if it was Dani’s roommate as he walked Leela around.

***

It was Wednesday and Dani had successfully avoided Alex. But today, she knew she’d have to face him.

Dani stopped to get a coffee before class, making her late again. She hurried to the tech building but as she went to open the door someone on the other side slammed it into her hand, spilling coffee down her shirt.

Fuck!

She was wearing an undershirt, so she quickly removed the now scalding flannel. The guy who hit her with the door profusely apologized as she tried to mop herself up.

“It’s okay, really. I have to go.”

She hurried to the bathroom. Now she was faced with a dilemma; wear a coffee stained shirt or just her tank top? The tank was more revealing than what she normally wore and it could send the wrong message. But the coffee stain was perfectly centered around only one of her boobs. Running out of time she threw the flannel in her bag and headed to class.

Opening the door, Dani heard Alex already talking, “Doug Peoples?”

A kid in the front responded, “Here.”

Dani quickly found a seat as far from the front as she could find.

“Gavin Rhodes?”

“Here.”

“John Sims?”

“Here.”

“Daniella Summers?”

“Uh, here.” Dani said and raised her hand slightly like the rest of the students had.

Alex glanced up and smiled before calling the next name.

For most of the class Dani was able to hide behind her computer screen as Alex walked them through the basics. She struggled to not stare at him the few times she did look up. Overall, she really loved his teaching, there was only one weird moment during the lecture.

“Mr. Rhodes, is there a problem?” Alex asked.

Dani could see that Alex was staring, almost glaring, at the kid behind her. She glanced up and saw the guy red faced.

“Uh… no sir.”

“Very good, please focus on the lesson.”

Alex’s voice was a little rude, leaving everyone else to wonder what the kid had done.

At the end of class after dismissing the students, Alex asked if Daniella would mind staying behind for a few minutes.

Her heart dropped.

***

Today was probably not the best day for this. Alex hadn’t realized until she stood up how little her tank top covered. But he also felt he should warn her about the… intrusive… kid that sat behind her. Although he almost didn’t blame escort aksaray the kid for staring at her breasts now… almost.

She slowly walked to the front, eyes downcast.

“Hi, Dani.”

Her eyes lifted to his and she looked like a deer in headlights.

“Hello Al… Mr. Taylor.” Her face reddened and she looked away.

“I just wanted to clear somethings up with you. You seem a little uncomfortable in my class and I imagine it’s because of what happened at the dog park?”

Dani gulped and met his gaze. He lost himself in her chocolate eyes for a second before saying, “Well, Dani. There’s no need to be weird about anything. I’m your teacher now and I want you to feel comfortable coming to me with any questions. Let’s start fresh, okay?”

She actually smiled at this, and he knew he’d said the right thing.

“That would be great, Mr. Taylor. I’m excited to try my hand at coding.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Just one more thing Dani,” He paused looking for the right words to say. “Maybe you should… uh… wear something more… Well, never mind. Just don’t sit around that Rhodes kid again, okay?”

She looked very confused but nodded.

“Alright you can go. Have a good evening, see you Friday.”

“Thanks Mr. Taylor.” She turned and walked away.

By the time Alex realized he was staring, she’d already left.

Fuck, I’m going to have to keep my distance.

When he returned home it was late. He’d gone out to dinner with a handful of other student teachers and then hit a bar in town.

Alex drunkenly walked Leela before heading into his room for bed. He sat down on the bed in his boxers and opened his laptop, but movement outside of his large bedroom window caught his eye. He realized he could see straight into an apartment in the building across from his.

There was a girl brushing her hair wearing only a towel.

She should really get some blinds.

Walking to his window in the dark, Alex checked to see if there were any creeps watching the girl. He realized the window he was looking through would be hard for anyone on the ground to see into, and his was the only apartment that had a good view of it.

And with the buildings relatively close to each other, he could see the girl clearly.

The girl was Dani.

His pace quickened. Alex needed to look away but he didn’t want to. And quite frankly, he’d been horny ever since class today. The booze had made the situation worse, and he had planned to “take care of it” before this turn of events.

Alex was about to look away when Dani removed her towel.

Good god.

He felt his dick harden in his boxers.

You’re better than this Alex.

But he wasn’t. Dani was walking around her room naked and she was perfect. He continued to stare and as he lost the will to fight it, he let himself fully grow. She searched in her top drawer and her hand emerged with something long and purple. Alex was confused until she laid down on her bed, in full view of the window, and started rubbing herself.

Fuuuuuck.

Now he couldn’t look away and his hand was resting on his erection. Dani slowly pushed the dildo inside of her, and Alex slowly stroked himself. She worked at a leisurely pace at first, gently pushing it in and out with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other.

God, he wanted to be inside of her. He wanted to be stroking those perky nipples, thrusting into her wetness, and making her moan. Alex was mirroring Dani’s pace and as she sped up so did he. She was close, he could tell. As her back arched and her mouth fell open, he came.

Breathing heavily, he realized he’d covered the window in cum.

“Shit.” He mumbled and cleaned it up. When he looked back to Dani’s window, her light was off.

It’s morning and the sun is shining in through the slits in the blinds. I am still so tired and definitely don’t want to get out of the nice, cozy bed where you are still sleeping soundly next to me. I grumble a little and then make towards the edge of the bed. I stretch as I get off and make my way to the bathroom.

I turn on the water in the shower and as it starts to get hot, steam fills the room. I brush out my hair and then come back to the bed to wake you up. “Come on, sleepy head,” I say, “it’s time to wake up.” “I’ve started the shower and it’s nice and hot, just the way you like it.”

You stir a bit and rub at your sleepy eyes. You give a big stretch and then grab me, pinning me to the bed. You kiss me gently along my neck and then let me up. I go from the bed into the bathroom and then step inside the shower. I let the water run over me, letting it take the sleep from my eyes and mind and then I feel you come up behind me. I move to the side, letting you get into the stream of water.

I watch as the water courses its way along your body, small trails of it flowing along over your back as the muscles move beneath the skin. My excitement is building and I grab the bar of soap from the shelf. I rub it between my hands, getting a good amount of lather together. I then put the bar aside and run my hands across your back, feeling the muscles against my palms.

I run my hands up to your shoulders and gently squeeze at your neck. The lather allows free movement of my hands as they slide down your back to your ass. I rub each cheek gently, but with a certain firmness as well. escort beykent I squat down rubbing my hands along the back or your thighs, then down to your calves, the hair on them slick from the water pouring from the showerhead.

I stand up again and then pull to turn you so that you face me. I glance along your body, taking in the glorious view. Already your cock has begun to awaken, even if the rest of you has not completely. I put my hands up along your neck and rub the suds along it, slowly tracing down to your shoulders and collarbone. I then move across your chest, moving in slow circles and rubbing lightly against your nipples with my fingers.

I move my hands down to your stomach where they leave their white film behind as I hunch down again to wash the fronts of your legs. As my hands slide down, I move them so close to your cock that it jumps slightly at the anticipation of my touch. I look up at you and see you smiling down to me. “Not yet, my dear,” I say with a grin. “I am saving the best for last.”

I slowly raise myself before you, pressing my breasts against your thighs and then your cock as I move upward. They slip easily along you as I slide them against your stomach and then bring my mouth to yours. I kiss you deeply as my hands find your cock and balls, soaping them up and feeling their weight and texture.

Your hardness increases my own desires and I can feel the all too familiar throbbing between my legs. I continue to caress and soap your “sensitive” spots as I kiss at your neck. You lean down towards istanbul escorts my ear and whisper, “I want to be inside of you.”

I almost fall to the bottom of the shower as my knees weaken from your words. I look into your eyes and my grip on your cock tightens slightly. I turn you around once more to face the streaming water. I rinse all the soap from your body, using my hands for assistance. Your hands have found their way to my hips and you pull me towards your back.

Once all the soap is gone, you turn to face me and kiss me deeply. I enjoy the sensation of your tongue passing between my lips and lightly brushing against my own tongue. The taste of you filling my mouth as my hunger for you increases. You put your hands into my hair and gently grasp it between your fingers as your kiss continues. My hands move to your ass and pull you even closer. I can feel your hard cock as it presses against my skin and I let out a small moan.

You push me against the wall of the shower stall and the chill of the tiles sends a shiver through me. You kiss me harder and your hands roam along my shoulders, over my breasts and then to my hips. As our kisses continue, you move me upwards, pinning me against the wall and moving forward allowing your cock to slide along my thigh.

You slowly enter me and move your kisses along my neck and collarbone. You nibble lightly as you penetrate me completely. My hands come up around to your back and I trace along the muscles there, feeling them as you move against me and slowly pull away in preparation for the next slow escort rus thrust. I move forward and bite firmly into your shoulder, feeling your moan against my lips as it vibrates through your flesh.

You are still moving in and out of me at a very slow pace, allowing me to enjoy every second, every inch, as it passes along my pink tenderness, but also tormenting me as all I desire for is that you will ravage me. “I want you to take me,” I whisper against your neck. “I want you to take me and make me yours.”

Your hands and body respond quickly to the words as your grip on me tightens and your thrusts begin to quicken. I pull my head back and press it against the wall of the shower stall. Your thrusts are moving me against the tiling and I can feel a faint sting along my back where the bones press my flesh hardest against it. Your teeth find my neck and sink in slightly. You pull away and can see the redness already appearing where your teeth just were.

I can feel my orgasm building inside as I wrap one leg around you. You push into me harder and faster and my moans get louder with each thrust. My nails dig into your back and I clamp down my teeth on your chest as a scream escapes and I expel my juices over your cock. You continue to push and I tremble in your arms. Soon you find your own release and push hard against me one final time and allow your head to rest against the shower stall wall.

You let me down and we return to the water. We take turns cleaning each other off, allowing the last of the warm water to rinse us. You reach down to turn off the water and then pull me against your chest. The water is still dripping down you and I can feel it against my cheek as it drips along its path. You hold me there for a moment and then bring my face up to meet your lips for a kiss.

You then open the shower door and motion for me to exit. I do so, leading you behind me by the hand.

Watching you, stroking your hard cock, I can barely contain myself, stop myself from touching you, too. I lay against the pillows, watching you hungrily, my own fingers circling and rubbing my clit, keeping my excitement high. As your body arches and your cum shoots out, covering your stomach, I can’t stop myself and I crawl between your legs, sliding my fingertips lightly along your thighs, locking my eyes on yours as you watch me. Your hand is still holding your cock lightly and as I kneel between your legs, I take your hand in mine bringing it up to my mouth.

Looking into your eyes, I flick my tongue out in tiny licks, cleaning the cum from your fingers, your palm, the back of your hands, before sliding my mouth over your index finger, sucking it deep into my mouth. I see the smile playing on your lips as I tease you, alternately licking and sucking the finger in my mouth, knowing now what I have planned. Finally, releasing your finger, I move your hand and put it on your chest, smiling and telling you: “Get comfortable, love.”

Leaning down, I begin licking the little drops of cum off your thighs, flicking my tongue, lapping your skin with delicate strokes, intent on finding every drop no matter how well hidden. I slide my hands up your sides, skimming the surface lightly on the way up, raking your skin as I bring them back down to your hips. Flicking my tongue on your skin, I move up along your hip, my fingers curled into your hips on either side. I can feel your body moving restlessly and I glance up, seeing that look in your eyes, and smile at you, knowing you want to join in. Your cock, barely softened from your orgasm, is hardening again and I can feel your skin heating up.

Dragging my tongue across your stomach, my breasts brush against your cock and I hear you moan at the touch. Smiling, I deliberately brush them against it again and I’m rewarded with another low moan. Taking my time, I continue licking all along your stomach, darting my tongue into your bellybutton and circling it, pressing my breasts fully against your cock, letting it slip between them and rubbing along them, between them, your cum rubbing on them.

Sliding my hands to the outer edges escort topkapı of my breasts, I squeeze them around your cock, slowly sliding them up and down your cock, squeezing them around it. Your legs jerk up, knees bending slightly, pressing up against my body and holding me. Glancing up at your face, I smile – your eyes are half closed watching me, your lips parted, breathing shallowly.

Your cock is so hard now, sliding slickly between my breasts. Looking down, I see the head popping out between my breasts with each thrust and I slide my tongue across the head, earning a low groan from you. Slipping my mouth over the head of your cock, I tighten my lips and let it slip in, sucking it gently down to the rim, slowing the thrusting between my breasts and then let it slip almost all the way out. Your moans are growing louder; your hips thrusting harder and I know that the time for teasing has come to an end.

Letting go of my breasts, I slide my mouth fully down your cock, pressing my tongue flat against the sensitive underside, taking it deep into my throat, sucking harder for a moment. Glancing up, I look deep into your eyes, slowly sliding my mouth back up the shaft, up to the head, swirling my tongue over the head lovingly.

Crawling up your body, your hands reach for me hungrily, helping me to straddle your hips. Lifting myself high for a moment, I stroke my fingers lovingly down your cock, squeezing the base lightly and holding it steady. Your hands slide from my arms to my breasts, cupping them underneath and slowly stroking up, circling the nipples, teasing me before wrapping a finger and thumb around each, pinching and rolling them. A shudder passes through me, pleasure coursing through me.

Rolling my head briefly, watching you through half-closed eyes, I bring your cock between my pussy lips and slide the head up to my clit, pressing it hard against me and sliding up and down, letting the friction spur me on, my wetness spreading over your cock head. Your fingers tighten almost painfully on my nipples, pulling them hard and I moan, almost slumping against you, your cock poking out from between my lips.

I escort can’t wait any longer. Sliding your cock head down between my lips, pressing it against my wet entrance, I press down, letting it slip slowly in. I can feel your cock stretching my pussy open, the sensation as thrilling as ever, and I thrust down hard, pulling your cock deeper, letting it penetrate fully, not stopping until my pussy is grinding down against my hand, still holding the base.

Opening my hand, I circle your cock with my thumb and forefinger as far as they will reach, squeezing lightly, letting my pussy settle further. The sound of our harsh breathing fills the air, the scents of both of us filling my nostrils and I look at you, catching your eye and grin. Your hands are still massaging and playing with my breasts and I press into them, leaning forward to kiss you hard, plunging my tongue in to duel with yours. Raking my nails of my other hand down your chest, I feel you moan into my mouth and your hands slide roughly down my body to cup my ass and thrust me down hard onto your cock, earning a gasp from me.

My eyes fly open to find you looking at me and we gaze at each other as we kiss, grinding against each other slowly. I see the look in your eye and know that it’s time. I draw my hips up slowly, letting your cock slip almost out before tightening my muscles and starting to slide down, intending to go slow and easy.

Your hands tighten on my ass and pull me down quickly, as you thrust your hips up, sending your cock deep into my tight pussy. I shudder and feel my body tightening all over, knowing I won’t last either for long, needing you now. Leaning down on your chest, rubbing my hard nipples against your chest, I let the kiss deepen and begin thrusting against you harder moving with the rhythm you’re setting, taking your cock hard and deep, driving against you, letting the heat take over.

I can feel little fissures of pleasure spreading all over my body, your moans are filling the air with mine and the scent of us is driving me wild. I can feel my orgasm approaching and I begin to thrust harder, my fingers tightening around your cock, drawing my knees up escort fatih closer against your body to brace myself to thrust harder.

With a swift move, you thrust up deep into me and push me over onto my back, keeping your cock deep inside me. Grasping my legs, you slip your arms under each of them, letting them slip over your shoulders and driving deep inside me. Your back arches in pleasure, briefly, before you begin thrusting into my tight wet pussy, hard and deep, your hips moving faster. I can see your muscles tightening all over your body and I reach up, raking my nails across your chest again, digging them into your shoulders and thrusting up to meet you.

A shudder passes through both of us and I feel your hands as they reach down to squeeze my ass again, your body forcing mine into the bed as your lean down and take one of my nipples roughly into your mouth, sucking it, biting down. The pain is exquisite torture and I cry out, reaching to pull your head closer, to feel your teeth again.

Whimpering now, I try to form the words to tell you that I’m cumming, but none come out and I look down to see you watching me and you know. I feel your fingers sliding between my ass cheeks, your cock filling me deep as one finger slides down the crack of my ass, pressing hard against my ass slit. My orgasm hits at that moment and I cry out, my body tightening, wrapping around you, thrusting wildly, as your finger slips into my ass. I feel you twist the finger around as my whole body shakes and shudders, the pleasure flowing through all my limbs. I dig my nails into your shoulders again and hear you groan and then cry out, too, driving hard into me as you come with me.

I can feel your hot cum hitting the walls of my sensitive pussy, mixing with my juices, your cock pressing deep inside me now as far as you can drive it. Our bodies are slick with sweat as we shake against each other, moaning loudly, the waves of pleasure crashing over us. The smell is intoxicating and I breathe deeply, burying my nose against your neck, trying to pull you so close our bodies will meld.

Breathing hard, I slip my legs off your shoulders and slide them down against your body, hooking them around your legs. You press down on top of me, kissing me, running your tongue across my lips, meeting mine, letting the kiss deepen and express the feelings that words can’t right now.

Pulling slightly back, our lips clinging and then parting, I smile up at you. “Welcome home, my love.”

Do you know the difference between love and lust? I’m really not sure I do. A wise man once said you’re in love when you put her welfare and happiness ahead of yours. I suppose that’s a good enough definition for me. Of course when do you know, in a crunch, that you’d really do that?

Everybody knows what lust is. A desire so strong if you are left without satisfaction you suffer. But you’ll get over it, easily, perhaps just minutes later.

I know what jealousy is. That’s the feeling I had when I found my wife was having an affair. I was hurt, I was angry, I was sure she didn’t love me. When we had the first talk I told her if there was any chance of us saving our relationship, she had to stop; she promised she would. For eight months we worked hard, marriage counselors, long talks at night, weekends at bed and breakfasts. I was almost there, in the times I remembered about her and him I didn’t get quite so perturbed any more. Yes, that’s when I found the hotel room charge on her credit card. That’s jealousy.

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Just a few weeks into my relationship with Alicia, I wondered if what I was feeling was jealousy. I always associated the feeling with love – if you’re not in love, how can you be jealous? But I certainly felt something.

I knew Alicia slept around. I picked her up at a bar one Friday night, a rather plain looking woman, soft auburn hair, almost no makeup, thick lips, austere bifocals. But she filled her blouse out well, when she leaned into me at the bar I could see the lace of her bra. She waited for me to make the offer, her only question was, “Is your place clean?”

“Moderately so.”

“The first thing I’m going to do is go into the bathroom, if the toilet isn’t sparkling you can expect me to leave.”

I shook my head, it’d been a few days since I’d swabbed the floor. “Well, how about your place then?”

“No good. I never invite a guy home, I can’t have any chance of my son figuring it out.”

God, I wanted her. “How about a hotel?”

“Now you’re talking,” she agreed, the nearby Comfort Inn would be fine. “If the room isn’t clean, we can simply ask for another one.”

Shy wasn’t in this girl’s vocabulary. She stripped for me almost immediately, I was delighted by her bare pubes, she knew her way around my cock. I was this close to coming from her blow job at least four times, she kept doing something that blocked me. She couldn’t keep her body still while I ate her, flailing her arms and moaning so loudly I wondered if the people passing by the door could hear. And when she climbed on top of me, started thrashing around on my cock, her glasses slid off her nose and clattered to the floor. But she didn’t stop to worry about that, intent only on her own pleasure. I could hold off only long enough to make sure she was in orgasm.

Her cell had beeped during our struggles, she paused to look at it. “Nothing important,” she admitted, “I had to know if my son needs me. But it’s only a guy, probably looking for a booty call.”

She turned on her stomach, we talked.

“Are you married?” I asked.

“Used to be. Are you?”

“It only lasted a couple of years,” I admitted.

“She was fucking around on you, wasn’t she? How long have you been divorced?”

“Nineteen months. You?”

“Going on five years now. We have a son, nine years old, joint custody. This week he’s at his dad’s place.”

“That’s got to be rough.”

“Not really,” she said. “I divorced him, I was a virgin when we got married and I knew our sex sucked, he didn’t want it to get better. Other issues, too, of course, money and he could be an asshole. So it’s better for my son this way. He’s still got both parents, we both love him, and this way I get to fuck around every other week.”

We started again, it took me another half hour to get ready for the encore, an interlude that suited her perfectly. She responded to my tongue and touches as a trained race horse does, orgasming blazingly. I found her nipples loved to be bitten softly, I found I liked the same treatment. She sucked on my toes, laughing when I shook with tension. When I was finally ready we went through the paces again, she sat on the credenza while I screwed her, she draped herself over the back of the chair spreading her legs around the small of my back. She seemed finally done, she laid sedately on her back while I prodded into her, encouraging me to reach completion once again.

“So how did you get so good at sex?”

“Practice,” Alicia laughed. “Believe it or not, I never had an orgasm until after I got divorced. Not even from masturbation. After we were separated I let this guy take me out, I figured it was time I moved on, and as soon as he put it in me I went off! I wasn’t quite sure what it was, not then, but when we got together a couple weeks later there it was again! And I learned I could bring myself off in bed by myself. Or in the bathtub, or in the living room, or . . . ” She laughed, a soft giggle. “We dated for four months and it escort yenibosna started getting a little serious so I broke it off, and I picked up a guy at a bar one night. Yep, fireworks again. One of my girlfriends who’d been around the block seduced me, and I found out girls can be almost as good as guys. And she explained to me what guys like, she showed me how to give a blowjob to a banana . . . You going to leave now?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“Cool. Buy me breakfast.”

We woke up around four in the morning, it was quick but satisfying. And at nine o’clock, we spent a great fifteen minutes in the shower, then we spent twenty-five on the bed and we showered again. I ran out of condoms, but it turned out she had a three-pack in her purse. “For emergencies,” she tittered.

Over the grand slam, I asked if I could see her that night. “Sorry, I’ve got a date. But here’s my number. Don’t be worried if it takes me a couple of days to get back to you, I don’t want my son to know what his mother does in her spare time.”

I hit the bar again the next night, accompanied by my friend, Jimmy. We made the rounds, I told him about this fantastic brunette who screwed my brains out the night before. We had some luck with this pair of divorcees, and they wanted us to go back to their place. But I wasn’t in the mood. Had I had enough sex for one weekend? That’d never been a problem for me before. I told Jimmy to go ahead without me, he later told me he’d slept with both of them, but Jimmy had a certain lack of preciseness in the story, I assumed he’d struck out.

As I drove home, it wasn’t later than 11:30, I wondered how Alicia’s date was turning out. Was she even then on her knees, letting the other guy stick it to her hard? I wasn’t upset about it or anything, Alicia had been very honest with me about her notions. Still, I sort of wished I was the one with her. I thought about calling her, perhaps the date had gone bad. But I remembered her laughter as she joked about booty calls. Instead I just put ESPN on, let it dull me to sleep.

I gave her a call late Monday night. “Hey, how are you?”

“Just fine. I got Robbie to sleep, just having a glass of wine.”

“Oh, he’s there tonight?”

“Yeah. My ex and I swap off every Sunday night, this is my week.”

“Okay. So, what are you wearing?” I asked.

“Nope, I can’t go there. Robbie’s the most important thing in my life, I don’t take any chances when he’s here.” So I was denied phone sex and sexting. But then I realized all the other guys were denied it too.

“Well, I really had a great time Friday, you were fantastic.”

“You were too,” she complimented, “very stimulating, if you know what I mean.”

We went on to ordinary subjects after that, I found she liked historical movies about the old European kings and queens. That her favorite place to travel to was the mountains in the spring.

After fifteen minutes we wrapped up. “Okay, so listen, I don’t normally talk to guys the week my son’s here. I don’t even answer the phone. But I made an exception in your case, because you’re new and I really like you. What are you doing Sunday night?”

“Nothing. Why?”

“Well, I was hoping we could get together. You don’t know how much I’m in the mood after I have a week with my son.”

“It’s a date! Why don’t you let me buy you dinner . . .”

“. . . That won’t be necessary,” she interrupted. “Why don’t I just pick up something – do you like Chinese? – and I’ll just bring it over to your place.” I agreed rapidly.

I spent much of the weekend scrubbing my apartment, the bathroom glistened. On Saturday I went with Jimmy to our bar and met another woman. She invited me home, I accepted. But my heart wasn’t in it, while we were in the deed she had a rather dead ass. After I dribbled into her listlessly, I made my excuses and left quickly. The girl didn’t expect me to call again, I got the feeling.

Alicia arrived at my place just after seven. She attacked me with kisses, her hand was at my zipper quickly. She let me undress her in the living room, sat on the couch and let me at her clit, bucking and screaming as I ate her. I crawled between her legs, she told me she needed me. Her box was hot, I tried to hold off but it was no use, she bellowed as we screwed. “Go ahead, I know you need to,” she cheered, and I emptied myself into her twat. The whole thing hadn’t lasted more than ten minutes after the door was closed, but it was the best quickie I’ve ever had.

“I’m disappointed,” I said.

“Why? Because I didn’t give you a blow job? There’s plenty of time for that.”

“No, I worked all weekend on my toilet, and you didn’t inspect it.”

We laughed, but she trod nakedly into the bathroom. “I knew it would look great,” she taunted. The spring rolls and cashew chicken was still warm, we ate at the kitchen table in the buff. For the first time I actually took time to look her over. Believe it or bayan escort not, the previous Friday and earlier that evening, I hadn’t concentrated on her features, I was much too intent on using her. Now, I took my time.

She wasn’t a classic beauty. Her face was pear shaped, her jaw jutted a bit. The glasses she always wore could have had more stylish frames. Her hair was a bit too fine, it waved wildly. Her lips were thick, and her smile lacked a glow to it. And yet, her demeanor reeked of sex, of craving. I found myself becoming hard again for her.

She dragged me into the bedroom after the meal, she was hungry for more of me. This time we weren’t trying to set speed records, we kissed fervidly, she pressed her body against mine. Once again I nibbled at her nether region, she bellowed in pleasure. She waved me to kneel above her with my cock at her face. “I want you to come on my tits,” she begged, and then proceeded to let me fuck her mouth, her hands were on my balls and shaft as she licked the tip. It was marvelous, and when I felt the bile rising I backed away and she stroked my cock as it spilled onto her chest and chin. I noticed a glob on her hair, she didn’t seem to mind.

When I was done she collected a wad of it, moved it to her button and used it as natural lubrication as she brought herself off again. I timed it, one-thousand and one, one-thousand and two, and was up to eighty-seven before she opened her eyes and sighed blissfully.

I tried to get her to stick around but she wouldn’t have it. “It’s a school night,” she said, “and I know if I stay we won’t get any sleep and I’ll be worthless tomorrow.”

“How about dinner on Friday?”

“That’d be great. I’ll come over and we can leave from here?”

It was evident I still wasn’t welcome at her place. “That’s fine.”

And she smiled slyly as she picked up her jacket, “Should I bring an overnight bag?”

I tried calling her Wednesday night, around nine, she didn’t pick up. I got the return call on Thursday, we talked for fifteen minutes, she wouldn’t let me invite her over for the night. “No, tomorrow is coming. Try not to jerk off, there’ll be more for me if you don’t,” she laughed.

She arrived at my house around 6:45 in a chic black dress, plenty of cleavage, plenty of leg. “I got it when I was in Vegas last summer,” she explained. I wondered if she’d gotten the pearls at her neck or the expensive diamond earrings the same way.

I had reservations at Ruth Chris, fifty dollar steaks, hundred dollar bottle of wine. ?The whole thing set me back over three hundred bucks, but it was worth it, I wanted this girl to stick around for awhile. She told me some tales about her childhood while we ate. “Really, I was such a good kid. Girl Scout from the time I was nine, got the award for selling the most cookies three years in a row. Didn’t kiss a boy until my junior year. Very religious, Presbyterian, the whole idea of predestination scared the shit out of me. Met my husband just after I got my associate degree, he swept me off my feet. I’ve always told everybody I was a virgin when I was married, but about a month before the wedding we snuck off to a hotel and I left a red stain on the sheet.”

I told her a few tales about me, she told me she thought I had more, but really, I didn’t. I wasn’t any more wild than other kids in high school and college.

“You called me Wednesday night,” she said, “did you want me to come over?” Her eyes bored into me, I didn’t dare color the truth.

“I was hoping,” I admitted.

“I was over at a friend’s place. A guy friend. Listen, I like sex. You know that, even though this is only our third date. Once I found out guys are different, I decided I wanted to try ’em all. And I’ve made a pretty good start. Please don’t ask me how many, I won’t tell you, I’ll never tell you. But I won’t lie to you about it either. I hope you’ll take me home and let me show you how much I like you, this wonderful dinner has earned you whatever you’d like tonight. And I hope we’ll see more of each other. You can call me anytime you want, even late at night on the weeks I don’t have Robbie, and if I’m in the mood I might just swing by your place for a quickie.

“But I’m not a one-woman man, I’m not going to be, at least not for quite a while. If you decide you don’t want me on a part-time basis, that’s okay. If you call me, I’ll pick up the phone. If you don’t I’ll be sorry, but I won’t cry.”

I reacted by asking her, “So tell me more about the time you were in Key West, I’ve always been tempted about going down there for Fantasy Fest . . .”

I took her home, of course, and we made dreamy, burning love. As I ate her at one point I placed a finger near her ass, she deliberately wriggled it until my finger penetrated her asshole, she came hard. At another point, we were in doggy, she was right at the edge of the bed and she slipped off and it was almost mystical. I know I came twice, once after about forty minutes when she was escort kayaşehir in cowgirl, then a couple hours later when we were in a very comfortable position. I really didn’t think two people could screw that hard. We slept, exhausted, naked.

When I woke the next morning I found her in my living room in a thin white robe, her nipples poking holes in the fabric, reading a leather bound book I’d purchased on sale just to make my apartment classier, a cup of coffee at her side. She smiled, I sat beside her, we kissed. “E.F. or F.F.?” she asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Eat First or Fuck First! But I warn you, I’m a little sore this morning, you made me use muscles in some strange ways last night.”

We decided on breakfast, I managed to burn some toast and break a yolk of the eggs. It was going on eleven, we jumped into the shower. She got me to stand with my back to the spigot, kneeled before me and proceeded to give me an excruciatingly perfect blow job. She refused to stop until she got me to come, then seemed to swallow it. When she stood she kissed me, I could tell not all of it was down her throat, it was rather exciting in a strange way to be tasting my own sperm.

She let me play with her body on the bed, but it seemed just for forms sake, she didn’t seem to come. Not that she didn’t encourage me, and she said she enjoyed it.

As we dressed, she’d brought jeans, a blouse and a change of underwear, I said, “Why don’t you spend tonight, too?”

She gazed at me wistfully. “You’d really like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

She didn’t answer me for a few moments, fiddling with her overnight bag, then took her cell out of her purse. She made a call, the person on the other end apparently answered quickly. “Hey, Herb, it’s Alicia . . . yeah, just fine, you? . . . hey, would you mind if I took a rain check for tonight . . . thanks for understanding, bye!” Turning to me, she asked, “So, what are we going to do today?”

We decided to head for the cultural district, I found out she liked bumming around art galleries. We stopped by a supermarket on the way home, picked up chicken and salad for dinner, and she put a few more things in the cart. And she wouldn’t let me insert my credit card into the machine. “My treat. If I pay for another thirty dinners like this, we’ll be even for what you spent last night.”

At my place she turned me onto an old series on Netflix, we ate dinner in front of the TV, of course we made love again in the living room on the couch, it was no less exciting for feeling a little domestic. The next morning I found out she was skilled at making omelettes, we hung out until two when she said she really had to be going, she was picking Robbie up at five.

I asked her if we were going to see each other again, she said, “You’ve got my phone number. Feel free to call anytime starting next Sunday night.” A final lingering kiss, she was gone.

That week, did I have hopes? Of course I did, I was in the early throes of infatuation. If ever there was a perfect woman for me, it was Alicia. I could picture us sitting down to dinner every night, asking about how the day had gone. I thought of vacations in the Rockies. My mind wandered to the wonders of her body, and even more to the intelligence of her brain. Yes, every now and again I recalled her manifesto that she wasn’t a one woman man, but I was able to conveniently turn my attention from that.

Tuesday I gave her a call. In response, I got a simple text. ‘Not when I’ve got Robbie. Call me Sunday night.’

And on Sunday night, at 6:45, I dialed her number. “Hi, so glad you called,” I heard her say in her cheerful contralto, “mind if I stop over there tonight?” Of course I told her to get her ass over. The very first thing she did was stride into the bathroom, take a good look around, then say to me, “God, after a week without anything, all I want is a good hard one. Get your ass in the bedroom.” We screwed, a quickie full of her screams, then a naked sandwich eaten on the bed, then we returned to purpose A – I’m pretty sure that was the first time she lubed her back hole up and let me in there.

By 10:00, she was dressing, and I asked, “So, this coming weekend?”

“Sorry, an old friend is coming into town. He booked a room at the McKinley, we’ve got tickets to Hamilton. I could see you Thursday night, would you like that?”

My hopes were dashed. “Let me think about it.”

“Okay, I’ll keep it open, let me know.”

I gave her a call on Wednesday, asked her if she wanted to grab dinner on Thursday. She merrily said she would, she showed up at the Chili’s wearing a very sexy top, we wound up back at my place for an hour and a half. I was satisfied, but not.

I stewed that weekend, the weekend I knew she lingered in a luxury suite with that old flame of hers, screwing his brains out, not mine. Maybe that’s the first time jealousy over her hit me in the stomach. Over scotch I told Jimmy about it and he tried to talk sense into me. “She told you she wasn’t a one man girl!”

“Yeah, I know.”

“She told you she’s not the marrying kind.”

“A guy can hope, can’t he?”

“Not about her, you can’t. Maybe in a year or two. But not now. You hardly really know her,” he pointed out. “If you get in her face about it she’ll give you the old heave-ho.”