My take on taking advantage of the need to relieve sexual tension during the coivid-19 lockdown. Everyone in the story is over eighteen. Comments and votes are greatly appreciated.

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Like many others, I was stuck at home alone due to the coronavirus or as President Trump liked to call it the Chinese Virus. From there, I started thinking about the apocryphal Chinese Curse, ‘May you live in interesting times.’ In fact, it turns out the saying is of English origin and no actual Chinese source has ever been produced.

But the idea of finding my ‘blessing in disguise’ stayed in the back of my mind. I sat back for a break to surf the porn net and started thinking of all the others who, like me, were in seclusion ranging from self isolation to quarantine. They would be a little bit frustrated and with time on their hands so to speak, while at the same time my own hands were busy relieving the stress brought on from watching an especially hot bisexual mfm scene. It could have stopped there, but as I was cleaning up, a trailer for Ready Player One flashed across my video monitor. That was my Eureka moment, when I started thinking about the possibility of merging Virtual Reality and sex aids. The rest, as they say, is history.

With the covid-19 lockdown, there were tens of thousands of suddenly unemployed young millennials, gen Xers and even some boomers waiting for their two grand from Uncle Sam. If I could put together an affordable integration of VR and ‘personal pleasure toys’ it could provide gratification to those in isolation, make a little coin for me, and at the same time help hatay escort in maintaining social distancing.

In reviewing the VR domain, it was obvious that at present, there was nothing close to the Ready Player One suits and decks. Some of the newer high-end suits were definitely on the right track but they were way out of the price range of my target demographic. Accordingly, rather than a full-on Harry Potter flying broomstick Quidditch experience, I wanted to use existing commercial VR headsets and 3D sex porn to provide optical and auditory stimulation, which would then be integrated with programmable remote sex toys to provide a visual, acoustic and physically tactile experience focused on the genital and erogenous zones to relieve built-up sexual frustration.

I can operate a computer and find my way through most of the apps on my cell phone, but I am not a programmer. However, thanks to my misspent first year at the college, I had come across a few whiz kids who both partied and flew through first year. In particular, I remembered Fred Appy, a poor card player who always seemed to have money to lose because he had a side business designing and programming websites and apps for local businesses. We’d visited the occasional strip bar together and I knew that Fred too had a penchant for porn sites. So, I shot him a kik asking if he could program an android app to sync input from a VR headset to remote control sex toys down below. He replied with a three-page email, which boiled down to yes but they had to be Bluetooth 4.0 and above. After a few more ığdır escort emails and video conferences, our new enterprise was born.

As the largest erogenous zone in a human being lies between the ears, a good headset with above average video and sound was crucial to my proposed VR erogination. As most of my target clientele were financially strapped, few would have the computers required for the high-end VR input. Many would be gamers and would have game consoles, but the gaming platforms were brand specific. However, virtually all would have cell phones and most of these would be android. Several online reviews gave surprisingly good marks to an android coupled headset. You could download the VR porn on your laptop, copy it to a memory stick and run it from your android phone. We purchased a couple of units to test it with some of the available VR porn and even without the stimulation down under, it kept me rock hard for the duration of the show. In fact, to paraphrase Tom Waits, I barely managed to refrain from taking advantage of myself. Additionally, many sex toys could be controlled from an android phone. So, both a platform and accessories were available, the problem was to get them to talk to each other to maintain and enhance the user’s pleasure. But for Appy this was a piece of cake.

As our initial target market was male, penile stimulation was paramount. In assessing available options Fred and I both agreed that a cock sleeve would provide the most complete coverage. They were a bit pricey, but cock was the crux of our client’s focus and both the soft and ısparta escort hardware had to be top drawer. Plus, there were at least two good models available. Both could be android controlled and had sync capability. Appy was ecstatic and noted that the same firms also had an inbox stuffed with similar products for women which could double our market penetration.

We were less sure about anal toys but decided that in Greece do as the Greeks do. Again, the toy manufacturers had a range of products available. In the end, we decided to go with a combination butt plug and prostate stimulator to provide the most complete whole-body experience. We debated adding nipple clamps but decided to hold off on them to start, letting our clients handle that erogenous zone manually.

A few weeks later we had completed beta tests on ourselves and some friends and arranged mutually acceptable agreements with the manufacturers and distributors of our featured toys. Initial test market launches were going well, and we’d made arrangements to sell Appy’s Handy App though several download sites. The first week was slow but then sales soared with no sign of curve flattening yet.

Then the toy makers remarked that many of our clients had wearable fitness tracking devices which measured body movement, pulse and breathing rates and in some cases more. They asked if Fred could modify the app to include this feedback. Appy thought this was a great idea and then threw in an AI program to use this feedback to maximize the time the client would be on the verge of climax: edging he called it.

Two days later, Fred died of a massive stroke while working with the app in alpha testing. It might have been the virus, but we were unable to get him tested post-mortem. However, he had a smile on his face, and it was decided not to release the enhanced product until all the bugs are worked out.

Author’s Note: This is my very first erotic story ever so would appreciate any and all feedback you might have. Hope you enjoy it.

Acknowledgements: Credit to ‘naughtynotnaked’ for challenging me to write an erotic story based on a photograph. That was one hell of a photograph girl. 😉

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The summer heat was starting to get to her. The prospect of spending her summer here, pursuing her internship was beginning to seem dreary. She got up from the bed, wiped the sweat off her forehead and walked over to the switch. She turned on the ceiling fan and adjusted the air conditioner to a cooler setting. Walking over to the window, she split the curtains apart with her hand and peeped out at the still moonless night. She just stood there awhile, letting her thoughts wander. Her train of thought was interrupted by the muted buzzing of her phone.

Her spirits lifted momentarily. She quickly walked over to her bedside table and picked up her phone; hoping against hope that it was a text from him. She imagined Caleb on the other end, hastily texting her an apology for the way he’d reacted to her plans to spend the summer in Florida. Her hopes shattered as yet another silly promotional message from AT&T popped up in her messages. She threw her phone onto the bed in disappointment.

She wiped the sweat off her brow again. Her breasts bounced briefly as she took off her tank top and threw it aside. She looked down at her perky breasts and cupped them with her hands, giving them a squeeze. She loved the way her breasts remained firm and shapely without a bra. She sat back down on her bed and lifted her legs up, pulling her shorts off. They joined her tank top on the floor. Naked, she spread herself out under the ceiling fan and sighed; finally feeling the cool air on her skin. She gave her phone a wistful look, wishing it would ring soon. She’d imagined Caleb calling her in the dead of the night to make up. She was dying to hear his voice, dying to hear him say how much he loved her and wanted to be with her. But what she was dying to hear the most, was him telling her how he wanted to fuck her in hushed, breathless sentences as he stroked his big, fat cock for her.

The memories of all the things they’d done together made her reach for her phone. She found his number quickly enough but stopped herself just in time as she remembered him calling her a selfish, heartless bitch for wanting to be here. Would it kill him to be supportive of me just this once, she wondered. She closed her contact list quickly as her anger resurfaced and threatened to overwhelm her. Looking down at her naked body in the dark, her thumb briefly hovered over the VLC player in her phone. She’d downloaded a lesbian foursome the other day and somehow hadn’t gotten eskişehir escort around to watching it yet. As she contemplated watching porn, her eyes also went to the Whisper icon right beside VLC. One post on Whisper and she’d have a thousand guys lining up for her phone number and address; depending on what she wanted out of the night. One post on Whisper and she’d have guys bigger and leaner than Caleb kneeling at her feet, begging her. She really felt like she needed, nay deserved a good cock tonight.

She imagined a lean, tall guy with his long black hair tied up neatly in a man-bun, coming through her door as she lay there on her bed. She pictured the lust and passion in his eyes as his eyes fell on her nakedness for the first time; imagined his breath catch as his eyes fell on her nipples and the droplets of arousal glistening on the hair that barely covered her pussy.

Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of her face as her breathing quickened and her hand began cupping and squeezing her boobs rhythmically. Her other hand started caressing her neck and shoulders as a quiet moan escaped her lips. She closed her eyes as her hand made its way down her body to her thighs, running up and down her length. She imagined that that was her man, feeling his way up to the heaven between her legs. Her breath caught as her hand- his hand- made contact with her glistening pussy. Her hand was now starting to move on her pussy in gentle circles, rubbing the beginnings of her arousal all around it. Using her index and middle finger, she began to rub her labia a little harder, starting to enjoy the sensations coursing through her body. Meanwhile, her hand began to pull on her nipples, pinching them again and again.

Another moan escaped her lips, a little louder this time. She spread her legs further apart, relaxing her body completely as her hands began to play with her clit. Pressing down on her little pink nub hard and then rubbing it in quick but gentle circles, she could feel her pussy beginning to gush now. Her breath began to come in gasps as her head rolled back onto the bed in pleasure. She then began to rub her clit blindingly fast in a sideways, swiping motion. The smell of her arousal filled the air, the sound of her wet pussy squishing delightfully grew louder as she really got into the act. She brought her legs together and squeezed them as she continued rubbing her clit; her squeezed legs amplifying the waves of pleasure radiating from her sex.

Her arousal building, she got up and turned around, presenting her sexy ass to her bedroom wall. Down on all fours, she imagined her man getting up behind her and giving her pussy a nice rub before slowly putting his cock inside her. Right now all she gaziantep escort could think of was getting fucked from behind like a dirty little whore. She spanked herself hard a few times, the whip-like cracks filling the room as she moaned softly and pushed her other hand deep inside her warm, wet, waiting pussy. Starting with two fingers, she began to thrust in and out of her pussy hard and fast; just how she liked it. She imagined her man grabbing her neck from behind and tilting her face slightly to kiss her lips as his hips bucked against her; his cock slipping smoothly in and out coated in her juices. She felt his hands grab her boobs and squeeze them; imagined him using her boobs for grip as he matched his thrusts perfectly to hers. Her ass cheeks shook in waves with each thrust of her hand and the bed began to vibrate and creak as she sped up on herself.

She stayed like that for a few minutes, her head resting on her pillow, her butt up in the air as she fingered herself hard and fast while playing with her boobs. As she felt her orgasm approach, she stopped. Her fingers still inside her, she breathed deeply. As she moved a little to adjust her position, a soft moan instantly escaped her lips. She could feel her pussy dripping all over her hand now and her nipples felt like bullets- hard and erect. Enjoying herself, she began to finger herself a little slower now. She could feel the pleasure build and knew it would overwhelm her soon. Tethering on the cusp of a crushing orgasm, she stroked herself just hard enough to keep herself wet but not hard enough to cum from it. Edging, she kept her eyes closed as she focused on the pleasure she was feeling, forgetting the heat and the stress of her relationship. She stayed like that for a few minutes, entering an almost meditative state of relaxation.

But soon the whore within her began to take over. Veering her away from the calm pleasure that had been guiding her so far, her hands began to move faster once more. She opened her eyes and began to look around her room as she thought of ways she could make this better for herself. A wide smile spread across her face as her eyes came to a rest on her hairbrush. She reached out and grabbed it from her bedside table. She put the fat round handle of her hairbrush in her mouth and sucked and licked it hard, making sure to get it good and wet. She imagined her man standing in front of her, his cock erect, as she brought her face down on her hairbrush. A minute or two of sucking and the hairbrush was dripping with her saliva. She could have stopped then and moved on to the obvious, but she was a whore in heat now. Pushing the hairbrush deeper inside her mouth she began to gag on it, filling her pussy and mouth at the giresun escort same time. She moaned and dripped all over that hairbrush as she indulged her inner whore.

She felt her orgasm close now, a lot closer than before. She stopped fingering herself and instead switched her hairbrush to her other hand and shoved it deep inside her in one smooth motion. The pleasure was immediate and she moaned loudly- a sharp gasp followed by a longer self-indulgent groan- as the hairbrush sank deep inside her dripping pussy. Her ass began to vibrate with lust as she started thrusting the hairbrush inside her hard and fast. As the handle began to drip with her juices, she felt her first orgasm hit her. It hit her unexpectedly; as if she’d been suddenly smacked by a bus while crossing an empty street. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned a shrill screech that faded to silence as it reached a crescendo. Her knees fell under her and she crashed onto the bed, breathing heavily.

On an ordinary night this would have been her cue to fall asleep but this was no ordinary night. She rolled onto her side and lifted on leg slightly as she stuck the hairbrush back in, inside her. She imagined her man spooning her, his lips on hers, his hands on her boobs, as he fucked her. It would be a slow fuck, a contrast to the one they’d had earlier. This one would be all about intimacy; about feeling each other close, about feeling loved. She thrust the hairbrush in and out of her pussy at a slow rhythm and played with her boobs. But soon, as the whore resurfaced, that hand wandered down and began circling her butt hole. She’d never had anything in there before but tonight she wanted it. Her hand circled her butt teasingly before poking at it with a finger. She was so turned on, her butt hole was widened already. As she poked harder her finger began to slip in bit by bit until it was halfway in. Her breath caught and she gasped as her hairbrush went still deeper and her finger began to fill up her butt. She paused for a moment, taking in the pleasure coursing through her body.

And then she gave in to the whore. Her hands became a blur, the hairbrush became a piston pumping her wet cunt and her finger became a drill serving her most carnal desires. And that’s when her second orgasm hit her. This was milder than her first but it left her feeling horny for more. She removed her hand from her butt and began to twiddle her clit as hard and fast as her sensitive nub would allow. The sound of the hairbrush thrusting in and out of her pussy filled the room, drowning out her horny whimpers. And then she moaned louder than she ever had- practically screaming in pleasure (a sound that would have given anyone within earshot a mini-orgasm) as her third and final orgasm overcame her. The waves of pleasure kept crashing at her for what felt like hours as she lost all sense of time and place. Her eyes closed, her legs squeezed tightly, almost possessively around the hairbrush impaled deep inside her gushing, pulsating pussy, she had no idea when her orgasm ended and when sleep overcame her at last.

This story picks up at the end of “Six Floors Down”.

I lied in bed thinking about my morning with my bikini girl. I knew it was real, but it just seemed too much like a fleeting memory. Almost like a ghost had swept in and, well, taken mind-blowingly good care of my penis.

But, there was the promise of another round to sustain me. If she was serious about continuing tomorrow morning, I had only mere hours to wait. I tossed and turned most of the night, able to think of nothing else but my bikini girl. Her perfect breasts. Her radiant skin. Her graceful hands and feet. Her tanned midriff. And her eyes. I felt like after looking into her bright blue eyes, I would never be able to look into another woman’s eyes again without feeling disappointed.

Seven a.m. finally rolled around, and I pulled the phone from my night table and called my boss, leaving a message on his voice mail that I had been up all night with a bug and wouldn’t be in today. It wasn’t a total lie. I was up all night. And, if you consider lust for a woman more than ten years my junior a bug, I was telling the complete truth.

I jumped in the shower, got dressed, and sprinted to the kitchen window. My heart sank when I saw the steady drizzle streaking the window panes and bouncing off the small puddles that had formed on the lounge in bikini girl’s backyard. I hadn’t accounted for rain. What does this mean? If she can’t lie out in her micro-bikini teasing me, maybe there is nothing in it for her, sexually, and she wouldn’t be coming over. It was a real possibility, since she obviously got aroused by showing off. What if it was true? What if I didn’t see her again for days? Or, worse, what if with the passing days the momentum slipped away, and she moved on, and I would never, ever be in the same room with her again? That thought depressed me.

Distraught, I moved to the living room couch (yes, the very couch where my bikini girl had put on her show for me), and sulked. The lack of sleep and disappointment must have taken their toll, and I dozed off.

About 9:30 a.m., I was awoken by a soft knocking on the front door. The knocking was so subtle it took a few moments to register, invading my sleep almost as part of a dream, and then slowly awakening me into the realization that the knocking was real. I jumped up and sprinted to the door. When I opened it, there was my bikini girl standing before me, wet from the rain and wearing a rain slicker. The way the rain had wet her hair and caused drops of water to run down her face made her look, if possible, even more beautiful than she had yesterday. She looked angelic.

She was also somewhat unaware of the power she had over me. She smiled and gave a very casual, perky “Hi!,” and stepped into the apartment like she had been over a thousand times. She took two steps in, kicked off her flip-flops, dropped a small backpack on the floor, and took off her rain coat, hanging it on a hook on the door so that it wouldn’t get the whole apartment wet. Beautiful and thoughtful.

She was dressed very differently than yesterday, but not one iota less sexy, in a simple yellow sleeveless sundress that ended well above her knees. I wanted so badly to reach under her dress, feel her skin, and see if she had anything on under the dress. I didn’t see any panty lines, and her breasts looked full and heavy in the dress, so I was guessing that the sundress was the only thing that stood between me and her complete nakedness.

As I stared, a huge smile came across bikini girl’s face, and I again became aware that I was staring at her.

“What?” I asked.

“The way you stare at me, I was trying to decide if it was cute or creepy. I’ve decided to go with cute.”

“Good choice.”

And with that, she launched herself forward and started kissing me deeply and passionately. Her tongue searched the inside of my mouth, and I happily swished my tongue against hers. She tasted fantastic, like a combination of mint and citrus. Her hands roamed through my hair and over my back, and her touch was so alluringly feminine. I moved my hands, first over her back, then down to that perfect butt of hers. I was right. No bra. No panties, unless it was the tiniest of g-strings.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, she subtly started moving her foot under the cuff of my jeans, rubbing it up and down on my bare ankle and calf. My knees were getting weak, but my passion was stoked, and my hands started moving faster over her, until I reached under the back of her dress and cupped her bare cheeks in my hands. No sign of a g-string. Just her soft, tight, perfect flesh. My hands moved around her ass as we continued our passionate kissing, and she continued working my leg with her foot and my hair with her hand.

We finally broke off the kiss. Bikini girl had the sweetest smile on her face. It turned me on so. I wanted to rip her dress off and touch her all over. But first, a thought crossed my mind, and I kind of blurted out:

“I don’t even know your name.”

“Megan.”

“Gary.”

“Nice diyarbakır escort to meet you.”

“You have no idea.”

And with that, I launched myself back at my bikini … I mean, Megan. I started kissing her while at the same time reaching under her dress again and firmly grabbing her ass. She sensed where I was going and jumped forward, wrapping her legs around my waist. Of course, by now, my dick had lengthened and hardened to its full six inches and though concealed in my pants was running along Megan’s ass, causing Megan to let out a long, content groan while we kissed.

Without our lips or tongues losing contact, I carried Megan to the couch and dropped her on it. In my passion, I may not have been as careful as I should have been, and she landed with a bit of a thud. But, she just laughed, like someone who had just been on a roller coaster, and looked up at me with a smile filled with joy and lust that made me insane.

I fell to my knees and moved my hands up her thighs, moving the dress up so I could get a look at that incredible pussy of hers. And there it was, the little tuft of blonde hair above her clit, beckoning me to the toned, sexy midriff above, and her ripe, wet slit below. I wanted, really needed, to see more, so after rubbing the tops of her thighs a bit with my palms, I reached behind her and unzipped the sundress, letting it fall forward a bit, revealing the sides of her full melons.

She eagerly shrugged the sundress off, letting it fall forward, exposing her breasts to me. Her nipples were already hard, and I wanted so badly to launch into them with my tongue, licking and sucking them until we were both sore. But, I had vowed that if I got another chance, I would take things slowly. So, I started sliding her dress off, and Megan helped by lifting up her butt. I pulled the dress down over her legs and feet, until she was completely naked in front of me.

I took a moment to savor her beauty and sexiness, and I couldn’t help but smile widely.

I was about to move forward to kiss, lick and suck every inch of her body, especially the areas I had dreamed about yesterday, when she put one hand on my shoulders, placed one finger under my chin and lifted my face to hers.

“Did you like the show yesterday?”

“I think I showed you how much.”

“You certainly did.”

Megan leaned forward and pecked me on the lips. I wanted so much more, and she knew it, but she moved back to continue her line of questioning.

“Don’t you think I should get a turn?”

“Oh. Sure. But I promise you, the sight of me jerking off is not nearly as sexy as the sight of you using a vibrator on yourself.”

“I don’t think so. Especially if you use what’s in my backpack.”

Her eyes moved to the backpack on the floor by the door. I moved over to the backpack and brought it back to her. One thing I learned a long time ago is that you should never, ever reach into a woman’s bag. No good can come from knowing what’s in there.

Megan reached into the backpack and pulled out a latex replica of a woman’s crotch, complete with a small tuft of blonde pubic hair. From the signature on the back, it apparently was a representation of Savannah Samson. I have watched a little porn in my time, but not enough to know most of the stars. But, I had seen Savannah Samson on Howard Stern’s show, and if there was a woman out there who could rival Megan for sex appeal, I think Savannah is as close as anyone will ever get.

But, to be honest, why would I want to fuck latex when there was a beautiful, sexy and naked girl across from me?

“I think it is a huge turn-on to watch a guy pleasure himself, especially if he uses a toy.”

Oh, that’s why. After all the enjoyment Megan had given me, who was I to turn her down?

I pulled a chair across from the couch like I had yesterday, and I placed Savannah’s crotch on it. I then started to pull my t-shirt over my head, but before I could get it all the way over, Megan was on her knees unbuttoning my fly and unzipping my jeans. By the time my shirt was off, my jeans were crumpled at my ankles. Megan lifted one foot and pulled off the jeans and my sock, and then did the same with the other foot. She then ran her hands up my legs until she reached my boxer briefs.

She ran her hands up under the leg holes of the boxer briefs so that her palms ran over the front of my thighs until her delicate finger tips moved along the side of cock and landed in my pubic hair. She had managed to caress the whole area without touching my dick or balls. I was so aroused.

Megan then moved her hands back down. She tucked her fingers under the waistband on my hips and moved the boxer briefs down until my erect cock popped out and bounced right at her face level. She paused for a split second to tease me before moving her face and hands down until the boxer briefs were on the floor around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and, with a huge edirne escort smile on her face, Megan leaned back on the couch, spread her legs, and watched me.

Her hand moved slowly around her stomach to just below her full breasts just above her little tuft of pubic hair.

Looking at her gaping pussy, not to mention the rest of this perfect creature, and seeing her delicately teasing her belly skin, I was erect as I would ever be.

Megan suddenly reached into the backpack and pulled out a bottle of Astroglide. She tossed it to me.

“This will help.”

I put some of the lubricant in my hand and then ran it up and down the length of my shaft. I then took Savannah’s pussy and positioned it over my cock. As I moved the latex toy down my shaft, I was surprised at how good it felt on me. I started working it up and down, keeping a steady but slow pace. I hadn’t decided yet if I was going to cum from this, and I wanted to give myself the chance to have something left to give to Megan.

As I continued fucking my cock with Savannah’s pussy, Megan moved from the couch and sat on the floor so that her face was inches from my cock and the latex toy. She stared as my cock disappeared into the fake pussy, and her face showed a combination of fascination and lust. It was clear she really got off on watching this.

“Faster.”

I wanted to please her, so I started moving Savannah faster on my cock.

“Faster.”

Done. Savannah was now slamming down on me with a speed and force that could not be done by an actual woman, at least not without causing me serious internal injuries.

Megan was concentrating so hard on the action, and she was getting even more aroused. She had one hand running through my hair, while the other rubbed and pulled on her nipples.

I so wanted to help her, but I knew my job at the moment was to put on this show for her. I continued the assault on my cock with Savannah’s pussy. Megan started rooting me on.

“Yeah. That’s right. Yeah. Do it. Do it.”

Megan had also started furiously rubbing her clit, rubbing her finger in circles right on the button. For such a sweet, delicate, feminine girl, she was very rough with her nipples and clit. That combination was a huge turn-on for me.

I could feel myself getting close, and I had figured out by now that she wanted me to cum using Savannah’s pussy. But did she want to see it? I figured she’d let me know.

“I’m going to cum.”

“Good. Do it. And right before, move Savannah and let me see it.”

She rubbed her clit harder and faster, and now she was emitting those sexy, breathy “ahs” that I remembered from yesterday indicated impending orgasm. After a little bit more time, she grabbed my shoulder with one hand to steady herself, and her “ahs” got louder and faster. I new it was time. Her face screwed into concentration and her body started convulsing in orgasm. I could see her muscles clenching and releasing. The “ahs” finally died down, and she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

The sexy sight of her cumming, along with feeling it through her hand on my shoulder, pretty much put me over the edge. After she opened her eyes, I stroked my cock three or four more times with Savannah’s pussy, and then lifted it up just in time for my cock to send a stream of semen straight up in the air. Three more followed, each decreasing in height, until my stomach and thighs were covered in droplets of my cum. Megan smiled at me and started gently rubbing the cum into my skin.

“That was so freaking hot.”

“I’m glad you liked it. I had quite a sight to inspire me.”

“Come on.”

Megan took my hand and we made our way to the shower. I ran the water, made sure it was hot, and we stepped inside. She carefully cleaned all the cum off my body, and I ran my soap covered hands all over her. We stepped out, clean and fresh, and I started toweling her off. Her hair, freshly wet again, gave her that angelic look once more. I just stared at her face with those amazing eyes of hers, as well as her body. I thought to myself that she was as perfect a woman I had ever seen, seemingly inside and out.

“Ahem.”

Oh, I was staring again. This could start getting embarrassing.

“I’m still sticking with cute over creepy, but what gives with the staring? Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?”

“Not one as incredibly beautiful as you.”

Megan’s expression changed. Did I freak her out? Apparently not. She launched into a deep kiss, with me meeting her tongue movement for tongue movement. Our hands roamed over each other’s naked body. I decided it was my turn to do what I had been wanting to do since she came through the door yesterday.

I picked her up again with her legs wrapped around me, and I carried her to my bedroom. I could feel her pussy lips on my pubic hair and I loved it. I gently set her on the edge of my bed.

“Much better.”

“I’m a quick learner.”

“I can tell.”

I took a second edirne escort bayan to look at this naked, sexy woman on the edge of my bed, leaning back on her elbows, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breathing, those arresting blue eyes looking up at me, her electric smile, legs dangling over the edge, her perfect feet just making it to the carpet. I then moved forward and continued kissing her. We traded saliva for a while, but I was intent on my goals. I started kissing down her body, but I knew I was going to avoid her nipples and pussy. It was my turn to do some teasing.

I started nibbling on her neck, inhaling her clean scent. I ran my tongue around her soft skin and took her earlobe in my mouth. After kissing and nibbling on it a bit, I exhaled hot air onto it. Megan moaned in pleasure.

I kissed down the center of her chest, between her beautiful breasts, but I didn’t touch them at all. I ran my tongue over her navel until I reached her little tuft of blonde pubic hair. I ran my nose over the tuft of hair, and she prepared for me to begin stimulating her where it counted most. She was in for a surprise.

I lifted up my head slightly so that I was an inch or two from her beautiful, wet, engorged, pussy, but I didn’t make any contact at all. I’m sure she could feel my breath on her, and I think it drove her a little crazy. I could smell her, and it was making me lustful beyond belief.

She let out a low, plaintive groan, like she had figured out what I was doing and realized it would be a little while before she got some relief. But, she didn’t move or complain. I loved that she had faith that what I had in store for her was worth it.

My lips landed on her beautiful thigh, and my hands took hold of the backs of her knees. I love the soft skin there, and I have found that women love being touched there. I massaged the backs of her knees as I kissed down her legs and over her defined calves. When I got to her ankle, I extended my tongue, licking my way around. She squealed a little.

“That tickles!”

“Does that mean you want me to stop?”

“No way.”

“Didn’t think so.”

Megan flashed that sexy-sweet smile of hers, and I continued working on her ankles, eliciting giggles of pleasure from her. Then, when I think she thought I was going to work my way back up, I lifted my head up and moved my hands down to her foot.

As I said, she had the most perfect feet I had ever seen in my life. There wasn’t a hint of callus anywhere on her toes or heels. Her toes were perfectly in proportion, and her feet weren’t too big or too small. They were tanned, and the skin was soft. And, the purple polish on her toes was a sexy, sweet and slightly mischievous bit of icing on the cake.

I started running my hands on the souls of her left foot. She closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure.

“That feels so good.”

Little did she know, I was just starting. I started rubbing a little harder, kneading the muscles in the bottom of her foot. I then slowly bent back her big toe, stretching it while continuing to rub the bottom of her foot. She let out a bigger moan and looked down at me with a look of lust.

I then moved each toe back the same way, on both feet, while continuing to rub the bottom of her feet. Her moans intensified. Anyone in the next room would have thought the woman making these sounds was having her clit sucked, not getting a foot rub.

“This is such a turn-on. Nobody has ever rubbed my feet like this before.”

I just smiled. I’m sure she thought I was done with her feet and was going to work my way back up, but I had one more surprise in store for her.

I took the tip of her big toe in my mouth and exhaled hot breath over it. She let out the loudest moan yet.

“Oh, fuck, that is so good. I’ve never had my toes sucked before. I ‘m so wet right now, you have no idea.”

I swirled my tongue over her toe pad and breathed hot air again. She moaned intensely again.

I gave each of her toes the same treatment, her loud and guttural moaning continuing to intensify.

When I finished her last toe, she grabbed me by the hair. She got a huge smile on her face and said with a passionate, husky voice:

“If you don’t get to my pussy in the next ten seconds, I’m getting my vibrator and doing it myself.”

I knew I had teased her enough. She was flush and it seemed like her whole body was on pins and needles. I kissed, licked and sucked my back up her left ankle, left calf, and left inner thigh, until I got a whiff of her. I knew she was turned on. Megan had a fairly light smell to her pussy, but it was distinctive. I don’t know if it was some kind of product she used, or she was naturally endowed, but no woman I had ever been with had smelled that good. But when I got close to her crotch, the alluring smell was the strongest it had ever been.

When I finally reached her pussy lips, they were engorged and protruding, and she was as wet as she said. It looked like we were still in the shower.

I ran my tongue strongly up her slit. She let out a moan of relief and arousal.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep going.”

I licked up and down several times, using a lot of pressure, and then I plunged my tongue inside of her hard. She let out an “unh” sound, followed by a moan.

“Darcy’s getting married.”

The news shocked me so much I can’t even recall who first told me. Darcy, getting married? Darcy, the freakiest sexual animal I had ever encountered on the face of the planet, getting married? Darcy, the ‘I can never get enough’ queen set to try and get enough from just one man? Darcy, the… well, you get the point.

I thought about it for days. It nagged at me like a splinter lodged in my little finger. Everywhere I went, when I was in the car, when I was out walking, when I was sitting on the pot taking a shit – I tried to get my mind around it.

Sure it had been some years since I last saw her, even longer since I’d spoken to her, and I know people change. But Darcy being a tame housewife seemed about as likely as the theory of evolution.

Something nagged at me. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I kept thinking over and over in my mind that there was something that I should be remembering – some vital part of our history together that I should be remembering. For all I was worth, I just couldn’t.

Then one day when I was standing in line at the grocery store I looked over and saw that they were selling movie’s now, in a little stand by the check out. What an odd place to sell DVD’s, I thought to myself – and then WHAM, it hit me.

I raced home and threw only the ice cream into the freezer, everything else could wait, and tore up my stairs like a man possessed. When I reached the attic I started frantically searching through boxes, looking for one that I had long since packed away and forgotten.

When I found the box I had been searching for, I knew it immediately. I tore the packing tape off the lid, rifled through some detritus that I had used to cover the true treasure hidden within and found the three VHS tapes I had tucked away.

All three were unlabeled and the initial tape I put in the player, while containing some rather exciting footage, was not the tape I was looking for. On my second try I hit pay dirt.

The camera shook and the picture was initially fuzzy, then it steadied and the image came into focus. The view swung up from the floor onto a bed, mine from long ago, on which sat Darcy, naked except for a pair of ultra-short shorts.

Her amazing legs were splayed out in front of her and her heavy breasts lay against her chest unencumbered. The camera zoomed in on her feet, with her pretty painted toes and started its way up her legs toward her pussy. It took it’s time going, giving me a good view of the legs that I had enjoyed being between so many times.

Up over her tiny shorts it went, to her flat stomach and to her breasts. I had zoomed in on each in turn, giving me a good look at her impressive tits and dark nipples. When I reached her face she was smiling and licking her lips the way she did when she was in the mood to fuck.

“I want to fuck you,” she said appropriately enough.

From off camera came my voice. “First, let me watch you for a little bit.”

Darcy’s lips formed an ‘o’ and her eyes narrowed. “What would you like to watch me do?”

“I’d like to watch you play with your toys.”

“Which of my toys would you like to see me play with?” she said reaching out of the frame into the nightstand that housed our little play things. “How about this?” she asked holding a large dildo.

“Yes.”

She reached into the drawer again and came out with a string of anal beads. “What about these?”

“Definitely those.”

“Anything else?”

“Mmmhmm, all the rest of them too.”

She smiled a temptress’s elazığ escort smile. “You bad boy,” she said as she removed the rest of the toys along with a bottle of lubricant. She spread them out on the bed before her like she was at a picnic.

“So mister director, what would you like me to do now?” she asked.

“I want to see you rub your pussy. Get yourself ready to play with your toys.”

She adjusted the pillows on my bed so she could lay back against them and still look at the camera. One hand moved to caress her breasts, the other moved down her torso toward her shorts. She slipped her hand down the front of her shorts and I could see that underneath the thin material she was rubbing her pussy. Darcy tilted her head back and moaned softly.

For a while all she did was rub and all I did was watch. “Take off your shots,” I finally said and she complied with my order. She looked at me expectantly. “Keep doing what you were doing.” Darcy resumed rubbing her pussy. I zoomed in between her legs and watched her gently rubbing her hairless pussy. Her lips were soft and puffy, a sure sign of her excitement.

After several minutes of rubbing Darcy slowly slid her middle finger into her pussy and pushed it deep inside. Another little moan escaped her. She removed her finger for a moment and I could see that it was covered with her wetness, then it disappeared inside of her once again and she began to work her finger back and forth. A few minutes later her one finger was joined by another and then another. As the camera recorded every moment she finger fucked herself faster and faster.

I let her get close to orgasm before I told her to stop. Reluctantly she obeyed and looked back at me with mock anger on her face. Then she smiled at me and asked “You want to see me stick a toy in my pussy instead?” Her directness was one of the sexiest things about this ultra-sexual woman.

“Start with the dildo. I want to see you stuff your pussy with it.”

Darcy picked up the false cock. It measured eight inches in length and was nice and thick. After coating it with lube she again laid back against the pillows and as I watched, she positioned the head at her entrance and began to work it slowly inside of her. The cock was thick, as I mentioned, but not much thicker than her three fingers were and with her wetness and the lube on the toy it slipped between her lips with very little delay.

It went easily until it was about half way buried in her. From there she had to work slowly, back it out and pushing it in, until at last all eight inches were inside of her and all that could be seen outside of her were the fake set of balls attached at the base. Once she had successfully opened herself up, Darcy began to fuck herself enthusiastically.

She started slowly, drawing the dildo out deliberately until just the head was still inside of her. Then she would reverse and push the toy back inside of her until just the very base was left sticking out. Again and again she went, slowly out, slowly back in as I sat back and watched her fuck herself.

I knew Darcy and I knew that going that slow wasn’t going to last long – she wasn’t the slow fuck type – and I was right. Her pace started picking up, her hand moving faster and faster with each push ramming the toy as deep inside of her pussy as she could get it. I knew she wanted to cum, was trying to get herself off and I knew what would help.

“Use the bullet too,” I told her, referring to her small little vibrator that she used on erzincan escort her clit whenever she wanted to get off fast. She didn’t have to be told twice and as she continued to stuff herself with the fake cock she put the small little vibrator directly on her clit. That was all it took as moments after it first made contact Darcy arched her back, tossed her head side to side and started cumming.

She orgasmed for a long time, the dildo stuffed all the way inside of her and the vibrator buzzing away. When she had finished she turned the vibrator off and went back to slowly moving the dildo inside of her pussy. She looked down at me, at the camera, and smiled.

“I want to fuck.”

“Not yet,” I said from behind the camera. Darcy stuck her lip out and pouted, giving me her best sad puppy dog eyes. “C’mon, I can’t fuck you yet. You still haven’t used all of your toys.”

Darcy dropped the sad act and smiled. “What would you like me to use next?”

“Roll over,” I said, “and stick your ass in the air.” She obeyed and I let the camera play over the back of her thighs, her tight ass and both of her holes. “Lube up your ass.”

She looked back at me over her shoulder. “Why don’t you do it for me?”

The camera shook as I set it down on the desk and adjusted it so it wouldn’t miss a moment as I helped get her ass ready for some penetration.

I watched as I moved from behind the camera into view, took the bottle of lube and began spreading it over her small asshole. I lubed around the outside then put a large amount of fluid on my finger and worked it into her backside. I worked my finger in her slowly, removed it, got more lube, and then worked on her until I had two fingers inside. This done, I left the picture and picked the camera back up.

“Start with the beads, I want to see if you can get all of them inside.” We had a string of anal beads, there were ten in all, and the diameter of each increased from the first to the last. The smallest was the size of a pea, the largest about the size of a tennis ball. Sometimes we were able to fit all ten beads inside of her other times we weren’t.

Darcy reached behind her, toy in hand, and placed the first bead at the entrance to her ass. It slid in easily, as did the second and third bead. The next three went in with very little effort, leaving only the last four to go. She worked the next bead with her finger until it slipped from view and she waited a moment to let her ass adjust to the intrusion.

The next bead, which was about an inch in diameter, went in with some effort and again she waited for her body to relax before trying the next to last bead. She placed her hand against it, pushed it against her puckered hole and held it there. It took a while for her muscles to relax enough for it to slide in but eventually she was down to just the final bead.

She looked over her shoulder, right back at the camera. “You want to see me take them all up my tight little ass? You want me to stuff this last one in?” I mumbled something unintelligible from off camera that was an apparent affirmation for her put the last one in because she began to work on doing just that.

She tried to push it in, couldn’t, tried again and still couldn’t. She grabbed the lube and put some more on her ass as well as on the bead and tried again. This time, her ass relented and allowed the large bead entry. When it finally slipped totally inside of her, all that was left sticking out of her was the pull ring. Again she looked at me, that satisfied erzurum escort look on her face.

“Stand up and come here,” I said. She stood as ordered, turned around and shook her ass at me, the pull ring waving from between her cheeks like a little tail. Then she sauntered over to me, the screen totally filled with her nude image.

She sat on the edge of the bed and lay back, giving me a close up view of her pussy and ass. Again the camera shook as I set it down, made sure it was pointed correctly, then I got on my knees before her.

Because my head was between the camera and her pussy you couldn’t see that I was eating her but that’s what I was doing because her moans of pleasure were audible on the video. When her cries died down my head moved and I picked the camera back up.

Darcy turned over onto all fours and my erect cock came into view. The camera followed it as I approached her pussy and slid easily inside her. All that was visible on the screen was her ass, the ring of the beads and my cock as it went in and out of her. As I fucked her I reached my hand down and slipped a finger inside the ring and started to pull.

Her asshole expanded as I pulled and then the first bead popped into view. I waited a minute, fucked her some more and then pulled out the next bead. This continued until the last bead fell from her ass and then I withdrew my cock.

The view returned to its previous place and Darcy scooted back up the bed with a big grin on her face. “This next?” she asked holding up the butt plug. I apparently answered in the affirmative because she began to lube the large jelly toy.

She laid on her back and spread her legs far apart, pulling them up high so that her ass was again exposed. She put the plug against her hole and it slipped easily inside. Her ass filled and her hands free, Darcy again began to finger her pussy – the fingers of one hand going to her hole and the other one rubbing her clit.

She worked on her pussy unaided for a few minutes, then she picked up the last toy in her arsenal – a double ended dildo that was a foot and a half long. Since it wasn’t as thick as the other dildo the end of it slipped easily inside her pussy. She pushed it deep inside until it came in contact with her deepest point then she began to fuck herself with it hard and fast.

With her other hand she reached down and removed the toy in her ass, set it on the bed, took the free end of the double dildo and replaced the butt plug with it. The toy, bent in the middle, now had an end in both of her holes.

Darcy rolled on her side, stretching one leg out in front of her so that I could get a good view of both of her holes at the same time. I zoomed in and watched as she fucked her ass and her pussy simultaneously.

She was alternating her efforts, switching between pushing the dildo into both holes at the same time and then working it so that one hole was being pushed deeper into while the other one was being pulled out of.

Apparently that was enough watching for me because the camera was again placed on the desk and I joined Darcy on the bed. What followed was a pretty standard fuck session for us – in other words we did every freaky thing we could think of to each other. The camera continued to roll as we satisfied each other’s sexual desires ending with me depositing a load of cum all over her ample tits.

When the session was over and the screen went black I turned off the tape and cleaned up after myself. I looked around and found a box that would fit all three of the video cassettes, packed them, covered the box in brown packaging paper. With a black Sharpie I added an address.

The next morning I took the package to the post office, paid extra for insurance and second day delivery and sent it on its way. I was about to make her fiancé’s life real fucking interesting.

Dear God – Thankyou for making things right today. I’m not sure what it was you did, but it all seemed to work out okay. You must have heard my prayers.

I really want to find a way to say thank you but I don’t know how. I’m don’t know what you want, but I think you probably get lonely, sat up there on your cloud. So I’m going to give you something to enjoy. I know you’re omnipresent, so you’ve probably seen it all before, but I’ll try my best. You designed this all anyway, so there shouldn’t be any surprises for you.

Here’s my boob. Peeking out, and then the other one, under my purple halter-neck. I’m topless now. Yes, you designed these. Big and ripe and round. I lean forward, and make them jiggle, pressing my arms in to press them together. I hope you’re proud of yourself. I would be, if I’d designed something this beautiful.

And jeans. I know you didn’t design jeans, but you probably helped. I think I look good in just these. The dark blue denim seems to emphasize my shape: the thinness of my legs and the smoothness of my belly, and the whiteness of my skin and the pinkness of my nipples.

I keep myself in shape to honour your creation – I hope you’re proud of me.

Are you there God? I’m not expecting a burning bush to appear, or flashing lightening or a parting of the clouds on anything. But it would be good if you let me know if you’re watching, just so I know.

I’m walking up çorum escort and down, to the mirror and back. ‘Strutting’, I think you they’d call it — walking confidently, with my head high, my breasts proud and strong. Thankyou God for giving me this body.

Okay, the jeans are coming off.

I’m in my knickers. Across the back they say Cheeky Monkey, and there’s a picture of a monkey face on the front. If I’d realised I’d be doing this for you I’d have worn something a bit more grown-up; maybe borrowed some of Lizzie’s knickers, or even worn something a bit plainer. They just seem a bit childish.

God. I wish you would fuck me. I’m sure it would feel so good. You designed this, so you’d know exactly how to work it all, how to arouse and excite me. You’d just have so much understanding, so much sensitivity, and so much control. I’d just be able to relax with you. I wouldn’t have to worry if it was wrong, or stop you if you’re going to far. It wouldn’t be dirty. I know when I touch myself it’s a sin, and I don’t enjoy it. Lizzie says that things are more fun when we know they’re sinful, but I don’t agree. I just end up feeling bad and guilty.

So, God, if you’re not here — you’re probably off answering other people’s prayers, or healing the sick, or visiting the poor, and stuff like that — or maybe you’re hanging around in prettier girl’s bedrooms, watching them undress. Maybe denizli escort you get more of a thrill when they don’t know you’re there.

So, God, if you’re not here — I’m kneeling on my bed. I’m wearing my cheeky monkeys and my silver crucifix. I’m leaning back, my nipples hard and pointing to heaven. That should get your attention. My hands are on my hips, my body gyrating slowly. I know you’re there.

Okay God. I’m going to do something bad now. I wouldn’t normally do this, but I’m really frustrated at the moment. If you send a signal I promise I’ll stop myself, but if you don’t, I’ll keep going. I’m touching the monkey face, stroking up and down through the thin cotton. Now I’m slipping my right hand inside my knickers. Everything feels softer, bigger, like my fingers magnify. My left hand caresses my breast. My right is stroking, tickling, pulling and pressing: into the the valley of the shadow.

I want to shout out but I know someone will hear me. I bite my lip and breathe out through my nose, like Lizzie showed me. I take a shallow breath, and it sounds so loud.

I can’t go too far in in case I break it. God, I’m being so gentle, and only going as far as the first knuckle. Okay, the second knuckle. I can cope with that, fingertips in, nubbing gently against my hymen. The ball of my thumb switches back and forth on my clit. I look up and see myself in the mirror: düzce escort I’m kneeling in the bed, my mouth is open, my knees are apart, my eyes are half-closed, my breasts are flushed, and my cheeky monkeys are round my thighs. Is this really what I look like? God I don’t want to be like this. I shouldn’t be like this, should I?

I want you to send Jesus down again so I can have sex with him. He can have me, the Word made Flesh. My Aunt, (she’s really religious), doesn’t even like me having boyfriends. But she wouldn’t be able to complain if I skipped church because I was in bed making love to Jesus. It would be awesome. We could walk in together, clothes dishevelled, hair mussed, faces still flushed with sex, they’d look at us, with their silent disapproving stares, and then we’d listen to a sermon on the love of God, or the passion of the Christ, or the Second Coming, or something like that.

I’m taking off my cheeky monkeys now. They’re damp at the front. I wipe myself down with them.

Maybe not even Jesus. I’d be happy with an angel to fly down and take my cherry. I’ve seen naked cherubs in paintings, so I’m guessing an angel would have the equipment to do it. It would be so spiritual, just so… right. I imagine pulling open his white robes, finding it there, thick and hard and strong. I would spread my legs, and he would spread his wings, and he could take me. Take me, break me, make it like Lizzie says it should be, so hard that it hurts. Maybe if there’s a new angel, a spare one, you could send him down. I can let him in through the window tonight. Surely that would be allowed. And even angels must get lonely sometimes.

I’m taking off my crucifix.

I am as naked as Eve.

My husband works away all week. So we are both alone in our beds at night and we both have to relax ourselves. I wrote this for him and then I sent it tucked in to his suitcase with a nice worn pair of my silky panties. My husband can then read this while he is away and masturbate while smelling me and my panties.

Alone in my bed

I’m in our bed, all alone and I’m really trying to sleep — but I can’t. I miss him and I have to put a pillow where he usually lies.

Wearing a pretty pink sheer vest and panties and I just can’t seem to sleep. I keep turning over, wriggling and rolling about. I long for his body next to mine. I long for his touch, his kisses and his body!

As I think of him and what we could be doing if he was here – I feel an ache in between my legs. It’s throbbing; it keeps pulsing and pounding away. My nipples are hard and poking through the sheer pink see through vest. I can feel the sheer nylon of my panties pressing in to me tightly, rubbing next to my smooth mound every time I move. I can feel my body getting hot and in between my legs engorging as I close my eyes and dream of licking his beautiful erect swollen cock.

My mind is alive with a wanton desire that controls my body. Such sexual thoughts of us flash through my mind.

I imagine I’m leaning over him, kissing him with my tongue in his mouth, then working down his body I’m kissing down until I’m licking his shaft. Then, I’m teasing his beautiful hard cock with my tongue.

I’m actually softly moaning out loud as I have to squeeze my legs together. Clenching and trying to ease the pressure. But, it just presses my inner lips and my labia rings into my fleshy now very moist and sticky lips. My clit is hardening and feels like it’s actually swelling.

Eyes closed — imagining that I’m licking him, I’m expertly flicking and swirling my tongue all around the rim of his sensitive head, licking his thick hard cock. What joy and what a rush of excitement I get from pleasuring him like bitlis escort this. I love to feel the shape of him on my mouth, across my lips and with my tongue.

I’m opening my mouth and sucking and slurping on his delicious throbbing cock. I can feel his cock swelling and literally throbbing in my mouth as I suck on him greedily and hungrily. He knows I love it; he can see and feel my pleasure.

I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I suck his red hot erect cock deep down my throat. I want to suck him, to pleasure him totally with my mouth -until I make him cum in big spurts right down my throat. Pumping his creamy salty hot cum into me. Then I want to swallow it all down.

I can feel his urgency, his need as I suck, I can feel his hands on my head and in my hair. He pulls me closer and closer, he is urging me to suck him faster as he caresses my soft blonde hair in his fingers. Oh my god I just love to pleasure and please him like this — it turns me on massively!

I feel his cock dripping its sweet sticky pre cum into my mouth and onto my tongue – pure nectar! I’m kissing, licking and sucking his cock now as if my life depends on having it! He tastes mighty fine, so sweet and like a sticky honey that’s all stringy as I try to lap it all up and not waste a single drop. I know I’m exciting and pleasing him as I totally worship his cock with my mouth. As I suck him, I look up and in to his eyes. He can see my pleasure. I know that he just loves to watch the expression in my eyes as his cock disappears into my mouth and down my throat!

His greedy little cock sucker.

He pulls away and lifts me to position me on to the edge of the bed, I love his hands on my body, I love his touch. I know exactly what he wants. I’m tilting my head right back obediently. This position enables me to open my mouth wider and it opens my throat up for him. He stands and straddles my face until he is pushing his big hard throbbing cock into my mouth. He starts bolu escort to fuck my face fast and hard. His full heavy balls slap against my head as I suck on him. I take him right down my throat. I know this position sends him wild with desire.

He decides to save his cum. He wants all of me. He doesn’t want to come too soon. He stops me sucking his cock when he can stand the pleasure no more.

He again lifts me and moves me onto the middle of the bed. He slowly parts my legs as he watches my labia spreading before his eyes. He looks longingly right in to me, as if he can see inside me. I can see from his eyes he is thoroughly enjoying the sight and scent of my smooth wet peachy cunt. He is enjoying looking at the state that he has got me in to. He must feel satisfied that he has had this effect on me, he has made me ripe and juicy for the taking and just from being his greedy little cock sucker!

His finger traces slowly and softly down my lips, over my exposed clit hood, over my wet hot hole. He softly opens my outer labia to spread me open so that he can see all of me. He looks at how my creamy juices of arousal just trickle out of my highly excited sex. His finger stops and he presses gently against my tight puckered little arsehole. His long slim finger is wet from my juices, as he presses firmly. Until his finger just easily slips into me. He makes me cry out in sheer pleasure and I’m whimpering out loud. He whispers in my ear “Sweetheart, now you are ready to take all of my hard cock and have my entire spunky load.” The sensation of his breath against my ear and my neck sends shivers down my spine and tingles right down to my engorged clit.

Suddenly I feel him on top of me, passionately kissing me and nibbling on my neck. He knows this sends me over the edge, sends me past the point of no return. Into an animalistic passion of none stop sexual desire.

He is opening my legs and spreading them wider. I can feel the tip of his wet sticky burdur escort cock just nudging against my cunt hole. He feels so big, ridged and hard.

I’m lifting my bottom up to try to take him. I need him to penetrate me now.

But he delights in teasing me. He backs off and then he presses again and he keeps repeating this process until I’m begging him for his cock.

“Please please fuck me, please give it to me, please fuck it up me, I need it now please!”

I’m screaming and crying at him – such an unstoppable desperate need now to feel him enter me, to feel him take me. Suddenly, I feel his fullness, his thick hard cock, his bulbous knob entering me, his fraenum ring pushing slowly into my tight wet cunt. I’m shaking and taking him deep as he slowly fucks it up me. He is fucking me slowly and deeply. He almost slips out of my wet cunt as I feel my wetness soaking his balls, then he pushes it right back up and into me deeply.

I’m looking in to his eyes, he is looking in to mine, we can see in to each other’s very soul. I’m holding that look with him as we become one and rock together, fucking and giving ourselves to the other.

Our sex fills the air. The sound of our wet sex is all that can be heard.

I’m melting into his eyes as I feel my whole body start to shake, tremble and quiver. He grunts and moans out in lust as his face looks in pain. I watch him getting closer and closer as my cunt starts to tighten and milk him, I’m contracting, I’m coming and coming so forcefully on his cock. Crying out loudly, as my cunt goes in to spasm. Clenching over and over as it grips on to his cock tightly. I feel him explode jet after jet of hot cum spurting deep inside me, pumping and pumping. The sweat trickling off his forehead and onto my body My body is glowing all over with my orgasmic flush. He leans into me and relaxes on top of me. I wrap my legs tightly around him. Holding on to him as the last quivers of my orgasm subside. I also hold on tight because I don’t want his cock to come out of me. I want to keep him and his jism inside of me.

I kiss his hot moist face. He kisses mine and as we both try to catch our breath, I manage a whisper

“Thank you my darling!”

Before falling straight off to sleep, exhausted spent and satisfied.

Self-consciously you sit down on the edge of the bed. This feels strange, but you did promise. You reach behind and unclasp your bra. Slowly you let it fall from your breasts. Not in an effort to be sexy, but more absent-mindedly. Your mind is elsewhere, on things to come.

You push the duvet away and lay on the bed. You close your eyes and stretch out. Your arms reaching up the wall. You are tired; you could lie back and let yourself drift off. No, you made a promise and the soft focus of your drowsy mind is quite sexy.

You finish your stretch and let your arms move down. Your fingers running past your ears. Lightly touching the side of your neck. That’s how he would start the caresses. Turning the palms, your fingers meet at the front of your chest and the move down, between your breasts towards your navel. You move your hands back and run them down the side of your neck again. This time your caresses move down the sides of your chest. The backs of your fingers fleetingly rub along the outside curves of your breasts.

This feels bursa escort nice. Not how you would normally approach the task in hand. This is slow and measured. You move back to your breasts. You circle your hands around them. Your fingers only just touching the skin, travelling their circumference. You want to move to touch your nipples, but you know it would be to soon. You move the circle of motion inward closer. With each circuit your touch gets closer to them. Soon you are circling your areolae. They respond accordingly. Hardening and wrinkling under your fingertips. Your nipple stand solid. The sensations increase you want to touch them, to squeeze them lightly. You’ve waited enough and you succumb to the urge. The release is satisfying but temporary. As one pressure relents it builds another. You want to touch yourself to move your hands to your pussy. To run your fingers between your lips and force down on your clitoris. You want to cum, but you have promised.

You will do this how he wants you to, not how çanakkale escort you always do. But you do move your hands downwards. Down under your knickers, to your pubic hair, you run your fingers through it; pulling gently; twisting it around. You slide the flat of your hand between your legs. Pushing down hard. It’s good but not what you want. But then he would know that and that’s why he does it. You rub yourself again. Hard but not precise enough, too diffuse. Not focused on the one area. The one area you so desperately want to touch. The one area you know would be cheating to touch. You take your hand from your panties and run your hands from your knees along your inner thigh back to your crotch. You push the damp material between your lips. It’s better; you start rubbing at the panties they in turn rub at your clitoris, but still not with the pressure that you need. But it feels good and is within the rules so you stick at it for while.

Everything is hot and wet. You must move on. You slip your knickers off. çankırı escort Reach down between your legs you run one finger from your hot, wet hole to your clitoris. Then back to your pussy. You circle it with one finger. You push at it and it yields easily accepting the single digit. You flex your finger and slide it in and out whilst your other hand plays with your labia, pulling and tickling.

That’s it, it’s time. One hand parts your lips; the other uses the thoroughly sodden forefinger to touch your clit. Just a touch, right on it and firm, but fleeting. Then it circumnavigates it. Then you start. You rub it. Squeeze it and roll the little lump of flesh. You feel flushed and hot. Each touch causes a little shiver through your body. You start to groan. Your breathing becoming a series of pants; gasping for air. The pressure builds and builds inside you. Then the dam breaks; you cum. Back arching, eyes closed, mouth open in one long low moan of pleasure. It goes on for a while. Longer than you usually achieve with masturbation.

Catching your breath, you smile .You relax, almost snoozing. A moment passes…you turn out the light and pull the duvet over you.

Slowly, still warm and tired from the orgasm you begin to drift off to sleep. In the soft-focus of your soporific state you feel him climb into bed beside you.

The clock ticked eight and it was hot and humid which made clothes still to the bodies. Aparna, an English teacher in her mid twenties, was sitting cross-legged on her bed inside the teachers quarters, wearing a yellow coloured cotton salwar kameez which was clinging to her damp skin.

Meera was her roommate and colleague who too was in her mid twenties was sitting on the floor wearing a blue colored deep-necked cotton nighty. The nightie was short and had ridden up her thighs revealing her well toned bare thighs and she had no panties inside as she used not to wear panties for bed.

Suddenly the bedside lamp flickered and it was dark. It was just another power cut which they had been experiencing quite often lately.

‘Oh no, not again” said Aparna.

“It’s already unbearable.” She continued.

“Then maybe you should remove that suffocating dupatta. What’s the point of it anyway?” Asked Meera pointing at Aparna’s such conservative clothing.

Aparna hesitated but pulled it away off her shoulders and kept it aside.

“Doesn’t that make you feel better?” Meera asked.

“A little” said Aparna.

“You always dress so proper, even inside the room. Don’t bayburt escort you ever want to let go, feel free?” Meera asked.

“I don’t know.”

Meera’s fingers moved against Aparna’s arm.

“You’re sweating so much.”

“I can’t help it,” Aparna said.

Meera’s fingers slipped beneath the edge of her kameez sleeve, caressing her shoulder.

“Maybe we should get rid of this,” Meera suggested.

Before Aparna could protest, Meera’s hands slid to the hem of Aparna’s kameez.

“Let’s take this off, as it’s sticking to you anyway.”

Meera’s hands slipped beneath and lifted it slowly as it revealed Aparna’s delicate frame, clad in her cotton bra.

“You look beautiful like this.” Meera said.

“I should put it back on,” Aparna said blushing.

Meera’s hands slid around her back.

“Why? It’s just us.” She said as her fingers found the hook of Aparna’s bra.

“Do you trust me?” Meera asked.

Aparna nodded.

Meera smiled and kissed Aparna’s bare shoulder and slowly unhooked the bra and let it slide off Aparna’s shoulders.

Aparna’s breath hitched as she gasped and crossed her arms instinctively bilecik escort covering her bare bosoms.

“Why so shy, Aparna? It’s just me.” Meera asked.

“Don’t hide,” Meera said.

“I want to see you.”

Aparna hesitated, but slowly let her arms fall away, revealing her bare breasts and her dusky erect nipples.

“You’re beautiful,” Meera said leaning closer as her own loose nighty slipped lower on her shoulder and revealed the strap of her black bra.

Aparna’s hands moved hesitantly, caressing Meera’s exposed shoulder and slid down to the fabric of her nighty slightly.

Their bodies pressed against each as Meera’s hands moved lower to the drawstring of her salwar.

“You’re sweating here too,” Meera said.

“Maybe we should take these off too.”

Meera’s fingers tugged at Aparna’s salwar as Aparna lifted her hips slightly and allowed Meera to slip the salwar down, pooling at her ankles.

“So beautiful,” Meera said.as she looked at Aparna who was now clad only in her cotton panties.

Meera ran her fingers over Aparna’s bare thighs and closer between her legs.

Meera let her fingers slide under the bingöl escort waistband of Aparna’s panties and teased it’s elastic before slowly tugging and pulling down making Aparna gasp.

Aparna’s hands meanwhile gripped Meera’s nighty and slid further down.

“Take it off,” Aparna said.

“Finally, you’re asking for what you want.” Meera said with a laugh.

Meera sat back slightly and held thin straps of her nightie as she slid them off her waist and let it pool around her ankle.

“Do you like what you see?” Asked Meera and Aparna nodded..

“Touch me,” she said.

Aparna obeyed as her fingers trembled as she culled Meera’s breasts and her thumbs brushed over the nipples that were erect.

Meera let out a soft moan as she held onto Aparna’s waist.

Aparna then slid her hand along Meera’s bare thigh, feeling the heat.

“You’re learning fast,” Meera said in a low voice.

Meera leaned and kissed Aparna’s stomach as her hips moved lower and her fingers slid, between Aparna’s thighs.

Meera’s tongue moved lower to Aparna’s belly button and then to the top of her pubes as Aparna gasped, arching her back.

Meera smiled.

She then lowered herself down and her mouth pressed the top of Aparna’s pubes while her fingers slid between the wet folds.

She let her tongue slide inside Aparna, moan.

Aparna was shaking soon.as the orgasm hit her body and she cried out loudly.

She collapsed against Meera’s body.

This is a very true story. Most of mine are true, with a bit of flourish, but this one is a blow by blow. I hope you enjoy it, because I did! PS. I love to hear from readers in any fashion if you enjoy my stories.

Samantha and Jessica had been carrying on as fuck buddies for several months. Occasionally, they included Sam’s boyfriend Alan, who played in a touring rock band. Still, most often, it was just the two of them. Their first get-togethers were fumbling, disjointed good times as they got used to each other’s bodies. But they became more intimate over time as they learned to navigate their needs and wants. When they were apart, Jessica found herself yearning for Samantha’s tongue and Samantha for Jessica’s strap-on.

Over time, they found themselves getting more and more adventurous. Sex in the bedroom spilled out into the kitchen and hot tub to the beach. They couldn’t get enough. Soon, they found themselves in clothing store dressing rooms, strip bars, and sneaking away at parties for a quick secret sharing of hard orgasms.

At the same time, they would often surprise Alan in different ways to ensure he benefited from their friendship. Samantha would travel, and Alan would find himself alone for a few weeks, but on more than one occasion, he found a surprise visitor in his bedroom over the weekend. Other times he would come home and find two beautiful asses bent over a bed, oiled up, awaiting his penetration. And on more than one occasion, they acted as groupies for his gigs, blowing him together before and after the show. Everybody got something great for this relationship, but the next two adventures took things to the next level.

Samantha invited Jessica to visit her on a temporary assignment in Tampa; she had a surprise. Jessica arrived at her hotel, and they immediately dove into bed. After a few hours of pleasure, Samantha told Jessica that they needed to dress up for a night out. They showered together, spending even more intimate time, before they could finally get to dressing. Jessica went to slip her panties on, but Samantha stopped her, “no panties tonight.” Jessica was instantly wet again.

They played with their pussies on the drive, and the Uber driver almost crashed watching them. Eventually, they arrived. Stepping out of the car, Jessica looked up at the sign for Club Underground. Looking at the line to get in, she could see that it was 100% women.

“Girl, what are you up to?” Jessica asked.

Samantha just smiled, “Let’s keep balıkesir escort an open mind.”

It took a while in line, but after a bit, they got into the club. It was super high energy, with lights everywhere and a massive dance floor packed with all kinds of women getting drunk and wild; they joined them. After dancing for a while, they adjourned to the bar for another round of cocktails. Holding their drinks, they leaned against the bar and watched the crowd. There were pretty feminine girls, businesswomen dressed conservatively, hippies, short hair, long hair, no hair, and directly across from them, a large booth filled with 7 hard-looking dykes.

Jessica was buzzed and relaxed, barely noticing when Samantha raised her skirt. She felt Samantha touch her clit, and she jumped.

“What are you doing?

Samantha looked at her lustfully. “That table of bull dykes has been checking us out, so let’s give them a show.”

It must have been the alcohol because Jessica leaned back and let Samantha slide her fingers inside in full view of everybody. Samantha worked her rhythmically until Jessica could no longer avoid the inevitable, and with her eyes closed, she came all over Samantha’s hand.

When she opened them again, a large biker girl approached them from the table.

“Hey, we appreciate the show. Want to join us for a drink?”

They did.

The dykes fed them booze and got them loaded while they stood next to the booth. Then, the biker girl came over and put her arms around them.

“So, you guys know this is a lesbian-only bar, right?”

They nodded in agreement.

“But you’re not lesbians, are you? My guess is you’re both bored housewives with husbands, just out for a laugh at our expense or to take away some girls we might connect with for some cheap sex with you sluts.”

They could feel the shift and knew she wasn’t joking.

Jessica stammered, “Oh, we meant no offense. We’ll leave now.”

Samantha agreed.

The Biker pinched their necks hard; she was powerful. “Nah, you girls came here to steal some pussy, so we’re going make sure you get some.”

It was then they looked over at the booth and saw the other ladies quietly wriggling out of their panties.

The Biker pushed them to the table, forcing them to the ground.

“Ya see, my sisters get violent when someone tries to screw with us, but maybe, if you make them feel real good, they’ll let you walk out of here.”

And bartın escort she shoved Jessica and Samantha under the table. It was dark, but they could still see six pairs of legs slightly parted and no underwear.

Samantha shrugged, “Do we have a choice?”

They crawled to opposite sides of the table and between the first set of thighs they found. The biker watched the eyes of two of her friends pop open wide and knew the girls under the table had made the right choice.

Jessica found herself between powerful legs. She ran her fingers down the inside and outside while kissing her way to her clit. Her tongue slid inside the stranger’s pussy, and she moved it around freely. She played around for a bit, but then she felt two strong arms slam her mouth in deep. She then licked and sucked eagerly, barely able to breathe with the hands holding her in place. The woman started sliding her pussy all over Jessica’s face at an increasing pace. The hands pressed her tight, and her tongue lashed away at the woman’s clit and deep inside. Finally, she came to a shuddering orgasm.

Meanwhile, Samantha was licking and sucking her woman as hard as she possibly could, so excited to make her cum. She used her tongue like a small dick and pounded away at her. Her head was bouncing up and down, ramming as deep inside her as she could. The woman’s legs started to shake, which only encouraged Samantha more as she slammed in and around her pussy. Before too long, this one came hard and wet In Samantha’s face.

They both paused, unsure if they were expected to continue, but the first two sets of thighs closing and the next two opening told them all they needed to know. They went right to work.

Jessica’s lady leaned under the table so that Jessica could hear her. “Don’t forget my ass, slut.”

Instantly, Jessica went straight for it. Fingers and her tongue filled asshole and pussy interchangeably. She found herself with three fingers in the woman’s ass and her thumb in her pussy, while she sucked her clit hard. Her whole body jerked and convulsed in a massive orgasm that everyone must have seen.

Meanwhile, Samantha was dancing all over this young girl’s box. It was clear she had never experienced anything like this. She came over and over again. Samantha would allow one orgasm to completely play out, and then when it subsided, she dove in again. Finally, the girl placed a hand on Samantha’s head and pushed her away. She couldn’t take batman escort one more orgasm.

Without hesitating, they slid over to the final two, or so they thought. While working with the other two, they noticed a lot of movement as the girls there before had been replaced by four new women.

For the next two hours, they worked back and forth, sucking pussy and clits and giving rocking orgasms. New pussy kept replacing old, and there looked to be no end. They were exhausted and dehydrated, and their jaws and tongue were sore and frozen. The two women they were working on both shot soaking-wet orgasms into their faces.

Neither knew if they could continue when they felt powerful hands on their shoulders pulling them out; it was the original Biker.

“Word got around fast about your skills. What choice did I have? The good news for you is you only have to make one more woman cum.”

With that, she ordered a couple of the other women to keep watch for any bouncers or management. She stood up. Samantha and Jessica up in front of her, then proceeded to remove her jeans and panties. She laid back on the table out in the open and spread her knees far apart.

Jessica looked at Samantha, and Samantha back to her. Public or not, they had no choice. Together, they bent over, and each worked down one of the Biker’s thighs until they met in the middle. Their tongues twirled around each other’s tongue and the Biker’s pussy and clit.

They became aware of the crowd pressing around them to watch them work. They felt their dresses lifted and their flesh exposed. Fingers found their way into their pussies and asses. Hands groped their breasts, which were freed from the top of their dresses.

They soon found a joint rhythm for the Biker, with tongues on her clit and fingers pounding away in a syncopated beat. A fever pitch had taken over the crowd, and so many fingers were pounding in them from everywhere that they both were on the edge of explosion and collapse. The Biker was moaning loudly, and they knew she was so close. Then suddenly, both Jessica and Samantha rocketed into blindly powerful orgasms that shook their entire bodies, draining every last ounce of their energy. Fortunately, at the exact same time, the Biker screamed out at the top of her lungs as she arched her back to the sky. Her hips raised and lowered, repeated with waves of orgasms cascading through her. Then she collapsed on the table, and the two women fell to their knees, exhausted.

The Biker put her clothes back on and informed Jessica and Samantha they were free to leave. On the way out, woman after woman they didn’t recognize thanked them for coming.

Samantha looked at Jessica. “I think that’s the last sex for me for a while.”

That vow lasted about twenty minutes.

Skinhead

Her mother cried when she saw what she had done.

Her nice “girly” hair cut off down to stubble.

Butch had already put her dresses in a storage box. She had packed her shoes away.

She now wore her bovver boots all the time.

She now wore jeans all the time.

She now wore t-shirts all the time.

She had seen photos where the skinheads wore braces but she didn’t think that would suit her

She was buxom.

Butch had been Christened Felicity and she hated it.

Just not her and she had no idea where her mum had come up with it.

She was well built, quite tall and muscular.

If it wasn’t for her breast she might pass as a boy.

She was ready to go out.

None of her friends from her school days kept in touch. She was too outlandish for their taste, and there was a suspicion of her possibly being a dyke. Nobody knew, not even Butch herself.

She had a boyfriend when she was fourteen but she could not see the point.

She was a pretty girl but that horrified her.

Her current style was how she wanted to be viewed.

She went to the pub. People acknowledged her but didn’t speak to her for long.

There was nothing wrong with her, other than her appearance.

“Can we sit with you?”

She hadn’t noticed them coming over the room.

“Of course, but aren’t you frightened?”

They were two pretty girls, what she would have been.

“I am Flossy, this is Annie.”

“I am Butch.”

The ardahan escort two young women giggled.

Butch scowled at them.

“We saw you and liked your style. I have got a photo of my mum and dad dressed like that.”

Butch couldn’t believe it.”

“Really, do they still dress that way now?”

“No, my dad works in an office and he doesn’t have any hair and mum.could still be, but her hair is longer. She still has the boots.”

Butch was delighted.

“Can I get you both another drink?”

“They were both drinking cider so Butch went and ordered.”

“You know I am a girl, don’t you?”

Annie spoke for the first time.

“Yes, your tits give it away.”

They all laughed and got down to the serious business of chatting about their lives and what they liked.

Butch was very keen on ska and reggae. Flossie’s parents had some records but she and Annie were Swifties. Butch grudgingly admitted that she was a secret Swiftie as well but swore them to secrecy.

Annie looked at her watch.

“I have to go. Work at eight am in the morning.”

Flossy looked at Butch.

Butch took a deep breath.

“Can I walk you two home?”

All three of them blushed.

This was unchartered territory.

How would it go?

“OK. Flossy lives nearby, I am a bit further away.”

Each of them was trying to work out the permutations.

Butch didn’t know if they were interested like that.

Should artvin escort she try it?

Flossy was unhappy that she would get home first. Would Butch try anything?

Would she respond? Would Annie and Butch just say goodnight and walk on?

Did she fancy Butch? Yes, sort of, kind of.

Annie was doing the same thinking.

They were all quiet.

Flossie decided to speak out loud.

“Butch, do you like girls?”

Butch stopped walking. Yes she did, but was she willing to say so?

“Yes, I do.”

Flossy looked at Annie. They had both thought so but now they were confronted with it.

Butch spoke again.

“How about you two?”

All three of them stood on the pathway, there was nobody else around.

Flossy as always spoke first.

“I would like to try.”

There was a deadly silence, until Annie spoke.

“Me too.”

Flossy and Annie had been in this situation before with boys, but never with another girl.

Annie spoke out.

“Why don’t we nip behind that block of garages, and you two can.”

She stopped speaking.

None of them knew what would happen.

The block of garages had been used before by many of the local teenagers.

They stood in the corner where nobody could see them.

Anniw would be the look out.

All three of them were scared, unproven territory.

Flossy and Butch stood closer. Unsure. Wanting but unsure how to start.

As usual bodrum escort Flossy solved the problem. She leaned close to Butch and kissed her.

Butch responded. Annie was watching, her turn would come later.

Butch put her arms around Flossy and pulled her closer. Their breasts bounced off each other.

“You are stacked.”

Flossy had bounced on and off Butch’s tits.

She hesitated then raised her hand, running her fingers over Butch’s t-shirt.

“Oh, no bra.”

Butch copied her and ran her hands over Flossy’s breasts.

She giggled.

“Oh, you are wearing a bra.”

“Do you want me to take it off?”

Butch hesitated, but then nodded.

Flossy turned around.

“Undo my clips.”

Butch did so, and Flossy pulled the bra through her dress.

“Do you want to see them?”

Butch did, she nodded.

“Unzip my dress.”

The zip was lowered half way and the front fell forward.

Flossy turned.

Butch was transfixed. So was Annie.

Butch raised her hand and smoothed over Flossy’s breast and nipple.

All three of them groaned.

Butch pulled the bottom of her t-shirt up.

Her breasts flopped out. Flossy touched one breast and one nipple.

Annie walked closer and touched the other breast.

All three were breathing heavily.

Flossy groaned.

“My panties are wet.”

“Lift up your skirt.”

Flossy did.

Butch thrust her hand between Flossy’s legs.

“Oh my so wet.”

She didn’t take her hand away

“Pull them down.”

Butch pulled.

“Use your fingers.”

Butch wriggled and stroked. Annie kept playing with Flossy’s nipples.

Flossy came, all over Butch’s hand.

She slumped to the ground.

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