My First Time with Percy

When the movers were done, I made the bed, put the wine to chill, prepped a cheese platter and jumped in the shower. 6 months after meeting Percy, I was now installed in my apartment. My house was on the market and my divorce was final. I was free to have sex with Percy. Tonight, was the night it was going to happen. I shaved my vagina but left a landing strip. I even shaved my star fruit.

I put on jeans that hugged my butt and a black silk blouse. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. My blouse was unbuttoned to my navel. I was going to make no mistake about what was going to happen tonight.

At 7:30 I heard a knock at the door and let Percy inside. We hugged and kissed with eagerness; full on making out with tongues flying. It was very passionate. His hands immediately groped, cupped, squeezed my ass. I pushed my pelvis against his hardening cock. After a couples of minutes, we separated. I looked up and asked, “Would you like some wine and cheese?”

We sat at my kitchen island and drank wine. Percy stared at my boobs, which swung freely. One nipple was slightly exposed and erect. The other was poking through my shirt. “You look so hot right now. I mean really hot,” said Percy.

I blushed and felt my jeans get tighter in the crotch. My labia were swollen and achy. I wondered, “Is this what Blue Balls feels like?” I couldn’t take it anymore. “OK, come on. Let’s go have sex.” I reached out, took him by the hand and pulled him to the bedroom. He excused himself to use the washroom.

When he came out, I was completely naked, standing by the bed.

“Uh, I, um…. wow!” he said.

“What’s wrong? Why are you still dressed?” I asked.

“I just thought we’d kiss more and undress each other.” He said.

I shook my head and said, “I’m really horny and I want to fuck you so bad. Get undressed and let’s do it!” He started taking of his clothes. As he removed his pants, I could see the precum stain on his underwear. When he pulled his underwear down, he had a long string of precum from the head of his penis down to the floor. I was gob smacked. I’d never seen anything like that before. I’d seen precum but only in small amounts, never staining underwear and never looking like drool. As he approached me, I sat back on the bed.

“Scoot back and lie down,” he said. I did and then he separated Hd Porno my legs. By nature, I am very shy. But with Percy, I want to experience everything. He makes me feel special. He listens, he cares, he takes me seriously and most importantly, he doesn’t make me feel stupid. As I lay on my back, legs open, he climbed on the bed positioning himself between my knees. He leaned his body down slowly on me and the warmth our of bodies made us both moan simultaneously.

“I’ve been waiting for this for the past six months,” he said. “You’re the last thing I think about when I go to bed and the first thought I have when I wake up.” I reached up and pulled his face to mine and we French kissed, while pressing our bodies together. My breasts heaved against his chest and his rigid shaft pressed against my labia and clitoris. I moaned into his mouth.

Percy started to grind against my labia and separated them; his cock started sliding down towards my vaginal entrance. He broke off our kiss and kissed my neck down to my breasts. He inhaled my right nipple and licked it; using his tongue to make circles around it. I moaned and moaned. His cock was sliding all over and around my vagina. The area around our combined pelvis’ was soaking wet. When he started sucking and licking my left nipple, I let out a gasp. I grabbed the back of his head with my left hand and pushed it hard to my breast. I felt his teeth apply pressure to my nipple and an, “Oh, oh, yes!” escaped me. He then trailed kisses down my abdomen and finally he reached my landing strip.

“You’re so beautiful!” he said. He looked over my vagina and nuzzled it with his nose, taking in my scent. When he did this, he closed his eyes in ecstasy. I was impressed? Surprised. I’ve never seen anyone do that.

Percy’s tongue entered my slit and flowed over both labia from side to side, “Oh my god, finally,” I said. My moaning continued as he lapped up and down my vaginal walls and up around my clit. Then he increased the pressure and pace and it hits me, “OH! OH! YEAH! YEAH!” I gasp for breath, “UH HUH, OH MY GOD…YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”. I’m bucking, holding his head to my pussy, grinding against his face and he keeps licking my clit until I just can’t take it anymore. I shoved his head away and gasped for air. I can hear my heart thumping in my head and Türkçe Altyazılı Porno I now understand why some refer to the female orgasm as the petit mort. I feel like my vision is dimmed and my head is going to burst.

He lies down on my right side and I face him, panting, putting my head on his chest. “That was amazing!” I said.

“Absolutely my pleasure. I’m so glad we’ve been able to finally get together.” He said.

“Did I ruin it for you by dropping trou so fast?” I asked.

“No, not really. I guess I’m just more romantic about things than you are but I’m not complaining. You just have a touch of horny dude in you,” he said.

“Not yet,” I said. “But I’m about to get some in my mouth.” I moved to straddle his hips, my tits swaying in his face. He reached up and squeezed them. I slid down his body and looked at his stiff member. It was intimidating. Not because it was large; I’ve had much larger, but because it was a new penis to me. I had been in only two other sexual relationships in my life. One was very brief and not really a relationship. It was a rape. The other was my ex-husband. His was the only penis I had known, and touched repeatedly. He was hung like a horse or rhino, whatever. He never fully got it in me because he was too long. Percy’s was perfect. The right length and girth. I stroked it and stared at it. But now I was nervous. I looked up at him; he smiled. I took a deep breath, slowly exhaled and took a look down. Pre-cum rolled down from the head of his cock down to my fingers. I opened my mouth, dropped my head and enveloped his dick.

“Fuuuuuck!” said Percy. I slowly retreated and then quickly plunged down on his pole. I repeated the process and Percy started pumping his hips to meet me. My pussy tingled when I saw how he was responding. I had never really swallowed a penis but now I could feel the base when I got far enough down. On my next approach I slid my tongue out and licked his sack when his dick hit the back of my throat.

“Oh yeah, like that, like that,” said Percy. “That feels so good!” I kept sucking and started playing with his balls. He pulled me up, “OK…OK, OK, OK!” and he pulled me off his dick. “I am going to unload and I am not until I fuck you.” He pulled me up to his face and kissed me hard. No one had ever done that. I licked his tongue Brazzers so he could taste his precum, taste his musk like I did and moaned.

I was straddling him and raised my hips and repositioned them so that the engorged head of his penis was at my vaginal orifice. I started to drop when he suddenly thrust upward. My hands were resting on his chest and when he drove into my pussy, it felt like he was splitting me open but in a good way. “AAAAAGHHH FUCK!”, I screamed and dug my nails into his chest.

“AAAHHH!” he grunted. I started to lift and slam my hips down, bucking and bouncing on his stiffness. He grabbed my hips and lifted me slightly, holding me in place. And then he started hammering into me as fast as he could. His pelvis would slam into my clit, sending shock waves of intense pleasure. I leaned forward and starting kissing him, moaning into his mouth as he kept fucking me hard. He slowed and started to turn. He lifted and flipped me onto my back and kept fucking me. I raised my hips and wrapped my legs around him. When he pushed deep into me, he’d gyrate his hips, effectively grinding his pelvic bone on and around my clit. When he pulled out of his thrust, the helmet of his penis rubbed my g-spot and he sent me into a rare vaginal orgasm; one that, over time, would become routine. When it subsided, he said, “Turn over.”

I turned over and got on my elbows and my knees. I dropped my head, leaned forward and popped my ass up, spreading my legs and presented all my holes in surrender. Percy said, “Oh fuck!” I looked back and saw him stroking his cock with his right hand. His left thumb collected the precum of his dick and he rubbed it on my rosebud. I moaned, dropped my head and closed my eyes in anticipation. In my mind I was worried he’d try to fuck my ass. Its not something I had done before and had no plans to do right now. But his thumb rimming me did, unexpectedly, feel wonderful. I could feel him reposition and then I felt him slowly enter my pussy from behind. It didn’t take long for him to establish a good rhythm. I felt him grab the back of my head and a handful of hair. He pulled my head back and I let out a long moan. His pulling allowed him to bury his dick deeper into my pussy. The sloshing sound we were making allowed him to reach his climax and he shot his load.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHGHHH!” escaped Percy’s mouth. He quivered as he held his hips against me. Finally, he pulled back and his now softening cock flopped out along with drips of cum. The full weight of his body was on my back and I collapsed onto my abdomen. He rolled off and was panting for the next 10 minutes. “You are the best sex ever,” he said.

Carlos packed their camping gear in the car as his dad Cesar started it up. The Mexican men had always gone on their monthly camping trip out in the woods since Carlos turned 14. Carlos thought it was as a response to him coming out despite his single dad having accepted him. Carlos felt that Cesar wanted to joke around with him about getting pussy or even give him some tips. To compensate, Carlos insisted on working out with his dad and entered his school’s fútbol team as the captain. So now that Carlos is 18 and a high school senior, he wanted this camping trip to be memorable.

30 minutes away from the campsite, the men quickly noticed a red-headed person on the side of the road with tattered clothes. Pulling over, they rolled down the windows to see if they needed help. It was a young woman in her 20s, and she looked relieved to see them.

“Ma’am, do you need some help?” Cesar’s deep but kind voice spoke.

“Yes, if y’all don’t mind, can I get a ride? My name is Elinor.”

“Hop in, Elinor. We are going camping but we can take you to a nearby gas station or to the nearest town if ya like. My name is Carlos.”

“I wouldn’t mind camping with y’all, especially if y’all got room for it.”

The men looked at each other and Carlos could tell his dad was studying him to see if he was ok with it. Determined, Carlos opened the back door for her and they reached the campsite 30 minutes later.

With some talk, the men found out Elinor came from a poor and broken home and had nowhere to go. Seeing that it was late at night, the men told her she could stay with them and they would help her get on her feet.

Carlos felt something awaken inside him and caught glimpses of Elinor from the rearview mirror. She had long hair, an hourglass figure, and the biggest pair of breasts he has seen in real life. He felt ashamed. He was gay and had fucked and been fucked by dudes on the team Hd Porno several times. And she is obviously in trouble, he didn’t feel right checking her out. But in no time at all, he noticed his 8 inch uncut cock harden up in his pants. He looked towards his dad to see if he noticed, but Carlos saw a big bulge on his dad’s pants as well. Knowing they both shared some attraction to her, made Carlos happy.

At the campsite, Carlos and Cesar opened some food for Elinor to eat while they both set up the campsite. Their boners going down, Carlos stole a glance at his father once more. All the time at the gym had paid off and Cesar’s hairy dadbod had gained some muscle, especially in his arms. Similarly, Carlos had some hair on his body as well with 6 pack abs and strong muscles too.

The camping set up complete, the men noticed they had only brought one tent and their air mattress was going to make for a cramped sleeping situation.

Cesar volunteered to sleep on the floor but Elinor said she didn’t mind at all and was just happy to have shelter.

Inside the tent, Elinor slept in the middle and the men fell asleep before her.

Carlos woke up and saw that Elinor was stroking his thick, uncut cock as well as his father’s cock. His father was awake and lightly moaning.

“I was wondering when you would wake up. I just wanted to thank y’all for helping me.”

Elinor then went down on Carlos and sucked his cock head while still giving a handy to Cesar. Carlos leaned his head back and moaned right next to his dad. He had bj’s before and given some too but Elinor was on another level. Her experienced mouth and tongue worked under his foreskin and was on her way to taking him to his bush.

Bobbing her head up and down with speed, Carlos almost came when she caressed his big hairy balls. Slowly going back to his cockhead, Elinor jerked Carlos slowly and then went Türkçe Altyazılı Porno to give his dad a blowjob.

Cesar’s moaning got louder and his deep voice motivated Elinor to work fast. Cesar brought his hand down and guided Elinor to suck his cock all the way down to his hairy bull nuts. Cesar looked to his son and they had that same look that they had in the car. Carlos could tell if his dad was wondering if this was okay with him. Carlos nodded his head and started to fully undress.

Following his lead, both Elinor and Cesar also got naked. Here both men could admire Elinor’s naked beauty. From her big breasts and hairy ginger pussy, the men had their cocks harder than ever before in their lives.

Elinor stopped giving Cesar some head and stopped jerking them off. She laid down on her back and presented her pussy for the men to start fucking her. Carlos lightly slapped his dad’s hairy ass to go forward and breed her. While his dad began to go down and lick Elinor’s hairy pussy, Carlos went to her side and put his cock in her face. Elinor licked and played with his cock and hairy balls while getting her clit licked by Cesar.

Carlos got his cock balls deep into Elinor’s mouth, and he turned to look at his father. Cesar was aggressively eating out her hairy pussy and his big manly hands were holding her thighs and caressing them. Cesar brought his head up and pointed his thick 8 inch uncut cock to her pussy lips. Carlos noticed all the details his father did. Rubbing his cock on the lips, enjoying the sensation. Then thrusting, little by little. Elinor moaned into Carlos’s dick. Cesar let out a manly sigh of relief as his cock was now balls deep inside her. Going easy at first, Cesar leaned in on Elinor and put his hairy belly on top of her. Grabbing one tit, and licking the other, Cesar began to fuck her hard. Carlos could see his Brazzers father pistoning in and out, his hairy ass bouncing. Elinor began to put her legs on Cesar’s back, keeping him inside. She came and took Carlos’s cock balls deep. Cesar gave some hard thrusts and came inside her. He laid on top of her for a bit as she sucked off Carlos.

Cesar got off her, victorious and sweaty. He went next to Carlos and lightly patted his hairy ass to go next. Elinor began to clean Cesar’s cock and lick his balls too. Carlos cautiously went up to Elinor. He realized his father had just taught him how to fuck a woman in front of him. Looking at his dad, Carlos knew he was gonna make him proud.

Carlos began by licking her pussy. His dad’s load was there, which enticed him more. Carlos took to eating pussy like a duck to water. The taste of it was addicting, he needed all of it. Elinor came as he was eating her out and he had her juices running down his face. Totally intoxicated, Carlos put his cock on her pussy and began rubbing it. It felt so different than being with a guy. He loved the way she felt and needed to go in. With some of his father’s load in her and with how wet she was, Carlos had no problem going balls deep. His whole body felt like his cock was in the center of the universe.

Letting out a load and deep moan, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Savoring the moment, he gave some test thrust and moved his cock. It felt so warm, wet, and like it was gripping all of his cock giving him a massage. Carlos began to thrust in and out, his hairy balls slapping her ass. Looking at his father, Cesar gave him a thumbs up and looked the proudest he had ever been for his son. Carlos thrust wildly and lowered himself on her. Carlos licked at both her tits and began to motorboat them. It was all so much that Carlos came deep inside her pussy. Cesar cheered and patted his son in the back.

“Good job, son.”

That was all that was said as the men would continue to fuck Elinor all day. Eventually, the men asked her to live with them where she would take care of the house and fuck the men whenever they wanted. Carlos felt like a real man now that he had finally made his dad proud.

Becoming Hers

Part 5

The continuation of the story.

Chapter 22

That began a period of revelation. We began to be more playful in bed. What we liked, and didn’t changed over the years and discovering these new sides of each other reinjected some of the passion that we had lost. One night, for example, Sally came to bed in a crotch-less teddy and a wig. She wanted me to slap her ass and treat her like whore, and I did. I took her like I hadn’t in years but what was most surprising was how much that scenario turned her on. Mostly, though, we began to experiment with scenes of her fucking other men. I would insert a butt plug in her and as she straddled me I would tell her how much two men wanted to take her at the same time. Or she would light candles, lay back in bed, and let me watch her as she spread her legs and fucked herself with a dildo until she came. I would jerk off as she told me about a fantasy involving having another man while I watched.

One day I decided to take things a little further, to make them more dangerous. We were lying in bed cuddling after making love. I was stroking her hair. She had asked me (really demanded from me) during our lovemaking that I say, “I want to watch another man fuck you.” It excited us both.

“Would you really want me to watch another man fuck you?” I asked.

“Mmmm…. I’m not sure. It’s hot to think about but also scary.”

“Why?”

“What would it do to our relationship? Also, maybe he’d have some disease or be disgusting. And if it was anyone I ever ran into again I’d be mortified. Where would we find such a guy? Would you like it?”

“I don’t know either. Same as you. It sounds hot but I wonder about whether I could really stand it. Remember the movie Indecent Proposal?” We had seen the movie a few years back, although it was quite a bit older. It was about a millionaire who offered a million dollars to a couple if the wife would sleep with him once. The jealousy afterwards ripped them apart, and the husband never even witnessed them making love.

“What would you think about posting an ad on some online site? Then we have control and we can play around and figure out if we want to take a next step?” I asked.

“That could be fun,” Sally said as she began to nod out. She soon drifted off to sleep.

The next day I went to work as usual but my mind kept wandering back to our conversation. Could I really go through with this? What would an ad look like? I found thinking about it deeply arousing.

That night, after the kids went to sleep, I brought up the topic again with Sally.

“Have you thought about our conversation last night?”

“Yes. A lot.”

“And?”

“Why don’t do it? Only if you don’t mind, of course.” I could see that this was delicate territory for her. She really was turned on and intrigued by the idea, even if she had some reservations. On the other hand, she didn’t want to hurt me. She would never tell me outright that she wanted to fuck other men. If this was going to happen, I would need to take the lead.

“OK. So we need an ad. And pictures. Why don’t we do the pictures tonight and think more about the ad?”

She agreed and I got my phone. She began to model for me, assuming different poses and wearing different lingerie. We only needed a couple of shots but we had never done this before and the modeling was exciting for us both. Sally was exposing herself in risqué poses to be displayed on the internet so other men could ogle her and decide if they wanted to try to fuck her. We took pictures for about thirty minutes and by the time we were done she was dripping wet and wanted me badly. I didn’t even undress — I just pulled down my pants and took her against the wall, fucking her hard until we both came together. If that was what taking the pictures would do, I wondered if we needed to actually carry this all the way through. Maybe just planning for it would be exciting enough.

The next few nights were busier and we did not have time to write the ad. Friday night, though, we sat down together to work on it with our laptops. We looked around for a while to see what other people wrote. We thought briefly about responding to one of the ads but then decided that having the control of posting the ad, of having men pursue her, would be more fun. We set up a new email account for the purpose. We finally came up with the following:

MWC for M: Professional, married white couple in 30s seek a man to play with the wife. We are not models but we are in good shape and you should be as well. You should be drug and disease free. Discretion is a must. We would talk over the phone first to verify and then meet for a drink. If things click we would go back to our hotel and see what develops. No bi activity. Husband will begin by watching and might join in. We have never done this before and she will decide what we do and at what pace. If interested, please send description, pic, and phone number. Tell us what you would want and if you’ve had experience with this kind of thing.

We attached three Hd Porno pictures of her. In one, she was lying on the bed, face down, wearing a thong. A second was of her standing, from the front below the neck, wearing a sexy but opaque negligee. The third was in a yellow bikini. It was exciting to post it. We went to sleep giddy.

The next morning we were bursting to see the replies but we were too busy with the children. I made pancakes for everyone and then we decided to spend the day at the zoo. As we wandered through the exhibits we exchanged whispered comments.

“How many replies do you think we got?”

“Probably hundreds. You’re so hot.”

She liked that. The kids especially liked the gorillas.

When things had settled down that night we could barely wait to break out the laptop. About twenty-four hours after our posting there were, indeed, over two hundred replies. We settled on four crude screening criteria to use in cutting the replies down to a manageable number. First, any guy who clearly did not read the ad and focused on wanting to fuck me. Second, guys over sixty or who were in some obvious way gross. Third, and related, guys who bragged about their sexual prowess in a way that made us think that he would be more concerned with his own pleasure than Sally’s. Last, guys who sent only close up pictures of their dicks. There were a surprising number of these. What were they thinking?

Weeding out these replies left us with a pool of a little under a hundred viable candidates. We were particularly intrigued in particular by one group of about seven responses of men who said that they did this professionally. The upside of this group was that they were all handsome. Each sent a few pics that included their faces and their naked bodies (but no close ups of dicks!). Their responses were generally articulate and, well, professional. On the downside, we worried especially about diseases and the kind of man who becomes a professional cuckolder.

The more we thought and talked about it, though, the more the idea of hiring a man appealed to us. We were nervous and new — and not even sure that this would develop into anything — and these men could all guide us. We were planning on getting a hotel room and it was a big city, but we still worried about discretion and we were not thinking about an ongoing affair. If we decided to abort at the beginning or in the middle, there was no harm done. After all, we were paying.

As we were focusing on these seven replies one in particular caught Sally’s attention:

My name is Miguel and your ad caught my attention. The pictures are truly stunning! I was Ivy educated and for years worked in finance. A few years ago I quit my job to focus on my true love, sculpture. On the side, I have helped many couples to love each other more deeply, as you both are clearly trying to do. I have done many such sessions, coaching beginners and more experienced couples, but I most enjoy working with beginners. I am disease and drug free (and play safe) and can be anything you need me to be, from a gentle “boyfriend” style lover to a rough Dom. I am 6’1″, 180lbs, muscular and in my 30s. I work out regularly and have good stamina. My fee is reasonable and I would love to hear from you.

The pictures, which obscured his face, showed a muscular, well-built Latino man. Sally found one pose, in a tuxedo, to be particularly sexy. We talked about what she might want: somebody sensitive but also who would be aggressive. This discussion, which made things more concrete than it had been previously, excited us both and before long we had snapped the laptop closed and were on top of each other, fucking hard in the living room as our children slept.

Chapter 23

It took about a week of further talking. Is this really something that we wanted to do? Were we strong enough to survive it? If we did do it, where would our limits be? These discussions usually ended in passionate sex, followed by doubts about whether we actually needed to do it, or could just think and talk about our fantasies. Then we would have the discussion again the next night. Wash, rinse, repeat.

I could see that Sally was really excited by the idea. She was a mother and a wife, not an object of desire. She could still turn heads and I sometimes used to see them turn. But she didn’t feel it anymore. She loved the fact that she used to drive me out of control and now she mostly didn’t. Our recent efforts helped but it was still pretty rare.

On Saturday night we went out for dinner with friends of hers. We really wanted to talk about this but didn’t know how without it becoming too private and awkward. Fortunately, the paper had just run a long feature on polyamory. During a lull in the conversation I raised it.

“Did you see the piece last week in the Times about polyamory?” Of course they didn’t, because they read the Post.

“No, what’s that?”

“Groups of lovers. Like a couple that is open about seeing other people but then one of the partners also falls in love with one of his or her lovers and they create Türkçe Altyazılı Porno a three-way or more relationship.”

“Isn’t that just swinging?”

“I wondered about that too. I think that a key part of it was the communication. All the partners in one of these relationships was constantly sharing and communicating with the others.”

“Sounds exhausting,” said the wife, Elaine.

“Yeah, but I see the appeal. It does keep things fresh,” said the husband, Bob.

“You would want a relationship like that?” Elaine asked Bob.

“Well no, of course not,” he quickly retreated.

“I wonder how bringing in a third would effect a relationship. Surely you can love more than one person at the same time.” Elaine shot Sally a look.

“It’s hard enough to just love Bob,” Elaine said to chuckles.

“Seriously though,” she continued, “I’m not sure I see it. Swinging I get — maybe it would make things interesting. But relationships are hard work.”

Sally saw an opportunity.

“You think swinging could be interesting?”

“Yeah. We tried it a couple of times.”

We did not expect that. Neither did Bob, it seemed, as he began to choke on something briefly. Elaine had had a couple of glasses of wine and she was open, outrageous, and flirty. I could tell that she wanted to goad Bob a little. She could see the incredulity in our eyes.

“It was a while ago. The first time we went to a swingers’ club in Vegas, before we had kids. It was really weird. Everybody was so normal. We sat talking with a number of nice couples for a while and then one invited us upstairs into one of the rooms. We talked about going “soft,” starting just with our own partners with maybe a little wandering here and there. It was pretty hot. They were an attractive couple and we fed off their passion, which then I think really turned them on. A few extra hands and mouths don’t hurt either,” she giggled.

“The first time?” I asked?

“Yes, the second time was more a threesome with a guy I knew from work. Bob, would you like to tell this story?”

Bob looked truly nauseous. “No, you brought it up. Maybe they don’t want to hear.”

“No, sure they do.

“Bob and I had talked about something like this for a while. One day, really accidentally, I went out after work with some people from the office and this guy was with us. He is in his mid-twenties and quite the stud. So we’re all drinking and eventually I find myself in the corner with this guy and he’s hot and I was buzzed and we kissed. I felt so young again. He asked me to go back with him to his place. I said, I’d have to contact my husband and ask.”

Elaine stopped to have another sip of wine and seemed to smile at the memory.

“He freaked out. I told him not to worry. So I texted Bob saying, ‘Found a hot guy. Can I sleep with him? Can you join us?’ Bob answered in a nanosecond. ‘Where?'”

She laughed. “Anyway, we all met at another bar and talked and then went to his apartment, which was nearby. Without getting into details, it was great. Afterwards, though, we both felt a little awkward. The guy was just a boy toy to me, but it made Bob jealous. Not that he didn’t have a good time while it was happening.”

Bob gave a tight smile.

“So we never tried it again. That was, what, eight years ago?” Bob nodded, clearly relieved that the story was over.

“Would you do it again?” Sally asked.

“I would. The experience was fun and I think that in the end it made us closer.”

We all felt a sexual spark. Was Elaine feeling us out to see if we were interested in playing with them? It was not out of the question. Bob was handsome, with rugged chiseled features and what Elaine lacked in looks (although she was good-looking) she made up for with the way the carried herself. I wondered what Sally was thinking. They had known each other since childhood. We gently steered the conversation back to more neutral territory. Maybe in the future, but now this was a little too much to process. We soon finished dinner and went our separate ways.

“So?” I asked.

“Oh my God! I wanted to ask you that!” I laughed.

“Elaine and Bob seem so straight. I was really surprised.”

“Me too! I wonder if everyone except us have tried this?” She left the question hanging.

“Do you think she was hitting on us?” I asked.

“I wondered that too. It would be really weird though. I think that Elaine was just trying to be outrageous. On the other hand, I have thought of Bob.”

We were quiet for a minute, then she asked,

“What about Elaine?”

“She’s pretty sexy. Would you like to see me fuck her?”

“No! We’ve known each other forever. I don’t know, maybe. It depends on what everybody was doing. I know that I’m getting wet thinking about this.”

“I think you want to try it.”

She was quiet.

“Let’s set up a conversation with Miguel.”

Chapter 24

We emailed Miguel who seemed surprised to hear from us. More than a week had already passed and he figured that we had found someone else. He was Brazzers a gentleman, though, and said how much he liked our ad and how it would be a great pleasure to “work with” us. We set up a time for a phone conversation.

We bought a new pay-as-you-go cellphone and used it to call him. Sally was the one to speak to him. She was wearing a sleeveless nightgown with straps. As she sat and called, nervously, I stood behind her so I could hear the tenor of his voice, which was deep and rich. They exchanged a few pleasantries and then he took charge of the conversation, although I could only hear her side of the conversation.

“Thank you. I liked your photos too.”

“No, please. Real. Of course they’re real!”

“Thank you.”

“Please, you don’t mean that. I’m older than you think.”

She giggled.

“That’s my husband’s age.”

“No, we’re not unhappy. We just thought that this could be fun, a way to draw closer to each other. Does that make sense?”

“Totally.”

“Really? How many? And it’s really done that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, I like that too.”

Her hand was wandering down her thigh and I could see her nipples stiffening. I reached into her nightgown and cupped her breasts, running my fingers lightly over her nipples.

“That sounds great.”

“I am. I am touching it now.” Her hand disappeared under her nightgown.

“He is here, playing with my breasts.”

“I don’t know.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Excuse me? Right, when? How about next Friday night?” I had already reserved a hotel room and written down the information for her. Just in case. She gave him the address and told him to meet us at the hotel bar.

“Yes. Me too.”

“Of course. We’ll bring them. Wait, how many?”

“Oh! They come in sizes?”

“OK. Yes. Uhmm… how much should we bring? You know, for your donation?”

“OK. I look forward to meeting you, Miguel.”

She got off the phone and moaned a little as I stroked her. Finally she got up.

“He sounded hot,” I said.

“Yeah.”

“I couldn’t hear him. What did he say?”

“He just complimented me and then some dirty talk.

“Fuck me, Steven.”

I did. When I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, though, I swear I caught her masturbating.

Over the next week Sally seemed distant. She was clearly fantasizing. I too had fantasies, as well as reservations. If he gave her more sexual pleasure than I did, well, what would that mean? I knew that this was about her, but what would my role be? In truth I knew that this was really about me. Could Miguel rouse in me the passion that had ebbed away? What a strange way to do it.

When Saturday came, we drove our children to my parents in Westchester. Just one night, we told them. We just needed some together time. We then drove to the hotel. We got there early and checked in. We had an hour to get ready.

“How do you prepare for something like this?” I asked.

Sally laughed and stepped into the shower. When she was done I got in.

When I got out of the shower, I saw that she was slipping on a sexy, tight-fitting black sleeveless dress. She had black stockings on and when she shifted in the chair the short dress rode up just enough that I could see snaps that must lead to a garter belt. She was wearing a thin gold necklace that I had bought her and her wedding ring. She fixed her makeup and hair. She wasn’t talking but I could imagine what she was thinking.

I got into a more casual khakis and button down shirt. I hadn’t really thought about dress and so didn’t pack anything nearly as fancy. She slipped on her heels.

“Shall we?”

Chapter 25

We arrived at the bar first and ordered cocktails. We were both nervous and wondered if he would show up. I almost wished he wouldn’t.

Just then he arrived.

He was in a slim gray suit with a tight white shirt open at the collar. You could tell he was in great shape. He wore brown loafers that could have been custom made. His gait was sure as he caught site of us and moved I our direction. I saw his dark curly hair, closely cut, and his fiery dark eyes. He had just a hint of stubble. There was something about him that reminded me….

His name was not Miguel. It was Emil, and he had been my freshman roommate at Harvard.

I thought I would have a panic attack. As I mentioned, our suite had mostly guys from similar upbringings as I had. Emil was a misfit in our suite. He had grown up lower middle-class in Los Angeles. He seemed strange and exotic to us. Mostly we froze him out. We never physically hurt him, but I do remember times when we would be verbally unkind, or laugh at him. He never confronted us but we saw less of him as they year went on as he found other people to hang out with. I hadn’t given him a second thought.

And now there he was, coming straight at us for the sole purpose of fucking my wife.

He was in front of us now, introducing himself as “Miguel.” We shook hands and he gave me a long look but said nothing. We had earlier told him that our names were Larry and Roberta. He must have recognized me but if he did he kept it to himself. We each had a drink and he tried to make some light conversation. He occasionally touched Sally’s shoulder or thigh to make a point. He was no longer the awkward, out of place slightly scrawny kid I knew. He was a sleek, charming Lothario.

Sean stretched out in his bed, yawned and contemplated the day ahead. What should he do? Since returning to the UK, he’d worked for a week and then managed to get some time off.

He’d heard from his ‘virtual’ friend Robyn on a daily basis since his return and they’d even had a few naughty cyber sessions, all of which were great fun. Last night however, not long after they’d got each other off, he’d asked if she’d like to meet up. Her response wasn’t exactly what he’d hoped for, she’d said she was busy with work and wasn’t sure if she could get the time off. When he suggested a weekend the reply was equally as evasive too. Was Robyn just going to be an on screen fuck buddy?

Almost falling out of bed, Sean showered, dressed and went to find something to eat in a local coffee shop. His usual haunt was quiet today and he sat watching the world go by for an hour or so. He was on his 3rd coffee of the day, when his phone pinged. It was Robyn, she’d thought about his proposal to meet up and had managed to get some time off the weekend coming.

“Great”, Sean replied, “shall we meet up? I can come to you if that helps “

“Sure”, came the reply, “I’ll message you later to arrange things”

“Lovely ” Sean typed out, “Speak later”.

Sean went back to his room in his work campus. He was lucky his work accommodated some staff, since he’d had nowhere else to stay after splitting with his ex wife. Yes it wasn’t ideal, but he had the freedom to come and go as he pleased, unlike the Country he’d been stuck in for the previous 6 months.

True to her word, Robyn messaged him where and when to meet and Sean began to plan where to stay.

The weekend was still 4 days away, so he decided to pack a bag and head off for the intervening days. He made a call and booked a room for the weekend near where Robyn had suggested and set off. He had no other firm plans though, deciding to just find somewhere en route as he drove.

4 hours later he’d managed to book a room in a small hotel near the sea in Mid Wales, unpacking his stuff Sean headed out to explore. Having never been here before all was new, so he found a seafront hostelry, got a drink and sat to watch the world go by again.

As the day wore on those working were replaced by those heading out for the night, young lads in their best jeans and shirts, hoping to pull and ladies in tight tops and short skirts that were bound to get them attention later on.

A group of young girls descended on an adjacent table to Sean and he couldn’t help noticing some shapely legs among them, not to mention unbelievably tight tops, some displaying heaving chests. Sean felt his cock twitch at the sight before him and chuckled inwardly at his predicament as his cock stiffened further!

Absent mindedly he chided himself for lusting over ladies that were probably young enough to be his daughters.

He was just deciding whether to get another drink when one of the young girls teetered over to him on her high heels. “Have you got a light?” she asked. Sean took in the sight of the lady in front of him, she was 20 at most, her skirt was more like a belt and her voluminous cleavage was almost falling out of her top as she leant towards him. Tearing his eyes from her chest Sean mumbled “Sorry, I don’t smoke”.

“Ok, thanks anyway” the girl replied and she wandered off seeking someone that could help her on her quest for a light.

Sean returned to the bar, grabbed another drink and made his way back to his table and found that he had 3 young ladies sat on one side of his table, one of whom was the lady who’d asked for a light. Sean settled on the other side of the table, sipped his drink and carried on people watching as darkness fell.

He table companions drifted away after a few minutes and he sat quietly, enjoying his own company. His mind wandered to Robyn and what she was doing, what would happen when they eventually met, would he get to fuck her?

The next day Sean was awake surprisingly early, so he went for a quick run along the beach while it was still quiet. Back in his room, he showered, dressed and headed down for breakfast. Half an hour later he was out on the promenade again, wondering what to do for the day. Turning right he walked for a good half an hour, the road ended and he followed a track up onto the headland. Sean found the walk easy enough, despite the incline and soon found himself looking down and back on the town a mile or so below him. I could get used to this he decided. Time away from everything, no pressure to do anything, meet anyone and even better no work either.

The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag as Sean wandered around, going nowhere in particular. He had a cursory, “I’m ok, hope you are too” message from Robyn, but that was it, no looking forward to meeting you, nothing at all.

Back at his hotel, Sean stretched out on his bed and fell into a contented slumber, only woken when the evening crowds announced themselves outside. What to do now? His belly rumbled, making his decision for him.

Making Hd Porno his way out, he headed for the same bar as last night, ordered food, a drink and took a seat at the same table as before.

Sean ate watching folks walking by, some clearly half cut already and others trying not to look too drunk as to look silly. He recognised the lady that asked him for a light the previous night, again she was dressed to attract attention and he smiled to himself as he watched her totter by in heels far to high for anyone to be comfortable in. “How the hell do they walk in those?” he smiled to himself.

Turning back to his drink, he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find the young lady smoker gazing down at him, teetering on her heels. “Mind if I take a seat please?”

Smiling Sean, gestured for her to help herself. “Thanks, my feet are fucking killing me!” his new table mate moaned, “Why I decided to wear these heels is beyond me.”

Sean again smiled and turned back to his drink, “You don’t say much do you?” the young lady enquired. “I have my moments” Sean replied, “but if I have nothing to say,

whats the point in saying nothing?”

“That’s a bit deep isn’t it? I’m Alice, by the way, you are?”

“Sean.”

“Nice to meet you Sean, on holiday I take it?”

“Something like that Alice”

Alice fished in her bag and dug out her cigarettes, sparked up and blew a cloud of smoke out, rubbed her feet and leant back against the table. “You don’t smoke right? I remember from last night.”

“Yep, not for me, used to but quit a while go now.” came the reply from Sean.

“So, you do have a tongue in your head then?” laughed Alice.

“When I have something to say, yep.” Sean replied raising his glass to his new friend. “I’m going to get another one, guess I should offer you one too…”

“Don’t force yourself Sean, but yes a vodka red bull would be great, no ice, thanks.”

Sean rose and five minutes later he was back to find Alice with a new companion sat next to her, a young man of about 25 was drooling over her and making it fairly obvious he was interested in the contents of her tight top, the way he was leering at her.

Smiling at her predicament, he placed her drink down and sat opposite and sipped his own drink. Alice smiled her thanks and gestured that she’d like his help in getting rid of her new suitor, who clearly had a few on board and was beginning to get touchy feely with her.

“Alice, you look like your getting cold there, coming inside love?” Sean intoned, rising from his seat and holding out his hand.

“Oi, who are you?” the leery young man half shouted, “I was getting somewhere with this one”.

“Oh right,” Sean replied stepping closer to the younger man, “Looks to me like she’s not interested pal and besides she already has a man in her life, so if I was you, I’d leave it!”

Sean glowered at him, hoping he’d get the hint and back off, while holding his hand out for Alice, who gratefully took it and hid behind him.

“Fucking slut!” the younger man slurred, “she’s gagging for it dressed like that.”

“Tell you what”, Sean said quietly, leaning closer, “take a walk, while you still can, otherwise I’m gonna lay you out on the table for all these lovely people to see.”

A flicker of doubt crossed his possible opponents face and then he stepped back, bunched his fists and swung with a right that Sean saw coming from a mile back. Sean leant back, avoided the haymaker aimed at him, stepped in and jammed his open hand into the throat of his drunken opponent, pushed him back and down and slammed him into the bench.

Holding him in place Sean growled, “This ends right now, understand?”

His young opponent nodded meekly as Sean held him down.

“Good, we’re going now, I suggest you do the same, ok?”

Again a compliant nod answered Sean, so he released his grip on the younger man and stepped back. The young man scrambled to his feet, holding his neck and wandered off, through the small crowd that had gathered at the commotion.

“Bloody hell, remind me not to get on the wrong side of you!” came a whisper from behind. Alice was still there, looking frightened at what had just happened.

“I’m a pussycat really”, Sean chuckled.

“Err, ok” she replied, “think I owe you a drink after that, come on.”

Taking his arm she led Sean inside heading to the bar.

Drinks in hand, again Alice took the lead, almost dragging Sean into a quiet booth, pushing him in and squeezing in next to him.

“Thanks again for rescuing me outside, that wasn’t good.”

“My pleasure Alice, I could see you weren’t interested in him.”

“God no! He was awful, you on the other hand, well ya know.”

“No I don’t Alice, what?”

“Well, all that testosterone has got me, ya know a little, erm flustered shall we say.”

“Oh, err ok, you mean?”

“Yep! Putting it bluntly, it’s made me feel horny!” Alice whispered in Sean’s ear.

“Look Alice, I’m flattered, really I am, but, you’re quite a bit Türkçe Altyazılı Porno younger than me.” Sean replied, going slightly red at the thought of Alice’s horny state.

“I don’t want to marry you Sean, lighten up, I’m 26 and after that I’m horny and want a bloody good seeing too!” Alice exclaimed.

Stunned into silence, Sean contemplated the situation. He was still single, he’d yet to meet Robyn and even if he did finally meet her, would anything come of it? Did he want a relationship? He honestly didn’t know was the answer and here was a very attractive young lady asking him to, for all intents and purposes, fuck her senseless.

“Well?” Alice asked, “you gonna give me what I want or do I go home and get my rabbit out?”

“I’m no expert in these things, but from what I’ve heard those rabbits are meant to be very good.” Sean replied.

“Maybe,” said Alice, “but I prefer a man’s hands on me, nothing beats strong hands on my arse and tits.” She trust her ample bust out, as if to emphasise her point.

“Well, in that case you and me best do something about your needs then Alice”

Sean said, finally realising that his young, nubile friend was deadly serious.

Minutes later, the door slammed shut behind Alice and Sean, as they made it to his room. Alice nonchalantly walked to the middle of the room, whipped her tight top off, dropped her skirt to the floor and stood facing Sean in just her underwear and heels.

The sheer, lacy pink bra had difficulty keeping Alice’s boobs in, her nipples, pink and stiff pushed against the thin material, Sean twitched in his jeans at the sight.

Turning away from him Alice bent over revealing her firm arse, cheeks seperated by a shred of pink material, consumed by her almost perfect derriere. She teasingly slapped a cheek, making it wobble and leaving a red mark.

Turning back to face him, she licked a finger provocatively, slid it inside her tiny thong, then removed it and sucked her finger. “Mmm, I love the taste of my pussy Sean, always makes me horny tasting myself. Come try it yourself.” Alice pulled the this gusset aside, inviting Sean to lick her kitty.

Sean covered the short distance between them in two strides, then dropped to his knees, level with Alices wet pussy. Nosing closer he closed his eyes and took in her sweet, musky scent, she smelt wonderful. Opening his eyes, Sean gasped. In front of him were the biggest pussy lips he’d ever seen! They must have hung down at least 2 inches and they were thick and wet, with a fat clit nestling above them.

“Like my big cunt lips Sean?” Alice enquired from above him, Sean simply nodded. ” Good, then suck them honey, go on eat me, I love having my fat lips sucked”.

Without another thought, Sean opened his mouth and enveloped Alice’s pussy. Her fleshy lips filed his mouth completely and her fat clit rubbed his nose as he sucked happily away. Alice grabbed the back of his head and pushed her crotch into his face, getting wetter by the second, sweet juices leaking into Seans mouth as he feasted on her wet pussy.

Sean had never been smothered by such big pussy lips before, but he was enjoying the experience for the first time, those fat cunt lips had him as hard as a rock inside his jeans, his fat cock straining for release. Deftly Sean undid his belt and fly to relieve the tension in his jeans, his fat cock free at last, the cool air making him twitch as he carried on licking Alice’s pussy.

He managed to crane his neck and look up while he feasted on Alice, his view was one to behold. Alice had taken her big tits out of her bra and was pinching her rock hard nipples, squeezing her tits in delight at having her pussy expertly licked. Seans cock was now throbbing in the cool air of the room, his young friend had made him horny as fuck, he briefly wondered if her pussy felt as good to fuck as it did in his mouth.

“Don’t fucking stop Sean, I’m close, keep going, fuck that’s good!” Alice moaned through gritted teeth as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm rising from within.

“Gonna come Sean, gonna fucking come, keep going, oh FUCK!”

Sean redoubled his efforts, lashing her clit and sucking her huge lips, her hands pulled him in harder still and she began to shake, almost breaking free of Seans mouth. Then it hit her, she began to come! Alice’s legs almost buckled as she pressed her cunt into Seans mouth. It was like a fountain all over Seans face.

“Fucking coming you bastard, eat me, fucking eat my wet pussy!” Alice screamed as wave after wave of pleasure hit her. Sean hit her clit one last time with his tongue and Alice gushed even more, squirting all over his face, into his mouth, making him gasp for breath as wave after wave of Alice’s ejaculate smashed into his face.

“Oh my God!” Alice mewed as she collapsed back towards the bed, her knees hitting the edge as she sat with a plop, legs still shaking as an aftershock hit her. “That was fucking amazing Sean, I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet before Brazzers and I’m sorry I gushed like that, it’s never happened before.”

“No apology needed Alice,” Sean gasped, still breathing heavily, face coated with Alice’s come, “I loved every second of eating you, you really turned me on too, see?”

Staggering to his feet, Sean gripped his cock at it’s base and stroked it, staring down at Alice. He was almost leering at the sight before him, the younger lady leaning back on the bed on her elbows, big tits rising and falling, juicy pussy slick with her come. Big lips dangling down, her hard clit poking out, large and proud.

Sean stepped forwards and leant down, his lips meeting Alices for the first time, he kissed her deeply, tongue delving past her lips, tongue searching hers. Alice moaned into Seans mouth as she tasted herself on his lips and tongue, savouring the taste of her own come.

After several minutes of deep kissing Sean again dropped to his knees and pulling Alices knickers to the side, he lined up the head of his fat cock with her dripping pussy. He jiggled his cock up and down her huge cunt lips, coating it with her juices, before pushing the head in-between her lips, finding the tight entrance to her pussy.

Sean pushed slowly in, Alice’s huge lips parted, allowing him inside her tight wet hole. Sean couldn’t believe how wet she was, he’d never fucked a squirter before, let alone one as hot or young as Alice. Alice, threw her head back as Seans fat cock impaled her, feeling her tight cunt filling up with her older lovers thick, veiny penis. His balls coming to rest against her arsehole, before he withdrew it, til just the head rested inside her.

Then Sean, rammed it back in, hard! Alices tits bounced, her eyes rolled in her head and her pussy tingled as he began to fuck her, hard. She was in heaven as he built up speed, strong hands gripping her thighs as he unceremoniously rode her puffy, tight pussy.

Reaching up Sean, grabbed Alices big tits as he fucked her, pinching her nipples, pulling her big tits away from her svelte frame. His hard shaft, reaming her fuck hole, balls slapping against her arse with every forceful stroke. Jesus she’s fucking tight, he thought as she gripped him with her pussy.

“Fuck, you’re tight Alice, really tight on my cock” Sean groaned as he shafted her.

“Just, fucking, fuck me Sean, bang my slutty pussy you bastard!” Alice moaned back at him.

Then Sean stopped, withdrew his cock, got to his feet, Alice was about to protest when he pulled her to hers. He dragged her across the room to a dresser, pushed her over it, arse sticking out and stood behind her, cock dancing in the cool night air.

Alice looked up and into the mirror in front of them, smiled and said, “Go on then, feed me your fat throbbing cock, fuck me and don’t you dare hold back. I want you to pound me til I cum and you shoot your load in me!”

Sean smiled, slapped Alice hard on her arse, then lined his cock up with her dripping, puffy pussy. Parting her prodigious lips with the end of his cock, he slowly slid right in til his balls were nestling on her clit, then he began to fuck her. She wanted to be pounded, he thought, I’ll fucking pound her! His cock glistening with her cum, Sean fucked Alice for all he was worth, his balls smashing into her clit with every stroke. Alice moaned with delight, “Go on, that’s it, bang my cunt, don’t stop, give it to me.”

Sean fucked Alice even harder, her big tits swinging wildly as he rode her puffy hole, big lips sucking his cock in. Holding her hips tight, his fat member buried deep in her delicious pussy, he took one hand away, slapped her arse hard one last time and then spat on her arse. He massaged his saliva around her little brown hole, teasing Alice, who wriggled against his digit, before he slid it in. Now Sean had both holes plugged and Alice loved it!

She pushed back onto his cock and thumb, twitched and began to shudder once more. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum again Sean, fuck! FUCK! FUCK! I’m coming!”

Sean didn’t miss a beat, he kept his thumb buried in her arse as he banged Alice hard, then he felt it, another gush as Alice came all over his cock. It dripped all over his balls, running down his legs, squelchy cum drenching him.

Job done, he thought, my turn now! “Fuck, you’re a dirty bitch Alice, squirting on me like that.” Alice grinned at him, ” you’re a dirty fucker Sean, gonna give me your load now? Come on give me what I want, fucking shoot your load for me.”

That did it for Sean, his cum began to roar from his balls, “fucking coming Alice, coming.” he groaned.

Quick as a flash Alice moved of his cock, dropped to her knees and began to wank Seans cock. Sticking her tongue out, mouth wide open, she furiously jacked him off, her come lubricating her hand. Sean threw his head back, as his member began to spew ribbons of thick, white cum. Alice jerked him off harder still, coating her massive tits, then, greedily sucking the last few spurts out of him. Licking any drops off her lips like she was licking a lollipop.

Sean staggered back and looked down at Alice, her lips drenched in his come, tits coated in his white fluid. Alice squeezed her tits, pinched her nipples and rubbed his cum into her massive melons, making sure she caught every drop of Seans come.

I made out wildly last night at a Spanish party with one of my students Alex. Cheated on my boyfriend. The funny thing is: I wanted it! I saw it coming for weeks and did nothing to stop it, in fact I probably encouraged it. I really liked him since he first joined my language class – very sexual and just strangely attractive. Something inside me wanted to see if it would happen and of course didn’t take anyone into consideration, least of all my boyfriend, hundreds of miles away in another country.

I knew he was going to be there but my heart still jumped when I saw him walk in. A few minutes later, he came to our table where I was drinking with my friends and Alex talked and joked with me. Lots of loitering eye contact left me in no doubt that I was in a dangerous situation here. After a few more drinks, my friends and got up and were dancing when I suddenly felt hands on my hips from behind — I looked round, my startled expression turning instinctively into a smile when I saw it was him.

He told me I looked beautiful and danced closely behind me – he was so confident and easygoing. He escalated things — lingering touches on my side, guiding me in the dance, suddenly we were face to face and the kiss came so easily. We kissed on the dance floor for several minutes, oblivious to my friends who must have been scandalised to see me passionately kissing my student — Alex must have noticed the attention as he led me to another, more secluded part of the bar.

I’m getting turned on as I write this. God, I really enjoyed it with Alex – it was really fun – very gentle and yet definitely wild – he can kiss really well. I did not want it to stop. After a while I was so turned on I could barely breathe. I loved the way he touched me. My ass, breasts.

Even this part of the bar wasn’t all that private — some of my friends looked at us shocked – they knew I wasn’t single – but I did not care. He slipped his hand inside my top and ran his fingers over my breasts, stroking my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra, making me moan into his ear and run my hands through his hair.

He looked around and, when no one was near, he slipped his hand between my thighs and stroked my pussy through my jeans. His dark eyes glinted in the dim light and he smiled as he tortured me, my hips involuntarily rising and falling as his hand drove me crazy with lust. His large hand enveloped mine and he moved it down to the straining bulge in his jeans. He moaned as I traced the outline of his erection with my fingers.

I really wanted to go to bed Hd Porno with him but I was somehow able to control myself, thank God. My friends came to collect me and scolded me for cheating on my boyfriend, but I strangely felt no shame or regret.

Later that evening, alone in bed, I fantasied about the situation, I imagined that we had gone back to his room together. I felt his kisses on my skin, his hands on my breasts and hips – what it would be like to look into his eyes as I opened his pants and take him in my hand and mouth… I wanted so much to feel him deep inside me. I can’t believe I’m writing this, but I just wanted him to take me, to fuck me.

My hand wandered down my stomach and into my panties — my pussy was soaking wet – and I quickly and urgently came hard, thinking of him. I fell asleep immediately and had a very sexual dream.

Two days later was our class. I wasn’t planning anything but I wore my hair down, my best jeans and an unnecessarily tight-fitting green top that highlighted my full breasts. I’d been half dreading it and half exploding inside to see him again. Anyway, I was very professional, but I felt him looking at my body when I wrote on the whiteboard. I had butterflies in my stomach.

After the lesson I tidied up quickly, paused a moment to contemplate the situation, then ran to catch up with him. I had been feeling conflicted about my boyfriend so I told him it was a mistake and I want us to remain platonic friends. We went to the Irish pub and had a coffee and it was very nice; I played it very cool but I got goosebumps every time our skin innocuously touched. I realised the initiative was entirely with him.

We walked back to my flat together and said goodbye but he didn’t walk away. Instead he suddenly shoved me against the wall and kissed me. I opened my mouth, sighed with delight and let his tongue inside as his strong arms wrapped around me; I parted my legs and he aggressively pushed his thigh between them; I was instantly wet.

We both knew what would happen now and I broke the kiss, smiled, shamelessly took his hand and led him up the two flights of stairs, him admiring my ass in my jeans on the way up. Less than a minute later we were in my room: me moaning as he kissed my neck and his fingers opened my jeans quick as lightning. His hand slipped into my panties as I opened my mouth and he kissed me greedily.

His fingers worked their way down through my soft pubic hair and he gently opened my swollen, drenched vagina with one finger. He breathed heavily Türkçe Altyazılı Porno as he felt how wet I was for him and I kissed him wildly. I had never been so aroused in my life — he quickly found my clitoris and waves of electric, pulsing pleasure crashed through my body, I felt an orgasm approaching.

My knees were soft and I was swaying: I wanted him so much. I came hard against his hand, half falling into him. He laughed confidently as I rested my head against his chest, my blonde hair dishevelled, drawing my breath in long, shuddering gasps. I heard his heart pounding in his chest.

Before I had chance to recover he quickly and systematically undressed me and soon I was entirely naked, squinting in the bright sunlight that was strongly through the attic window, warming my skin.

He kissed me, his hands gently exploring me, cupping my breasts and stroking my exquisitely aroused nipples. He led me to my bed and told me to lie down and he removed his T-shirt as I obeyed him. I thought he would fuck me now but instead he parted my thighs, knelt at the foot of the bed and, to my surprise and delight, proceeded to go down on my soaking pussy.

My God. His fingers – his tongue! He knew exactly what he was doing and gave me a series of strong, violent orgasms within minutes, as quick and hard as ever – embarrassingly, at least one of my flatmates was at home and I’m sure I overheard everything.

He stood up — he had taken off the rest of his clothes in the meantime and stood naked in front of me, grinning and stroking his rather big and very hard penis in his hand, presumably admiring his pretty naked teacher who had just surrendered to him so completely. His thick, hard, veiny, uncircumcised cock was at once beautiful and threatening, jutting out from a patch of trimmed pubic hair. His body was toned and more athletic than I’d expected.

I looked into his dark eyes and the words “please fuck me” just fell out of my mouth. Without a word, he climbed onto the bed between my open thighs, above me, and in one movement pushed deep into me. I was on the pill but my boyfriend always wore a condom so it was Incredible to feel his warm, heavy — and considerably larger – penis ease inside me.

I felt so full I could only cry for joy and moan his name as he began to fuck me.

My fingers grabbed his well-trained butt and encouraged him to push deeper into me. I honestly didn’t know that sex can be so good. It was amazing. He looked me straight in the eye and even laughed Brazzers as I came again almost immediately, almost sobbing. It felt so good to have him deep inside me. I kissed him long and deep and embraced him, wanting to feel his skin against my whole body.

He then took control and enjoyed me in numerous positions: against the wall, really hard from behind — this was almost too much, as he pounded deep into me with his hands gripping my hips. He told me to tell him in English to fuck me harder and found myself obliging, something I’d never really done before – telling him how good he felt inside me and how big he was.

He later said he found it best with me “on top”… of course, so did I…;) He loved looking at my body, he couldn’t keep his hands off my breasts and ass. I lost count of the number of times he made me come, we were both drenched in sweat.

At the end we had again very intimate sex in the missionary position. He kissed me and told me I was beautiful and then proceeded to fuck me hard and steady. It was so intense! – I’ve never been fucked so well – his stamina was so impressive. I had my biggest orgasm from this and really didn’t know if I could go on.

But he finally came soon afterwards. Thank God not in me, but he took his big, thick penis in his hand and sprayed his sperm over my stomach and my breasts! It was so surprising — ropes of it hit me again and again and I felt it all hot, slowly dripping down from my side across my side onto the bed. I was so finished. I suddenly felt so empty without him in me.

He came to me in the shower afterwards. We washed each other gently and I took his cock in my hand and started stroking it – he quickly became very hard again and I went to my knees and put the thick tip in my mouth. He moaned as I sucked him. He was surprisingly hard again – I knew he would have come soon, but I decided to prolong the moment… I looked him straight in the eye and licked my tongue slowly along his whole penis – I played with his perfect shaft and balls for a while, teasing him as revenge for dominating me so entirely earlier!

But as he moaned and played with my hair I got so turned on and just wanted to taste him. I settled down into the corner of the shower and grabbed his ass — he needed no encouragement and soon he was practically fucking my mouth.

This time he displayed none of the supreme control he showed earlier and he moaned loudly and grabbed my tousled hair as he came heavily in my mouth. I swallowed everything — something I never do.

We stayed in that position, him panting and standing over me, the water pouring over us, while I gathered myself, his semi hard penis resting against my flushed cheek and my hands idly stroking his firm ass and thighs. As my thoughts slowly returned to reality, I remembered my boyfriend is visiting next weekend…

I was stunned. Yewande. After how many years? I didn’t know whether to hug her or just be casual, even though my heart was running laps in my chest. It was like a door to my past had been flung open. The last time I saw this girl was the day I invited her to my dad’s birthday. I remembered the betrayal I felt that night; her voice over the phone when she called me to apologize during my service year and how I told her to never call me again. All that was more than five years ago and in one fell swoop, it all came back. All these thoughts flooded my mind for a few seconds before I came back to reality.

“Yewande…” I uttered.

“Dimeji…is it really you?” she said. Her eyes were wide as saucers. I didn’t know whether to hug her or play cool. I decided on the latter in order not to betray my feelings.

“Yewande…” The armless, plunging V-neck African print jumpsuit she wore adorned her beautiful curves. A sharp glint of light reflected off the pendant of her necklace and drew my eyes to the inviting bulge of her smooth cleavage. A nice shade of red stained her wet lips. I felt my heart strings tug.

“I see you guys have met. You did not even wait to be introduced,” I heard Iffy say as she walked up to where we stood near the table.

“Wait…you mean she’s your friend you wanted to introduce me to?” I asked in disbelief.

“DJ is the guy you were telling me about?” Yewande asked almost at the same time.

Iffy looked confused. “Dimeji? Yes, he’s the one I told you about. Do you know him?” She kept looking back and forth between the two of us.

“Of course, I know him…”

“Wait a minute, you said her name was Olaide…” I blurted.

“Yes, her name is Olaide,” Iffy replied. I turned to Yewande, who just smiled back.

“How do you know her?”

“We attended the same university back home in Nigeria. I was…she was like a sister to me,” I said.

“Ahh,” Iffy replied, her head nodding up and down with suspicious interest etched all over her face, “well then, it makes things easier for me. I’ll let you two catch up,” she smiled and left. I turned to Yewande.

“Olaide?” I asked, confused. Then it clicked. Her names was Olaide. Her middle name. I just didn’t remember because she seldom used it and everyone called her Yewande back home. I led her back to our table. I pull out a chair for her and she sat down ever so elegantly.

It was true. She oozed class. I won’t lie, I was slightly intimidated. This was a different Yewande from the one I knew so many years ago. She looked entirely different. Her aura portrayed more sophistication and style. She seemed more mature. I was tempted several times in the course of the night to caress her glowing skin, but I controlled myself. I did not know how she would react to me. Those old feelings I had buried long ago started to resurface.

Finally, the party began to wind down. Very satisfied guests started to leave. Yewande…Olaide…informed me she was calling it a night. I saw her off to the car park where an Uber ride waited. I opened the door for her.

“It was nice seeing you again Yewande,” I said.

She smiled, and memories flooded back again.

“It was nice seeing you again too Dimeji,” she responded.

I hesitated, then gave her a small hug. I felt the slightest of tenseness from her. I quickly took a step back and she got in.

“I hope to see you again sometimes…maybe catch up over coffee?”

She stared at me for a moment. “Maybe,” she responded. I closed the door and watched the glow of the tail-lights as the car drove out of the parking lot. It was only then did I realize that I hadn’t asked for her number.

A couple of days later, Iffy called me at work, demanding to know how it went with Olaide…Yetunde, I mean. I told her it went quite well. She kept pushing for more information, but I told her nothing out of the ordinary happened. I just explained that I knew her way back in university, and she was just a younger sister to me. She then asked me what I thought about her. I told her she did describe her perfectly, and she would make a good girlfriend for someone, but sadly that person was not me. Iffy yelled and hollered at me over the phone, saying she could not believe what I was telling her. She was literally carving an easy path to the girl’s heart for me, and here I was balking at the opportunity. I didn’t want to tell her about everything that had happened between us in the past, so I told her I was sorry, but not interested. I did not want to dwell on those memories any more than I already had in the past day or two. For the first time, Iffy cursed me out.

In all honesty, Yewande was the last person I expected to reappear from my past, and it threw me off balance a bit I must admit. She still had that cute baby face, but she seemed much more beautiful, refined, and poised. At least, those were the few things I could decipher in the few hours we spent at the party. She really did not talk much, only telling me she had been in Canada for about a year and was about halfway through her graduate program. Iffy was her Porno course mate and they hung out together either in her parents’ house or mostly at her apartment. She did not tell me where she stayed, and I did not want to push for more information, being that we just met after such a long time.

The following weekend, Charles and I decided to play a round or two of tennis. We had this “bet” going on between us where we each bet a hundred dollars on a game of three. Whoever won two games would put the hundred dollars into the pot. At the end of the year, we would then share the combined amount equally, regardless of who put in more money. We had these games every other Saturday depending on our schedule. That Saturday, I drove over to his place to pick him up for the game. When I got to his door, tennis racket in hand and bag slung over my shoulder, he told me the girls were on their way. They wanted to join us in the game. I saw no problem with that arrangement.

About ten minutes later, we heard a car pull up outside and then a loud horn. I followed Charles out of the house and stopped briefly in my tracks. Behind the wheel of the gleaming Ford Explorer was Iffy. Sitting beside her in the passenger seat was none other than Yewande. Iffy yelled my name and waved frantically. I greeted her back, telling her she looked swell behind the wheel of her ride. I said hi to Yewande, and she responded with a smile and small nod. The two girls bundled themselves to the back and we guys took the front seats, with Charles driving.

We arrived at the club about an hour later. At first, we paired up with we boys against the girls. It was soon evident that they did not know how to play as much as we did. After a while, Iffy complained about us cheating, and suggested we paired up guy-girl. She switched places with me, and Yewande became my partner.

At first we lost two serves. Then I strictly began to target Iffy with the ball. Charles knew what I was trying to do, but each time Iffy, being the strong-headed girl she was, wanted to do it her way. I let Yewande have a go at her as well, and soon she began to loosen up and have fun. Each time she ran after the ball, I caught glimpse of her white boy shorts under the tennis skirt she had on. She moved elegantly, and after about an hour or so, we finally called it a game. Yewande and I had won by two games to one. She squealed in delight and gave me a hug, which caught me a bit by surprise. The way she jumped up and down as she hugged me, I almost saw that little girl of so many years ago. That brief body contact triggered my mind, and I wanted to hold her even closer. I quickly cleared my mind and dropped my hand which I realized I had rested on her lower back just above her skirt.

We decided to have a few drinks after we had freshened up, so we all headed to the bar. I was not much of a drinker, so I ordered a Corona. Charles got a few bottles of his Heineken, while the girls each took a Pink Lady. The alcohol loosened their tongues, and soon both girls were giggling. None of us had eaten anything since breakfast, so the effect of the drinks on empty stomachs was quite more pronounced. We ordered a few bites which we consumed with our drinks

Much later, we all called it a great day. I had to drive as I only drank one bottle in accordance to my strict policy to drinking. Charles had taken like five bottles. Iffy was smashed. She had drunk about three glasses of the stuff. The only other person who seemed a bit okay was Yewande. I could tell she was tipsy, but she was not out of sorts.

I finally pulled up to Charles’ place around seven. I deposited my gear into the trunk of my Lexus. I told Charles we would see at work. Iffy stumbled into the house. She was really drunk. I turned to Yewande, who stood there looking at her friend as she disappeared into the house. I asked her if she needed a ride home. She hesitated at first, then nodded. She dropped her gear on the back seat and hopped in beside me.

The drive was quite nice. I guess the alcohol made her relax, as she was much freer with me this time around. I glanced over at her profile as we chatted; her hair blowing gently in the breeze coming in the window, her slim arms, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, down to her smooth laps. I only gave her brief looks so as not to make her aware I was checking her out. She did really look good.

It took me about forty-five minutes to get to her place — a small community not far from a university (which she later told me was where she attended). She had fallen silent along the way, and I saw she had dozed off. I drove to the front of her building and parked at the entrance. I looked at her a few more moments, taking in her features again before I gently shook her. She started, and looked around before composing herself. She thanked me for the ride. For some reason, she did not get down immediately. Her hand lingered on the door handle. I reached over and patted her shoulder, and told her it was nice seeing her again. She smiled back at me. I hesitated a bit, and then Altyazılı Porno with my heart in my mouth, I asked for her number. I told her I would like to meet up with her sometimes and catch up. She looked at me for a long time, without a smile nor frown. I was beginning to wonder if I shouldn’t have, but she then smiled briefly. She opened her hand, and I placed my phone in her palm. She dialled her digits, making sure it rang before handing the phone back to me.

“Call me some time,” she said. She grabbed hear gear from the back seat, smiled at me once more, before getting down and jogging up the stairs into her apartment complex.

I waited the customary two to three days before I called her. She was pleased to speak to me, and we chatted for some time. I asked her if she would like us to meet up somewhere, and she said yes. We met up at a café near her school.

That’s how we spent the next couple of months. Over that time, I found out this was a different Yewande from the one I knew in school, the one I took care of, the one who “betrayed” me for my brother. She was more matured, more thoughtful, and much calmer, but the playful one I had loved back then still lurked somewhere in there. She sometimes came along to the tennis games with Iffy, who seemed pleased to see us hanging out together. I always told her we were just friends and nothing more. But there were times when I wanted to touch her, caress her face, and I realized those old feelings were beginning to re-emerge. I had to keep them in check; I did not want to betray my true emotions. Even though many years had passed, it was still Yewande – the same Yewande who betrayed me so many years ago. Several times I could feel her disappointment whenever I wanted to touch her, to hold her and I pulled away. I know she wanted me to, and it pained her to see me hesitate.

One night, things came to a head. I had invited her to dinner at an expensive restaurant that evening. Why I decided to still amazes me till today. Maybe I was just trying to impress her, maybe I wanted to see how she still felt about me, maybe I just wanted to see her glow, which she did. She looked exceptionally beautiful and elegant in her simple black dress that evening, and I was sorely tempted to take her in my arms and kiss her.

The dinner went very well. She was clearly impressed. She fit right in to the environment. Our conversation flowed easily over dinner. The look in her eyes told me a lot that night; she was happy to be with me again. She took a few pictures of us on her phone, and I could see the happiness written on her face. For the first time, that little girl I loved came out.

We walked to the car after dinner, and when we got there, she turned to me. I knew she expected me to take her in my arms and kiss her, I could see that clearly in her eyes. My hand left her side and caressed her face. I traced her delicate jawline with my fingers. God knows I wanted to kiss her that night, but that image kept playing in my mind. She sensed my hesitation and just like that, the moment passed.

“Seven years, and you still haven’t forgiven me,” she said sadly.

“I’m sorry,” I replied. I opened the door for her and she got in.

The drive to her place was full of silence. I tried to lighten the mood, but she just stared out of the window at the passing buildings. I eventually gave up and faced the road. We pulled up at the entrance of her building some time later.

“Thanks for taking me to dinner,” she said and opened the door.

“Yewande…”, but she had already got out and shut the door. I stared after her as she walked up the driveway and entered the house without once looking back.

I did not see her for the next three weeks. I called several times, but each time her phone went straight to voicemail. Her status and profile picture disappeared from her WhatsApp and I knew she had blocked me. I decided to give her time to come around, if she ever did decide to.

Then very early one Sunday morning, she reappeared. The insistent ringing of the doorbell woke me up. Who could possibly be at my door this early? It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. I tried to ignore it, but the persistent ringing finally got on my nerves. I jumped out of bed, cursing under my breath with a vow to give whoever it was a piece of my mind.

I peered through the peephole and the sleep immediately cleared from my eyes. I unlocked the door, and Yewande in her grey Hello Kitty sweat shirt and pants barged past me without a single word. Her hair was dishevelled and I could detect a strong whiff of alcohol as she walked past me into the living room. She stood in the middle of the room, and after looking around for a few seconds, turned to face me. Her face was a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she wobbled a bit. Clearly, she was drunk. It was unlike her to drink, and that was the first time I ever saw her plastered like she was.

“Yewande,” I started in surprise, “Wha-what’s wrong? You’ve been drinking! When did you start getting drunk like this?”

“Y-you made me like thish,” Brazzers she said, her body swaying a bit from side to side. I quickly moved forward and grabbed her before she tripped over the table in her path.

“Yewande, why?”

She started crying. “Why are…you are so mean to me…” She began to heave and hurl, and I quickly led her to the bathroom. At the door she retched, and the entire contents of her stomach came gushing out of her mouth with explosive force. The strong reek of alcohol permeated the air. She fell to her knees and bent over the toilet bowl. Tears, snot and vomit spilled out of her eyes, nose and mouth. I rubbed her back gently as she puked her guts out in forceful eruptions. She finally exhausted herself and collapsed beside the toilet, a grimace of pain on her face. I lifted her up and pulled her to the sink, where she rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash and washed her face. Her sweatshirt was soaked with vomit. She looked a mess.

“How much have you been drinking?” I asked. I flushed the toilet and pushed her gently out to the sitting room. “And why were you drinking in the first place?”

“You caushed all of it…I don’t drink a lot…you caushed it…”

I heaved a sigh. “You clearly cannot hold your alcohol. How much did you drink?”

“Two bottlesh.”

“Of what?”

“Shtella Rosha Pink(Stella Rosa Pink)…”

“And you’re smashed like this?”

“Lee-me joor…” I helped her pull the soaked and smelly sweatshirt off her. She only had a simple camisole underneath. Her breasts jutted out invitingly and bulged against the fabric. Her nipples threatened to poke holes in the cloth. My hands itched in eagerness, but I controlled them and kept them in place.

“Are you feeling better? Is your stomach now stable?” I asked.

She nodded slowly, and grimaced. She could hardly stand, and I had to catch her again as she almost toppled over. I half carried, half dragged her to the spare bedroom. She lay on the bed and I covered her up with the duvet.

“Try and get some sleep. We will talk when you are in a better state.”

She looked up at me with her blurred gaze. Her eyes drooped a bit and she tried to get them to focus. I smoothened away a lock of hair that had covered her face.

“Don’t leave me…” she murmured, her eyes slowly closing.

My heart skipped a beat. “Rest a bit,” I said and left the room.

——————–

After I tucked her in, I tried to go back to sleep but found that I could not. I laid in bed staring at my phone for about an hour before I got up at around eight.

Over the course of the morning and early afternoon I checked in on her, but she slept soundly and did not stir. I guess she was very exhausted. I watched a few soccer matches, ate, washed and dried her soiled sweatshirt, and at some point, drove to the grocery store to pick a few things. It was not until around four o’clock that I heard the door to the room she was in slowly open. I was settled in front of the TV with my laptop within reach, and I peered over my shoulder as she padded her way to the sitting room. Her hair was strewn all over the place, and her eyes were worn and bloodshot. At least she was stable on her feet.

“Welcome back from the land of the dead-drunk,” I teased her.

She just murmured and plopped herself down on the second sofa adjacent to me.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Like shit…” she replied woozily.

I laughed at her response, to which she glared at me. “Are you down for some food? I prepared something for you.”

“I don’t think my tummy can hold any food right now.”

“Okay, at least drink something.” I got up and went to the fridge to pour her a glass of grape juice. I brought along some pain killers for the headache I was sure she suffered from. She swallowed the pills and drank from the glass.

“So what possessed you to drink that much? It’s unlike you,” I asked.

Yewande rubbed her temple. She was clearly hung over.

“I’ll get you something to eat. It will help with your headache.”

“I’m not hungry…”

“Yewande,” I towered over her, “you have to eat, even if it’s a little. You drank on an empty stomach. That is bad. You need some food in your system.”

She just groaned and leaned back. I walked to the kitchen and warmed some of the spaghetti and shrimp sauce I had prepared earlier in the day. I brought it to her and set it on the stool beside her.

“Eat.”

She peered at the food, sniffed it a bit, and took a few bites. I returned to my seat and watched her as she slowly ate. She finally pushed the empty plate away. I smiled at her.

“So, you did finish it eventually.”

She just muttered, and I laughed and focused my attention on the TV. For the next ten or so minutes, we did not say anything. I finally decided to ask her what was on my mind.

“What possessed you to do that to yourself Yewande?” I asked.

She had laid her head on the back of the sofa, and her attention was on the TV screen. She stared at me like she had no idea what I was talking about. I waited for her to respond, but when it was not forthcoming, I turned back to what I was doing. I was not going to force anything out of her, I told myself. She’s the one who came back. When she’s ready she’ll talk. Another half hour went by before she finally sat up.

I was sitting in the middle of the couch, April was seated at the far end of the love seat. We were just looking at each other. April was the first to speak. “I’ve only got about 30 minutes left on my lunch break. Are we gonna do this or what?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, standing up so I could take my pants off. “C’mere.”

I was wearing sweat pants, and I pushed them down with my boxers, letting them fall to the floor around my ankles before sitting back down. My cock sprang free of my boxers, causing April to coo quietly. I was only half-hard for the same reason I had just been staring at her. April was a little bigger than her pictures suggested. She was lucky I had already gotten that hard. “What do you want me to do?” she asked.

She stood up and came toward me. I seriously couldn’t believe how big this girl was. I could feel my cock going limp. The only reason I was kind of hard was the thought of a woman getting me off, it had been more than a few weeks, and I was desperate. I wasn’t even a little attracted to her. “Get on your knees and suck my dick,” I told her.

“Ok,” April said, getting on her knees between my legs, wasting no time grabbing my cock. “Impressive.”

A moment later, my cock was between the lips of a slut I had only met an hour or two ago, and she was sucking it like a pro. I put my arms on the back of the couch and let her go to work. She didn’t use her hands as she enthusiastically sucked me hard. She used a hand to move her shoulder-length blonde hair behind her ears, but she was bobbing up and down on my swelling cock so fast it didn’t make much difference. It wasn’t long before my cock was hard and throbbing in her mouth. I was in a six-week drought, and I was already getting close to the edge. April started going all the way down to the base of my prick. I could feel my dick-head in her throat. A few times, and that is all it took. After about the fifth time, the tip of my cock entered her throat, I lost it. I shot at least eight massive pumps straight into her esophagus. She didn’t even move. She stayed impaled on my cock until I stopped cumming. April easily drank my six weeks’ worth of pent-up semen. Once I was done, she slowly slid her lips up my shaft, sucking out the last drops of my cum. “You’re supposed to warn me,” she said, smiling as she used the back of her hand to wipe her sperm-glossed lips.

“Yeah, sorry,” I replied. “You’re too good. That one snuck up on me. I got ya next time, though.”

“So, I guess I’m not going to get to cum,” she said, wiggling my deflated cock.

“Why not?” I asked, looking down at her and feeling a little bad for her.

“I doubt I have enough time to get this hard again and get off on it,” she said, sounding disappointed. “It takes me a good twenty minutes to cum from penetration.”

“How about I just return the favor?”

“Really?” she asked, sounding a little more excited.

“Well, yeah. Why not?” I asked.

“Most guys I get with like to eat pussy,” she said, “I assume it’s because of my size.”

I could relate to that. I didn’t really want to eat April’s pussy either, but she had given me such an incredible blowjob I couldn’t say no. Porno “How long does it take for you to cum having your pussy eaten?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I’ve never had a guy try long enough. Normally they give up after a few licks.”

Now I really felt bad for her. “Ok, get up, switch places with me,” I told her.

Her face lit up. “Really?” she asked. “You’re willing to give it a try?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “Why not?”

“Yeah, ok,” she said, standing up and unbuttoning her pants.

We switched positions, and she had her pants down enough for me to pull them down to her ankles after she sat down. I was shocked to see that she was wearing a thong, and I pulled that down around her ankles and was staring at the sexiest, fat pussy I’d ever seen. Her outer labia was meaty and full, and her pink slit seemed almost twice as long as any of the other pussies I’d ever seen. I pushed her legs in the air. “Can you hold your legs up?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course,” she replied, wrapping her arms around her legs behind her knees.

I grabbed her by the hips and pulled. “Move your ass to the edge of the couch,” I told her.

April scooted down to the edge, and her pussy was now inches from my face. She smelled amazing, and I could feel the blood rushing back to my cock. Her scent had a slight smell of sweat, not bad enough to be an offensive odor, really, but just enough to be intoxicating. She was as bald as the day she was born, and her bright pink pussy lips were already glistening with pussy juices. I leaned in and put my lips on her clit and sucked it into my mouth, lightly nibbling it with my teeth, being careful to be gentle. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed, grabbing two handfuls of my hair and pulling me tighter to her saturated, fat cunt.

I moved my hand to her pussy and rubbed the length of her pussy lips before sliding my two middle fingers inside her fat twat. I wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t very tight, but she was really hot and unbelievably wet. I bent my fingers up to her g-spot and applied pressure as I flicked her hard clit with the tip of my tongue. My cock was quickly coming back to life as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy. “Oh, god… Oh, fuck… yyeeessssss!”

I reached down and grabbed my cock with my free hand, stroking it as I licked this fat bitch’s cunt. I couldn’t believe how hard I’d gotten so quickly, just from eating her out. I lifted my face from April’s drenched cunt, and asked, “I’m hard again. You wanna get fucked?”

“Yes, please,” she moaned.

“You have time, right?” I asked. “I don’t mind making you cum with my mouth.”

“Fuck work, they can wait. I won’t get fired,” she said between moans. “I came here to get fucked. Now, Fuck me!”

I stood up and put my knees on the edge of the couch in front of her. I slapped my hard cock against her fat, wet pussy. I couldn’t believe how huge this bitch’s cunt was. April’s pussy slit was almost as long as my nine-inch cock, and each side of her outer labia was fatter than my cock. I slid my hard fuck-stick along her dripping snatch a few times before easing it into her. April moaned as I slowly inched the entire Altyazılı Porno length of my shaft into her. Once I was all the way in her, I used my thumb to massage her clit. “Fuck that slow shit,” she said. “You can slow fuck me next time if you want. Now I need you to pound my fat cunt as hard as you can, you big-dicked bastard.”

I got a little better balance, then started to fuck her hard. She wasn’t very tight, which made it easy, but she felt fucking amazing. I was shocked. After about a dozen hard, fast strokes, I was on edge again. I pulled out quickly and slid my cock along her wet slit again, focusing the back of my dick-head on her distended clit. “Oh, fuck! Did you cum” she asked.

“No, I was close, though. I pulled out, so I didn’t cum too soon,” I replied. “How about you? You want me to keep fucking you, or will you cum easier if I eat you out?”

“Fuck me,” she replied. “I like the way you big dick feels inside me.”

I moved my cock, aiming it at her gaping fuckhole. April’s pussy juices were leaking out of her, down the crack of her fat ass cheeks, then puddling on the couch under her. I pushed into her and instantly began pounding away at her again. I put my thumb back on her clit, and she started screaming. “Yes! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck me! God, yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder… harder! Fuck me!”

I sped up as much as I could and still kept my balance. My pelvis made a wet smacking sound every time I slammed against her fat, wet cunt. Her pussy was so wet that her pussy juices were splashing up a little. I made it a little longer the second time, but the urge to cum still hit me quicker than I would have thought. “Oh, shit. Are you close?” I asked. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed again. “Don’t pull out this time!”

“I have to. I’m gonna cum,” I told her.

“No! Don’t pull out!” she screamed louder. ” It’s ok. I’m already pregnant!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes! Cum in me!”

That’s all it took before she finished telling me the last time I had already slammed into her and started spewing my second load in her big, fat, loose cunt. I grunted and tried to push deeper into her as I pumped at least ten huge shots into her. It had been months since I had cum inside a woman. About halfway through my orgasm, I felt her pussy contract, and she screamed out, “Ohh… fuck! I’m cumming too!”

We both stayed in the same position for a moment, trembling slightly. April was the first to speak again. “Are you good?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “You can take your dick outta me now.”

I pulled my already deflating cock out of her. Her sloppy pussy-hole was gaping open as wide as my cock, and her pussy lips looked stretched. I wanted to dive in and eat her freshly fucked cunt, but she stood up too quickly. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she was bending over to pull her thong and jeans up. “Impressive, baby,” she said after she stood up. She gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’ll only be a few minutes late for work. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so quick. Can we do this again sometime?”

“Yeah, sure,” I told her as she walked away. “Text me.”

“For Brazzers sure, you’ve got a nice dick, baby,” she said, opening the front door. “Oh, and you can pull your pants up now. I’m done with you for the day.”

I stood there with my limp dick wet and my pants around my ankles still as she walked out of the door, closing it behind her.

Author’s Note:

I’ve published this story before under a different name, and I got a lot of backlash and negative reviews for several reasons. The most common complaint was that I didn’t seem to know proper women’s physiology. To those people, and anyone who reads this and is offended because of the way I described April’s vagina, I invite you to read the following:

The labia minora are the small folds of thin and delicate skin that lie on each side of the actual vaginal introitus. They are about 0.4 to 6.4 cm in length, and about 2 cm wide, on average. It is important to note that the actual range is much wider, with normal variants being anywhere from 1.2 to 10 cm in length and 0.7 to 5 cm in width.

Interestingly, the two labia of the same woman are very often of different lengths. This shows that significant variations in labial size from one side to the other, as well as between different women, is perfectly normal and should never be interpreted as hypertrophy or abnormal in any way.

The clitoris is also between 0.2 to 3.5 cm long, and up to 1 cm wide. Contrary to popular thought, a larger clitoris is associated with greater enjoyment and a higher chance of experiencing sexual climax. It would seem to be counterproductive to reduce the size of this organ to enhance sexual pleasure, or indeed for any purely aesthetic reason! (Dr. Liji Thomas, n.d.)

https://www.news-medical.net/health/Average-Labia-and-Clitoral-Length.aspx

My intent is not to “fat shame” April in this story. Which, coincidentally, is the second thing I was accused of. Allow me to set the record straight for anything thinking that this is a story of ignorance of hate.

Although this is not a true story, it is based on actual events. I, the author, had a short fling with an overweight young lady that started as a lunchtime quicky. Of course, “April” is not her real name. I am not usually attracted to larger women. However, I am attracted to sluts, pretty pussies, and women that let strangers cum in them. April checked all three of those boxes.

Except for a couple of drunken nights, I have never fucked a fat chick. The first good look I got at a fat girl’s pussy was with April. The odor comments that I made were from previous experience. If you think I’m being an asshole for calling out overweight people with generally lousy body odor, then maybe I’m not the problem. Think about that. As for what her vagina looked like. It was longer than any other woman I had ever seen. Was it because she was fat? Hell, if I know. I know that she was overweight, and she had a longer labia than I was used to seeing.

I loved fucking April’s pussy. In fact, we fucked for several months after that first meeting. She was always sloppy wet, tight, and ready to fuck. The fact that she was pregnant with her fifth kid just meant I could have a lot of fun with her. I ate creampies out of that slut nightly for almost five months.

So, to all of the haters. Fuck you! If any of this offends you, it’s because you have some unresolved issues, and not because I’m a big ol’ meanie or ignorant.

Chapter 1

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Samir always told people he was a musical comedian/puppeteer. That wasn’t really his job; during daytime hours he worked at a failing restaurant called Barney’s, but when people asked him “What do you do?” musician puppeteer was always the answer.

I know that “musician puppeteer” isn’t exactly the sexiest-sounding job (I guess it has the potential to be semi-sexy because puppeteers are good with their hands). But my job is even less sexy: I’m a bank teller, and when people ask me what I do, I say I’m a writer because that’s what I want to be.

Samir and I had been best friends for three years. And then things happened as they usually do. I started to think about him hugging me more, the soft way that he’d place a hand on my shoulder sometimes. I noticed how he checked his plants every day to see if a leaf was browning.

Then, I started thinking that everything about him was cute: the fuzzy dice in his car were cute; the little stuffed elephant he kept in his room was cute; his obsession with Star Wars, specifically the novels, was super fucking cute. I even started to think that his puppets were cute.

And, reader, that’s when I knew I was absolutely fucked. I had to tell him how I felt or things would get weird with our friendship. One day, after we had gotten McDonald’s and were just sitting in his car, the words just spilled out of me. I remember being shocked when he reciprocated, remember those first feelings of pleasant weightlessness when we held hands. It felt like a rollercoaster drop, except smaller and more controlled. Pleasurable. Warm. We started to go on dates, and our dates weren’t dates exactly, but long conversations about nothing, sometimes lasting the whole night. After we were done, I never remembered what we’d talked about, but I got this feeling like I had ripped off a piece of myself and had started sharing it with him.

Yesterday, we realized that we’d been dating for two months exactly. We decided to celebrate that morning by going apple-picking at an orchard. We wanted to feel like rich people, and paying to pick your own fruit is prime rich people shit.

Now, we were chilling in his house until his puppet show at the coffee house at 8. His house looked a lot different than it used to before we had started dating. He had cleaned the dirty socks off his floor, and his room smelled like apples and cinnamon instead of a dusty cabinet. Samir had all kinds of stuff on the walls: a red poster that said “Make art, not war;” a print of a slime monster with one eye slowly gobbling a city, and some abstract art that appeared to be inspired by Matisse. But I wasn’t looking at his room or anything, I was looking at him.

We were both on the bed. I was sitting on Samir’s lap, inches away from his face. My skirt was fanned over Porno him, so I couldn’t see what was happening underneath. His dick was kind of hard and pressed into me; I had a strong desire to rock back and forth, to feel the weight of it shift beneath my body. But I didn’t want to get ahead of myself and do too much, get either of us more excited than we should be. We didn’t plan to have sex today–we wanted to wait. To make our first time special.

I looked at Samir. He looked at me. Neither of us moved.

Samir gave a kind of shy smile and looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how any of this works.”

I admitted to him that I didn’t know how sexual stuff worked either, even though I had much more experience than him. I was always forgetting how to have sex. Every time I had sex with a new person, it was like I forgot everything I knew. I would forget how to kiss, how to hold someone’s face with tenderness. Back to square one. I suppose that’s for the best; each person likes something different, and it’s nice to relearn how to have sex with a new partner. Everybody has secret intricacies. Like my ex-boyfriend Jeremy really liked it when I kissed his neck and trailed those kisses all the way down his body. My ex-girlfriend Meghan loved it when I whispered in her ear. I could whisper anything really, but mostly I whispered about how beautiful and lovely she was, how much I wanted her. Sometimes, when I was close to her ear, about to tell her how hot she was, she would twirl her fingers around my clit, so I would moan in her ear instead. Meghan loved that shit, always wanted me to be at a loss for words.

I wondered what Samir’s “thing” would be. We’d never talked about it. I decided to ask him.

“Do you have a secret thing? Like a secret erotic thing that you like people to do to you?”

Samir considered me for a moment, ran hands through his wavy hair. “Like, when it’s in the sexual context, I really like it when people play with my hair. When I get my hair cut, I never have the stylist shampoo it, because it makes me feel a certain type of way.”

“You’re so fucking cute,” I told him. Samir was probably the cutest person on this goddamned planet.

“Can I do it?” I asked. “Run my fingers through your hair?”

He looked down at the floor and smiled real wide, crinkling his eyes. “Yeah. Sure. I’m really, really into it though.”

I ran my hands over his arms and chest, giving him these little light touches. Then, I started running my fingers through his hair while making out with him really passionately. There was always an adjustment period to kissing a new person, but kissing Samir had always been easy, and, as much as he liked to self-deprecate about how inexperienced he was, he was good. He was good with his hands. Gave me those feathery touches that made my skin go hot-electric. But what Altyazılı Porno really made him good was that he was the type of guy that tried, that adapted to your body language and movement, instead of just clumsily fumbling around and doing what he wanted.

Samir had visibly relaxed once I started playing with his hair, and he was breathing kind of heavy. He tried to touch me too, to move his hands around the small of my back, across my shoulders, my arms. I felt like there were other places he’d rather touch me, but he wasn’t touching my boobs or butt or anything like that. Maybe he was the kind of guy to wait for explicit permission. His movements were a bit clumsier now–me touching him more had definitely unfocused him a little.

He was growing harder underneath me, and his dick rubbed against my underwear in a very pleasurable way. I shifted positions and kind of pressed myself against him.

He moaned, a deep and breathy sound that he was clearly trying to stifle. “Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be sorry. I like it.” I didn’t know what Samir was apologizing for. Guys always apologize for the weirdest things sometimes. Like moaning. Or being hard. Or not being hard.

Samir looked at me in a careful kind of way. “Do you have anything that you like? Like any kind of erotic stuff?”

I took a second to think about it. A lot of my previous partners didn’t ask stuff like that; they thought sex was some kind of smooth, wordless exchange like it was in the movies. Samir and I weren’t like that; we had talked extensively about boundaries and when to do what. But even though we had a lot of talk about boundaries and things we were okay with, we had never talked about the things we wanted.

“I like it when people suck on my neck–like enough to leave a hickey” I said. “I know it’s kind of juvenile.”

“It’s not juvenile.” Samir said. “It’s what you like. Although, you do have a job.”

“I have turtlenecks. Lots of em.”

Samir chuckled a little bit and then pushed my hair back all slow and careful-like. Then, he started sucking on my neck. I took in a sharp, surprised breath whenever he adjusted his movement. I knew it would feel good, but I didn’t expect it to feel that good. He was really exceptional at it–and let me tell you, giving proper hickeys is a talent. I imagined him eating me out while still using the same level of careful, controlled movement. I imagined holding his hair and wrapping my legs around him as he flicked his tongue over my clit. I really wanted to touch myself. But I didn’t–that would be weird to do at this point, since we hadn’t done anything too sexual yet.

Still, I didn’t want things to end here. “Do you want to touch my boobs?” I asked. “You definitely don’t have to or anything, I mean…” I fumbled awkwardly. “But you can. If you want to.”

“I do. I definitely Brazzers want to. I really want to.” he said. Then he started studying me really carefully. Focused, trying to determine the best way to touch me. He took both of my boobs in his hands and just kind of held them there for a while before touching me in the same light way that he always touched me. But this time, it was so much more electric. It was weird–I held my own boobs all the time: when taking a shower, when putting on my bra. Heck, sometimes I just grabbed a titty and squeezed it lightly for comfort. But it was so much different when someone else was touching your boobs. There were so many nerve endings there, and he was activating all of them with his light touches. My nipples hardened, and I took my boobs out of my bra. He started circling my nipples with his fingertips, and I moaned.

Samir smiled at the ground, looking a little surprised.

I leaned in and started kissing him more, made sure to adjust my position and press myself against his dick.

“That feels really nice.” he said. “The way you were kind of rocking against me.”

I started to rock against him more, and now he was fully erect, which probably hurt since he was wearing jeans. Samir didn’t move to take them off though. He was moaning and not even trying to hold it in. We both were; the friction felt really good for me too. It was a good thing his roommates were gone.

“You can touch my ass too.” I said. “Under my skirt.”

Samir wordlessly grabbed my ass and started caressing it and squeezing it. We continued doing this for several minutes, and I once again got the strong desire to touch myself. I also wanted to unbutton his jeans, and was thinking of asking him when suddenly, Samir’s phone alarm started ringing.

Samir caught his breath. “Oh shit. Lemme get that.” He got up turned the alarm off.

“Fuck.” Samir looked at the ground sheepishly. “God, I hate to do this. But that was the puppet show alarm. The puppet show starts in an hour. I really lost track of time–I thought we at least had a little while longer. But we have the whole night to do romantic stuff when we get back.”

I nodded and looked at Samir. There was a wet spot on his jeans. I guessed that was from me.

I pointed to the wet spot. “Sorry about that.”

“No. It’s really hot. I like it.” Samir stooped to give me a forehead kiss. “I’ll change.”

Samir went to the bathroom to change, and I looked at the box of puppets in the corner of his room. Mr. Cricket, Porky Pie, and The Golden Miasma were poking out of the box. I thumbed through their felt forms, looked them in the eyes. Their eyes were just black beads, but they somehow looked disappointed. I hated to think that the puppets were in the room while I was doing sexual stuff with Samir, even though I knew they weren’t sentient.

Still, things were good. Sexual stuff isn’t always good–especially the first time, when neither partner knows exactly what the other wants. But there’s something special about having sex with someone like Samir, someone who I’ve known for years. Someone that I love. That’s when it’s good.

I was curled up in bed with my book when he came into the room wearing nothing but his boxers. I dog-eared the page I was on and eyed him appreciatively. “You look good,” I said.

“Oh yeah?” he smirked.

I nodded. “Come to bed with me.”

“I was just about to hop in the shower. Do you wanna join?”

“But I’m already so cozy,” I pouted. I was wearing one of his hoodies, practically a dress on me, and a pair of knee high socks. The bed was plush with feather pillows and sateen sheets. I put my book down on the end table beside me. “Plus I like the way you smell,” I smiled innocently up at him. “And I want to be with you.”

“Oh, I see,” he said, coming towards me. My heart started to beat faster. He reached out to stroke my cheek, then leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. “You’re such a dirty little girl.” I felt my breath get caught in my throat and my mouth fell open. “I should just forget about getting clean and make an absolute mess of you, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes,” I whispered against his lips. Every time I moved forward to kiss him he pulled just far enough away. He could be such a tease sometimes.

He took my hand and placed it on his bulge so I could feel how hard he already was for me. “Is this what you want?” I gave a small moan of affirmation. He moved his mouth to the sensitive spot below my ear and started trailing kisses down my neck. “Let’s get you out of this,” he said. I lifted my arms and let him pull the sweatshirt up over my head. I resisted the urge to snuggle deeper into the blankets, I wanted him to keep me warm. He returned to kissing my neck and began slowly making his way lower. I tangled my hands in his hair when he finally reached my breasts, and arched my back to push myself against his mouth. He was stronger than me though, and he wouldn’t let me rush him to my most sensitive spots.

“Please,” I begged. My nipples were aching almost painfully to be touched.

“Such a needy little girl,” he admonished lovingly. The warmth of his breath made me squirm. I heard myself whimper. Finally he took my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue around it. I gasped when he pinched the left one sharply, but the pain only added to the pleasure.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. My hands were Porno grabbing at his back and his arms, desperately trying to feel him closer to me. “I need you,” I said. He pulled away and flung the covers aside. I felt goosebumps rise up all over my body. Free of the blankets though I was able to scramble up onto my knees. I reached for the waistband of his boxers but he caught my wrists and stopped me before I could expose that delicious bulge. I bit my lower lip and looked up at him.

“Not so fast,” he warned. He let go of my wrists and grabbed a fistfull of my hair just to push my face into his crotch. I felt him press his boner against my cheek and my mouth started to water. “Is that the smell you wanted?” He grabbed my ass and pulled me even closer to him.

“Yes baby,” I said. I tried to kiss him through the fabric.

“I bet you wanna taste it, huh?”

“Mmm,” I moaned. I tried to take his boxers off again but he stopped me before I was able to by stepping back just out of my reach.

“Show me how wet you are,” he ordered.

I sat back on my heels and spread my knees wider apart so I could run my fingers along my slit and show him what a mess he’d already made of me. It felt good so I couldn’t help but rub some of that wetness in circles around my clit. I watched him while I touched myself, and the way he was looking at me only turned me on more. He stepped forward and put his hand on top of mine, following my movements. But then he took control and slid both of our fingers inside me together. He pressed my fingertip against the spot that I never seem to be able to get to on my own. With his help, the rhythmic movement and steady pressure gave me that feeling of pleasure building. I felt my cheeks and chest flush red. He looked into my eyes, the intimacy was overwhelming, and I begged him to kiss me. His lips on mine, his tongue on mine was driving me wild. I took my hand away and wrapped my arms around his neck. He kept fingering me and our kisses grew even deeper.

Suddenly he stopped and pulled away from me completely. “No!” I cried out without thinking. I was going to beg him to come back to me, but he wasn’t going far. He peeled his boxers down slowly, which made his cock spring up to attention once Altyazılı Porno it was free. He looked so sexy completely nude. “Please can I suck it?” I asked urgently.

“Stick out your tongue,” he said. I did as I was told and leaned forward so I could reach him. He gathered my hair up and held it back away from my face, then took his cock in his hand and smacked it a few times against my waiting tongue. “Now suck.”

I grabbed his cock with one hand and his ass with the other and took him as far down my throat as I could. I made myself gag on it before I started getting really into it. I wanted to taste every inch of him. My lips were wrapped tightly around him and I was milking his cock with my tongue while I bobbed my head up and down.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned. I stroked his cock while I focused my attention on his head, and I let go of his ass so I could play with his balls. My pussy was so wet, making him feel good turns me on so much. When he said “that’s enough” it was really hard for me to stop. I sat back and wiped the spit off my chin with the back of my hand. “Get comfortable,” he told me. I pulled a pillow to the center of the bed so I could prop myself up to watch him, and let my knees hang over the edge. He knelt in front of me and started kissing his way up my thighs. “You are such a good girl for me,” he praised. He stopped for a moment to stare at my pussy, then gave me one small kiss on my clit before he pushed two fingers inside me. He kept kissing me all around my outer lips and inner thighs, but avoided my clit now as he massaged my g spot. He was getting me really worked up.

I reached out and held onto his other arm. “Hold my hand,” I pleaded. He took my hand and rubbed his thumb tenderly across my knuckles. When I felt his hot breath on my pussy I lifted my hips to try and feel his touch. He stuck his tongue out, so I had to hump and grind myself against him to get the pleasure I was after. “Please baby,” I begged again. Finally he put his mouth against me the way I wanted and started kissing me with lots of tongue. I felt myself begin to squirt into the palm of his hand.

“Oh fuck yes,” he murmured around my clit. I was moaning and squirming and gripping his hand tightly while he was Brazzers drinking me in.

“Please don’t stop.” I was using my free hand to tug on my nipples, but when I felt the wave of an orgasm approaching, I let go and laced my fingers into his hair, holding him to me. “You’re gonna make me cum,” I said just before I lost all sense of control and was completely overcome with pleasure. I was screaming and writhing and somehow he was able to stay with me the whole time. I had to pull his hair gently to make him stop when the stimulation got to be too much. He pulled back and smiled up at me with swollen lips, but he kept his fingers moving inside me. “Kiss me,” I whispered. Only then did he take his fingers out, just to stick them in my mouth. I sucked my juices off of him and grazed the tips of his fingers with my teeth. “Kiss me,” I said again, and this time that’s exactly what he did.

He pushed his cock into my pussy slowly at first while he kissed my face and my neck and whispered sweet nothings to me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and moved my hips just enough to match his rhythm. I was already so swollen and sensitive inside from the attention he gave me with his hands and mouth that I could feel myself squirting on him with every thrust. He started fucking me harder and faster, and his sweet nothings turned into filth and profanity. He put his hand on my throat and squeezed just tightly enough to drive me over the edge. My legs shook from the intensity of my second orgasm, and I was so sensitive I almost asked him to stop or slow down. But his movements became even faster and I realized he was getting close.

“Are you gonna cum for me baby?” I asked, looking up into his eyes.

He pulled out and finished himself all over my tummy in response. A spurt of cum even went so far as to hit me in my face. I wiped it up with my finger and put it in my mouth. He laughed and then took my hand and kissed it. “You’re such a beautiful mess,” he told me. “What do you say to that shower now?” I felt sleepy and sated and not particularly in the mood for a shower, but now I and our room were both covered in cum.

“I suppose that’s a good idea,” I smiled up at him. He helped me stand up and then kissed me.

“Mind the puddle,” he said, and nodded at the floor. I chuckled and stepped out ahead of him to make my way to the bathroom. He smacked my ass as he followed behind, and I cast a glance over my shoulder to grin at him.

“Careful,” I warned. “You’re gonna make me all ready for round two.”

By the time I saw the car it was too late. Sirens and flashing lights were behind me. This ticket will be a big one. 15 miles over…Shaking my head as I reach for my license, looking over at you smiling. As I rolled down the window and went to hand him my ID, everything went black.

I woke in the police station. I was naked, on my back, my arms handcuffed to desk legs and leg shackles around my ankles. My mouth had been gagged and was shivering. I wasn’t coherent, my eyes blurry and memory foggy. I glanced around the room, noticed you, in a similar manner in a cell against the bars. Only difference was that your cock was being sucked by a man in a cop uniform. What had happened? About that time I felt a tugging against my head, heard a deep voice and then the gag removed from my mouth. My eyes shifted to s large man in a uniform hovering above me. He started playing with my hair, moving it away from my face, then grinned most maniacally. The sound of a zipper and pants dropping to the floor. I began thrashing about the desk and trying to yell but his hand went over my Porno mouth and I was told to quiet.

He rounded the desk, dragging his fingers across my bare skin. I felt the leg shackles chains moved and legs forced open. I looked over and watched the man deep throating you then removing your cock as you exploded all over his face. His lips dripping with your cum. Licking his lips he stood up and forced his tongue into your mouth. Sharing your taste. He grinned and slid you down the bars. Removing his pants, forcing his cock into your mouth face fucking you forcefully.

My nipples were being massaged, pinched, pulled then sucked hard and bitten as the fingers made their way down between my thighs. Slowly they began massaging my clit, then rubbing up and down between my lips. I could feel myself beginning to get wet.

Enter another two men in uniform. One above me, one next to you burying his mouth on your cock. Slowly another set of hands moved across my skin, pulling my head down, letting it hang off the desk, softly touching my face then shoving Altyazılı Porno his cock into my mouth. Clenching my head firmly as he rocked into me over and over.

The fingers stopped and I felt a tongue plunge into my wetness, swirling then sucking my clit. Nibbling and pulling my lips. Devouring me as he were starved. Trying to move to see you but the cock was just shoved in harder and faster. He was throbbing on my tongue, I sucked him hard and lashed my tongue around his head working toward his explosion. The tongue between my thighs was shoved inside when I heard a cop yelling he was cumming and for you to be ready. Laughing and grunting he yelled he covered you as you had him and how he wanted to taste his cum on your tongue.

The cock inside of my mouth was pulled out suddenly and a steady warm bead of cum covered my lips, my neck, dripping into my hair.

The tongue stopped and I felt hands pulling my hips toward the edge of the desk and a cock plunge into my wetness. It was huge and fucking me painfully hard. I turned my Brazzers head to see you covered in cum, being uncuffed and dragged over to where I was. The cop between my thighs fucked like a crazed beast. Ravaging my wet pussy over and over. I couldn’t help but become more wet as I feel myself going to climax. Your mouth was shoved onto mine. Both tasting the cum that covered our lips, our tongues. The excitement of that taste brought my climax fast, I exploded and cried out as my warmth coated his cock. My legs shaking. His cock thickened and then erupted. Still cumming as he exploded he thrusted hard and I yelled out. Then collapsed against the desk. His cum ran from me as he pulled away.

Looking for you, I hear the chains dropping to the floor and you being pulled around the desk and forced to the floor. Your face shoved between my thighs being told to clean up his mess. I could feel your tongue lapping up the cum dripping from my ravaged pussy.

My hands were unchained and clothes tossed on my chest. I went to grab for you as you were pulled away. Unchained, uncuffed and your clothes thrown at you. We were told to dress and leave immediately. Nothing was to be told of this incident otherwise they would find us and it would be much worse. The ticket was satisfied is what they yelled as they walked out of the room laughing…