Author’s note: This is part of a series of stories about Jacqueline DeNorlan, a famous sculptor and her submissive, a young Assistant District Attorney named Victoria Lerner.

I want to test them out before thinking about writing more than the three stories that already exist on my hard drive. So, feel free to comment on the story, critical remark are especially welcome – as long as they focused on facts and not on pure emotion. In plain words, if you think the story sucks, not only let me know that it does but also tell me why.

Thanks!

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Victoria checked the bathroom to make sure that she had not left anything behind; she closed her carry-all and put the box her Mistress had sent her the day before in her hand luggage. She was more than ready to go home.

The raven-haired Assistant District Attorney had been asked to present a panel at the annual Conference of Women in Law Enforcement in Chicago. Three busy and interesting days had been flanked by three very frustrating and lonely nights. Phone calls definitively were not an adequate substitute for her beloved’s presence, and their sensual verbal games had always stopped before she could reach a climax.

The first night she had thought that her Mistress had been kidding when she had told her at the airport that she would make her masturbate, that she would have her hot and bothered but that she would not be allowed any release. Now, she no longer doubted Jacqueline’s words.

A last look in the mirror showed her a picture of conservative, professional elegance; three inch heels stretched her 5’6” frame elegantly, a white blouse, knee length, hip hugging skirt and matching jacket accentuated her perfect figure and contrasted nicely with her shoulder-length dark hair.

Victoria had spent the better part of the night wondering why her Mistress had insisted on such a rather formal attire. The other delegates undoubtedly would be wearing jeans or other casual wear for their journey home. She once again checked her image in the mirror, including the light touch of make-up that brought out her dark brown eyes.

Last night she had imagined being helped in the Lexus and ordered to remove her panties and to pull up her skirt, so her Mistress could play with her bare, freshly shaved pussy on the way home. The blouse would be opened to afford the sculptor an unimpeded view of her hard nipples. Her Mistress would carry her to their bedroom or even better their play room and make sweet love to her…

Victoria shock herself out of her pointless musings and left her hotel room. Her cell phone rang while she was waiting in line at the security check point. Jacqueline ordered her to go to a toilet as soon as the fasten seatbelt sign had gone out and to follow the instructions she would find inside of the box now residing in her elegant backpack.

~*~

The cramped space in the airplane facilities couldn’t diminish the anticipatory shiver when she read her Mistress’ letter.

My best-beloved,

I know I asked a lot of you these three days but I knew that you could do it, for me. I wanted you ready for me but not to the point to distract you from your work. Now, there’s no longer a need for such caution.

On top of the box you’ll find two rubber bands. You know what to do with them, and don’t worry, as far as I know you did nothing to warrant the use of switch. I would have made you use nipple clamps but the rubber bands are simply less obvious under your clothing.

The raven-head smiled. Her Mistress really knew her well. She unbuttoned her blouse und unclasped the bra. She even didn’t have to play with her nipples to get them hard. The rubber bands were carefully wound around the hard nubs and her clothing restored to order.

The following instructions left her speechless.

Remove your slip. You’ll find a butt plug and some lubrication in the box. Make sure that the plug goes all the way in.

Victoria’s first instinct was to disobey; this literarily cried disaster.

Put your underwear in the box and return to your seat. Don’t pull your skirt up. I don’t want you unnecessarily exposed.

I’m looking forward to see you at the reception area.

Love, J.

The ADA smiled once again. Her Mistress really knew her too well; she knew how to break her resistance. She also trusted Jacqueline implicitly; in the four years they were living together the resourceful artist had yet to disappoint her.

She quickly obeyed the rest of the instructions and left the cubicle just when one of the flight attendants had been about to knock on the door and ask if she was alright. She smiled reassuringly and returned to her seat.

Victoria tried to get some work done, then she tried to read but her mind stubbornly bursa escort returned to the plug filling her and her constricted nipples throbbing with every breath, not to speak of her mind running at least a mile a minute with all probable and especially the more fantastic scenarios she came up with.

~*~

Finally the 757 landed, she hurried to the baggage claim area and was engulfed in her lover’s strong arms as soon as she had passed the barrier separating the passengers from their loved ones. Jacqueline was almost half a head taller than her, with the broad shoulders and strong wrists of someone used to do hard physical labour. She smelled of stone dust and sandalwood, a mixture which always made the smaller woman feel safe and at home.

They exchanged a mostly chaste kiss but Victoria saw the hunger in her Mistress’ eyes reflecting her own need. They took the elevator to the top level of the parking building, Jacqueline told her to walk in front of her and that her car was waiting at the other end. She followed a few paces behind with the carry-all and studied her partner’s backside appreciatively.

Victoria felt the eyes on her and started to swing her hips with every step, nothing provocative, just to show off a bit.

They reached the other side of the deck. The raven-head was surprised to see that her Mistress had not brought the SUV but her own car, a cherry red Mustang. She walked around the vehicle to the passenger side and suddenly found herself half lying on the hood.

Her skirt was pulled up and she automatically spread her legs. She heard the sound of a zipper, and only then understanding dawned: Her Mistress was about to fulfil one of her oldest fantasies, a fantasy she had only spoken of once before, four years ago during their second date.

The young woman felt something hard touching her nether lips. It slid in without resistance and she marvelled at its length and thickness. She pressed her ass against the welcome intruder and moaned when it slid all the way in and almost touched the tip of the butt plug. Jacqueline thrust into her, building a rhythm that made her soar.

This was better than any fantasy.

Her climax was approaching irresistibly and she began to beg. The red-headed sculptor snuck her hands under her lover’s torso. Victoria heeded the message and used her arms to brace herself on the hood of her cherished vehicle to give her Mistress more room to play with her breasts. The thus slightly changed angle made her feel even fuller.

Jacqueline bent down and whispered in her ear, “Come for me, my love; come with me!”

She shouted her Mistress’ name, not caring to be overheard. Instead of withdrawing the taller woman kept her rhythm up and quickly brought her to another orgasm. She finally pulled out and took her beloved in her arms.

~*~

Green eyes met dark brown.

“Please, Mistress, let me clean your toy.”

Jacqueline was still on the edge and unable to do anything but nod.

The shorter woman crouched in front of her, her legs wide apart. She slid her tongue over the artificial member and suckled its tip. The redhead observed her lover and moaned almost inaudibly.

Victoria opened her mouth wider and deep throated the appendage, suddenly thankful to her former part-time Mistress for all the times she had to learn how to service a cock as a punishment. Jacqueline’s hips bucked and the dark haired woman looked up questioningly.

“Oh Gods, go on, baby. This feels so good. It’s so real.”

Victoria returned to her task. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders and she tried to stabilise them both by holding on to her lover’s waist. Though she couldn’t explain it and had no proof, she was convinced that somehow the taller woman felt what she was doing to the rubber phallus. So, she put all her skill in the caress and was rewarded by a tell-tale shiver running through her Mistress’ body.

She knew that the taller woman would not be able to keep her balance much longer. Victoria quickly stood, slid one arm completely around the other woman’s mid-section while her other hand continued to stroke the dildo.

“I need you, my Tory. I need to be inside of you.”

The raven haired woman wordlessly pulled her skirt up and leaned with her back against the hood of her Mustang. She spread her legs, made sure that the phallus was in the right position and drew her lover closer. She immediately was filled and unlike the first time her Mistress now seemed to explore the sensations the appendage was giving her.

Jacqueline grinded her hips and the tip of the phallus scraped against Victoria’s moist walls. They moaned together. Brown eyes were locked on green. It was an incredibly intense sensation. They came together and slowly disentangled themselves.

The escort bursa redhead unhooked the member and closed her trousers. She straightened Victoria’s skirt and kissed her.

“I love you, my Tory.”

“I love you too, Jacqy.”

The taller woman’s thumbs gently stroked her nipples through her clothing and she trembled slightly. Jacqueline methodically opened the blouse and freed the firm globes. She loosened the first rubber band and immediately suckled the hard, blood deprived nub to make the pain more bearable. Victoria still flinched slightly but gave her beloved Mistress a thankful smile. The other nipple received the same gentle ministrations. She then helped her to take the bra completely off and slowly re-buttoned the blouse.

They kissed and Victoria whispered, “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for fulfilling my fantasy.”

“You are welcome, my love.”

Their next kiss was broken by a voice coming from a few cars over, “Hey guys, go and get a room!”

They giggled softly but the atmosphere was broken and Jacqueline opened the passenger door for her beloved. She didn’t even have to remind the raven haired woman to pull her skirt up.

When they had left the vicinity of the airport Victoria asked about her Mistress’ strange reaction to the phallus.

“It’s something Marge has been working on for some time. I helped out with a few things. Have a look. What appears to be purely ornamental, these silvery points or dots, are sensors that transmit to a receiving plate resting on the wearer’s clit, amplifying the sensation. It’s one of the prototypes, and as far as I’m concerned it works much better than expected. I can’t wait to let you try it, my love.”

Victoria’s bright smile and the mischievous twinkle in her eyes were all the answer the tall artist needed to push the vehicle just above the speed limit.

~*~

At home they didn’t come further than the couch in the living room where Jacqueline found herself on her back, covered with the whole 5’6” length of her lover’s very amorous, squirming body. All she could do was to hold on for dear life while an inquisitive tongue plundered her mouth.

The brown eyed woman was busy opening the fly of her trousers and before she knew how they had been pulled down; the harness was gone and her lips had been deserted for more southern regions. With the jeans at her knees she was unable to spread her legs as far as she would have liked but that thought quickly left her when her beloved began to cover the whole length of her sex with slow, sensuous strokes of her tongue.

Every swipe let her heart go faster. Her hips bucked of their own accord. It was ecstasy and she wanted her partner to feel the same way.

“Turn around, baby, let me lick you!”

Nothing happened.

“Turn around, Tory, that’s an order!”

The tongue was pressed against her clit as if glued to it but still the dark haired woman didn’t obey though she also didn’t obviously disobey.

“Tory!”

Nothing.

Jacqueline knew that she could stop this strange game and overpower her disobedient submissive. She could take her over her knees and punish her – and as the dominant partner she probably should. She should reassert her ownership but except for the head-rush the licking and lapping had created, this also was a question of trust. So, she tried to relax.

Victoria felt the change in her Mistress’ posture and resumed her ministrations. Her swipes now were punctuated by half whispered, half murmured words that considerably increased the heat coursing through the taller woman’s veins.

“You’re – mine – now – my Jacqy – mine – these – are – my – lips – my clit – mine – so wet – for me.”

Two hands pressed down on her hips, trying to hold them still, and Jacqueline instinctively obeyed the unspoken command.

A few heartbeats or an eternity later the tall sculptor found herself in the rather rare situation of wanting to beg.

“Mine – so – beau – ti –ful – so wet – so ready – mine.”

The steady rhythm continued and through squinted eyes she saw Victoria’s hips undulating in counterpoint. Her legs were pressed together and she seemed as close to the edge as her tall victim. Before the redhead could take advantage of this instinctive knowledge the ADA changed tactics.

She began to suckle the engorged clit and when she removed her right hand from Jacqueline’s hips and quickly entered her with two fingers it was as if her whole blood was rushing to her centre.

The taller woman felt her climax building and her inner muscles clenched around the welcome intruders. Her legs were fighting against the constriction of her trousers and suddenly the mouth was gone, the fingers deliberately hit her G-spot.

Even without the whispered bursa escort bayan command, “Come for me, my love!” she would have been unable to hold herself back any longer.

~*~

Jacqueline was peripherally aware of her lover’s also shaking body and somehow managed to get a hold of her shoulders and pull her up, on top of her long frame. Green orbs met brown and she saw the need still burning in Victoria’s eyes.

Her hands travelled under the skirt and pulled it up until she had reached the firm buttocks. A slight nudge to the side and her left leg was between the other woman’s thighs, increasing the pressure on her clit. Green eyes still held brown.

Her fingers roamed over her lover’s backside and inadvertently brushed the base of the butt plug she had completely forgotten about in her own bliss. She gently pulled and pushed it back in, only a couple of inches, and immediately was gratified by Victoria’s response.

Obeying her anal training she tried to relax and hold her hips as still as possible, and soon Jacqueline was able to work with the whole length of the medium sized plug. The taller woman kept her movements deliberately slow. Her beloved’s juices were coating her thigh and she felt the tension in the cherished body rebuilding. She angled her thrusts slightly, playing Victoria’s body like a prized Stradivarius.

It wouldn’t take long to bring her to another memorable orgasm.

The evil, harsh Mistress inside of the red haired woman’s head seriously considered that it might be a good punishment for her earlier disobedience to leave her hanging on the edge but the pleading brown eyes, speckled with passionately burning dots of gold made her reconsider. She slowed her thrusts further and was rewarded by her partner’s begging,

“Please, Mistress, please, make me come like only you can. Please, my heart, my beloved Mistress.”

A wave of affection and love washed over the taller woman but she still was not yet ready to let her lover off the hook.

“Are you mine, Tory?”

“Yes Mistress. I’m yours, only yours.”

“Then come for me.”

The tremors running through the body on top of her were incredible. Victoria’s eyes widened; she screamed Jacqueline’s name and thus pushed her to her own much quieter orgasm.

The dark haired head came to rest on her chest. She closed her arms around her lover’s torso after putting the butt plug on the couch table and rolled them over, so they could rest side by side.

~*~

Their heartbeats slowly returned to normal and Jacqueline pulled a blanket from the back of the leather couch to cover their half-clad bodies.

“Thank you Mistress.” Victoria’s words were a contented purr.

“For the blanket?” the other woman asked slightly amused.

“No… yes, that too. Thank you for indulging me, Mistress, and thank you for claiming me.”

For a while they basked in the afterglow of their love-making and their feelings for each other until Victoria asked, “When will I be punished, Mistress?”

“Do you think you should be punished, my love?”

“I disobeyed you, twice. Usually I get to feel the cane for disobedience.”

“Do you think you should be punished, Victoria Katherine?”

The young woman didn’t answer immediately but then she snuggled closer and said, “Only if you wish it, my beloved Mistress. I am yours, to do with what you want, when you want.”

“That’s my girl.”

Jacqueline’s strong hand gently squeezed the smaller woman’s ass.

“What did you feel when you were in control, my love?”

“It was a thrill. I could feel how you fought against the restraints of your clothing and how you fought yourself. I could feel how you kept yourself from simply taking over. I felt your surrender and yet I knew that you could stop me any time you chose. I was so wet just from looking at you, and yet I never felt more how much I belong to you than when you came at my command, Mistress.”

“And you really want to be punished for such feelings, baby?”

“You are my Mistress; it’s up to you, but if I had to decide, yes, I would punish myself. I should have asked your permission, and I should have known that no orgasm I had without your permission would ever be able to match the ones you authorised.”

“What are you talking about, love?”

“When you claimed me, when you made me come by fucking my ass, my release was much more potent than earlier.” The raven-head whispered. “It taught me why you are the Mistress and I’m the submissive.”

Jacqueline bent her head and kissed her beloved. The admission had made her blush.

“I love you, my Tory, and I enjoyed what you did to me. I enjoyed that you had the courage to surprise me that way. And I love that you know and feel that I belong to you as much as you belong to me.”

She kissed her on the forehead.

“You are mine and you will not be punished for following your heart, my love.”

“Thank you Mistress. May I please kiss you?”

T H E E N D

As I look around my living room, all I can see are coasters going unused. That’s not true. I also see my dear friend, Meg. Just 3 hours ago I picked her up from O’Hare and now she’s here and we’re having sort of a mini reunion plus several of my friends that Meg doesn’t know. She’s regaling the crowd with tales of our past.

Meg and I have known each other since we were in diapers. Our mothers are best friends. It’s really something. She’s the only person that gets me. I mean GETS me.

Elle is in the kitchen cooking up something that smells amazing, and I can’t wait to eat whatever it is. I don’t know how I always manage to drink like a rookie, but I started without a bread base. My eyelids are already heavy and I’m tempted to down some coffee to stave off a heavy head.

Some cute guy Ellie works with has been hitting on her all night and for some odd reason it’s annoying me. Where does he think he’s gonna get with that $80 haircut and fancy suit? He’s too high maintenance for her. She’s like me. My needs are simple.

Meg’s arm swings around my waist and I put mine around hers. While I’ve put on a little weight, Meg has gotten thinner since college. And the bitch of it is that she eats whatever she wants and doesn’t even know what a gym is.

“I miss you,” she whispers in my ear.

“I miss you, too,” I lean into her and glance over to see Elle and her coworker walking out onto the balcony, “He’s not her type,” I nod in their direction.

“Alison… are you jealous?” she raises an eyebrow.

I laugh and my tummy feels warm, “Not jealous. Just looking out for her.”

“Uh huh. Well, she is very pretty. How did you two meet again?”

I smile, remembering, “She hit me while she was riding her bike on the lake path.”

Meg laughs loudly, “I really wish I could’ve been there to see it.”

“We’ve been friends ever since,” I raise my glass in Elle’s direction and she raises hers in kind.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re so happy. I’ve worried about you the past few years. You’ve been so out of touch,” Meg tucks a chunk of bangs behind my ear.

“I… listen, would you be offended if I went to lie down?”

“What? It’s only 11!”

“You’re here all week. I don’t know what my problem is, but I can barely keep my eyes open all of the sudden,”

“Here, I’ll tuck you in,” she smiles and leads me to my bedroom.

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I wake up just after 3am. I must’ve passed out before everyone else. My mouth tastes like wine and guacamole. I pad into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and that’s when I hear something unfamiliar. At first it’s just a soft gasp. Then another. As my ears hone in on the sounds, I can hear kissing noises.

Suddenly, my face feels like it’s on fire. Ellie let that guy spend the night! Gingerly setting my glass down, I walk ever-so-softly to her door. It’s cracked open just a bit and bursa escort as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I feel as though my knees may buckle beneath me.

I’m stunned by what I’m seeing. All I can make out is the top of one woman’s head between another’s thighs. I scurry to the living room to find the couch empty, confirming my suspicion.

Elle is in bed with Meg. My Meg. The Meg I shared my first kiss with. The Meg I shared clothes, secrets, boyfriends, and the majority of my young life with. I feel as though I’ve just woken up from a nightmare and I’m petrified.

I manage to get my feet working again and – avoiding all of the creaky spots in the floor – find myself a comfortable spot outside of Elle’s door. My eyes have accepted the darkness, and I can see now that Elle is the one between the thighs. Meg is on her back, her body is arched and I can see her breasts in the street light creeping through the curtains.

Two pebbles sit atop each gorgeous mound. She’s trembling. She jerks her head up and from what I can tell, she watches as Elle devours her. I’d always tried to get her to let me eat her pussy. I was always curious. But she’d never go farther than kissing. I guess one time she let me suck her nipples, but she said she couldn’t do anymore.

She must’ve changed her mind. Her head fell back again, long hair dangling between her shoulder blades. I’ve been absentmindedly rubbing my own breasts this whole time, and I’ve suddenly become acutely aware that my pajama shorts are sticky with my own arousal.

I feel like a total creep, but right now I don’t care. I can see Meg’s flat tummy tightening. She’s grown up to be unbelievably gorgeous. I imagine that Elle’s hands are mine. Running the length of her torso. Feeling soft skin underneath. Elle reaches up to Meg’s chest, squeezing a nipple between her finger and thumb before hoisting herself up onto her knees in front of Meg.

Elle puts a hand behind Meg’s neck, holding her there. She inserts two fingers into Meg and pulls them out, bringing them first to her lips, then to Meg’s. The fingers hastily find their way back between Meg’s legs. Elle is giving her intense eye contact, her arm alternating between fast and very slow penetration movements.

Meg’s face crumples up and Elle shushes her, bringing her hand all the way around and covering Meg’s mouth. Meg’s eyes open wide and I can hear her strangled orgasm from underneath my roommate’s fingers.

Out of the clear blue, my muscles begin to tighten and flex and my fingers are soaked. I’m surprised at how unaware of my body I’ve been this whole time. I let my climax ring out through my body, silently moaning while I watch Meg come down. Elle kisses Meg’s perfect bust, savoring what must be the sweetest skin. Elle collapses next to Meg and the two murmur quietly.

Meanwhile, I’m now stuck on the floor in the hallway, terrified that if I move, they’ll hear me. My pussy is still flexing from bursa escort bayan deep within and I relish the moment a little longer before scooting slowly back to the living room.

TWO HOURS EARLIER

I’m lying on the couch in the dark at 1am and all I can think about is Elle. God, Al would kill me if I told her that. I pour what’s left of the wine in my glass and gulp it down. Elle’s door is open just a bit and I slide inside. That allergy pill will have Alison knocked out for a while yet.

I feel bad that I tricked her like that, but I have to have time to do what I need to do. As I stand over Elle, I watch her sleeping body. She’s wearing a nightgown. Sheer. Through the fabric I can see a taught tummy and some gorgeous tits. Maybe B’s. They’re small, but I can’t wait to get my tongue on them.

I get into bed next to Elle and her eyes open quickly, sort of afraid. I cover her mouth with my hand, “Be quiet,” I command and hold eye contact.

She shakes her head and begins to protest, but I quickly place my hand high on her thigh to let her know my intentions.

She’s mumbling something into my fingers and I only tighten my hand over her mouth, “Alison will wake and hear you if you’re not quiet,” I say and then quickly get on top of her.

She’s staring at me, wide-eyed, while I pull her nightie down. I lick one nipple through the fabric of her nightgown, then pull up to see her face. She’s still in quiet shock. I find the other nipple, this time pulling the lavender nightie down so that I can taste her skin.

“Mmm,” I moan against her and look up to find her still surprised. “I watched you all night. I wanted you all night. Just relax and I’ll make you lose your mind,” I let my tongue wander into the skin underneath her chin and up to her ear.

I peel my hand away from her mouth, on finger at a time, replacing them with my lips. She doesn’t respond at first, but then I feel the slightest reply, and I adventure deeper. I lick her lips and flick my tongue against the tip of hers.

“We can’t,” she says in a deep whisper.

“Oh, but we can,” I say, finding her already moist panties with my fingertips.

I take her mouth again, this time probing with my tongue. I bite her lower lip and she moans. I’m in

I push my fingers past the lace of her thong and into the pool of hot goo between her other lips. Watching her eyes roll back in her head, my own pussy clenches. I tease the skin around her clit before actually touching it. Even in poor lighting I can see that she’s flush.

“Did you want something?” I ask in her ear.

She breaths heavily for a moment before quietly barking, “Please. Fuck me.”

“Well, because you said please,” and with that, I insert two fingers.

She bucks her hips against me, her pretty face twisted up in what little light we have.

I pull my fingers out, then gently push back in, my mouth beside her ear, “I watched you escort bursa all night tonight. I imagined what it would be like to kiss those perfectly pink lips. Then I thought about your neck. I wanted to taste it,” I lick and nibble her neck, “Then I thought about how it would feel to put my tongue between your thighs,” I say this and her eyes open, but only for a moment.

She looks at me, her brow furrowed, “Please…”

That’s all I needed to hear. In a moment, I’m between her thighs, tasting the wetness that has spread beyond her cunt. I open her legs and look at her before getting my first taste. I lick the outer lips, spending time on each before going any deeper.

She’s twisting her body up, grabbing her breasts deliciously for me to watch. I drag my tongue up her slit and find her swollen and soaking. As soon as my tongue makes contact with her clit, she shivers and covers her own mouth. She’s shaking under my touch and letting out these little gasps that make me want to eat her all night.

I wrap my lips around her from her mound to mid-slit, letting my tongue play ever-so-gently upon her clitoris. Her fists work the pillow behind her head and I take her deeper, plunging into the wetness waiting for me.

I swallow her juices, savoring the fact that they’re all for me. I suck and nip at her until I feel she’s ready, and then latch onto her clit, sucking and licking hard while she squirms under my mouth. She begins to shiver and puts both hands over her mouth.

When she cums, her eyes are squeezed shut and her body stiffens. Her hips jump every so often, and I let my tongue linger to feel her gorgeous pussy finish orgasm.

With that, she pulls me close and puts me on my back, “My turn,” she takes my tank top, nearly strangling me with it, and tosses it across the room. She runs her tongue over my desperate tits and I relish the hot, wet feeling. She doesn’t waste any time getting between my legs.

In a moment, my panties are off and her mouth has latched on. I can’t tell she hasn’t eaten pussy much, but she’s really trying. Between her sucking sounds, I hear movement in the apartment. Al is awake. I’m going to make sure she’s knows we’re in here.

While Elle suckles my clit, I let out the slightest gasping sounds. I let Elle lick and suck and nibble my pussy. I’m trying to cum, but knowing that Al is probably watching, I get performance anxiety. So I decide to make this about Al now. I arch my body so that when she comes to watch, she can see what she’s wanted so long.

I pull on each nipple, hardening them for her. I flex my abs and then let my head fall back so that she can see the full display. Just then, Elle comes up from between my thighs and fingerfucks me. Her fingers fly in and out so quickly that it’s hard to take pleasure, but I know Al is out there, watching.

I pretend to cum for Elle. She buys it.

She comes back up and gets next to me in bed. We kiss awhile until she falls back to sleep and I go back to the couch. I’m lying there at nearly 4am rubbing myself. I’m sorely tempted to go into Al’s room. I know she’s probably awake. Instead, I make myself cum and pass out.

Cynder hated blind dates. She stared into the bay window of the restaurant. She could see her reflection in it and did a quick double check. Her long blond hair was held back in a fashionable ponytail, not that the latest trends had anything to do with it. It was practical as were her light spattering of make-up and the sun dress that she wore. She smiled at her reflection. At thirty-five, few people would guess that this single mother was on her first date since high school, and in some ways her first date ever.

She watched as people bustled along the peer, shopping or dining. The day was perfect. Its late spring warmth brought out the crowds to this popular locale. She glanced nervously at her cell phone on the table next to her. She had one new text message and feared that it was her date cancelling. It was in fact her teenage daughter, telling her that she looked great and was proud of her. She shook her head, a fourteen year old proud of her mother for going on a date.

“You have a lovely smile. It was the first thing I noticed on your profile,” the soft purr caressed Cynder’s skin and did funny things to her stomach. She looked up into the blue eyes of a stunning woman about her own age. Her profile photograph did not do this woman justice. Her skin shone with a natural Southern California tan. Her platinum blond hair framed her face and fell to below her shoulders. But two things grabbed Cynder’s attention, the woman was tall and the five inch heels she wore made her tower over almost everyone in the restaurant and the halter top that she wore strained to hold the largest set of breasts that she had ever seen.

She swallowed and forced her eyes back up to the woman’s pretty face. She saw laugh lines creasing the corners of her eyes, “It’s all right. You can look. When you pay this much for your tits that’s sort of the point.”

“I’m sorry,” Cynder stammered, even more nervous that she had met the woman who was to be her first foray into this new life.

“Don’t be. Like I said, if I wanted to blend in, I’d have kept the B-cup I was born with.” She cupped both of her breasts in her hand, pushing them up and together, which was not an easy feat given that they overflowed her small hands. “These babies are my declaration of independence.”

Cynder frowned at the words as she played them over and over again in her mind. “So do you mind if I sit down?” asked her companion.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I have totally forgotten my manners,” Cynder rose to greet the woman, waving a hand to the vacant booth across from her.

But instead the woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms about her. Cynder felt the heat and surprising softness of those breasts pressed against her. The woman smiled down at her then slowly lowered her head. Her soft pink lips covered Cynder’s, moving back and forth slowly. Her tongue teased Cynder’s lower lip until she opened just enough for her to sweep inside. Then she pulled back, “I prefer to get the first kiss out of the way at the beginning of the date and not the end. Oh and I don’t believe in the three date rule either,” she said as she walked over and took the seat across from Cynder.

Cynder returned to her seat in the other booth, “What is the three date rule?” she asked, feeling even more out of step with the times than she had before.

The woman laughed, Jenny laughed, or at least that was the name she used on her profile. Cynder’s friend had warned that sometimes people used different names on their profiles. She had thought about doing so too, but she figured that no one would believe that Cinderella really was her name. She cursed her mother once more for her cruel sense of humor.

“The three date rule says that you don’t have sex with someone until the third date. Supposedly, you don’t want to appear too easy. Slutty. Trashy. But I figure playing the good girl with these things would be false advertising,” she studied Cynder for a moment. “But you, sugar, have good girl written all over you.”

Cynder studied the menu that the waitress had left earlier while she blushed. Did it really show that much? What was she thinking?

She had married her high school sweetheart, the only man she had ever slept with. She had followed him around the country from one minor league team to another until he finally got his big break in major league baseball. But it had been short lived, a torn ligament in his knee ended his career almost before it had begun. But by then, they had two children so Cynder bursa escort had started a daycare in their home to help pay the bills while he worked construction. Eventually, he had built her own daycare center.

But they had not been happy. Something had been missing. In the bedroom. Cynder had tried, she knew that her husband would turn most women into mush, but for some reason she just was not attracted to him like that. Eventually, he had convinced her to give swinging a try. It offered him an outlet for his needs without cheating and perhaps she would find something that interested her. She had too, just not what she or they had expected. Other women.

From the moment that another woman approached her at the first party they went too, Cynder had found the sexual spark that she had thought simply did not exist inside of her. Threesomes had become the mainstay of their sex life. Most people might think that her husband would be in male heaven, regularly having two women in his bed. But the truth was that it had ceased to become about him. It was more like he was allowed to watch as his wife had sex with her partner.

Within six months, their marriage was over. Ugly accusations of her being nothing more than a dyke thrown in the heat of an argument. Cynder might have forgiven his lapse, it was likely true after all, but the fact that their children had overheard was unforgivable. So for the past eighteen months, Cynder had remained celibate, perhaps hiding from the painful truth about herself. In fact, it had actually been her daughter and ex-husband who had created the profile on the dating site as her Mother’s Day gift. How weird was that, she thought.

“So are you?” the woman purred interrupting Cynder’s thoughts.

“Am I what?”

“A good girl?”

Cynder frowned as she considered her answer. “I’m not sure what I am anymore.”

The woman nodded as she sipped the glass of water in front of her. “One of those. Curious about what it’s like to be with another woman?”

Cynder shook her head, “Actually, that I know,” she blushed, uncertain how to explain her situation.

“Ah, yes, they explained in that first email. You were married and your husband convinced you to try swinging to add a spark to things. Only he got more than he bargained for. Poor little boy,” she smiled over the rim of her glass. “So are you bi-sexual then?”

Cynder shook her head, “I don’t think so. My ex was an athlete and hot enough that he had more than his fair share of offers. He was also a pretty good lover. He honestly did his best to make me come, but it was never easy. And the other men at the swing clubs, they didn’t appeal to me either.”

“Just the women?” the conversation stopped at the waitress took their orders. When she left, the other woman looked up at her, “So what are you looking for now?”

Cynder thought about her answer, “Like I said, I’m not sure. This may sound crazy but I think the best answer is that I’m looking to find me. Where I belong. Who I really am.”

Her companion smiled, “Oh that’s easy, sugar. You are a mega hot lesbian and you belong in my bed.”

They laughed at the joke as the waitress brought their drink orders and the conversation after that took on more of an everyday feel. Cynder learned that Jenny moved to Los Angeles after high school to become a movie star, but had in fact only made it as far as the porn industry, which was where her breasts came from. She had been one of the smart ones, using her fleeting time in front of the camera to hone other skills. These days she was a make-up artist and not for the porn industry. She did special effects make-up, one of the best females in the industry. She had been dating again for the past six months after her five year relationship ended.

“I wanted kids and she didn’t, it was as simple as that,” she explained as she lifted a forkful of the decadent chocolate brownie surprise to her full lips. A bit of cream hung to the corner of her mouth and Cynder reached across to wipe it away with the pad of her thumb, but lingered as their eyes locked.

“Would you like to take a walk along the beach?” she asked. Jenny nodded and waved to the waitress for their bill. In moments, they were walking along the broad walk, their conversation took up from where it had left off. Until a teenage skate boarder almost ran into Cynder, Jenny had grabbed her arm and puller her out of his way, but even when he passed she had held onto her hand.

It was a escort bursa new sensation for Cynder. She was more than familiar with the mechanics of making love to another woman, but dating and relationships with one was another matter. But she was discovering she liked it, at least with Jenny.

Cynder slowed as they reached a set of stairs leading up the street above where she lived. She was uncertain how to approach the subject, but considering Jenny’s earlier boldness tried some of her own. “Would you care for a cup of coffee or a glass of wine? My apartment is just up there,” she motioned with her head.

Jenny smiled, “Wine and you would be nice.” She stepped forward and placed her hand at the back of Cynder’s neck. She drew her forward slowly, studying her face and eyes as she did. This kiss was not as timid or polite as the first had been. Passion broke over them just as the waves was breaking against the sand. Her tongue danced against Cynder’s for several long moments. Her breasts brushed against her arms several times until they were both moaning into the kiss.

“The wine may have to wait,” she whispered against Cynder’s swollen lips as she drew back. Cynder smiled and squeezed her hand as she lead her up the stairs and across the busy street. Her apartment was just one street over but the walk had never taken so long. She was a nervous wreck, not since she had given her virginity to her ex after he won the state championship had she been this nervous. She fumbled with the key until Jenny had taken it from her and the door sprang open.

Cynder cringed as she looked around her apartment. She had not thought how it might look to a lover. Her daughter’s school bag was still sitting on the couch where she had thrown it after school yesterday. Her son’s sports bag was open on the floor in front of it, where he and his dad had rifled through it looking for the things they needed. The whole place looked more family hour than seductive but then again Cynder had not thought she would be bringing anyone back here. “I’m sorry for the mess,” she mumbled. “Can I get you that wine?”

Jenny shook her head and stepped forward, her hands slowly caressing down Cynder’s arm, “No, I said we’d do the wine later. The only thing I want to taste right now is you,” she whispered as she covered Cynder’s lips once more with her own. They kissed until they were both breathless.

Jenny’s other hand came up to caress Cynder’s breast through her sundress, she took that as her license to do what she had wanted to do since the moment the woman walked up. Her hands moved over those perfect tits. She was surprised at how wonderful they felt. She had always heard that silicone boobs were hard, but the only hard about these were Jenny’s nipples that were pointing straight at the ceiling.

Cynder let one breast go long enough to reach up and untie the halter top, releasing the bounty to her more thorough exploration. Her hands returned to kneading and squeezing them and her mouth soon joined in the fun. She smiled as she buried her face between her date’s tits and moved her face side to side.

Jenny laughed, “Motor boating? I don’t think anyone has done that since I quit dating men.”

Cynder blushed and looked away, but Jenny simply turned her head back towards her and smiled, “I didn’t say I don’t like it.” She tenderly brushed a strand of hair back as she continued, “You know what I discovered right after I decided to come out as lesbian? That sex got so much better. Not jut because I was with women, but because I was finally being me. So, Cyn, that’s all I’m looking for, just relax, be yourself and enjoy whatever happens. Okay?”

Cynder smiled and nodded, “I think I’m just a little nervous because,” she hesitated for a moment. “Well, technically this is my first time. I mean really being with another woman. All of the others, well, it was always a show for my ex. Sort of, anyway.” She admitted with embarrassment.

Jenny’s eyebrows raised and lowered in a bad Groucho Marx imitation, “Hmm, I like. I’ve never been anyone’s first.”

Both women laughed until the tension dissipated. Cynder took her friend’s hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom. She paused as she opened the door and stood back for the other woman to enter. “I think we’ll be more comfortable in here.”

Jenny crossed to double bed and sat on the foot of it. “You know just because I don’t have a three date rule, doesn’t mean I won’t respect yours. We don’t have to do bursa escort bayan anything you don’t want to, Cyn.”

Cynder sat next to her on the bed. “Thanks for that, but I do want to. Like I said, I guess I’m just a little nervous.”

“How about we make out a bit, see where it goes from there?” asked Jenny.

“I’d like that. You’re a great kisser.” Cynder moved in towards her lover slower, but Jenny was bolder, closing the distance much more quickly. Her fingers laced through Cynder’s ponytail and tugged her head back. Her mouth moved slowly, sensually over Cynder’s. It was as if the woman were sampling fine wine, coming back time and time again for tiny sips, deepening the kiss then backing off again.

Cynder was whining and whimpering with need by the time that Jenny laid her softly back upon the bed. This time it was the other woman, who hands sought out her breasts. Cynder’s nipples pebbled instantly as she ran her nails across them. She arched up seeking more, much more. Jenny knew just what she wanted, her hands brushed the straps of her sundress off her shoulders, then tugged the top down to her waist. She broke the kiss and licked slowly down her throat to suckle at one turgid peak while her nails pinched the other.

“Yes,” cried out Cynder. Her own hands reaching for Jenny’s breasts as much for an anchor in this sea of need as to stimulate her partner. She felt a soft almost tickle at her knee that became bolder as her new friend ran her hand along the inside of her thigh. When she reached the scrap of thin lace that covered her bare mound, she made no attempt to remove it. Instead she drew it up, tightened it against her wet core and used it to frame the hard nub that peaked between its intricate webbing.

Then Jenny was sliding to the floor. She pushed Cynder’s thighs open wider and smiled up at her. “I want to taste you,” she murmured a moment before dropping her platinum head between her thighs. Cynder cried out instantly at the open mouthed kiss that Jenny placed over her clitoris. She followed it up with a slow lick along the lace clad surface from where Cynder’s ass rested on her bed back up to the swollen and throbbing button. She circled her clit slowly several times until Cynder was moaning and pumping her hips up to her lover’s face.

Then she pushed her fingers inside Cynder as far as the lace would allow. She sharp nails were a new sensation for Cynder, but rather than intense pain it was more a light scraping that seemed to augment the sensation of fullness. She pumped her hips faster, trying to draw more of the woman inside of her, but the lace barrier impeded any progress. “Please,” she whimper.

“Are these panties special to you?” asked Jenny against her clit. She leaned back just enough to blow warm air across its surface.

“No, why?” Cynder started to ask, but the sound of tearing was all the answer she needed as suddenly her hole was filled with three fingers pressing up to find her magic button. Jenny’s teeth nipped at her throbbing clitoris as she cried out. She arched up as she came harder than she ever had, flooding Jenny’s face with her cream. The orgasm went on and on for several long moments. When she finally came back around, Jenny was laying next to her on the bed. One hand toyed with her erect nipple while the other was still buried between her legs, making slow in and out motions, spreading her juices.

Cynder reached up and drew her down for a kiss. Her tongue invaded Jenny’s mouth, wrapped around the tongue that had brought her such pleasure, tasted herself on her lips. “That was amazing. But I think it is your turn now,” she said with a wink.

The rest of the day was spent in bed. Cynder was anxious to try it all. Experiment with everything that she had read about, all the things she had been too timid to try under the watchful eyes of her ex-husband. And it was all even more amazing than she had imagined. The women fell asleep, exhausted in one another’s arms several times, but always seemed to awake hot and horny just a couple of hours later.

In the end, they continued to date for several months and remained best friends long after their sexual relationship was over. Cynder had done the whole marriage and kids things in the hetero world, she had no interest in repeating it as a lesbian. But Jenny wanted nothing more than a partner and babies, which she finally found a couple of years later with an old friend from hometown. Cynder was her best woman and their first son’s god-mother. It was appropriate considering her ex-husband was the god-father…and more.

…and they all lived happily ever after. Each free to express themselves in their own unique way, which is the best that any of us can hope for in this life.

Lena and I have been waiting for this concert for months. The thought of it was one of the few things that helped us make it through our third year exams. And now, here we are, out in a field in the middle of nowhere listening to all of our favourite bands performing on the outdoor stage.

The sun is just setting on the horizon, casting an orange glow on the crowd of young adults writhing and dancing to the music pounding through the speakers. There isn’t a sober body in the crowd, or a single person without a drink clasped in their hands while they belt out the lyrics of the current song.

Lena and I hadn’t managed to get a spot near the front of the audience, so we’re stuck watching from somewhere in the middle of the sea of bodies. But the liquor coursing through our veins leaves little for us to complain about.

“I forgot how much I love this song!” Lena shouts over the music, a throwback by the all-girl band on stage right now. She has a hard lemonade clasped in one hand while her hips grind to the beat and she belts out the words as best as she can.

I can’t help but laugh as she royally fucks them up. I throw one arm around her shoulders, keeping my drink balanced in my other hand, and start swaying along with her.

Between the humid summer heat and the complete lack of fresh air in the crowd, we’re both slick with sweat. I’m glad we had decided to wear our denim shorts, rather than jeans as we’d originally planned, because at this point I may have been quite tempted to strip out of those jeans. The desert can get quite cold at night, but the hundred bodies surrounding us does wonders for keeping the cold at bay.

“Do you remember when we used to dance around to this song in your bedroom?” Lena calls out over the music, her lean body swaying to rhythm.

“In our underwear?” I ask, laughing loudly. “Of course!”

“I miss that!”

I don’t think much of her comment. I’m well aware that Lena makes very little sense when she’s hammered. Neither do I, for that matter, but I’m still a few drinks behind her.

As the song changes and the crowd cheers loudly, Lena shakes her long black hair free from her ponytail with a small whoop. I watch, entranced, as she swings the damp black tresses back and forth in time with her hips.

I knock back the rest of my drink, the burn of liquor making me feel all tingly inside. I don’t immediately feel it, but I start to loosen up more as the loud music continues to pound through the speakers. Soon, Lena and I have our arms wrapped around each other as we start dancing and swaying together.

“Don’t look now, but there’s a boy staring at you over there!” Lena calls over the music, her breath blowing hotly over my ear as she sidles closer to me. “I think he wants to dance with you!”

I hitch my chin over my shoulder, doing the exact opposite of what my best friend just told me to do. Sure enough, a guy about our age, in jeans and a wife beater, is watching us dancing intently from a few feet away.

I shake my head loosely as I look back at Lena and grin drunkenly. “Sucks to be him then, ’cause I like the dance partner I have now!”

Lena giggles, twirling me around in a small circle, the best she can manage in such cramped quarters. She spins me around a few times, making me dizzy as my shoulder-length red hair fans around me, until she stops, leaving me wobbling in front of her with my back to her.

At some point she had to of dropped her cup on the ground, because I can feel both hands grab onto my hips from behind, pulling my ass firmly against her hips as we dance. It’s not the first time we’ve danced together, of course, but Lena has never held onto me so tight. She’s probably afraid we’ll get separated in the crowd.

We’re far from the only pair of girls dancing like this, as I grind my ass against my best friend along with the music. Lena’s hands encourage me, sliding over my hips and the slick skin of my waist.

The longer we stay like that, the more those soft hands stray, travelling up under the hem of my low crop top and lightly tracing the length of my ribs. The tips of her fingers leave trails of electricity as they dance over my skin, and I lean my head back into her shoulder behind me.

I’m surprised when those small hands of her’s continue their journey upwards, stopping only once the length of her thumbs comes to rest just below my tits.

I grind my hips against bursa escort her, taking control of the movement now that her hands aren’t there anymore. The idea of my best friend practically feeling me up in front of a crowd of concert goers is adding to my high, sending a thrill through my body and in between my legs.

The song changes again, to one that I recognize quite well. It’s upbeat and sensual, the kind of song you’d see a stripper dance to at a club. Lena’s hands begin to travel again, only this time, it’s just one of them. And it seems to be following the same direction as all of the heat in my body.

Before my intoxicated mind can catch up, to it, Lena slips her hand down into my shorts in front of hundreds of bystanders.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper loudly in surprise, the feeling of her fingers rubbing against my thin satin panties driving me completely wild. It quickly becomes difficult to focus on the blaring music filling the air as her fingers move quicker and quicker in my shorts.

This is new, at least for the two of us. And I can’t say I don’t like it.

As Lena continues to move her skilled little hand around in my shorts, her other one clutches my tit roughly under my loose crop top. I groan as she pinches my nipple between her fingers, my eyes fluttering shut as the high intensifies.

Now, I’m not one to cum just from someone’s hands playing with me, but the second I feel Lena pull aside my panties and slip a finger up inside me, I scream in pleasure, letting the hundreds of people around us know how talented my best friend really is.

Thankfully, nobody pays us any mind. The couple next to us is too busy trying to swallow each other’s tongues, and the rest are too absorbed in the music.

“We should get out of here,” Lena purs loudly into my ear, her hands slipping out from under my clothing. “I might get arrested if I pull down your shorts and start eating your pussy in front of all these people.”

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, her words sounding heavenly. “Yes please.”

My best friend quickly loops a couple of her magical fingers through my belt loops and starts pulling me through the crowd. I’m not sure where we’re going, but I happily follow her in a lustful haze as she shoves her way through the throng of concertgoers.

The farther we get from the stage, the thinner the crowd gets, until we break free and are blasted by a gust of cool, evening wind. There’s a couple of people milling about, buying snacks, refilling drinks or taking a drag of a joint. We ignore them all as Lena turns and drags me towards one of the few outbuilding that sticks out in the middle of the sandy desert flat.

It’s a washroom of sorts, with a half dozen stalls and a couple of sinks on either side. Lena all but kicks open the door to the women’s side, making me giggle like a little girl.

The moment we’re inside, my best friend shoves me up against the nearest wall. Her tongue quickly invades my mouth, tasting of pink lemonade and vodka. I eagerly return her hot kisses, our bodies pressed together as our hands grab at the thin fabric separating us.

“I’ve wanted to do this since high school,” Lena pants heavily, pulling away from my mouth, only to suckle on the skin over my collarbone. Her tiny hands make quick work of my shorts, squeezing between us and flipping open the button with ease.

“Why didn’t you?” I groan, leaning into the wall as she yanks my shorts off of my body until they fall to my feet.

Lena only shrugs, meeting my gaze with lust burning in her bright green eyes. “You were riding that idiot, Owen’s, dick. I figured you wouldn’t be into it.”

“I would’ve been into you, Lena. You’re gorgeous,” I tell her, squeezing her soft, round tits in my hands. “And your tits are fucking amazing.”

“Mm,” she moans, dropping to her knees in front of me. “Keep talking about my tits. It’s hot.”

And I do. I tell her how soft and perfect they are, and I tell her just what I want to do with those bouncing C-cups of hers. But before I can finish, she swiftly pulls down my panties and buries her gorgeous face in my cunt.

I feel her tongue lap at my swollen lips, and I moan her name loudly. My hand tangles in her silky black hair, and I press her even farther into me until I feel her nose buried deep in my curls.

“Oh, yes, Lena,” I moan as her wonderful tongue gets to work on the task at hand. “Just like escort bursa that.”

Looking down, I can see Lena grinning up at me mischievously as her tongue strokes and laps at my dripping cunt. The stark combination of her hot mouth and the cool metal bar in her tongue as she sucks my clit between her lips sends an intense shiver down my spine.

There’s a knot of pleasure building in my stomach, the kind that almost always promises an earth shattering orgasm. With one hand, I entangle my fingers in Lena’s silky black locks and hold her head firmly against my neatly trimmed pussy.

“Mmm, Lee. Make me cum, Lee. Make me cum,” I moan as she feverishly munches and suckles at my wet snatch. I’ve been eaten out before, but never like this. Nobody ever put this much effort into making me cum before.

My lips part in a silent scream, my breath coming out in a pornstar-worthy whimper as Lena flicks my clit furiously with her tongue. Each time the cool metal ball there brushes against my sensitive bundle of nerves, I feel a jolt of pleasure course through my veins.

“I’m almost there Lee. Oh, I’m gonna cum soon, I’m gonna cum,” I whimper, my fingers tightening in her hair to the point where it must be hurting her scalp, but her pain is the last thing on my mind.

Because as Lena gently nips at my throbbing, swollen clit and sucks it in between her beestung painted lips, I feel a tremor rock through my body and I scream as a massive orgasm crashes into me.

“Oh, fuck, Lena! Oh fuck!” I scream as I grind my gushing cunt into her face, forcing her to continue tongue-fucking me until I come down from my high. She does so excitedly, not easing up her attack until I’ve stopped shaking where I stand against the bathroom wall.

Even in the dull fluorescent light of the bathroom I can see the way her smiling face glistens with my juices. She doesn’t seem the least bit bothered as I pull her to her feet and bring my mouth down on hers.

I taste myself as I slide my tongue into her mouth, stroking hers and playing with the little silver bar hiding in her mouth. She moans into my mouth as I reach up and squeeze her bouncy tits in my hands. Through her tight black shirt, I can feel her nipples harden and I resist the urge to tear it off of her, just so I can wrap my lips around them one at a time.

Our kisses are hot, making up for years worth of lust and resisted temptation. I almost don’t want to stop, but I manage to tear my lips away from hers just enough to see that mischievous and hungry glint in her pretty green eyes.

“You don’t think anyone’s going to walk in, do you?” I ask suddenly, my head whipping around to face the door, practically expecting someone to walk in on the two of us– me being half naked– in a public washroom.

Lena tangles her fingers in my hair, forcing me to look back at her. “I doubt anyone would complain if they did,” she smirked, leaning in to kiss the side of my neck roughly.

I groan as her lips pull at the sensitive skin of my neck, my hands squeezing her tits tightly.

Keeping a firm grip on one of her round c-cups, I let my other hand glide down the fabric over her shirt and her tight abdomen, until I feel the zipper at the front of her shorts. Making quick work of it, I flick open the button, slide the zipper down as far as it will go, and not-so-gracefully thrust my hand inside of her panties.

She lets out a small cry of pleasure as my sweating hand first gropes at her smooth, bare cunt.

“God, Lena, you’re already so wet,” I groan as my hand slides all around her glorious pussy lips. It’s quite apparent that everything she did for me wasn’t purely for my pleasure. It seems to have pleased her just as much.

Now, it’s my turn to pleasure her.

I pull my hand out of her shorts with a flourish, and bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking on them for her to see. The taste of her juices is like a drug on my tongue, making me want her more than I already do.

So, without further distraction, I drop to my knees on the tile floor and yank her shorts down her pale, shapely legs until they’re pooled around her ankles.

Her panties leave nothing to the imagination, clearly displaying her soft, smooth cunt through the thin sheer lace. My mouth practically waters as I put my hands out in front of me and, painfully slowly, I pull them down to join her shorts.

I draw out her wait, first bursa escort bayan gently stroking her lips with my unsteady fingers. Her resounding groan of frustration lets me know she’s not pleased by this. So, carefully, I slip one finger between her legs and thrust it into her cunt.

Lena rocks her hips, encouraging me to pick up the face, but I’ve quickly found out that I enjoy watching her wait for it. So I continue at my own pace, thrusting my one finger into her slowly as she clenched her walls around me.

“Oh, come on, Tasha. Don’t be a bitch,” Lena growls above me, thrusting her hips towards my face.

A sly grin spreads over my face as I soak up the desperation I hear in her voice. I lean in and press a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh, careful to avoid getting too close to her cunt.

“I hate you so much right now,” she grumbles huskily.

Feeling generous, I slip another finger into her easily, picking up the pace just a little. “Better?” I ask smugly.

“No,” she groans. “Just fuck me already, won’t you?!”

Whether it’s the guilt of holding back, or just how hot she sounds, I’m not sure. But without another thought, I do just what she asked.

I bury my tongue between her slippery lips, lapping at her juices hungrily as I thrust my fingers roughly into her wet snatch. Lena lets out a cry that’s somewhere between relief and pleasure as she grasps frantically at the tiled wall behind her, searching for something to keep her standing.

Slowly, her body slides down the wall, until she’s holding herself just barley off the floor. I don’t make it easy on her either, relentlessly grinding my mouth against her swollen cunt until her legs begin shaking.

Not lifting my face from between her legs, I pull my fingers free from her snatch and hook one of her pale legs over my shoulder, and then the other. Lena slumps down onto the floor now, grabbing at her tits while she moan and cries out my name. “Oh fuck, Tasha! Yes, fuck, right there!”

She squeezes her legs around my head tightly, bringing my mouth harder against her. All I can taste is her wetness against my tongue, and all I can smell is the musky aroma of sex. It drives me crazy, as my own clit begins the ache between my legs.

I can’t help but reach down with one hand, massaging the swollen bundle of nerves between my legs while I eat out my best friend with everything I’ve got.

Determined to give Lena the most amazing orgasm she’s ever had in her life, I press my tongue hard against her clit, lapping at it frantically as I shake my head from side to side.

Her moans quickly turn into screams as her legs begin to shake. Her one hand pulls at my hair roughly, while the other finds a home beneath her shirt.

“Fuck, Tasha, fuck, you’re gonna make me cum! Please, please, I’m gonna cum!”

No sooner had the words left her gorgeous lips, I felt a sudden gush of wetness against my tongue. Lena lets out a scream of pure ecstasy, as her body shudders against me, her grip falling free from my sweaty locks.

As Lena’s orgasm fades, I lick my lips, pull my hand away from my clit and unwrap her shapely legs from around my head.

After a moment, she wraps them playfully around my waist, pulling herself up lazily until she’s straddling my lap. The blazing, post-orgasmic smile on her face is contagious, and I spread my lips in a matching one.

“You’re really fucking good at that,” she giggles, her teeth biting into her lip in a way that turns me on in all the best ways.

Despite the fact she couldn’t hold herself together two minutes ago, I can’t help but notice that the lusty glint in her eye has returned. Then, with a mischievous smile, Lena wraps her arms around my neck and very deliberately she grinds her hips against mine, her eyes never leaving mine.

A loud moan escapes my lips as I feel her slick cunt rub against the sensitive mound between my legs.

But before I can even ask Lena just what exactly she’s planning on doing to me, the door to the washrooms flies open, and I whip my head around to stare at the intruder with wide, panicked eyes.

A leggy blonde girl, barely older than us, stands in the open doorway, her beestung lips slightly parted as she takes in the scene in front of her– Lena and I both naked from the waist down, the cum on my face obvious in the fluorescent lighting.

Despite being in this compromising position on the floor, I can’t help but notice that this girl’s tits are practically falling out of her crop top, a fact that is doing nothing to help my building orgasm.

The girl blinks quickly, but she doesn’t look away.

“Holy fuck.”

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.

Zoey had been my best friend for most of my life. I know it’s unusual for a guy to have a girl as a best friend, but that’s the way it worked out. We grew up in a small town together, went through grade school and then high school together, and were now going to the same college in the state capital together. While we were growing up we were inseparable and everyone in our small town thought we were doing the wild thing, but the truth is weren’t. We’d had many candid — very candid — conversations about anything and everything, and that includes sex. Once we both hit puberty and became interested in the opposite sex our conversations went in that direction on occasion, but we had never thought of expressing our newfound interest in sex with each other. Most of the conversations that included sex were either about the guy she was dating or the girl I was dating, and by this time we were to the point where we could and did talk about anything and everything. I guess by that time we were so solidly entrenched as best friends that the thought of the two of us having sex just never crossed our minds.

Never crossed her mind, that is, because it had certainly crossed mine. Zoey was a real beauty, and any man would have to be blind not to notice her and have carnal thoughts about her. She was a brunette with light brown shoulder-length hair, about 5’5″ tall, maybe 110 pounds soaking wet, with the absolute prettiest and cutest face in the entire town. She also had a tight, lean body that was the envy of most of the girls in town and that would make any red-blooded male take notice. Her legs were shapely, her stomach was flat and firm with a tapered waist that was close to be an “hourglass,” and her breasts were full and round, sitting proudly on her chest. If I had to guess I would have guessed she was maybe a “C” cup, certainly not any bigger than that. I had seen her in a bikini many times over the years and had always admired her. Hell, any man would!

But as much as I desired her, the thought of making a move on her never crossed my mind. I valued our close friendship too much to ever do that, so I kept my feelings and desires locked away. By the time we reached college our friendship was such that both of us would do absolutely anything to help the other out, and the last thing I wanted to do was change that.

Our friendship continued once we got to college, although we didn’t get to see as much of each other as before because our class schedule and homework load kept us pretty busy. But whenever we did get together it was just like we were back home, and that was a good feeling that I think the both of us needed. Both of us were way too busy as freshmen to worry about dating, so we were both unattached throughout most of our freshman year. Sure, I’d gotten laid a few times as I’m sure Zoey did too, but neither of us had a serious or even steady relationship going on. Whenever either of us had a free evening or afternoon on the weekend one of us would pick up the phone and call the other, and shortly after that we’d be at one of the many bars or restaurants in the area, drinking and eating, and just enjoying the evening. This was a college town and college students stay up all night, so most of the bars and restaurants in the area stayed open until around 2AM, so it wasn’t unusual for one of us to call the other late in the evening for a quick meal or a drink.

So I wasn’t surprised when my cell phone rang late one Saturday night around midnight. I looked over at the phone lying on the desk next to me, and I smiled when I saw Zoey’s picture and number come up on the caller ID. I picked it up and touched “answer” on the screen, then placed it to my ear.

“Hey, Zoey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Hi, Bo, are you busy right now?” “Bo” was short for “Bocephus,” her nickname for me. I’m a huge Hank Williams Jr fan, so once I got into his music she started calling me by his father’s nickname for him — “Bocephus,” or “Bo” for short.

“No, I’m not. Just sitting here doing some late-night studying,” I lied, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arm over my chest. I had started out studying but it had turned into watching internet porn. I was watching my favorite internet star, a woman from California who did POV porn with the help of her husband, the lucky son of a bitch. At the moment I was sitting in my chair in my boxers sporting a pretty good stiffie on account of her and wishing that I was her husband.

“Good! Then put your pants on and get over here, I need your help with something and I need it right now!” she said, the urgency in her voice evident.

“How did you know…” I started to ask, genuinely surprised.

“Because I know you, that’s how,” she replied. “So turn off the porn, put your pants on and get over here!”

“Sure, Zoey, sure, but what’s going on? What’s wrong?” I asked, standing up to get my jeans off of tecavüz porno my bed where I had tossed them.

“Nothing’s wrong, so don’t worry about that,” she said, putting my mind somewhat at ease.

“So what is it?” I asked, propping the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I stepped into my jeans.

“I’ll tell you when you get here. Now hurry up!” she said, and the phone went dead. I stopped and held the phone out in front of me, staring at it for a moment before dropping it on the bed to finish putting on my pants and then slipping on my leather deck shoes. Then I picked up the phone and slipped it into the back pocket of my jeans and headed out. Ten minutes later I was knocking on the door of Zoey’s room, which opened almost immediately.

“Good! You’re here!” Zoey said, grabbing me by the arm and literally dragging me into the room, closing and then locking the door behind me.

“Well, hello to you, too, Zoey,” I said, more curious and anxious about what was going on than miffed about the abrupt and impersonal greeting. I couldn’t help but notice that Zoey was wearing nothing but a white tank top that was tight enough to show that she wasn’t wearing a bra, a pair of black bikini panties and nothing else. I’d seen her in skimpy outfits like this before so this was nothing new — like I said, we were the best of friends and didn’t hide anything from each other. But I’d be both crazy and a liar if I said that I didn’t notice and didn’t feel it in the base of my balls, especially when I saw that her nipples were hard and poking against the thin fabric of the tank top. She turned and leaned against the back of the door as she spoke, her hands behind her butt.

“Thank you for coming over so quickly, Bo, I really appreciate it!” she said, smiling what I recognized as a nervous smile. In all the years I’d known her I’d never seen her nervous before, so this was a first.

“So what’s going on, Zoey?” I asked, concerned even more since I knew she was nervous. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Bo, really,” she said, smiling a nervous smile up at me.

“Then what?” I asked, holding my hands out palm up in a questioning gesture. “What is it?”

“I need your help with something,” she said, hesitating for a moment before continuing. “I need you to do something for me — with me — to me, actually,” she said, totally confusing me.

“Like what?” I asked. She continued to look at me as she swallowed hard, then took a deep breath before she answered — and there was no way in hell I could ever have been prepared for what that answer was.

“I need you to give me a facial, Bo,” she said. My mouth fell open and I just stood there for a moment before speaking, and when I did I stammered because of my surprise.

“You…need me to…what? A facial?” I asked. “Do you mean…”

“Yes, Bo, that’s exactly what I mean,” Zoey replied, never taking her eyes from mine. “I need you to cum on my face!”

“But…okay, I mean, but…but why?” I asked. She took another deep breath before answering.

“I’m a webcam model, Bo,” she said, stepping closer to me and looking up into my eyes. “I have a private broadcast in about ten minutes with a patron who has paid me in advance to be able to watch me get a facial, and since I work solo that really put me in a bind. But the money was way too good to pass up, so I I said yes. You’re the only person I know that I trust enough to do this. I also knew that you wouldn’t let me down,” she said, pausing for a moment before continuing.

“You won’t let me down, will you, Bo?” she asked, stepping in close. “You’ll do this for me? With me?” She looked deep into my eyes as she spoke, and there was a look there that I’d never seen before. Soft, subtle, intense…was it desire, or hope? I wasn’t sure and didn’t have the time to think about it. All I knew was that not only was I being given the chance to help out my best friend in the entire world, I was also being given the chance to live out what had been one of my secret fantasies about Zoey ever since I’d hit puberty. I reached out and grasped her by the upper arms with both hands as I replied.

“Of course I will,” I replied, looking back into her eyes. “You’re my best friend, I’d do anything for you, no matter what.” She broke out into a big grin and then wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tight. I hugged her right back. The thought that something sexual was finally about to happen between us coupled with feeling her body pressed to mine made my cock shift in my boxers.

“Thank you, Bo! I knew I could count on you!” she said as we hugged. After a too-brief moment of this she stepped back and turned to walk over to her desk where the computer was. I noticed the web camera set up next to it, and also noticed that it was pointed at her bed. She pulled out the chair and sat down in front of the computer, reaching for the mouse.

“Well, if you had a boyfriend then he could do it for you — or to you, rather,” I said, walking over to her bed and sitting travesti porno down.

“But I don’t have a boyfriend — I have you!” she replied, making me smile. She put her hand on the computer mouse, moved it a bit, then clicked on something. She typed in what I assumed was her screen name and password on what I correctly assumed was the webcam service, then turned in the chair to face me.

“There’s another reason I called you, Bo,” she said softly, “another reason why I need someone I know I can truly trust.” She paused, looking down for a moment, before looking back up at me and continuing.

“You see, Bo, I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve never had a facial,” she said. “I’ve never liked or trusted any of the guys I’ve slept with enough to let them do that, so you’ll be the first.”

“Then that makes two of us,” I said, my voice faltering just a bit. “I’ve never cum on a girl’s face before. Never had a girl who either wanted it or who would let me. The one time I brought it up the girl freaked out, and I never heard from her again. So that kind of put me off on asking, you know?”

“So I’m asking now, Bo,” Zoey said, looking directly into my eyes. “Would you please give me a facial?”

“Absolutely.” She smiled at me, then got up from the desk chair to give me a quick kiss on the lips, placing her hands on the tops of my thighs for balance as she leaned in for the kiss.

“Thank you, Bo, I knew I could count on you!” she said, grinning from ear to ear. She straightened up as she continued. “It’s almost time for the private show to start, so you’d better go into the bathroom and get ready,” she said, walking back over to the computer and sitting down once again.

“What do I need to do?” I asked.

“Take off your shirt and underwear, then put your jeans back on. Oh, and take off your belt, too. One less thing for me to have to work my way through to get to your…well, you know!” she said.

“I understand taking off my underwear, but why my shirt?” I asked. The answer made perfect sense.

“Because guys don’t like to see clothing getting in the way of the action,” she replied, typing on the keyboard to bring up her account. The she turned in the chair to look at me and said, “Now get your ass in there and get ready! It’s almost show time!”

“Yes, ma’am!” I said, getting up from the bed and heading for the bathroom.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Zoey said, still turned in her chair. “Don’t say anything, and I mean not a word, not a sound. If you have to moan when you cum that’s okay, but other than that you have to be completely silent, okay?”

“Sure, but why?” I asked.

“Because whoever is watching will be fantasizing that it’s them and their cock on the screen, and if you talk it will break the moment and ruin it,” she replied.

“Oh, okay, that makes sense,” I said, then went into the bathroom to get ready. It only took a couple of minutes and when I came out, Zoey was already online and talking with her patron. She glanced over in my direction very briefly, then dropped her hand out of camera view to point at a spot about two feet away from her chair. Without making a sound I walked over to the spot and stood. My cock was semi-hard already just by the thought of what was about to happen.

“Well, I’m just about ready here,” she said to the web camera. She couldn’t see the face of the guy on the other side of the camera, and for me I guess that was just as well. Knowing that someone else was watching live was bad enough, I didn’t want to have to see the guys’ face as I was blowing my load all over my best friend’s face.

‘I’m getting ready to blow my load all over my best friend’s face!’ I thought to myself. At that moment it hit me what I was really about to do, and it both excited and confused me at the same time. But I didn’t have the time to dwell on it as Zoey was ready to get things rolling.

“Just let me move over to the bed and get the camera repositioned, and then we’ll get down to business!” she said. She got up from the chair and moved over to the bead, taking the webcam her. Just as she was positioning the camera on the edge of the desk to get a clear shot of her bed, a ‘Ding!’ came from the computer. I looked over at the screen and saw the message box under the live picture of what Zoey’s camera was broadcasting.

‘Okay, whenever you’re ready!’ Zoey chuckled as she replied.

“The question is, are you ready?” she asked, teasing the guy.

Ding!

‘YES!’

“Do you have your cock out?” Zoey asked, her voice dropping an octave and taking on a sultry tone I’d never heard before. It made my own cock twitch.

Ding!

‘YES!’

“Are you stroking it for me?” she asked. I suddenly realized that Zoey was good at this — VERY good — which meant she had been doing this for a while. Just how long I had no idea, but I intended to find out when this was all over.

Ding!

‘YES!’

“Then let’s get started!” she said in that same sultry tone. She looked over xhamster porno at me and nodded, and I moved over to stand in front of her as she was sitting on the bed.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as she reached up and ran her hands over the bulge of my semi-erect cock through my jeans. I jumped a bit at her touch — we were breaking really new ground here and I was still unsure of how to act. She looked up at me and smiled a hot, sultry, seductive smile, winking at me with her eye that was away from the camera so the other guy wouldn’t see it. She squeezed the bulge of my cock gently, still looking at me and smiling. She was completely “in character” now, fully ensconced in her webcam model persona, and the nervousness I had seen when I first came in had vanished.

She looked down at my crotch as she deftly unfastened my belt, and then immediately unfastened my jeans and pulled the zipper down. Without missing a beat she grabbed the top of my jeans and pulled them down my legs, my semi-hard cock popping out and almost bopping her on the nose. She looked at my cock for the first time and paused, and I saw a smile creep across her face. She looked up at me with wide, admiring eyes and silently mouthed the word ‘wow.’ I’m no John Holmes or anything like that, but I’m no Pee Wee Herman either. I don’t know if she was surprised by the size and shape of my cock or by my clean-shaven balls, but at that point in time I didn’t really care.

Keeping her eyes locked onto mine, still smiling at me with her mouth slightly open, she slid her hand up my thigh and over my balls to my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and gripped it firmly, pumping it slowly as she kept her eyes on mine. I felt the shaft harden quickly, getting thicker and longer in her hand. She looked down at my hardening cock for a moment, then opened her mouth, leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth.

I gasped as her warm, wet mouth closed around the head of my cock, her tongue pressing against the underside as she applied suction. She gripped my hardening shaft tighter, pumping it as she slid her other hand up to my balls. She squeezed and kneaded them for a moment, then moved the hand around my cock out of the way as she slid her mouth all the way down my shaft, her nose bumping against my abdomen. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of my cock and then sucked hard, sucking my cock to full hardness in her mouth. She had to slide her mouth back up my cock as it quickly grew, and in less than a minute I was rock-hard and solid, my cock throbbing in her mouth. She gripped the base of my cock in her hand again and squeezed, hard, slipping her mouth back until just the head of my cock was trapped between her soft, sucking lips. She sucked hard, and I could feel the precum being drawn out of me. She looked up at me and smiled around my cock, flicking the tip of her tongue against the slit at the tip.

Then she began working on me in earnest, sliding her mouth up and down the length of my shaft, sucking on it, pumping it in her hand, squeezing and kneading my balls in her other hand as she did so. In a matter of moments my cock was wet, shiny, and slippery with her saliva, and the slurping, erotic sounds of great oral sex filled the room. I glanced over at the webcam sitting on the end of the desk, noticing the little red light glowing on the top, and hoped the guy on the other end was enjoying the show because I sure as hell was enjoying what Zoey was doing to me to give it to him!

“Mmmm! Mmmm!” she moaned over and over again as she slid her wet, sucking mouth up and down the length of my shaft. She slipped her mouth off of my shaft with a slight ‘pop,’ then sighed loudly as she ran the flat of her tongue up the underside of my shaft, licking it hard, a string of shiny saliva stretching from the tip of my cock to her bottom lip when she finished. She licked my shaft again in the same way, this time sliding her mouth around the head as she got to the tip and immediately sliding her mouth all the way down my cock to the base, burying my shaft in her mouth and throat. I could feel the head of my cock pressing against the back of her throat, and she grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me towards her to shove my cock as deeply down her throat as she could.

She gagged a little, her back arching and a small cry coming from her as she forced my cock down her throat, but she kept her grip on my ass to keep my cock buried down her throat. She stayed like that for several long moments before pulling away, sliding her mouth from my cock and leaning back, placing her hands on the mattress behind her for support, her mouth open as she gasped for air, her lips and my cock shiny with her spit. Her eyes were shiny with desire and watering from her efforts on my cock. She looked at me as she took two quick gulps of air, a look of pure lust in her eyes, then lunged forward to bury my cock down her throat again. She cried out in pleasure as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, and I could feel her throat closing around the head of my cock as she swallowed. Then she fell back on her hands again, eyes still watering, gasping for air as she looked up at me. The look on my face must have been something, because she broke out into the biggest open-mouthed grin I’d ever seen.

It’s amazing to me how quickly people change. After my full frontal nudity fondling video was posted online most people I went to school with dropped it after only the first day back. There were plenty of sideways glances, whistles, texts, Facebook comments, etc. There were even a few people that genuinely wanted to know if I was “doing okay”. Some of them were even guys! I was surprised at the response. But by Tuesday it was already old news and life went on as usual.

I managed to get the video removed from most of the sites it was posted on and the ones I couldn’t remove were obscure anyway.

Jill and I graduated, I’m happy to say, and continued dating. Unfortunately for me she still wasn’t ready to have sex, which I understood and respected. Thankfully, however, our heavy fondling and making out was going nicely. More than once, by the time we finished I had pretty much “glued” my jeans to my leg if you know what I mean, but hey, I’m a guy.

Jill got a job working at a place for children with autism and I continued my horrible job. College was on the horizon for both of us, but there was money to be saved first.

I maintained my swimming and started getting more serious about working out and eating right. I did make sure that whenever I would lie out by the pool that I didn’t fall asleep and that the gate was locked before I went in.

I have no idea what happened to Martha Jensen, I heard that she moved out of state for college and the state is better off without her. Jen Tyler, on the other hand, is a skid-mark on the underwear of life and can’t be gotten rid of. Jill and I would often bump into her around town and she always pretended like we were old pals, even though we only graduated a few months ago and we always hated each other. Jen was a stuck up slut that got everything she wanted in life. One time we saw her crossing the street and Jill joked about running her over, but I think somewhere in the back of her mind she actually considered it—that’s my girl!

I started making a habit of walking to and from the bathroom in my underwear and I was even caught a few times by my Mom or sister. They never said anything, but it still gave me a weird feeling being seen like that.

On one occasion my sister Cindy followed me into my room and started talking to me. I tried to be casual but then I started to get embarrassed and a little hard so I had to cover up. I think she knew what was happening, but she didn’t say anything. After everything that happened to me, I was still shy as all hell and the more time went by, the more I seemed to revert to my extreme shyness.

This story gets interesting in August so let’s jump ahead shall we?

Jill came to dinner one day.

“So I need some ideas for raising money. We are having a friendly competition to raise money for autism awareness. They’re putting on a mental health carnival and each place has it’s own table. We are trying to figure out what we can do to raise more than the other tables. Bob Rafelson, I think his name is—he’s some rich guy and he’s agreed to match the table that raises the most money times four.

“So what are your ideas?” Mom asked.

“Well, that’s the problem we don’t have any good ideas. We do have access to a dunk booth, but those are lame and they don’t raise that much money. I wanted to do something cool, but I can’t think of anything.” Jill looked down at her food dejected.

“How about a Karaoke contest?” Mom said.

I laughed. “Karaoke? How about something not so old fashioned like square dancing!”

“Don’t make fun of me!” She scolded.

“See that’s the problem, there’s nothing good to do at a carnival. Oh and to make it worse guess who is at one of the tables? Jen Tyler! And you know she’ll do something perfect that wins and we’ll get thrown in the mud as usual.”

“Okay, this just got personal.” Cindy said. “We have to beat this chick!”

“So think, what can we do?” Jill begged.

There was nothing but silence, only the sound of forks hitting plates and chewing for a long moment.

Cindy finally spoke up, “The dunk booth isn’t a bad idea, you just need someone famous to dunk. Someone that will draw a crowd.”

“I called Justin Beiber, but he hasn’t called back yet.” Jill joked.

Cindy smiled a devilish smile. “What about somebody a little more local. A pseudo-celebrity, someone like, oh say, The Naked Swimmer!”

I flushed. I hadn’t heard that name in a few months and I wasn’t prepared for it.

“Cindy!” Mom came to my defense.

“What? It’s a good idea; it even involves swimming sort of. That first video is still on Youtube and it’s close to 126,000 views last I checked.”

“How often do you check?” I asked in horror.

“Every now and then. What? You have a cute butt and it’s funny. All the girls at work like it. They think you’re sexy. They would come and pay to see you get wet. They’re always asking me if they can meet you.”

“Mom!” I used my only defense.

To my horror my Mom was smiling to herself.

“Tell her to stop! She shouldn’t be looking at that!”

“Oh Mark, what’s tecavüz porno the big deal, she’s already seen it. Besides, your butt is pretty cute if I do say so.”

The three of them started laughing hysterically. I was red as an apple, but there was nothing I could do. I sat there and shook my head. My Mom touched my arm.

“I’m sorry, honey. I shouldn’t laugh.”

“No go ahead, it’s funny, it’s great.” This just made them laugh harder. “They aren’t going to let you advertise it with anything naked in the title anyway,” I added.

“Well, you don’t make a Naked Swimmer banner. You just spread the word privately. You can sign autographs for extra money, maybe we can grab a still from the video that doesn’t show too much and print them up. Charge $10 for an autograph. This is a good idea, Mark.” Cindy was enjoying this idea just a little too much.

Then Jill piped in, “We can keep the pictures low profile and just give them to the people that ask” she said.

I was once again shocked. “So now you’re on board with this?” I couldn’t believe it.

“If you want to, it’s really not a bad idea. And it is for the kids.” She flashed that look at me that melts my heart every single time.

I looked over at my Mom for advice.

“Well?” I asked her.

“It is for a good cause, if you’re comfortable with it, why not? After all, most people will just be dunking you, they won’t know who you are, and if some of them do maybe it will draw more money.”

I looked at all of them realizing they didn’t know what they were asking me. They clearly didn’t appreciate just how shy I really am. In light of past events I don’t blame them, but still!

“Anything for you Jill.” I gave in.

They all applauded.

A week went by and Jill talked to her supervisor. They had agreed to it. I couldn’t believe they went along with this. It was almost like hiring a porn star! But whatever, it’s for the kids.

One day when I came home from work Jill was in my sister’s room. I pushed the door open to see what they were doing. They were both sitting at the computer and playing my nude swim meet video over and over. It’s a strange feeling to walk into your sister’s room and see her and your girlfriend looking at a full screen image of your own naked body. They both turned and laughed when I walked into the room.

Cindy looked at me, “Hey you’re just in time. What do you think . . . this one . . .”

She clicked a still they had captured showing me looking embarrassed and covering myself while still showing my bare profile.

” . . . or this one . . .”

She opened another one that showed me from the front covering myself but showing some pubes.

” . . .or this one . . .”

She opened another one of when I first came out of the pool. There I was standing straight up body facing the camera with my head turned to the side, my arms at my side water dripping off my shining skin and showing full frontal nudity.

“Come on!” I yelled. “Get that off the screen!”

They both laughed.

“Jill says this one shows too much penis, but I don’t think so. I think this will be a BIG seller! Especially if we do this . . .”

She clicked a button and the picture enlarged. She kept it up until my penis filled the screen.

All I could do was sit there and look at my dick filling her computer screen while the two girls looked right at it in front of me laughing.

“I hope you’re enjoying this.”

“Okay, okay, I think we embarrassed him enough.” Jill finally came to my defense and my sister closed the picture.

“The first one is the one we’ll use.” I said. “And I’m only doing this because I love you.” I told Jill and she smiled. That smile made everything better.

“I love you too. I’m sorry we laughed, but it’s just . . . funny.”

“I know, I know.”

The following night was the carnival and I showed up right on time. I took my position on the tank and nobody came. A lot of people walked past, a few kids gave it a shot—five bucks for three throws. I remained perfectly dry. The real action didn’t start until later. That’s when my sister’s work friends showed up.

There were a lot of whistles and propositions. I smiled and tried not to look bothered. One of them kept commenting on how red my face was and I finally got into the spirit.

“Well, why don’t you cool me off then!” I yelled.

She tried several times and eventually succeeded. The water was ice; it nearly took my breath away. The women all cheered.

“Now that’s how I like to see him!”

“Look how that shirt clings to his young hard flesh!”

“Yeah, baby flex, show us those muscles”

I climbed back up and they continued. It seemed like every time I just started drying off, I got dunked again.

“Yeah, keep him wet!”

“Why don’t you take your shirt off for us, Swimmer!”

There was much laughter at my expense, but I knew it would be like that. One of them asked if I had a girlfriend and I happily replied that I did and she was the most amazing girl I ever met. There was a collective “AWE” from travesti porno all the ladies, followed by the sound of the release being hit and I was underwater again!

Once they were out of money, one of them asked “Why don’t you come down here and autograph some photos for us?” They all cheered.

Jill pulled out a folder of the photos and they each took one. I was surprised. I had to endure the humiliation of all these women, many of them pretty hot, commenting on a photograph that pretty much showed off my entire body except the part I managed to barely cover. They told me how they enjoyed looking at my “form” many times online. This was rough, but I think my ever-increasing ego saw me through it.

“We just made a fortune, I can’t believe it!” Jill jumped up and down. “Oh, I’m so happy.”

I smiled and kissed her.

Just then an older woman came over to us.

“Excuse me, those ladies just told me you’re The Naked Swimmer?”

I slumped and looked at Jill. She looked back at me and smirked. I regained composure and feigned pride and said, “That’s me.”

She looked closely at my face and said, “Wow, it is you! I’ll be right back.”

Jill and I looked at each other and watched the woman scurry off.

About five minutes later she returned with a host of other women, some younger some older but all with devilish smiles.

“We came here to dunk The Naked Swimmer!” one of them exclaimed.

“Step right up and give it a try!” I said starting to get into character, although I didn’t really like being called that.

Dollars started being dropped by the handful and some of them had pretty good aim. One time after being dunked, when I came back out of the water, I heard one girl say, “Oh, I was hoping he’d come out naked like in the video.” That was followed by many catcalls. My heart started beating quicker at that. The idea that all these women were familiar with my nudity freaked me out and excited me.

I spent the next hour with a bigger and bigger crowd, I was more popular than I ever could have thought. We were making money hand over fist selling balls to throw and pictures. Pretty soon Jill had run out of photos to autograph and the women in the crowd were growing restless.

One thing I have learned is that when a bunch of women get together they have a tendency to become animals—much more than guys. The requests for my nudity in person grew. The first woman who arrived that started this whole crowd approached me again. She pulled me aside after a quick break.

“You know young man, if you really want to raise money, I know the guy running this carnival. I could get him to let us stay here tonight after close and maybe we can raise the stakes?” She said with a wink.

I laughed very nervously and told her “Ah, no thanks.”

I resumed my place over the tank and couldn’t get my mind back in the game.

Until I looked up and saw Jen walk over. I motioned to Jill and they saw each other at the same time. I saw them talk to each other, I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Jill seemed upset and Jen was gloating.

The crowd started to thin a little and I took another break. I went over to Jill.

“So what did miss perfect have to say?”

“Well, it looks like her reign will continue. She’s raised a lot more than we have. She’s running some stupid shell game and people love it. Probably because they can look down her shirt while they play. She sucks.”

Oh no, here we go again. Jill had that sad look that I simply can’t stand. “How much do we have to raise?”

“About $500 in the next ten minutes.” She said.

I looked around for the answer. There’s no way.

“There’s no way we can do it. Well, we tried I guess. You were great, Mark I really appreciate what you’re doing, I know it’s rough for you.”

My heart broke for her. I wanted to rip the earth in half just for some justice.

Then it happened. I saw that lady again.

“Excuse me, Mrs.?” I yelled. She smiled and waved and walked over to me.

“How did you do tonight?”

“Not as good as we could. Is that offer still standing to raise the stakes?”

She smiled, “What do you have in mind?”

“A wager. We need to raise $500 before we leave.”

“$500? That’s a lot of dough Jack!” She said.

“It will be worth it. Try to get as many of those women back here after the place closes and tell them it will be worth their time and bring money!” I said with a wink.

The old lady liked the sound of this. “You got it.” She hustled off.

“What are you doing?” Jill asked.

“Something stupid as usual.” I took a deep breath; those old butterflies found their home in my stomach again.

Then everything got worse.

“Honey!” My Mom yelled. I looked over and saw her waving at me. She came over with about fifteen of her friends.

“Oh no, not now!”

She arrived. “How’s it going?” she asked

“What are you doing here?” I was horrified.

“I wanted to help out, but we’re running really late. Did you raise enough money?”

“No, but I thought of a way xhamster porno that we can, but I can’t do it if you’re here.”

“Why not?” she asked.

As if to answer her question an announcement came over the loudspeaker.

“Folks we’d like to thank you for coming and helping out with these special causes tonight and the park will be closing so please everyone make your way to the exits. There is, however, a special private fundraiser going on over by the dunk tank, I’m afraid its adults only, and featuring a local Internet celebrity, The Naked Swimmer! So get your wallets out and head on over there. Everyone else please head to the exists and Thank You very much for your kindness and generosity tonight.”

My Mom looked at me with wide eyes. “What did you do?”

“I can’t. Just please let me do what I have to. I can’t back out now. Just please go home.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Mark. I want to know what this is all about.”

She looked at Jill and Jill just shrugged. “I don’t know.”

An enormous crowd gathered around almost entirely made of women. There must have been one hundred people there. Unfortunately one of them was also my sister and all of her friends. Everyone was buzzing asking each other what the story was. I took one last look at my Mom, one glance at my sister, and a long hard look at Jill.

“This is for a good cause.” I told my Mother and took my place on the dunk tank. I grabbed the microphone and tried to speak through a very dry mouth. My hands were shaking wildly. I was more nervous than I have ever been in my entire life.

“Hi everyone. We were trying to raise the most money for our charity and we failed. Or I guess I failed. So . . . I had an idea. One that many of you have already suggested.”

My voice was cracking and shaking like crazy.

“So here’s the deal. We need to raise another $500 tonight. So, I’m going to make you an offer I hope now that it’s an offer you can refuse.” I looked at my Mother. She had an expression of being very skeptical of what I was about to say, but there was also trust in her eyes.

“I’m auctioning off myself! If we can raise $500 right now, then every time I’m dunked, I’ll remove an article of clothing and I’m only wearing three things so that shouldn’t take too long!”

There was an audible gasp followed by cheers. My sister’s jaw dropped and her friends all laughed and clapped.

“Once I’m naked, and it probably won’t be long . . .”

“The water’s not that cold!” someone yelled to more laughter.

“Once I’m naked you can take a photo of me and you for twenty dollars.”

“Naked?” someone else asked.

“Full frontal.” The crowd went wild. The old lady came over and took the microphone.

“I just want to say, I know many of the police here as well as the mayor and I think they will be happy to look the other way for this special fundraiser.”

I didn’t even think of that, it was probably my only out. Oh well, looks like this is going to happen.

My Mom then walked over and took the microphone, I was terrified at what she was about to say, but I also secretly hoped she would put an end to this and get me out of here.

“I just want to tell everyone that I am his mother. I love my son and over the years I have seen him grow into a fine young man. He is a man with honor and a sense of right and wrong that astounds me.”

She looked at me; “I support you in anything you do. And I have never been more proud of you then in this very moment. I know how hard this is for you.”

“But will he get it hard for us?” Some woman yelled—more laughter!

My Mom looked me up and down, “Now let’s raise some cash and strip this boy naked!”

My stomach dropped out; I couldn’t believe it. I was frozen in that moment; the place erupted in applause, whistles, hoots, and hollers! I stood there helpless as people lined up to drop money into the pot, my sister ran over to help Jill and my Mom count it all. Before the crowd was anywhere near finished donating money Jill smiled and yelled, “We’re there! Get up on that tank!”

I took my position, before long I was enveloped in water.

My Shirt came off.

A few throws later I was back in the drink.

My shorts came off. I was left in my white boxers.

I sat on the wooden sitting board and waited, it wouldn’t be long. My heart was pounding, I felt dizzy, and I felt like the world was on its side.

Everyone was screaming and cheering.

An autistic girl of maybe twenty was up next. I knew this would be it. It was just how this should end. She threw and missed, people cheered her on like she was in the Super Bowl. Second throw a miss. She wound up took aim for her last throw. Hell, even I was starting to root for her. She threw the ball and at first I could swear she missed, but then I heard the release trip. I dropped into the water.

For a moment, I was alone. There was no glass just a box; nobody could see me underwater. It was quiet but with a muffled roar outside in the world of oxygen. I reached down and pulled my boxers off. I started to push myself up, then hesitated. I had to work up the courage. My head surfaced and the roar of the audience was deafening. I reset the sitting board and put my hands on it. I lifted one leg up on it and looked out. My Mom was covering her mouth trying not to laugh; my sister was wide-eyed and excited for me.

College-age fantasies are so much fun. Everybody’s legal, and exist only in the mind of an old guy with a rich fantasy life.

*****

We called her Rabbit, joking that all she did was eat and breed. We didn’t know this for a fact, it just seemed to fit.

Her actual name was Cindy, however, and instead of a rabbit, she was a fox. Short, voluptuous, long brown hair and big brown eyes, I remember her eyelashes as being spectacular, without makeup. A dazzling smile. Cute freckles.

Lectures were devoted to flirting. She gave at least as well as she took. Two of us, on either side of her, making comments in 1975 that would have gotten us expelled today, she took them with a smile, and gave back in kind.

“So, why do they call you Big Bob?” she would ask, with innocence painted all over her face. My friend would blush and crumple.

My leg crossed, she proceeded to doodle on the knee of my jeans with her Bic pen. A Playboy bunny. Then she just looked at me. Those big eyes.

“Are you for real, Rabbit?” I asked.

“Girls never tell,” she said, and I swear to God, licked her lips. “Maybe you should find out?”

“Saturday night?” I asked, the moment overcoming some inherent shyness.

“Sounds like a date. Pick me up at my sorority at…?”

“Six-thirty,” I said. “We’ll go to Holstein’s. Fred’s playing. Figure on supper, too.”

“Okay!” She smiled, and rubbed my knee. The Bic ink didn’t smear. I definitely felt outclassed. But curious.

Saturday evening came, and my orange VW Beetle arrived at her sorority house. She was ready, and we made the trek to Chicago’s Lincoln Avenue, the home at that time of multiple folk music clubs, none better than Holstein’s. Ed and Fred were the owners, Ed managing and Fred often taking the stage with his huge guitar and deep baritone. Always a good show.

I had invited Ed to come speak to our university class about folk music, and ever since I was always welcomed warmly and given a ringside table. Tonight was no different. We greeted as long-lost friends. He noticed a new lady, and did not fail to impress by his warmth to me.

Ed was impressed, too. Rabbit’s long hair hung loose around her shoulders, bare from the white tube top she wore that hugged her large breasts, and tight jeans that hugged a sweet ass. I thought about hugging her, too. Ed winked as he seated us.

Holstein’s had great burgers, and unobtrusive service to get them to us without disrupting the show. We had a great time, chit-chatting between numbers and during the intermission. It was a good show – Fred was in rare form. Rabbit was smart, engaging, and only a little flirtatious in the crowd. A perfect lady, which I hoped would change radically. Or at least change to perfection in a different sense. As we listened, my hand strayed to her leg under the table, she moved it closer to me, covering my hand with hers, squeezing gently in encouragement. Interrupted by applause, I kept returning my hand after each number. Just on the top of her leg. Nothing fancy. She kept returning her hand to the top of mine.

After the set, I paid the bill (noticing and thanking Ed that the cover charge was absent), and we emerged onto Lincoln Avenue. My bug was two blocks away. Rabbit took my hand as we walked in silence. We were just comfortable, letting the memory of the music fade slowly. When we got to the car, I went to open her door. She turned and backed against it.

“Are you going to take me back to your place and have your way with me?”

If I looked stunned, it was because I was. “Uh.”

She grabbed my jacket and pulled me to her. She was so little, I was tall, but that didn’t stop our first kiss. Sweet, all lips. Soft, but very sexy.

“Do you want me to?” I asked from inches away. She responded by putting a hand around my neck, pulling me close, and planting a fiery, tongue-filled kiss. I was immediately hard as a rock, and ready to roll.

“Enough said?” Her eyes were on fire.

I opened the door for her, then got in and had all I could do to keep to the speed limit going back home. tecavüz porno Hand on her leg after each manual shift.

I lived in a room in the basement of a house, where the hot water heating pipes came down to about my ear. A few weeks of practice and head lumps had me to where I could navigate the room with my eyes closed, and duck at the right places. At the foot of the single bed, there was a sitting area with a sofa flanked by my stereo speakers. A cozier place than the sofa was on the floor using the bed’s footboard as a backrest. We settled there to listen to some music. It wasn’t long before we were necking. Lots of sweet kisses and light tongues. Smiles. Arm on her bare shoulder. Soft, warm skin.

Cindy’s lips were delicious and expressive, and her tongue varied from soft and passive to fiery and aggressive. She was a great kisser, and we had a great time just locking lips. That didn’t keep me from the boner of a lifetime, but I was patient. It didn’t seem like she would be leaving soon, and we could take our time.

Leisurely, my hand wandered to her breast, feeling its fullness through the tube top’s fabric. She moved against my hand a little, in encouragement, it seemed. A finger in her cleavage took the top and pulled it down, exposing two large, fleshy mounds to the slightly chilly air. From that, from excitement, or both, her nipples were aroused and taut. I massaged each breast in turn, and took nipples between fingers and squeezed, which elicited moans of approval. Bending my head, I took each breast in my mouth in turn, sucking the nipples, nibbling, kissing. She cradled my head in her arms and pulled me to her.

One hand went to my chest, and slowly she moved down to my belt buckle, and then below to rest on my bulge. Her fingers squeezed and I moaned as I sucked a nipple. With practiced motion, my belt buckle was undone, jeans zipper lowered, and a small, soft hand was digging inside my underwear to take a handful of cock. I helped when she went to pull down my pants enough to allow her easier access, tugging and getting them off my ass to my thighs. Her fingers wrapped around my dick, and standing it straight up, she softly and erotically began stroking. Her soft hands felt so much better than my own. We kissed, with growing passion, and I kneaded her breasts while she jacked me. Her sliding fingers felt so good.

She looked at me. “Should we go to bed?” Her brown eyes were soft and sexy. Long eyelashes. I could only nod.

We got up from the floor. Rabbit was out of her tube top and jeans in a flash, jumping onto the bed on hands and knees with a giggle. I wasn’t far behind, clothes off and tackling her. We wrestled, laughing, and somehow stayed on the narrow single bed. I ended up on top of a pretty, naked girl with a big smile on her face. Her legs wrapped around my back. We resumed kissing. Now with more passion, and urgency. Very exciting.

Slowly, I kissed her chin, her neck, her chest. Moving lower, I spent time kissing both breasts, squeezing them, nibbling, sucking her hard nipples, kissing the space between. She squirmed and held my head to her, clearly aroused, her breathing coming heavily now.

I moved lower, kissing her tummy, tonguing her navel. Dragging my tongue lower, I moved towards her. I pulled back and put her legs over my shoulders. A small, sweet pussy was right in front of my face, close-trimmed. I nibbled each inner thigh, back and forth, moving ever so closer each time I changed legs. Finally, I stuck out my tongue, flattened it, and gave her pussy a huge lick.

“Ohhh! That’s incredible!” With that encouragement, I began to eat her out in earnest, licking and sucking, nibbling her labia, tonguing her slit deep, fucking her with my mouth, moving up and tickling her clit with my tongue. She took my head in her hands and pulled me forward, encouraging me. I ate her, licking and sucking. Her legs clamped my ears and she climaxed, pulling my face into her. She had the sweetest little pussy I had ever tasted. Not that I had tasted that many. But hers was travesti porno the sweetest.

“You’re driving me crazy!” she said, lifting my head. Her chest was flushed, and a little sweat beaded on her forehead.

I took the cue and rose up, moving forward to lay on top of her. We kissed, exchanging tongues deeply. My penis was in perfect position, and without help, in one smooth, slow thrust, I buried myself in her, stiff cock sliding into wetness. She wrapped her arms around me, wrapped her legs high around my waist, and held me tight. We kissed. We broke our lip lock for just a moment.

“Do you want my cock inside you like this?”

“Yes,” We kissed.

“I’m going to give you every inch of my dick. I’m going to fuck you until you are weak.”

“Mmm. That’s what I want!”

I pulled back, until just my head was inside, then moved forward, gently. Pulled back, moved forward. Pulled back, moved forward. Her softness massaged me wonderfully. She kissed my cheek, and worked her way to my ear.

She nipped my earlobe, and whispered with mostly breath, “Fuck me!”

Her legs were tight around my back. I moved my knees up, and lifted her off the mattress. With her legs wrapped around me she was suspended. I took the opportunity to start moving with hard strokes while she was in the air. She groaned and tilted her pelvis to counter my thrusts. We fucked away with her holding on tight.

“I love the way your pussy feels.”

“Yes! Yes! YES!” she whispered in my ear. “Oh, yes! Fuck me!” I did.

With a flop I dropped us down on the mattress. She grunted as she took my full weight, but did not complain, and instead just lay still now as I moved, taking my cock deep inside. Less aggressive in her motions, she did not seem to be enjoying it any less, and her legs and arms held on tight. My ass pivoted up and down as I stroked long and hard, entering and leaving, burying and emerging. Sweet slickness stimulating me to the inevitable.

She filled her hands with my ass cheeks, and tried to pull me in deeper with every thrust. In turn, I straightened my arms out and grabbed her butt, pulling cheeks against my thrusts. My weight was fully on her, poor little thing, but she reveled in it. We fucked away merrily.

I knew I wouldn’t last long. A few more times, and with a final hard thrust I let go my load. She thrust her hips against me, matching my spasms as I emptied myself in her. Holding each other’s asses tight. She had such a tight pussy. She squeezed me as I jerked inside.

Spent, I lay upon her, now up on elbows to relieve the weight, kissing her chin and cheeks softly, coming down slowly. She held me more gently now, moving her pelvis just slightly, now and again, just to make sure, it seemed, that I was still there. I held still, trying to stay as deep inside as I could, but quiet now.

“That was soooo nice!” she said into my ear.

“Mmm,” I said in between kisses. “You’re delicious!” We resumed kissing.

After a few minutes, I rolled off and pulled her close. We cuddled tenderly, her snuggled up under my arm, which encircled her and rested on her ass.

She took her hand and gently held my flaccid cock, and just kept it there. After a few minutes (oh, to be that young again!), I started to grow in her hand. As she felt me grow, she very lightly started to stroke me, which helped my stimulation. In what seemed like a flash, I was fully erect.

As soon as she saw I was ready, she climbed on top of me, pressing those lovely breasts against my chest as she did. Fully on top, we kissed as I grabbed her cheeks. She moved back, and in one move took me in deep, never breaking the kiss. A moan while she impaled herself told me it was what she wanted.

She pulled back from our kiss to look at me with those killer eyes. As she moved on my cock, her eyes closed in pleasure. I held on, and helped her move, feeling the muscles in her ass tighten and loosen with her movements.

She sat up, taking my cock vertical. She put arms on either side of me and moved, my now-wet xhamster porno cock sliding in and out. I could feel the chill of the air when I was nearly out, the warmth of a woman’s most sacred place when deep inside.

Hands now on my chest, she started to bounce, long hair flopping and breasts jiggling. I reached and held them, squeezing. She sighed, jammed down on me, and came with a moan. I felt juices running down to my balls, soaking them.

“Oh, God! I needed that!” she sighed.

I took her by the waist with both hands and started ramming her up and down on me. Quickly, she came again, almost falling down on top of me, kissing me wildly. Again, I felt a gush of her juices. I held her close. And while I held her close, I kept pumping into her. We were in a stream of multiple orgasms for her, and I wasn’t about to stop now.

She got in the spirit and rose up to put hands on my chest again. We fucked away, and quickly she climaxed yet again, arching her back and crying out.

“No more!” she breathed, “I can’t stand it!”

“Sorry,” I countered, “I know there are more where that came from!” I had her by the waist and moved her up and down on my rock-hard cock. He was having a great time.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried, and once again jammed down on me, cumming hard.

“Yes! More!” I said, and kept bouncing her.

Once more she came, this time even bigger than before.

“I’m so dizzy! I’m going to pass out! Let me get off!” I took her and moved her off to the side, snuggling her in.

“I didn’t say I wanted to be done! Just that I was dizzy on top!” She pulled me on top of her, wrapped her legs up high around my waist, and said “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

On top, I raised on elbows and started pumping with a fast, hard rhythm, jamming her with cockflesh as hard as I could. She held on tight, pulling herself up to mash tits into my chest as I pummeled her, legs spread wide and taking all I could give. I nuzzled, kissed, and bit her neck while pounding her, balls slapping against her and making that awful, yet beautiful noise of raw sex.

I could feel a load rising, and it was going to be a big one. Raising up on straight arms, I stiffened my back and gave her whole-body fucking strokes. No ass rising up and down, this was full plank screwing. I watched my cock disappear and reappear. She moved her legs to hook ankles in the backs of my knees and pivoted her pelvis so she could watch the glistening shaft stroke her. She raised her legs, spreading them wider, and grabbed her knees, pulling her legs back. That let me move forward and penetrate her deeper, my cock going almost straight down into her. Her legs spread so wide was a really erotic sight – a woman giving herself up completely to a man, the man giving her all of his manhood, just as hard as he could. This was outstanding fucking.

It must have been, because I once again emptied myself in her, a huge orgasm overtaking me, thrusting in as deep as I possibly could and holding there while my cock spurt and spurt, spasming uncontrollably. This time, I was the dizzy one. I barely noticed that she was screaming in a huge, passionate orgasm too. We came together for what felt like an hour. I collapsed on top of her and she lay there, taking my full weight and stroking my back gently. What a woman.

I raised up on elbows, brushed a lock of long, sweaty hair off her face. She smiled.

“You, my lady, are a terrific fuck,” I said, looking deeply into those sexy brown eyes. “I love making love to you.”

“I love how you fill me up,” she said. “And I appreciate it that when I asked you to fuck me hard, that you did exactly that. It was incredible!” We kissed gently.

“Time to go home,” she said.

“You can’t stay?” I almost pleaded.

“I can’t take any more tonight,” she apologized. “And if I stayed, I know I couldn’t keep my hands off you.”

“Likewise.”

“So we’ll just have to do it again.”

“Soon?”

She laughed. “Oh, yes, real soon! But I have to eat before I breed again.” We both laughed.

I took her home, walked her to her door, and lightly kissed her. “Any more than that, and I’d be peeling your clothes off right here,” I said. She just smiled.

“Thank you for a wonderful evening,” she said demurely.

“Thank you, Rabbit.”

Our next date was a picnic. A blanket on a warm Spring day.

The misty morning was greeted by the warming sunrise though green canopies of trees.

Grasping a breath of the fresh air, she crawled from the tent out into the campsite, and marveled at the beauty around her. She then ambled over to the camp stove to fire up for coffee, and mused over the remaining embers of the fire previously. The pot juggled anxiously with boiling bubbles, upon which she proceeded to make the coffee.

Her husband, with a third sense of coffee readiness poked his head out from the tent and grinned at her. She grinned back while handing him a hot cup suited to his taste. He sipped his coffee and she looked at him with loving eyes thinking it might be nice to go back inside the tent for some tender morning loving. Instead she just gave him a big kiss knowing later she’ll have her opportunity.

Neither one of them with a big appetite for breakfast right away, decided they would embark upon a morning hike along a nearby river. With the camp secured, off they went on a small beaten trail.

Discoveries of animal tracks noted along the pathway were rewarded with small glimpses of creatures along the way. Both of them tecavüz porno very happy absorbing the environment around them and were feeling a sense of freedom.

Upon hearing the first babbling of the river, steps were quickened to reach the liquid destination. The tree branches seemed to open up to guide them as the path had narrowed some.

The bend took them directly to the water’s edge, where gasps of joy was exhaled from both of them. Surely a nature’s artist designed a perfect scene for them! Waterfalls, small and large were evident framed with boughs of green. The smooth river rocks were covered in moss under the clear water. The music it sang was enchanting.

In exalted happiness, the packs were tossed along the shore and clothes were flying off with plenty of laughter of joy.

She dipped her feet into the cold water and back out feeling the exhilaration of the refreshing water tingling on her skin. She glanced at her husband, and could only admire his body. How she wanted to kiss him right now. Thinking about the lapping of his inside knees and sucking his toes….hummmm… then she rambled onto a nicely travesti porno moss covered stone with the mini-water fall covering her shoulders, she felt the water sensation upon her breasts. Calling out to her husband to join her as there was plenty of room to share, which he did in turn.

As he approached her, she could see he was a little excited. She gestured for him to come before her as she lifted up towards his cock, which was now truly excited. She grabbed his buttocks with her hands as she buried her mouth on his hard cock which was pushing deeper into her mouth. She lapped his cock with her tongue, wanting him to push deeper into her willing mouth so she could tighten her mouth to pleasure him more. Her hands moved forward to caress his tighten balls bouncing against her face. His hands in her hair pushing her closer to him, she moved with him harmoniously.

In this position she could feel the water fall now on her pussy, gushing pleasurable waves on her clit. She was very flushed with passion and felt close to cumming which only increased the pleasure she wanted to give her husband, as she sucked xhamster porno his beautiful cock harder.

She could feel his trembling in tune with her trembling. His hands grabbed her breasts to pull her up towards him. A deep kiss was waiting for her as he took her to the top of the rock and pressed his weight down upon her. She returned his deep kisses with her flickering tongue. Her tongue, a nomad of pleasure torment went everywhere on him- making him moan with ecstasy.

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His hard cock rubbed against her wet pussy, rubbing it up and down her clit. It was now her turn to moan with ecstasy and wrap her long legs around his body. She was begging for him to enter her, he showed no mercy while he teased her further with torturous sensations.

No longer able to take the pleasure, she overtook him and turned him around on his back. Where upon she straddled him and teased him with the thought of penetration. But alas, neither one could take much more of this and she sank her wet pussy on his hard cock and both exclaimed a deeper pleasure! She fucked him hard and long …. Her body tingled with his …her body trembled with his…an unsinkable brink overtook them as they became one with each other. They came together and sunk into each other’s arms holding on to the feeling.

Their love juices flowed down the river, which went to the sea who circled the world. Surely they were one, as nature is a harmony of circles.

This is my story of how after a lifetime of promiscuous sex, dismal romances, and two unexpected and unwanted pregnancies, I found that the old adage that the third time is the charm was true. The only thing was that it happened with an unexpected twist of fate.

My name is Janis and I grew up in an ultra-conservative Japanese-American family. While my high school girlfriends often complained about how restrictive their parents were, their parents were liberal saints when compared to mine. My father was an ill-tempered son-of-a-bitch second-generation Japanese-American, to put it mildly, and my mother matched his temperament especially when it came to me. From the time I was born, I was strictly controlled and forcefully molded into being the dutiful and submissive daughter they desired – a persona that I detested and secretly rebelled against.

My so-called loving parents seemed to delight in making my life miserable by discouraging or forbidding me from being with anyone, especially members of the opposite sex, who might take me away from them. Any date who showed up at my house was subjected to an unholy inquisition of questions and suspicions, and often left thoroughly insulted if not disgusted. I endured the shame and embarrassment of a nonexistent social life until it finally dawned on me that if my demanding parents didn’t know what I did, they couldn’t make my life any more miserable. Thus, began my covert rebellion of doing behind their backs everything that they did not want me to do.

My parents have been aghast, speechless, and furious if they knew how easily I let myself be seduced by a handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed McDonald’s coworker, Kevin, soon after graduating from high school.

“Come on, Jan, don’t play hard to get,” whispered Kevin into my ear as he pressed me against the dumpster. “We don’t have much time before we’re missed. Look how hard you’ve gotten me.” With that said, he grabbed my hand and slapped my palm against the hard bulge in his jeans.

When I jerked and tried to pull back my hand, Kevin whined, “You have given me such a raging hard-on. You can’t make me suffer from ‘blue balls’ all night long. Come on,” he said as he unzipped his jeans to release the first hard-on I’ve ever seen, “Just go down on me as a girlfriend would.”

“Girlfriend?” flashed through my head at the time. “Did Kevin just ask me to be his girlfriend? Gosh, how I had hoped…”

“Jan, if you want to be my girl…the girlfriend of a college sophomore,” Kevin panted as he rubbed my loosely gripping hand up and down his erection, “you’ll do what I want… what I desperately need. However, If you’re not interested…”

“What do I have to do. Tell me!” blurted out of my eighteen-year-old mouth to prevent my first act of rebellion from slipping from my grasp.

With a smile on his face, Kevin made me squat before his throbbing penis and then uttered those fateful words that would forever change my life, “Suck my dick.”

I was surprised at the feel and taste of his cock that suddenly filled my mouth. His hand rested on and gently pressed my head forward until I caught the hint. Making sure that my lips covered my teeth as he instructed, I sucked harder and Kevin began to pump his stiffness in and out of my mouth rapidly. I was stunned at the amount of pleasure my awkward blow job gave him, and I tried harder since I definitely wanted to please Kevin as a girlfriend should.

“Oh, yeah, Janis! I knew you were a good cock-sucker. Yeah, fuck yeah, suck me, girlfriend! Ooh, just like that…don’t stop!” Suddenly Kevin jerked violently forward and almost choked me as he pushed into my mouth, filling it with his warm, gooey ejaculation. Grunting breathlessly, he shoved his spurting dick further down my throat. “Swallow my cum…swallow it like the fucking Jap slut that you are! Yeah, just like that! Oh, fuck, what a good little whore!”

Instead of being offended by his ejaculation and especially the obscenities that he uttered, I was incredibly turned on by the taste of his deliciously addictive thick salty-sweet spunk and found his profanity stimulating. I gulped and swallowed his sperm, and then made sure to suck and lick my new boyfriend’s cock clean.

“Yum, I love it, Kevin. Can I have more…please? This was my first time…”

“Your first time? Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin,” Kevin asked as he pulled himself out of my mouth and zipped up his jeans. “Well, with a little practice, you’ll be a fantastic cock-sucker. Now, wipe that trickle of cum from the corner of your mouth quickly because our break is over. Hey, don’t worry, Jan. We’ll do more of this when things get slower tonight. If you loved giving me a blow job, wait until you see what I’ve got in store for my new girlfriend.”

Kevin was right. A couple of hours later when business slowed, he hustled me into the refrigerated storeroom where I lost my virginity. As if a portent of what was to come in my life, my pants and panties were rudely yanked down to my knees before I was spun around and bent over boxes of frozen tecavüz porno hash browns. I heard Kevin hawk and spit, and felt his wet fingers spread my pussy lips. Whatever objections I might have voiced died as a strangled cry as the cock I had sucked off earlier was now hard again and being crammed into my virgin cunt.

Pumping in and out of me, Kevin snickered, “Shit, this feels so damn good! You like this, don’t you, Janis? You love just being fucked! Oh, yeah, you’re so goddamn tight… well…I’ll soon fix that!” And with that Kevin violently banged my twat, churning my pussy juices until I could take all of him with ease. His hair groin frantically slapped against my buns before he suddenly yanked my hips to him and grunting loudly, shot his load deep into me.

Before I knew it, his still throbbing dick was yanked out quickly, and I was being spun around. As I knelt panting before him, his slimy semi-hard cock was pressed into my mouth. “Suck me, Janis, like my girl would,” panted Kevin as he shoved a hand into my uniform top to crudely grope one of my small boobs under my cotton bra. Shocked at the sudden turn of events, I did what I was told and discovered that if I like the taste of cum the first time, I was overwhelmingly addicted to the mixed flavor of semen, blood, and pussy juices.

For the remainder of that summer, I made out with Kevin in the McDonald’s refrigerator room, and it’s a wonder that we didn’t’ melt any of the frozen food. I discovered that the cold made my nipples harden and stick out in the nippy air, and loved when they melted in his hot mouth. All I know was that Kevin shot enough ‘special sauce’ between my spread legs or down my gulping throat to make me a hard-core slut. Then as fast as I lost my virginity, summer was over and Keven returned to his college without a word or thought for me. With the first fling under my belt…although panties might be more appropriate…I began to wonder as I started my freshman year at the local college what else would fate have in store for me.

As a continuation of my rebellion, I was like the moth drawn to the flame in that I was attracted to and excited by men who didn’t give a fuck about my parents or their unrealistic parental demands. They broke my parents’ rules without a second thought and soon, so did I. Sneaking out with guys who seized life (and me) and took from me whatever they wanted, made me cream in my panties. Unfortunately, none of these guys were into a romantic relationship…much less marriage. They were only interested in me satisfying their sexual cravings…and boy, did I.

Throughout college, I entertained a long line of addictively hard cocks, incessant demands, and kinky sex. I couldn’t remember how many lips sucked my small little titties and made my big nipples ache in rigid diamond-hardness. I don’t know how many dicks I sucked and how many gallons of semen were spewed down my gulping throat. I lost count of how many men humped my pussy and then my even tighter asshole once I had gotten used to taking it between the buns. What I did know was that in four years, I somehow went from being an easy lay to being the campus nympho.

Given how shamelessly wanton I was, I knew I should have been on some form of contraception. I scolded myself numerous times for being talked out of it by some ass-wipe guy who praised the wonders of “au naturel” sex or for falling whatever lame excuse was given before an eye-opening bare-skin penile penetration was made of my willowy body. I now realize that although I didn’t want to admit it at the time, unprotected sex had become a forbidden excitement and its sexual spontaneity brazenly thrilled me as the ultimate form of self-indulgent rebellion and independence.

Until this day, I don’t know why I was surprised when I missed my monthly period and started puked out my guts a month before graduation. “Shit! I can’t be! But this damn test strip says that I am! Damn it!” Incredulous as it may sound, I couldn’t believe that after screwing around for almost four years without any form of protection that I was amazingly pregnant.

“Fuck! And I don’t even have no clue who the father of the child growing in me might be. How many different guys have I been with last month? Five? Or was it six? Shit, I don’t know ‘cuz there was that damn house party…when I got wasted…and can’t even remember how many guys I did. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

At twenty-two, I sadly had my first abortion and swore to change my wayward ways. Yet, when it came to getting on to some form of birth control, I always found myself reluctant to check it off my to-do list. Nor could I resist the long line of scumbags, one-night stands, and failed flings that filled the years that followed. With each new cock that shot a load of hot gooey spunk into my churning pussy, I found myself hoping that maybe – just maybe – this one would be that special one. Unfortunately, as I turned thirty-two, each guy ultimately proved to be just another dismal dead-end.

As was fate’s will, three events travesti porno converged to mark the end of my wild and wicked younger days. The first involved the scumbag that I had been secretly sleeping with for over a year. Foolishly ignoring his growing disregard, abusiveness, and kinkiness, I had convinced myself that he was finally the one. What I was clueless about was that Jim, my so-called lover, had grown tired of me and my sexual familiarity. I never suspected that he wanted to end our relationship with a bang – gang-bang, that is.

“Oh, I see that my Jap fuck-slut is finally waking up,” taunted Jim as I felt his rock-hard cock leisurely sliding in and out of my butt-hole. “In case you’re wondering what happened to you, I laced your champagne with a date-rape drug that by now should be out of your system. Once you were in la-la-land, I, my housemates, and a few close friends fucked the hell out of you all night long.

“God, Janis, you should see the digital recordings of you deliriously being penetrated singularly and by multiple guys. Your mouth wasn’t much use other than as a target for our little jacking off contest…damn…you should see the picture of your face covered with cum splatter. But these big Jap nipples of yours, however, were perfect for sucking, and the guys loved raping your snug little twat repeatedly while buggering this tight asshole of yours. Shit, all eight guys buggered you so many times that your goddamn asshole is stretched out to the size of a half-dollar and oozing with our collective spunk. Fuck, see how easy I’m sliding in and out of your anus with any goddamn resistance.

“Yeah, all of this is in sweaty-gooey graphic color, and to look at the recording it really looks like you’re just closing your eyes out of pure enjoyment. It was good fucking such an easy and willing Jap slut like you…and for free. Thanks for the good times, Janis, but I’m calling it quits. Who wants a well-used cum-dump for a girlfriend?”

As if that weekend orgy and being callously discarded weren’t enough, fate’s final insult that was added to the injury came a month later when I found myself pregnant again.

“This was cosmic punishment for the years of letting yourself engaging in sexual roulette (again),” I bemoaned to myself in a fit of self-pity and anguish, “and without using any type of contraception (again) and for being so freely used by numerous men (again). You got what you deserved (again).”

The next significant event of this crucial time was the birth of Steve. Eve, Steve’s mother, was my eighteen-year-old next-door neighbor. With a mother who had passed away years earlier and an alcoholic and abusive father, Eve was a high school dropout who like me had a taste for running with the wrong kind of guys. Unlike me, however, when she eventually found herself pregnant, Eve opted to give birth to Steve a month before I discovered that I was pregnant.

To my utter amazement, my ultra-strict conservative parents threw open our home doors to Eve since they knew Eve couldn’t depend on her drunken father for family support. They gushed at Baby Steve’s birth and adored this illegitimate newborn. He was the grandchild they didn’t have to bless their elder years, and they had no qualms reminding me of this fact.

Ironically, while they had accepted Eve’s ‘out of wedlock’ pregnancy and her illegitimate child, I knew that they would never accept my similar condition and illegitimate child. I cannot begin to say how frustrating it was to know that I was carrying their grandchild but not be able to tell them for knowing how they would quickly condemn and reject me and my child. So, I kept quiet, wore loose clothing to hide my growing bump, and tried hard to resent Baby Steve.

However, Baby Steve proved to be so darn right cute and irresistible. I couldn’t help but wonder if the child that I carrying might be like him. While I was torn as to what should I do with my pregnancy, the more I saw of Baby Steve the more the little bugger grew on me. Little did I know at that time, but Baby Steve was destined to become an integral part of my life.

Fate’s third event became readily evident the first night I found myself alone with a newborn Baby Steve. My parents had decided to have a week’s visit with relatives in another state. Because of their unavailability, Eve begged me to look after nearly four-month-old Steve because she had a hot weekend date.

What those around me didn’t know was that after months of agonizing introspection and indecision, I had just days before had an abortion just shortly after my first trimester. Suffering from doubts about my decision and aching from my procedure, I hastily took my annual vacation from work to try to recover from the depression that threatened to drown me. Given my seeming availability, I had no apparent excuse to refuse Eve’s plea and reluctantly agreed to watch Baby Steve.

“Oh, what’s up with you?” slipped from my exasperated lips as I tried putting a fussy Baby Steve to sleep. “I fed and burped xhamster porno you not too long ago. You’re supposed to be sleepy…but, no…you’re a cranky little bastard who enjoys screaming his head off. Oh, wait! Eve said you had the habit of falling asleep while sucking on your pacifier. Where is the damn thing?”

The only problem was that I couldn’t find the damn pacifier. Desperate, I tried a new bottle, the old bottle’s nipple, and even the tip of my finger, but nothing seemed to work. Baby Steve had turned crimson red when out of sheer desperation, I bared one of my breasts that was still swollen from my recent pregnancy and pressed my enlarged nipple and surrounding areola deep into Steve’s bawling mouth.

Now, I am no stranger to having my tits sucked. God knows that I have lost count as to the number of men who turned me on by mouthing and then sucking hard on my meaty upturned nipples. However, I was totally unprepared when it came to breastfeeding a newborn infant.

“Oh, my God,” screamed inside of my head the moment Baby Steve latched on to my inserted breast. “He’s frantically tugging on the entire end of my tit with his small mouth! My tit is being inhaled by some goddamn vacuum cleaner. The little bastard is so insistent…he won’t let go! Oooh, shit, what’s happening to me!”

I did not expect the strange tingling sensation of my first “let-down” of mother’s milk and was shocked when I suddenly realized that my milk was leaking and then squirting from my extended fat nipple into Baby Steve’s hungry little mouth. The rapidly pulling of his tiny mouth caused never before experienced sensations that permeated through my trembling body – not those of erotic arousal – but rather a natural feeling of release and relaxation.

“Oh, my God,” I groaned as a blanket of comfort gently settled over me with Baby Steve’s relentless nursing, “this is unbelievable…” For the first time in my life, my nipple being sucked was not sexually stimulating; instead, I felt a contented feeling that it was the most natural thing in the world. Each pull and swallow of my mother’s milk drained my bodily tension and eased my sense of depression. I never knew that nursing a baby could be so calming…strangely fulfilling.”

Baby Steve’s nursing made my other teat ached so much that I was soon forced to shift him to it. I sighed with relief when I felt my let-down and my milk begin to spurt from my newly engulfed nipple. The sensation that I was nurturing this young life blossomed within and soothe me. With each tug of his tiny lips, the bond between us grew stronger and stronger – a bond between a mother and her child. When I became aware that the suckling stopped, I looked down and saw Baby Steve had drifted off into sleep with a content smile on his little lips.

Over that long week, I willingly babysit Baby Steve. Eve eagerly accepted my offer and gave me what little milk she had expressed along with a supply of baby formula so that she could pursue her love interest.

At first, I told myself that my breastfeeding was to relieve the pressure of my still-swollen boobs or to pacify Baby Steve whenever he to cranky or hungry. However, I finally had to admit that I looked forward to wet-nursing Baby Steve for the pure satisfaction and closeness that it gave both of us. Accepting my newly aroused maternal instincts, I resolved to turn over a new leaf in life and forego my previous hedonistic urges and self-destructive ways to focus for the first time on another, my little Baby Steve.

When my parents returned from their trip, they had no problems with Baby Steve being in my care because he was theirs once I had finished feeding him. Eve had no problem with me treating her son as if he was mine since she was now free to live her life as she wanted. What no one knew was that in the privacy of my bedroom, I breastfed Baby Steve while cuddling and adoring him as if he was really my son.

When I had to return to work, I tried to express my milk and wet nurse Baby Steve at home, but my lactation eventually stopped. This, however, didn’t stop my precocious little imp from sucking his “ne-ne” (his childhood name for my fleshy pacifiers) whenever we were alone. Even at an early age Little Steve somehow managed to get his way with me. He was so damn irresistible that he took up much of my free time which I had a lot of since social life was virtually nonexistent.

With Eve busy finishing her GED, then finding a job and actively pursuing male companionship, I became Little Stevie’s “mother” for all intents and purposes. Being a young child, he never questioned having two mothers. Instead of discouraging or correcting her son’s perception, Eve often encouraged Little Stevie to go to his “other” mommy whenever I was available, knowing that I would always make time for him.

My maternal influence became apparent when I could and get my “son” to do things that others couldn’t. When he didn’t want to take a bath, all I had to do was to take one myself, and Little Stevie would shuck his clothes to climb naked in the tub with me to be washed. Whenever Eve was on her frequent late-night dates, Little Stevie would sleepover with me. Somehow the little devil always managed to find my tit under my nightgown for some maternal “comfort suckling” before falling asleep with my fat nipple in his little mouth.

So this thing about my former boyfriend, John, became a recurring theme in our lovemaking. To be honest, we both got off on it. At his instigation, I began telling David all about what I’d gotten up to with John, how we would kiss and fondle each other, how we spent that weekend at his parents’ cottage with another couple and I came so close to losing my virginity. How John was lying on top of me as we were frantically making out. How I could feel his erection right against the entrance to my vagina. How all I would have had to do was open my legs and pull them back and he would have been able to enter me. How close I’d come to actually doing that.

It always got us both so hot. Then, when were fucking, my husband would ask me about fucking John if I ever got a chance. I’d tell him yes, and then afterwards say that I could never do something like that in real life, all the time feeling like a duplicitous cow.

It was not a good way for me to live. This schizoid arrangement of admitting that I was curious about big cocks, when all the time, that question had been amply answered during my affair with Claudio was taking it’s toll on my conscience. I often came close to just giving up and telling Davy, but I was so afraid of hurting him because I had been selfish and weak. Faced with knowing that it happened for real, how would he feel then?

Still, talking like this during sex was something he seemed to enjoy, so I was a willing participant — mostly for him, but also for me.

Life went on.

Two years later, I was becoming more established as a player in the city where we lived. David was still on the road a lot, also freelancing for the most part. Being so clever, he could play his guitar in any sort of style. He was easy to work with, reliable, so he had lots of work, sadly none of it paying all that well at that point.

I had become a regular first-call sub in our city’s orchestra, and that was good because it gave me the inside track whenever the next permanent opening popped up. I filled in the financial cracks by teaching a few students.

Other than carrying around the weight of my guilt for cheating on my husband, life was pretty good. Starting a family was discussed, but put off until we were more financially stable.

Then it happened.

I had just gotten off the subway and was walking towards the stage entrance of the hall where the orchestra rehearsed. It wasn’t for the symphony that day, though. This was an out-of-town pop artist doing a gig that required a string section. I remember being caught up in wondering about what we would be rehearsing that day and not really paying attention.

Suddenly I was aware of someone calling my name. I turned around and there was Claudio, a huge smile on his face as he strode towards me.

“What are you doing here?” was all I could find words to say.

He put down his fiddle and threw his arms around me. Still holding my own instrument and a satchel of music, my arms were pinned to my sides. With a big kiss to both my cheeks, he held me back at arm’s distance.

“You look wonderful, more beautiful than I remember.”

“What are you doing here?” I repeated, still stunned.

“I’m auditioning for the orchestra. There’s an opening in the first violins.”

“I know.”

“I didn’t know you’re in the orchestra, too.”

“I’m not. I just sub in a lot.”

“How are things with you?”

“I’m getting work here and there, have a few students. There’s going to be a cello opening next year and I’m hoping to get it.”

“That would be amazing playing in the same orchestra.”

“How are things with you?” I asked.

“I was studying in Italy the past two years, gigging a bit here and there. I had a steady relationship with a wonderful woman, but it fell apart about 3 months ago. I decided to cut my losses and return home. Then this opening turned up, so here I am.” He glanced at his watch. “Wow. I better get in there. It wouldn’t be good to be late to the audition.” He looked at me piercingly. “Could we get together for lunch or something sometime?”

“I don’t think that would be a good idea. You know…”

“It would just be lunch — no strings attached.”

“Well, maybe.”

“Great!”

He gave me his email address.

“Good luck with your audition,” I told him as we hugged chastely and parted ways.

Claudio flashed that devastating smile I remembered so well. “Maybe we’ll see each other around.”

I hardly remember the rehearsal that afternoon. My mind was in hyperdrive over what had happened. I was firm in a resolution that I would never cheat on David again. It didn’t matter if Claudio moved in next door. I had moved on.

Then why could I feel that my pussy was completely drenched?

A week later I heard from friends in the orchestra that Claudio had gotten the job. I don’t like to wish ill on friends, but part of me had hoped he wouldn’t be successful and would fade again into memory. The person being replaced wasn’t retiring until the end of the gaziantep escort season, so the few gigs I got before that happened were no big deal. I couldn’t help looking across the orchestra from the back of the cello section and if the seating remained the same, Claudio would be facing right at me with only the front row of the woodwinds between us.

That summer, I tried to put it all behind me once again, but David was on the road a good deal of the time, so I had lots of time to think about things past, and get myself good and horny in the process. Most days I’d masturbate at least once, and many was the time my mind was right back there in the summer program and what I’d done with Claudio. I’d try hard to resist, but when my orgasms hit, it was usually him fucking me that was running through my imagination.

In order to tire myself out physically, I was running more than ever. In the back of my mind was the idea that I might try a marathon, since long distances were not that much of a problem for me. The more I ran, the more glances my body got from horny males, especially in the scanty shorts and tight tops I preferred to run in when the weather was beastly hot. Many was the time guys tried to chat me up. My body became even more muscular, and since I was also lifting weights (David had set up a small workout area in our basement), I was pretty buff, if I do say so myself. Coupled with my mane of wild red hair, I was now getting wolf whistles at construction sites and from horny young guys driving by. I knew what it all meant, so it didn’t go to my head, but from years of high school plumpness to this was a heady thing.

Of course, David and I tried to share a sex life while he was on the road. I’d send him videos of me diddling myself or using our dildos, and I found myself getting more and more comfortable doing this. From a pretty uptight little co-ed, I’d turned into quite the horny bitch when I let myself go.

For the few short days David was home that summer, we barely got dressed. He fucked me in nearly every room of our small house, even outdoors in our backyard a few times in the middle of the night. The thought that a neighbor might see or hear us, was a really erotic thrill for both of us.

And, of course, David was always asking me if I was being a good girl while he was gone. I’d tell him about what I was doing to myself, and he had the clips I’d email to him, but he’d always ask me if I was really horny for the real thing. I’d deflect and say that I could easily wait for his next return, but in actual fact, there were many times where a good stiff, real dick would have been a lot more satisfying.

One night we were having some nice phone sex. I’d been approached by two really good-looking guys that day when I was doing my usual 5-mile run, and they’d made it very clear what they had in mind when they asked me if I wanted to share a cold drink with them in one’s nearby apartment. I laughed it off, but when I got home, I stripped off my few clothes, threw one leg over the back of the sofa, the other leg on the floor, and fucked myself silly with my rabbit dildo-thingie, making myself cum at least three times as I imagined what they would have done to me if they’d gotten me alone.

Afterwards, I felt very guilty, but since it had only been in my imagination, I couldn’t beat myself up too much. I had been tempted a teensy bit. To make up for it, I’d videoed the whole thing and sent it off to David in manageable chunks — for his viewing pleasure.

Late in August, David was away again (gone for nearly three weeks) and I was out running early when the morning was still cool enough to enjoy. My favorite section of that running route was a short stretch of woods where the path wound a bit through the trees. Rounding a sharp bend, I couldn’t believe my eyes, but running right towards me was Claudio.

“Jill!,” he shouted as soon as he saw me.

I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t seen him and I didn’t want to be rude, so of course, I stopped.

“Claudio, I was wondering when you’d arrive in town.”

“I’ve been here for two weeks. Got a nice apartment downtown, right near the concert hall, like a 5-minute walk away. Really convenient.” He looked me up and down, making me feel completely naked in the process. “You are looking fantastic, I have to say. Do you run here often?”

I was thinking in my head, Not anymore, but said out loud, “Not really. It’s not very close to where David and I live. When I’m doing an especially long run, I throw this section in, because it’s a chance to get out of the sun.”

That was a big lie, but I didn’t want him getting any ideas.

“Well, you look great, as always, Jill, in fact, you look better than ever. Could we meet for a drink or something sometime?”

I knew that would be dangerous, but again, not wanting to be rude, I said, “Maybe when David is back in town, we could have you over for dinner or something.”

I realized just how dumb that idea might be if Claudio decided to blurt out something to my husband, but I figured that I could just never bother to make that invitation official.

“Well, I’ve got to be going,” I said. “I don’t want to start to tighten up.”

“I’m about done. Mind if I turn around here and run with you awhile?” Claudio asked.

What could I say except, “Sure.”

We started off again and ran about another hundred yards when all of a sudden my right leg cramped up. It was probably due to standing around in the cold for several minutes, or it could have been lack of water since I’d forgotten my water bottle that morning, but one minute I was moving along nicely, and the next, I was flat on my back in complete agony.

“Cramp,” I gasped, trying to stretch out my calf muscle.

Claudio squatted next to me. “That’s all my fault for stopping you in the middle of your run. I’m so sorry.”

My eyes were just about crossed from the pain. I’d get cramps occasionally when I wasn’t being careful, and this one was a real doozy.

He had my ankle resting up on one of his thighs, and was gently massaging the rigid muscle in my calf. Lying on my back as I was, I could see right up the leg of his shorts. Claudio was going commando, and I could clearly see his penis resting in the mesh support inside the shorts.

His hands felt divine and I could feel my calf beginning to loosen up. Problem was, I then realized, I was about as far away from my home as I could be on this route. There was no way I could walk home, and even though I always carried a bus ticket along with my house keys, the nearest bus stop was a good mile away from where I was.

I glanced up Claudio’s shorts again, just a quick one, but I think he realized. When I looked a third time, it was clear he was getting hard.

“Can you stand?” he asked.

“I should be able to.”

He pulled me to my feet and I stumbled against him. My leg really felt awful.

I limped around a little bit and realized it would be hours, if not a day or two, before I’d be able to move properly.

“You’re not going to make it anywhere in this condition,” Claudio said.

I realized he was right.

“We’re about as far away from a bus stop as you can get in this city.”

“How far?”

“Back that way. It’s at least a mile.”

“How far is the nearest road?”

I searched in my memory. “Back the way I came, there’s a cul-de-sac, maybe a quarter of a mile.”

“Then we’re going there and I’ll call you a cab. He patted the small pouch resting just above the small of his back. “Fortunately, I have my phone with me.”

I wasn’t in any condition to argue and knew it. The trip back was pretty slow. Claudio had his arm around my waist, and I had mine around his neck as we hobbled along.

Standing so close, and him having been sweating, I was bombarded by his scent, an odor that immediately propelled me back to those hot nights in the summer program when we’d both be dripping with perspiration after one of our couplings.

Claudio was obviously thinking the same sort of thing. “I loved the way your hair always smells of peaches.”

A small tremor passed through me.

“Cold?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure. My clothes got pretty damp from sweating.”

I think he knew I was lying because the day had gotten quite warm and my shorts and top weren’t all that damp, but he didn’t say anything further.

As the cul-de-sac came into view, we stopped and Claudio called a cab. We would get there about the same time the cab would arrive. It pulled up just as we did.

Claudio helped me into the back seat, and as I was telling the cabby my address, he slid from the opposite side of the car.

“Claudio, there’s no need to see me home. I’ll be just fine. Promise.”

“No, no, Jill. I insist. After all, it’s my fault you got the cramp in the first place.”

He wouldn’t back down, so I just gave up, and off we went.

My mind was in a complete uproar over what was happening. My body was, too, every time my brain flashed across a memory of my time with Claudio. I wanted him — desperately. But I had also made a vow to myself that I would never allow myself to fall into that trap again.

Claudio definitely sensed the conflict I was feeling and wisely kept his mouth shut for most of the ride. By the time the cab pulled up at my house, I was determined not to let Claudio come in. I knew the danger I would face if we were locked away from prying eyes, and I knew I probably wouldn’t be able to resist temptation. Davy had been gone a long time and I was horny as hell.

Claudio was a gentleman, paying the cabby, then coming around to help me out of the car. Then he made a move to lift me into his arms to carry me to the door.

“I can make it from here, Claudio. My leg is just a little tight, that’s all.”

“At least let me see you inside.”

“No, really, I’m fine. Thank you so much for your help.”

I pulled his head down, intending to give him a peck on his cheek. At the last minute he turned and our lips met. It was hot enough to make me gasp and I couldn’t help returning it eagerly, before I realized what I was doing.

He pulled back and looked down at me. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come inside?”

The meaning of his words was not lost on me. I came so close to just giving in, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him into the house.

But I found the will to resist.

“I…I can’t, Claudio. Really…”

His smile was wistful. “I understand, Jill.”

“I’m married, you see,” I added lamely (as if he already didn’t know that).

“No need to apologize. I understand completely.” Then he winked and added, “But if you ever feel in need of company, please don’t hesitate to call me. You know how I feel about you.”

With that, he bounded down the steps, waved as he jumped into the cab and left. I watched it all the way to the corner where it turned and headed south before I went in.

Locking the front door behind me, I stood with my back against it, lightly banging my head against its wood, trying to knock out all the lustful thoughts cascading through me. That had been a very close thing.

Through my shower, I tried to turn my thoughts to other things, but eventually realizing there was no harm/no foul in indulging my imagination, I grabbed my razor and cleared away every speck of genital hair. With my husband out of town, I hadn’t seen any reason to keep away the stubble. Afterwards, I quickly toweled off and padded to the bedroom.

Lying in the middle of the bed, I spread my legs and began lightly touching my skin in much the way a lover would. With my eyes closed, I imagined it was Claudio and that I’d asked him to come in instead of leave. I resolutely stayed away from my “naughty bits”, amping up my arousal before pulling out our bottle of massage oil. Soon my breasts were slick as I used both hands all over them, rubbing and kneading the flesh, tweaking and pulling on my nipples until they were stiff and hard. Then it was down my belly and eventually to my groin.

Again, I steadfastly kept from touching any of my sensitive bits, but gradually circled in closer and closer. Eventually I found my outer lips and enjoyed their smoothness from my earlier shaving. I pulled at them, causing the inner lips to move and my clit to swell and begin throbbing. Those inner lips are sort of small and delicate so I played with them a bit, too. By that point, it was time to get serious. My juices were flowing freely and I was ready.

I used the big dildo on myself that day, plunging it into my wanting pussy almost violently, all the time thinking of Claudio on top of me, the roughness of his cheeks against mine as he whispered in my ear how good I felt and how much he’d longed to be with me over the past two years, how wonderful it was to feel me around his cock again, and to hear my moans and sighs, to smell my lust as it perfumed the room, and to bury his face in my hair.

Afterwards, sated, I breathed a second sigh of relief. Bullet successfully dodged. I had wanted Claudio so badly, but I had found the inner strength to resist temptation.

But with him now in town and obviously still interested, would that strength continue?

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Late the next afternoon, I got a call from Davy. Since seeing Claudio, I’d masturbated or used our toys at least 4 times — and I was still horny. Expecting his call, I was lying naked on our bed, legs spread wide and my cell phone ready.

We got all the usual daily things out of the way quickly.

“I’ve been so horny,” he finally told me.

“Me, too,” I answered. “Very.”

“Are you naked?”

“Oh yes, and my legs are wide open, and I’m very wet. I’m thinking of you eating me.”

“I’ve been thinking about you and John. I’ve been imagining what it would have been like if he’d been on top of you and you’d just opened your legs, the way you’ve told me about. Would you have been able to stop him?”

I was running two fingers of my left hand lazily up and down my slit, occasionally dipping them inside, avoiding that little pleasure nubbin at the top.

“I don’t know. Maybe I wouldn’t have wanted to. Maybe I wouldn’t have been able to resist…”

“You’re making me very hard,” Davy groaned.

I giggled. “I sure hope so.”

“I’ve been thinking about John’s cock slowly opening you up, pushing in and you panting as he worked more and more of it in, giving your pussy its first feel of a cock.”

“Mmmmm… Sounds wonderful. I wish I had let him fuck me.”

“So do I. Is there anyone else you wish you could have fucked?”

I tensed up and stopped my rubbing. “What do you mean?” I tried hard to keep the terror out of my voice.

“Surely there must be guys that you see who look really good to you. It doesn’t mean you have to fall to the ground and beg to be fucked.”

I felt somewhat reassured. He hadn’t gotten wind of Claudio and me. My fingers again got busy and we both silently played with ourselves for a minute or two. Pulling my knees back, I held my vaginal lips open and snapped a photo.

“There’s something coming your way,” I told Davy.