When Ruth moved into her studio apartment in La Grange Park, a quiet Chicago suburb, she didn’t know she’d have a special perk.

She met that perk, the landlady’s son, a few days later.

Ruth was 24. Dave was 34.

They hit it off instantly.

They liked each other’s sense of humor, smarts and confidence.

A mutual attraction was shared.

Ruth often ran into Dave as he was the handyman for the house that his mother owned. Ruth’s was one of three apartments, so Dave kept busy.

Whenever Ruth saw Dave, she admired his athletic build needed for rock climbing up in Baraboo, Wisconsin.

A month later, heading to bed, she was thinking about Dave.

“Stop it, he’s the landlady’s son,” she told herself.

In the middle of that night, however, tossing and turning, pure desire prevailed. She came hard rubbing her clit, thinking of Dave.

The very next evening, he visited to collect the rent.

Dave wore a snug T-shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms. Dave’s blue jeans were impossibly tight. That, with his long wavy blond hair, had Ruth smiling.

After Dave climbed a step ladder to change kurtköy escort a light bulb in the ceiling, Ruth caught herself admiring his crotch, thinking about his cock and the sexy fantasy enjoyed the night before.

Her gaze lingered.

“Like what you see?” Dave asked.

Ruth blushed.

“Um, yes, you changed the light. Thanks,” Ruth said, trying to dig her way out.

Dave smiled and climbed down the ladder.

“Too late. I saw how you stared at me,” Dave said, his eyes sparkling.

She was busted.

“I noticed your Levi’s. Snug,” she whispered.

Dave smiled and walked toward his mother’s new tenant.

He had wanted Ruth ever since she moved in.

He liked her perky tits, pretty face, warm smile, curly brown hair and cute ass.

“Do you like my jeans or what’s inside?” Dave asked.

She again noticed his bulge.

“Both,” Ruth said.

Dave snuck an arm around her waist and pulled her close.

Their lips met for a long, warm kiss. Then he boldly snaked his tongue between Ruth’s lips to wrestle with her tongue.

They stood kissing for a few moments beykoz escort until Ruth suggested they sit on the couch.

There, they resumed kissing as hands explored.

Dave’s left hand found Ruth’s right breast.

Ruth’s left hand was on Dave’s right thigh, then moved up to squeeze his growing bulge.

Her mind raced. It was like she envisioned the night before.

Dave took the lead, his hand slipping up under her T-shirt and skillfully unclasping her bra.

He pulled it off to free her tits. He alternated tweaking hardening nipples.

Ruth rubbed over Dave’s bulge.

She smiled when Dave moved his hand to unbuckle his pants, unfasten his jeans.

He pulled down his jeans and briefs.

His 7-inch crock sprang out.

“Oh, wow,” said Ruth, a virgin seeing her first cock in person.

“Touch it,” Dave whispered.

She wrapped her small hand around his thick cock

She couldn’t believe the hardness, the velvet smoothness and the warmth.

“Stroke it, Ruth,” Dave encouraged her.

She stroked as he pulled at her jeans.

“Let’s get more comfortable,” Ruth üsküdar escort suggested.

They stood and quickly undressed. Naked, they climbed into the queen bed in her tidy studio apartment.

Ruth stroked Dave’s cock slowly as his fingers knowingly spread open her pussy. He began slowly rubbing his middle finger over her clit.

“Oh God,” she moaned, “that feels so good.”

He smiled, hoping he could one day fuck her tight pussy.

Without a word, Dave swung around so his face was at Ruth’s pussy and his cock was at her mouth.

She stared at the purple head, so turned on.

She’d dreamed about sucking cock for years.

“Finally,” she thought as she slowly licked around the head and foreskin, pleased to hear his enjoyment.

She loved it in her mouth, loved his moaning when her tongue licked his cum hole.

Dave, the first to taste her sweet pussy, expertly licked Ruth’s clit. She soon exploded in his mouth, groaning on his cock.

Hearing that filled him with desire and he spurted jizz into Ruth’s hungry mouth.

She swallowed every tasty drop and instantly was hooked on sucking cock.

“Mmm,” she thought, “a new hobby.”

Afterwards, they laid on the bed embracing.

“I never expected this,” Dave admitted.

“Me, either, but I’m glad,” Ruth confessed, kissing him.

“Oh, the rent. I almost forgot,” Ruth said.

“That’s okay,” Dave said. “No charge this month.”

It’s raining. I am summoned to pick up Isabel Devine plus two at Whipple’s and transport them to Kroen Hall. I expect to be disappointed–how could she possibly live up to a name like Devine? But, I go anyway.

And I’m not disappointed.

They dash toward me. I reach back and open their door. A dark-haired girl hops in first. It’s unfair to judge her, being wet and all, but her hair is limp, making her appear mousy, and her butt is a bit larger than I find sexy. Her top, though, is see-through black lace over a burgundy tank top, and her boobs look promising.

Then she launches herself into the middle, in a sky-blue sundress that’s soaked to the skin. The wet fabric doesn’t begin to conceal her brown areolae and firm nipples.

I want to lick her pussy, and I want her friends to watch.

The third ain’t ugly, a dirty blonde with a pretty smile, but her black tank top isn’t as revealing as the wet sundress. I tear my eyes away long enough to make sure they’re all in and safely buckled.

I watch the road and listen. I know which one I want, but I need to decide on an approach and see if her friends will help or be wet blankets and smother this hot prospect. I’m sure I’ll get lucky and come up with something. And I do.

‘Can you take us into the garage?’

‘Is that where you parked?’

‘No, there’s a covered walkway on the second level that connects to the dorm. We’re already wet enough.’

‘You’re right. We should get you out of that wet dress before you catch a cold,’ I tell her.

She eyes me in the rear view, not sure if I meant what she thinks I meant, than asks, ‘Will you?’

‘Sure, but it will cost you extra.’

‘How much?’

‘One of you will have to get naked.’

I can see Isabel’s surprised expression in the rear view, and imagine the others!

‘For real?’

‘Of course not,’ I giggle, but I didn’t expect her to do it. That was just an ice breaker. ‘All you have to answer some questions for a research project I’m doing.’

She shrugs and says, ‘Why not?’

I wonder what would happen if I told them I’m researching how far they’re willing to go!

I pull into an empty space a few cars past the walkway, next to a van that blocks the view from that side. I unbuckle and swivel around.

‘Okay, first question: Have you ever kissed a girl?’

‘Totally.’

‘Like tongues, all hot and bothered?’

She looks at mousy and doesn’t answer.

‘Have your friends ever watched your boyfriend go down on you?’

‘No.’

‘Play with yourself?’

Again, she doesn’t answer. Maybe she has, but not with these friends. I press on.

‘Did you ever experiment with your friends when you were maturing, show them what you liked, find out what they liked?’

Again, she doesn’t answer, she studies me. She’s hard to read, a half-smile that could mean, wouldn’t you like to know? Or, are you fucking kidding me?

Mousy also smiles, looking at Isabel, maybe hoping she’ll say she did. I’m probably right about her being curious.

‘Some girls like being watched, it turns them on.’

Still nothing.

‘Okay, I wasn’t going to ask you this, but since you didn’t answer that one, on a scale of one to ten, are boys doing it for you?

Her eyes get bigger.

‘What are you researching?’

‘Female sexuality.’

Lame, I know, but that one caught me off guard. And my ‘research’ is purely to satisfy my curiosity, and to get them thinking about sex.

‘Come on, it’s just us girls.’

‘Well, kind of … sort of …. Not so much.’

‘Have you ever kissed …’

I can’t say curious. I look at her friend, and she says, ‘Molly.’

Good, she’s helping.

‘Not yet.’

Her mischievous grin suggests it’s crossed her mind. She looks over at Molly. And Molly looks receptive.

‘I think you should,’

And she does. They kiss like they’ve done it a thousand times. Isabel’s hand even reaches up and gives Molly’s boob a squeeze, but then drops. The separate, laughing nervously.

Molly looks at me, her eyes sparkling.

‘Wow, you both look like good kissers. Molly, did you like that?’

‘Yeah,’ she says, dropping her eyes as if she can’t believe she just said that.

I’m going to use her to get to Isabel.

‘Isabel, do you use toys?’

‘Sometimes.’

‘Did you bring one?’

‘Of course. Never leave home without one.’

She and Molly fall together, laughing.

‘Care to show us what you like?’

Again, she looks at Molly. God, she looks sexy. I can barely resist pinching her puffy nipples through the wet fabric. But she doesn’t answer.

‘Molly, would you like to see Isabel play with herself?’

‘Yeah, do it, Izzy,’ she says with a surprising amount of enthusiasm.

‘Really?’ She laughs nervously, ‘Should I?’

‘Yeah. It’ll be fun.’

The dirty blonde is definitely not ready to join in. Not yet, anyway. But I have all night.

With a smile that might mean she wanted to all along, Izzy shrugs and says, ‘Okay, if you want me to.’

While she fishes around inside her purse, I ask Molly, ‘Were you kurtköy escort surprised she grabbed your boob?’

‘Not really. I sort of know her. And it felt kinda natural.’

Izzy pulls out a slender silver vibe and twists the base. It hums. She and Molly giggle.

Izzy lifts her skirt and presses the tip against her clit, sliding it up and down over her panties.

Part of me wants to watch her and Molly make out–with her eyes closed, she might lose herself in it–but the part of me that wants to watch Molly watch Izzy get off wins out.

‘That’s hot as fuck,’ I tell her.

She smiles back at me.

‘It sure feels good.’

‘I bet it would feel better if you took those off.’

She doesn’t hesitate. Her panties hit the floor. Maybe she’ll forget them. I like trophies.

She enters herself slowly with the vibe, taking it all, then pulls it out and slides it up and down her slit. She even reaches under her leg and fingers herself.

Molly licks her lips. She’s begun to grow on me. She looks more alive than mousy.

Watching Izzy’s expression change as her need grows makes me want to touch myself, but I want Molly to do it first.

‘You go, girl,’ I tell her.

‘Yeah!’ Molly says softly.

She looks from me to Molly, and suddenly, she stops. She pulls the vibe away and her finger out, clamps her thighs together and presses her palm against her mons.

‘That’s what I like to do,’ she said, somewhat hoarsely.

Molly and I are both shocked. Just when it was getting good. Maybe she’s afraid to come in front of her friends.

I know she wanted to! Time to go for broke.

‘Last question, want me to warm you up?’

‘What do you mean?’

I drag my nails lightly from her knee up her inner thigh and say, ‘Want me to lick your pussy until you come?’

Immediately, Molly said, ‘Let her. She’s gotta be better than Marc.’

Izzy turns her head slightly toward Molly, but looks at me with a coy smile as if this was what she hoped would happen when she first pulled the vibe from her purse.

She spreads her legs and says, ‘I’m ready.’

Eagerly, Molly lifts Izzy’s leg over her own, giving me plenty of room to kneel in front of Izzy and giving herself the best view in the … okay, the back seat. Izzy’s right knee presses the dirty blonde’s thigh. From the corner of my eye, that one appears to be distancing herself, but craning her neck for a better view.

As I kneel between her knees, I say, ‘Why don’t you and Molly make out while I try to make your toes curl?’

They attack each other. I can’t wait to see this when I get home.

I can feel Izzy’s enthusiasm increase as my tongue explores her naughty parts. And Molly responds as well. I wonder what Miss Distance is doing. I steal a glance. She’s plastered against the door, but her eyes are glued on me. I can’t help but giggle!

I imagine her, still composed, but her resistance melting away. She wants to experience the pleasure her friends clearly enjoy.

I enter Izzy with my middle finger, palm down, then turn it up, feeling for her G-spot. I find it. She gasps. I can’t help myself. I raise up, as if to inspect my work, but what I really want to see is where I can take this.

Izzy has broken the kiss. Her hands are fisted, holding onto her skirt as if she’s afraid she’ll explode.

‘You might like it if Molly kisses your boobies. Is that okay?’

Izzy can’t speak, but Molly doesn’t need an answer. She pushes the elastic top of Izzy’s dress down under her lovely pair, and locks her lips around the closest peak, pinching the nipple of the other. I like this girl!

Izzy’s tits are so perfect, they almost have to be enhanced. I have to ask.

‘Molly, are those things real?’

Molly nods, her tongue doing circles around a hot pink tip.

Izzy’s body begins to convulse, hips jerking, her breath catching in her throat.

‘Uh, uh, uh … oh god, YES!

I grip her ass and cover her pussy with my mouth. She cries out again, then whimpers. I suck on her clit, hold on and ride it out.

Then, as quickly as it began, she goes limp, collapsing into laughter, hugging Molly.

‘Did you come already?’ Molly asks with awe and surprise.

‘Yeah.’

‘She’s that good?’

‘She’s awesome, totally fucking awesome! I fucking love having a girl lick my pussy!’ she yells.

I’m so turned on, I climb into her lap and we make out.

To my left, Molly breathes rapidly, like she’s about to make herself come. I look over and find her fully dresses, hands holding her stomach as if she has to hold on or she’ll touch herself.

‘Molly, you should try.’

‘Should I?’

‘You’re a natural. Didn’t she turn you on kissing, Izzy?’

‘She did, she’s a great kisser.’

‘Wouldn’t you like to have her lips on your clit, feel her tongue in your pussy?’

‘Totally.’

‘Can you come again?’

‘With her, yeah!’

Molly says, ‘I don’t know.’

‘Molly, aren’t you even a little bit bad?’

‘Maybe, a little.’

‘I want to watch beykoz escort her come this time. Can we make that happen?’

Molly smiles at Izzy. Izzy’s expression makes me want to go down on her again.

‘I’ll try, but I’ve never done this before.’

‘Well, then, let’s pop that cherry,’ I tell her. ‘You know what you like to have boys do to you, don’t you?’

‘I know they never do it right, or do it long enough.’

‘Now’s your chance, show Izzy how to do it right, and maybe she’ll do it to you.’

I climb back into the front seat and Molly takes my place. Izzy’s smile must be straining her facial muscles. She puts her hand on the back of Molly’s head as she bends forward.

I do have a way of getting what I want, don’t I? Making Izzy come in front of her friends, and now getting her friends to explore their sexual geography.

This one, anyway. There must be something I can do to get the other one involved. Maybe not, but she could get out and walk into her dorm, if she wanted to. And she hasn’t.

Then Izzy helps me out. As Molly begins to lick, Izzy leans toward her friend, ending up with her head on her shoulder.

‘Looks like Molly’s really good. Is she?’

‘Yes! Oh god, Molly, are you sure you’ve never done this before?’

Molly giggles, shakes her head, no, wagging her tongue back and forth over Izzy’s clit.

‘Yeah, keep doing that, just like that! Keep going, I’m close, so close, so … oh fuck, I’m coming! Oh, Molly, ohmigod, YES!’

She grips the dirty blonde’s knee so hard, I’m afraid it might leave a dent!

Molly beams, licking with even more passion as Izzy moans and shudders, finally falling back against the seat, gasping for breath.

‘Look at that smile!’ I tell Molly. ‘She loves getting her pussy licked!’

‘What girl doesn’t?’

‘Well, she sure likes what you did! I was right, you are a natural. You like doing that, don’t you?! Going down on your friends, making them come!’

‘I sorta do love playing with my Home Girls!’

‘Izzy, who’s your other cute friend?’

‘Oh my god, I’m so rude! This is Holly Honeysuckle. I didn’t mean to leave you out, hon, I just got … distracted! We just call her Honey, ’cause she’s so sweet, or just Hon.’

Izzy strokes her friend’s cheek. Honey doesn’t seem to mind.

‘Sweet enough to eat?’

‘Look at her! Yeah!’

‘Well, let’s find out. Molly, let’s see if you can make Honey come.’

‘I don’t mess around with girls.’ Honey says, sternly.

‘Not even after watching us make Izzy come? Izzy sure liked it, didn’t you, Izzy?’

‘I fucking loved it!’

‘I don’t mess around with girls.’

‘How about you and Izzy make out a little bit?’

Her expression said no, but I don’t see how anyone could watch Molly and I make Izzy come and not get turned on, at least wonder if it feels as good as it looks.

Molly seems to like the idea too. She leans against Izzy’s knee, pushing it into Honey’s thigh and looks up at her.

‘Maybe just kiss her, see if you like it? See how it feels.’ Molly urges.

Izzy takes the initiative. She doesn’t wait for Honey to say yes, she puts her hand behind Honey’s head and pulls her in. And Honey kisses back. Not aggressively, at first, but she warms to the deed.

I look down. Molly’s shorts are at her knees. Her elbow indicate she’s pleasuring herself, watching her friends make out.

I touch her on the shoulder and say, ‘You’d enjoy it more if you took those off.’

She does. Then she takes off her top and bra. I have two naked girls in my back seat. I like my chances of having three.

Honey kisses like she’s way more turned on than she wanted anyone to know. Maybe she didn’t realize it herself.

‘Push up her skirt and stroke her through her panties,’ I whispered to Molly.

Molly is eager to join in. Slowly, she edges Honey’s skirt up her thigh, past her panties onto her tummy. Honey’s thighs separate.

Molly presses a pair of fingers against Holly’s tiny wet spot and begins stroking in circles. The gap between Holly’s knees widens.

‘See if she’ll let you take them off,’ I whispered.

Molly grips her panties in both sides. Holly raises her ass enough for Molly to slide them off.

I don’t have to tell Molly what to do next.

Holly has a small patch of soft brown curls at the base of her belly. Molly strokes once up and down her slit with the tip of her middle finger, then enters her. Holly’s hips buck forward, driving it in deep.

‘God, girl, your soaked!’

Molly adds a second finger and fucks her. Honey’s butt cheeks clench, propelling her forward to meet Molly’s strokes.

Izzy pulls back and looks down.

‘I think she likes that, Molly.’ She looks at Holly and asks, “You like that, don’t you, Hon?’

Holly can do nothing but nod and gasp.

‘Oh my god, that feels good! I can’t breathe!’ she groans, but obviously she can.

‘Make her come, Molly. I think she wants to come, don’t you?’

Holly looks down, then flings her head back and squeezes her eyes üsküdar escort shut tight.

Molly leans forward and licks Holly’s puffy pink clit.

‘Look at Molly,’ I laugh. ‘She’s playing with herself while she licks Holly’s pussy!’

Izzy looks down and giggles.

‘Maybe you can come together.’

Molly chuckles, but doesn’t stop.

Just then, Holly shudders, gasps and jerks up.

‘Good girl!’ Izzy purrs as her friend’s body spasms in ecstasy.

Molly keeps licking until Holly pushes her away, crosses her arms over her boobs and covers her pussy with her hands.

‘Oh my god, stop, Stop, STOP, I can’t take anymore!’

‘How was it?’

‘You have to ask?!’

Her smile may last until Tuesday!

‘Molly, are you close,’ I ask.

Her stroking has slowed. She looks back at me and nods.

‘Izzy, you should finish her with your vibe. She’s gotten both of you off. I think she deserves it.’

Izzy reaches between her and Holly, pulls out her vibe and says, ‘Here we are.’

Molly climbs back onto her seat, leans against the door, puts one foot on top of the seat behind Izzy and the other on the floor.

‘I have to help,’ I say, getting down on the floor next to her. ‘And I’m going to play with myself, too. I deserve it!’

I stick my hand down into my shorts. I, too, am soaked. Molly leans toward me. We kiss until Izzy slides the vibe all the way into her pretty pussy.

She pulls back. Her face tells me she likes it.

‘You have such cute tits,’ I tell her. ‘I’m going to suck on them.’

The more turned on she gets, the sexier she looks. Her face softens, her eyes narrow.

I lick around a nipple, suck it into my mouth and tease it with my teeth. Izzy fucks her slowly with the vibe, drawing it out and over her clit.

I release the firm brown nub, pinching it with my free hand as I move toward the other peak and say, ‘Tell me when you’re about to come. I love watching.’

She can’t speak. Her mouth hangs slightly open, and her eyes are unfocused. I know she’s close, and so am I.

I suck in her other boob. I’m on the edge myself, just waiting for her–fuck! I can’t hold back. I want to come with her, my sweet Molly, but my excitement overtakes me.

I raise up and watch as her eyes take on a look of desperation. Her head rolls back and she cries out.

‘I’m coming! Oh fuck, I’m coming! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Izz-eeeee!’

I watch her as long as I can, but my pleasure is exquisite, and I’m forced to bury my face between her warm breasts.

Then we’re both gasping and giggling.

Hon has one hand in Izzy’s sensitive snatch and rubs her own with the other.

I would love Honey to eat me, but I want Molly more. I want to see her sexy face and warm brown eyes look up at me as she practices her newfound skills.

So, I say, ‘Izzy, I think you should have a taste of Honey.’

And I coax Molly between my knees. Molly and Izzy bump asses as they get ready to devour our pussies. Molly’s ass isn’t as big as I thought it was when she first got in. In fact, looking down at it as she pleasures me makes me want to get her on my bed, doggie style, and caress it while she pleasures herself with my vibe.

But I don’t care about that right now, I’ve gotten my fantasy fulfilled. Molly begins licking me, her sexy brown eyes locked on mine, and I can tell she’s smiling around her tongue.

‘Fuck, that feels good. You’ve got skills, girl!’ I tell her and she licks faster.

Thoughts swirl around inside my head as her tongue darts around my clit with poetic lucidity. I feel her enter me with one finger, sliding it in and out a few times, then it’s joined by a second. She’s fucking me, and it feels so fucking good.

I feel myself jerk, once, then again, then I lose control, my hips driving my pussy hard against her mouth. I’m sightless, can’t hear or think as my body convulses. My back arches, my head falling back as I rocket into the stratosphere. Then I slowly begin to drift back to earth.

Molly continues to suck and fuck me until I pull her up for a long, sensual kiss.

I hear Izzy say, ‘This is what you want, isn’t it, sweetie?’

I turn to see Holly is naked now, Izzy leans into her, fingering her with one hand while rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger of the other hand.

‘You want us to play with you, make you come?’

‘Oh god, yes, make me come, please!’

‘How is she, Hon?’

‘Oh my god, she’s amazing! Fuck!’

Miss Ice Cold is now red hot, and she looks sexy! Izzy kisses her tummy once, then leaves a trail of wet kisses down to her sex spot. Holly nearly hits the ceiling when Izzy’s warm lips surround her sensitive nub.

‘Oh my god, fuck, Fuck, FUCK!’ she cries out.

Her body begins to spasm, her hands grip the edge of the seat. She holds on tight as ecstasy courses through her body. Her tits jiggle, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, a scream caught in her throat.

She holds rigid for a long minute, then collapses into giggles, pushing Izzy away.

She’s transformed. She looks as happy as any girl I’ve ever had in my back seat. Not only does she look it, she pulls Izzy up for a kiss. She consumes her lips, her tongue sliding into Izzy’s mouth gliding in and out with hers. Then she backs away, her smile suggesting she might be in love.

Suddenly she’s the energetic on, gently pushing Izzy aside, reaching for her panties.

Shanti here and this is the story of a different kind – fast tracked in years and am 38 years now and my daughter Raji is 18 years who had known Venki for a long time. But it was only recently that the two of them had started dating.

I was happy for Raji, and maybe just a bit jealous. After all, Venki was a really good looking kid. Then again, “Kid” may be the wrong word here. Venki was now 19 and he was a student in a College. Raji was a student, just turned 18, and going on 19.

She was growing up so fast, too fast for me. I could see the physical changes in Raji and evidently, so could Venki. I was concerned enough about Raji that we had another of those serious mother-daughter talks where I assured her that it would be best if she waited to have boyfrieds until after she was a graduate.

When she asked me if I had waited, I told her that we were talking about her, not me. “Did I wait?”

I don’t think it would have been good if she had known that I had waiting only until I was about 18 when my darling Suhas took my cherry and we ended up screwing like a couple of rabbits. But that is another story which you all know, so I told her that she could come to me any time she wanted and we could talk about anything.

Then she said, “OK, what about me having a few boys as friends?”

I was expecting this and replied, “I guess it would be best, but I hope you don’t think this is the only thing in life pill, besides, I still think that you still should wait! There is no hurry!”

“Amma,” she said, “I am not going to start doling for every boy in the school. I just want to be on sure of who is right in case something or someone did appear or it ever did happen. I will not promise you that I am going to wait until I am a graduate, but I’m not planning anything…at least not yet.”

Later that day during a weekday when there was very little crowd in the pool, I noticed Venki and Raji in the Community pool of the Apartments. Both were wearing swimwear that did cover much of anything. I could tell that Venki was excited, my goodness, his trunks looked like a small pup tent the way his pole was sticking out. I could tell that he was rather well developed himself. I found myself watching them for a while as they groped and played and I decided that it would not be long before they were sexually active, if not already. I noticed that my panties were getting damp as I watched them playing touchy-feely while they thought they were alone. As I watched, I started to think about how much fun I had back when I was a teenager. Then I had an idea, to stop Venki from dating my daughter _ I will take this Cherry and make sure he does not look at my kid after that.

I got Venki by himself and told him to stop by the house the next day after College. I made some excuse about wanting to talk to him while Raji and her sister were at Music practice. He agreed and I set the plan in motion. My husband is a solid work-a-holic and is never home before 6. The girls would both be at Music class until at least 5, so I would göztepe escort have some time to work this out. When time was drawing close for Venki to show up, I took a shower and put on a revealing bra and matching panties. On top of this, I put on one of my husband’s shirts. It was long enough to cover me {well almost cover me} when I was standing up, but no way would it cover my ass if I bent over at all. When Venki showed up, I answered the door, and told him that he was early, I wasn’t expecting him for another 30 minutes. Of course he was there exactly when I had told him to arrive, but that was all part of the plan. I told him that to come in and have a seat in the dining room. I assured him that I was almost done and I just need to wash my hair. Venki noticed my outfit, and without being too obvious, looked me over, checking me up and down. I noticed that he paid quite a bit of time looking at my legs and rear end. I guess I should tell you that I am not stacked like Dolly Parton, but I have managed to keep my legs and ass in what I thought was good shape. Judging from Venki’s reaction, he thought they were in good shape as well.

I was well prepared, had put a small mirror in the window above the kitchen sink and could keep an eye on Venki as I washed my hair. I was purposely leaning over much further than necessary and watching as he kept his eyes glued to my ass. I spread my legs a little and I swear I heard a moan from behind me. I finished the prolonged shampoo and reached for my towel and “accidentally” knocked it on the floor.

“Venki, could you get this towel for me,” I asked, still leaning over with my head over the sink.

Venki was still looking straight at my ass, he didn’t answer me, so I repeated my request, a little louder.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He finally said and jumped up and ran for the towel. As he handed the towel to me, I could see him looking between the loose fitting revealing shirts on me at my tits. I knew that I had him interested. He had a tremendous hard-on pressing the front of his jeans. I wrapped the towel around my wet hair and turned to Venki, who was still standing just an arm’s length away.Now or never, I thought. I reached over and took his arm and guided him toward the living room. As we walked, I spoke to him, “Venki, I guess you are wondering why I asked you to stop by this afternoon. I just wanted to let you know that I am aware that you and Raji are normal, healthy young folks and that you are probably as horny as a rabbit all the time. I also know that as Raji’s mom, I don’t want her fooling around at her age. So, I wanted to talk to you about that.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I wouldn’t press Raji to do anything she doesn’t want to do.” he replied.

“I know that Venki,” I said, “That is why I wanted to make a deal with you.”

“A deal?” he asked.

“Yes, Venki, a deal, if you promise me that you will not push Raji into the sack, I will make sure that your needs are taken care of.” I said as I leaned over and started to rub his cock through bostancı escort the blue jean material.

“Ugh…” was all he could manage to say. But, hey, what do you expect him to say. He had just finished watching me grind my ass at him for ten minutes, flash my tits at him and now I was caressing his raging hard-on.

I don’t think many men would have been able to make a speech under those conditions. “Venki, I can be with you every Tuesday while Raji and Amanda are at music lessons and we can have a good time together.” As I was telling him this, I unbuttoned his pants, lowered his zipper. I reached inside and pulled his underwear down, exposing his hard-on and judging from the amount of pre-cum, I knew that it would only take a couple of strokes and he would be pumping a load.

I lowered my head to his lap and gently licked the head sliding the tongue up and down the underside of his prick. Then, I slid my mouth over the entire cock, taking a good bit of it all the way into my mouth. He responded by lifting his hips to meet my stroke. He was moaning and trying to breath. As I suspected, on about the third stroke, he grabbed my head and yelled that he was going to cum. I slid my mouth to the bottom of his cock, what I could reach, his pants were still on. As I felt the zipper hit my nose, his first spurts were hitting the back of my throat. He was making so much noise, I was afraid the neighbors would surely hear him. He filled my mouth with his cream, so much that I almost could not hold it all. After he returned to earth, I looked him in the eyes and asked if we had a deal. All he could manage was to shake his head up and down so fast that he was just a blur.

I took him by the hand and led him down the hall to the bedroom where undressed him and pushed him back on to the bed. I stepped back and slowly unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall to the floor and unsnapped and slid the bra straps slowly over the shoulders, then cupped my breasts and let the bra fall away. Venki started to get off the bed and I pushed him back again. I was really enjoying the teasing I was giving him. I slid a finger under each side of the panties and quickly slid them to the floor.

I took a finger and put it slowly into my mouth then placed it into my pussy. I drew it back out and offered it to Venki. He opened his mouth and licked my finger clean. I climbed up on the bed with him and straddled his face. I don’t know how many pussies Venki had tasted, but from the way he dove into me, I was not his first. If I was, then the young man was a natural, because I was screaming within seconds of his tongue’s first touch. I ground my pussy against his face for a few minutes and felt like I was going to pass out. I fell across the bed and was going to tell Venki to keep going. He must have read my mind, for he followed me as I fell and was on his hands and knees with his face buried in my pussy as soon as my ass hit the bed. He continued to tongue me and I moved and crawled across the bed using only my butt cheeks. tuzla escort He was doing things to me that I had forgotten about. All my lovers idea of great sex was me blowing them, and letting me fuck me up my ass and then let them kiss my tits and rub my pussy for a minute or two {no exaggeration here} then hop on and drive away until HE came. But Venki was trying to lick my belly button from the inside. His eagerness to please was working magic on me. I came with the most intense orgasm that I could remember ever experiencing. I reached down and pulled his head gently toward my face. I could taste myself on him when we kissed. He was already humping against me as I reached down and pressed his cock against the opening of my pussy. He entered with one solid thrust and the juices that he had caused with his wonderful tongue were more than enough lubrication to allow him total access to me. He began thrusting hard and fast, and I reached and grabbed his ass cheeks, and held him tight.

“Take it slow,” I whispered in his ear, “Let’s make this last for a while.”

“Sorry,” he said. “I just can’t help myself, it is my first time going all the way.”

I couldn’t believe it, not only was I getting the best fuck in a long long time, but it was a cherry, too.

“Well, Venki, you are doing just fine.”

I pulled his ass and then pushed to establish a gentle motion and he quickly fell into the rhythm. I kept helping keep himself in control for a while, then he started to pick up the tempo again, his breathing was coming in gasps, and I knew he was going to explode again.

“Give me all you got!” I told him. And he quickly picked up the pace until he was almost bouncing me up and down off the bed. He drove his cock in to me until the pubic hairs were touching mine. He strained his face into a look of pain, terror, exhaustion and joy combined and filled me with his love juice. After ejaculating in only a short time ago, it was still a big load.

I was expecting him to shrivel up and fall off of me, but oh the joys of youth, his erection was still there. I rolled out from under him and got on my hands and knees and told him to put it in from behind and to fuck me doggie style. He put the head of his dick between my legs and against my pussy and again was inside with a single thrust. He was rocking the bed with his motions and I was trying to keep up with him. I knew that I would not be able to control him this time so I just let him plow ahead at his own pace. After a few minutes, I fell face down on the pillow and had the most wonderful orgasm of my life. I yelled so loud, had I not yelled into the pillow, the entire block would have heard me. This young man was giving me something that I had never experienced in my life. He was groaning loudly now and I knew it would soon be time for another load to be deposited inside of me. Sure enough, he thrust his cock as deep inside of me as he could and I felt him release his load. Venki and I met on almost every Tuesday for about three months, and then he and Raji had a big fight and they stopped seeing each other. I think I was more upset that Raji was, in fact I’m sure I was. It was only later did I learn that Raji was upset with him because she found out that Venki was messing with my younger daughter, Arpita.

It seems Venki was a VERY busy young man!

A virgin young man is trained by his new boss in the art of pleasing women

*

My name is Steve and this story is about events that happened at my first job upon leaving school at eighteen.

We did get back very late that Friday. My boss, Suzanne Gregory, dropped me off at home at well past 11:00pm and I felt sorry that she still had another 40 minute drive ahead of her to get home.

The business trip had been a great success, in more ways than one. I had impressed my boss with my work skills, and had learned more from her about how business was conducted, including the art of cultivating favours from those who might be useful in the future.

And she and I had finally fucked. I was no longer a ‘virgin’.

But, on top of all that I had now met a woman much closer to my own age who appeared to actually be interested in me! Her name was Vanessa and I had been tasked by Mrs Gregory one evening to chat her up, to see if I had that skill. I tried and it had worked.

The icing on the cake was that I fancied her like mad.

I had four messages from Vanessa during that last day but it had been hard to properly reply while in and out of meetings, and I didn’t want to spend the journey home texting while Suzanne drove.

Vanessa said that her mum, who was ill and the reason for Vanessa staying in the same Hotel as us, was getting better and so she was heading back to University that weekend. She wondered if we could meet up.

I couldn’t have been happier at that.

It was going to be tricky though, as I didn’t have transport and hated having to rely on others, so I had replied that I’d love to meet up with her but would have to let her know early on Saturday morning, once I had a chance to arrange things.

When I got home, rather than go immediately to bed, I stayed up on my computer and looked at options for trains and buses to get to somewhere near to her University. It was less than straightforward and would mean my time there would be very limited.

On Saturday morning I got a call from Suzanne.

“How’s it looking on the Vanessa front?” she asked.

“I’m trying but I have a feeling it’ll have to wait until next week, or even next weekend. How quick can I get a driver’s licence? And a car?” I asked, jokingly.

“Look, Steve, I know this might be awkward for the both of us now, after the things we have done together, but I sort of feel responsible for you two meeting and I do really want to help you make a go of it with this girl.”

“I appreciate that, Suzanne, I really do, and this won’t affect my work for you, I promise that.” I said.

“Good.” she replied, “Because I will be putting you in for a further promotion on Monday based upon your performance this week. I am also entering you for the corporation’s fast track Executive program, so I think you have a very bright future ahead. But it’s a lot of work and you’ve got to be careful juggling that and a girlfriend, right?”

“Oh my God, Mrs Gre….Suzanne, I don’t know what to say! Thank you so much.” I felt almost close to tears as I thought of how shaky my start with her had been only three weeks prior and now she was investing not just her own time but also this massive corporation’s time and resources in my future!

“Okay, now on to your Vanessa problem. The university she is at is closer to me than it is to you…..”

“What? What are you suggesting?” I asked, hardly daring to believe.

“Well…” she continued, “…I’m not suggesting anything other than I pick you up this morning and you come here, with an overnight bag, and I’ll take you to wherever you guys are meeting up and then I’ll pick you up at the end of the day, and bring you back here, and you can sleepover Saturday night in the guest room.”

My mind was racing.

“I….I…don’t know what to say.” I said, “Just, thank you so much.”

“That’s unless she drags you back to her student digs and ravishes you.” said Suzanne, with a slightly hollow laugh. “In which case please let me know as soon as possible so I can go to bed myself.”

“Okay, look.” I said, “I need to speak with her and see where we are going to meet and I need to speak with my parents as they’ve hardly seen me for a week. I’ll get back to you as soon as I know what we’re doing, okay?”

“Okay, Steve.” she said and we hung up.

I phoned Vanessa’s number.

I explained that I could get to the University town by the afternoon but as it was her town I was in her hands as to what we should do. She agreed that we could have a lunch and there were museums and galleries to visit, and we could have a meal and drink in the evening. It sounded perfect to me.

I chatted with my parents and explained about the promotion and the Executive program, which they were over moon about, but that I also needed to go to Mrs Gregory’s today for work related matters. They were a little disappointed but understood and were just pleased I was progressing so well.

I phoned Suzanne back and confirmed the details and she agreed to pick me up from home later that morning. I felt like I should buy her göztepe escort some chocolates or something for being so good about all this but I still didn’t have much cash. That was a bit of a dilemma and I panicked a little on the phone.

“Oh my god Suzanne, what if it’s really expensive there? I mean, I’ll look fuckin’….”

“Calm down, silly.” she said, “It’s a college town, lots of stuff is free or subsidised, and there’s plenty of things to do there on the cheap. Anyway, you said she pays her own way….don’t panic!”

I calmed down.

“You want her to want you for ‘you’, not for your money!” she said.

This was true, but love, or lust, can sometimes make you blind to that.

We agreed a time for Suzanne to pick me up and I packed a change of clothes for Sunday.

* * *

It felt surreal driving to Suzanne’s house.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this….we’re doing this!” I said.

“Keep cool, young man.” she replied, “Just be yourself, be attentive, be funny. You’ll do fine.” She paused. “And if it does come to something more intimate, well, you’ve got some experience there too……just don’t try shaving her immediately.” She winked at me.

We laughed at that and it broke some of the tension.

“How is Roger about all this?” I asked.

“He’s okay with it. He does his thing, I do my thing. So long as I’m happy he’s pretty laid back about stuff, you know?”

“It sounds like an excellent relationship.” I found myself saying. What was I trying to do, make her love her husband more?

“It could be worse.” she said.

We stopped at her house and she led me to an outbuilding that was a sort of annexe to the main barn.

“Crikey!” I said, “Guest quarters as well.”

“Well, chuck your stuff in there and we’d better get going. Do you need to tell her you’re on your way? Make sure she hasn’t bottled out.”

“Don’t say that!” I exclaimed but I knew it was said in jest.

I phoned Vanessa and explained that we would be there in about thirty minutes. She seemed excited by this, which pleased me greatly.

It was strange how nervous I was on the way there. I’d already met and spoken with this woman and yet I had a gnawing in my stomach and sweaty palms.

Suzanne could see how anxious I was.

“Look Steve, if you don’t calm down, you’ll do yourself an injury. It’s not flippin’ Taylor Swift you’re meeting, or the Queen….I mean, King!”

“I know, I know.” I said, breathing deeply, “I just don’t want to mess it up.”

We drove into the town and Suzanne parked.

“Right.” I said, turning to Suzanne, “I’ll see you late…….what?”

She was grinning at me and nodding over my shoulder. I spun around and saw Vanessa heading towards the car.

I opened my door and so did Suzanne.

“Hi Vanessa, lovely to mee….see you again.” I said and we had a slightly awkward hug.

“Vanessa!” said Suzanne, “How wonderful. I’m Suzanne. Steve has been talking about you the entire way here.”

She also gave Vanessa a hug and kissed her on the cheek.

“Thank you.” said Vanessa, a little nervously, “Are you Steve’s……boss?”

“I am, and I am happy to help out today in getting you two together. So don’t hang around here with me, go off and have some fun.”

“Thanks Suz….Mrs Gregory.” I said.

I turned to Vanessa and we started walking into town.

“She seems nice.” said Vanessa.

“Steve! Steve!” shouted Suzanne.

I turned back to her.

“You forgot something!” she shouted.

“Hold on a sec.” I said and trotted back to the car. “What is it?”

“Here.” said Suzanne, and pushed cash into my hand.

“What?” I spluttered.

“Put it in your wallet, but don’t let her see.”

I put the notes in my phone wallet and gave Suzanne a very tight hug.

“Damn you Suzanne, you’re too good!” I said and felt her hold me a little tighter before letting go.

“Go. Go.” she said and turned quickly away from me and walked to the other side of the car. I think she was crying a little.

My face was a bit red by the time I got back to Vanessa and she asked me if everything was okay.

“Sure.” I said, took a deep breath and smiled at her, “It’s perfect.”

We had a fantastic lunch which we split the cost of, and wandered around the old city looking at churches and old college buildings.

By the middle of the afternoon she had linked her arm with mine and we walked slowly and very close together, chatting constantly.

We stopped at one point near a river. There were students having picnics on the grass and many couples kissing.

I turned to Vanessa and reached out my hand to the side of her face.

“I would love to kiss you.” I said.

“Okay.” she said and I pressed my lips to hers.

At first it was just our lips, with lots of little kisses and breaks in between. But then I felt her tongue moving and opened my mouth and we kissed long and hard for many minutes, oblivious to the world around us.

“Let the poor girl breathe” said one elderly bostancı escort lady as she walked past us, and some nearby students laughed and cheered. Vanessa was blushing but smiling broadly.

We ended up in a bar that wasn’t too noisy and we had a few drinks and nibbles. We chatted about our lives and aspirations. Even politics, which we appeared to broadly agree on.

When I let slip I was still only eighteen she seemed a little shocked but then also, it seemed, a little pleased.

The alcohol reduced our inhibitions and we spent a lot of time kissing that evening.

Then she made an interesting confession, perhaps due to the drink. “I’m sort of pleased you’re younger than me, you know?”

“Because you’ve always wanted to be a cougar?” I asked.

She laughed and slapped my arm.

“Noooo silly.” she said, moving her face very close to mine, “I….I’m a virgin.” she said in a whisper. “Is that odd? Some people think it’s odd…”

“No, it’s not odd.” I said, smiling, “There’s no hurry, you know?”

“Oh!” she said, “I do like you. I like you a lot.”

We kissed again.

After we broke I asked her. “So you’ve never had a boyfriend?”

“I’ve had a couple.” she said, “Not at the same time though.” she giggled at this, “But I’ve never felt……comfortable with going…the whole way. Guess that may be why they didn’t last, I don’t know. Men are strange. What about you?”

“Am I strange?” I asked and we both laughed.

“No, girlfriends.” she said seriously.

“Just one.” I said

“Sooooo how far did you go with her?” she asked.

This was a difficult one. I didn’t want to lie to her.

“We went the whole way.” I said simply.

“Oh.” she said, a little crestfallen, “I thought you might be one too, then we could figure it out together.”

I know she was a bit tipsy but that statement alone had me hearing heavenly choirs singing.

I moved in closer.

“You want to figure it out with me?” I asked.

She looked me in the eye.

“Yes, you’re nice. I think I can trust you.” she said.

“You can.” I said and kissed her.

After our kiss, Vanessa looked around the bar at all the couples and groups.

“How many here do you think are going to have sex tonight?” she asked.

I looked at her and wondered if it included us.

“I’d say……fifty percent of them.” I said with a grin.

She looked at me seriously.

“Can we go?” she said.

I wondered if I’d upset her, or if someone she knew had had entered the bar.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yes, yes it’s lovely.” she said, “I just want to go somewhere more private.”

I stood up and offered her my hand and we walked out into the cool summer evening.

“What about where you live?” I suggested, cautiously.

“Hmmmm I’d feel a bit….I dunno, my housemates would be going on about it forever afterwards. It’s not the vibe I want.”

I thought about the cash I now had and whether it would pay for a hotel for the night. I’d have to let Suzanne know. I looked at the time on my phone.

“Bloody hell.” I said, “Suz….Mrs Gregory will be wondering when to pick me up.”

“Aww you’ve got to go?” said Vanessa.

“No! No!” I said, “I just have to call her. I’ll be real quick.”

I phoned Suzanne’s number and waited for her to pick up. Vanessa stood off to one side looking up at the night sky and looking beautiful.

“There you are, I was beginning to wonder.” said Suzanne, before I could speak, “Making me burn the midnight oil.”

“I know, sorry.” I said, moving a little away from Vanessa but keeping her in eyeshot “Things have developed. She wants…well….she wants us to go somewhere private, I was thinking a hotel…”

“Oh good God, Steve!” said Suzanne, “Bring her back here. She’ll be fine. Roger or I can drive her back to college in the morning.”

I stood in a daze.

“Are you sure, Suzanne?..I mean….are you sure?”

“Head to where I dropped you off, I’ll be there in thirty. Tell her we have spare toothbrushes…..anything she needs.”

Suzanne hung up on me.

I looked at Vanessa.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“You’re not going to believe this….I’m not sure I do….but my boss says we can both stay the night at their guest room.”

I saw her eyes widen.

“It’s perfectly okay.” I stressed, “It’s actually separate from their main house. They’re decent people.”

She looked at me and I looked at her.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“Okay, but only if I can text the address to friends of mine.”

“What? Yes! Yes, of course you can…..except, I don’t actually know the address but Suzanne can tell you when she gets here.”

“Oh, it’s Suzanne now.” she said, with a chuckle, “No more ‘Mrs Gregory’!”

We both laughed at that and linked arms again to walk back to the car park where Suzanne had dropped me off.

Suzanne arrived as promised and we got into the rear of the Range Rover.

“Have you had a lovely evening.” she asked as we pulled out.

“Yes, tuzla escort we have.” I said and squeezed Vanessa’s hand. “Thank you for doing this.”

“Suzanne?” Said Vanessa, “May I have your address…just so I can let people know where I am. Hope you don’t mind!”

Suzanne wasn’t at all fazed and gave up her address without hesitation.

When we got to the Barns I led Vanessa to the outbuilding, after hearing Suzanne calling out ‘Have a good night’ to us.

Finally we were alone.

“I’m nervous.” said Vanessa. “And I need to use the bathroom. In fact, can I take a shower?”

“Yes no problem.” I said and showed her the en-suite and handed her some towels.

“Won’t be long!” she said and kissed me before disappearing into the bathroom.

I now had to decide whether I should get undressed and wait for her in the bed, or stay dressed and kick my heels waiting for her. Maybe I should shower too?

I heard the toilet flush and immediately thought of needing to pee.

Vanessa showered in about ten minutes and then emerged wearing a large bathrobe that had been hanging on the back of the door.

“I need to pee now too.” I said, “Why don’t you get comfortable and I’ll take a quick shower and be out in a few minutes.”

We kissed briefly and then it was my turn in the shower.

While showering it occurred to me we had no condoms. Would she be on the pill? Should I ask?

There had only been one bathrobe, presumably because they had only expected me to be staying. So I wrapped myself in a large towel, switched off the bathroom light and emerged into the darkened bedroom.

I could tell from moonlight coming in around the edge of the curtains that Vanessa was under the covers of the bed. I gingerly made my way to the bed and sat on the end.

“You okay?” I whispered.

“Yes.” she said, “Just nervous. But excited too.”

“Me too.”

I took off the towel and moved to the side of the bed and slipped in under the covers. Our hands reached for each other and we were able to find each other’s lips to kiss.

“Vanessa.” I said softly, “There’s a couple of things.”

“What? You’re not an international criminal on the run from the law, are you?” she replied.

I chuckled at this.

“No, it’s….well…I wasn’t planning on this and…I don’t have any…protection. Sorry. Are you….ummm…you know…on the pill?”

There was a painfully long silence.

“No, I’m not.” she said, “Oh shit.”

“I’m sorry.” I said, “I should have thought when we were in that bar I could have…”

“It’s okay.” she said, “It’s okay. This is lovely too. Just us, together like this.” She paused. “What was the second thing?”

“Well, I know you’re nervous and maybe a little shy, but I think you’re a beautiful woman and I would really like to….to see you. Properly. Like now.” I said.

“Oh, I see.” she said softly.

Before I could speak the bedside lamp switched on and now I could see her, laying beside me, the covers pulled up to her armpits, with her arms over them holding them down to her sides.

She grinned at me.

“You really think I’m beautiful?”

“Yes.” I said, stroking the side of her face, “Yes I do.”

With that Vanessa took a deep breath and raised her hands and pushed the covers off her naked body.

I gazed at her in the yellow light of the lamp.

“I want to touch you.” I said.

Vanessa took my hand and placed it on her left breast. I could feel her heartbeat and it was beating fast.

I moved closer to her, and lowered my mouth to her lips while gently caressing her small, firm breast and it’s hard little nipple.

When we broke from our kiss she was breathing faster and her face was flushed.

I started kissing her neck and could smell the shower gel we had both used. I moved my lips down over her chest and kissed and sucked on her nipples, feeling them swell and causing her to moan and stretch her legs.

I moved further down, over her firm tummy and it’s little indented naval and towards her patch of fine auburn pubic hair.

“What….what are you going to do?” she asked, looking down her body at me.

“I would like to…kiss you there.” I said, indicating her pussy.

“Oh…okay.” she said and laid back.

I positioned myself between her lean thighs and pushed her legs apart. Already I could smell her scent and could see liquid glistening on the lips of her pussy. I wondered if she had been playing with herself while waiting for me.

She was very tidy between her legs, her lips didn’t protrude as much as Suzanne’s. I placed my hands on the insides of her thighs and gently stroked her skin and then I put my fingertips on her pussy lips, eliciting a small gasp from Vanessa as I gently eased them apart.

A trickle of her juice flowed out and down the curve of her buttock. I pressed my mouth to her and slowly inserted my tongue, feeling more wetness trickling out and into my mouth. Vanessa was moaning much louder now and moving her hips.

I stopped and looked at her pussy, then pulled her lips further apart and could see her clitoris. I teased it with the tip of my tongue and then pressed my lips around it.

“Oh God, Oh fuck.” said Vanessa, and her hands went to my head, holding me in just the right position. I flicked my tongue up and down and from side to side over that little button while she squirmed and moaned on the bed.

[MFM] Convinced my wife on a first time visit to a Swinger’s Club in a new city.

This was a long time in the making for my wife and I to share this experience. She was reluctant for years to let anyone enter our marriage in a sexual way. She was loyal and always came back to our vows and she told me idea scared her because she was worried it would open a desire or kink inside her. I was always of the opinion just embrace it!

There was a venue in the city we visited that hosted swinger’s parties and had a clean and fun reputation as a adult club. We did some research together online and read reviews of other couples that were doing this type of thing for the first time. My wife read a review of a couple, similar age and almost identical circumstances to ours. High school sweethearts and looking to spice things up in the bedroom. The woman’s side of the review was that there was no pressure and most of the real kinky stuff went on behind curtains in private spaces. The review went on to say it was like a night club with a bit more class, better music and a really friendly crowd. My wife was convinced that she could go ahead with this type of new experience after reading and listening to others first experiences.

It was the weekend away from our city we had planned for a while. The kids looked after and we were set to try this new experience and see what may happen. We had great conversations about our boundaries and very clear on expectations and limits. This triggered conversation about what opportunities may present and how we would both act. My wife did want to say it but her cheeks were blushed and she was excited by the possibilities.

I had wanted to go for a good couple of years to an establishment like this and couldn’t believe it was happening! If I wasn’t so turned on that my wife committed I might have been nervous!

In our research we looked at what to wear, bring and if there was anything we needed to prepare, and was told to wear as little clothing as possible and expect the unexpected, so Em went simply wearing my favourite little black dress of hers, high heals, leggings and nothing else but her clutch handbag. This took some time to get her to agree but far out she looked smoking hot. Such a short dress with no panties!

We arrived at the club around a 1/2 hour before it opened for our arranged tour and introduction by the host. They did an excellent job running us through the club and expectations, behaviours and different spaces for particular types of play. We were surprised by the variety of rooms and activities there. We were excited but so nervous and I was taken how absolutely fascinated at how taken Em was by some of the rooms, she had that blush in her face again and I knew she was getting excited. There really was a room or area for everyone and kink! Overall, both of us were extremely turned on by the whole set-up. After the full tour we were invited to make our way to one of the many bar areas to grab a first free drink. By this point there was a number of couples and everyone was chatting, relaxed and having fun. This helped calm our nerves and we instantly started chatting with multiple people.

A number of people really took to us and everyone was good looking and appeared friendly. The energy in the rooms was building and so electric. We watched a number of people move to other rooms and couples and groups were starting to build in confidence and publicly play. Em was starting to comment on a few guys and cocks she was seeing. Em looked so gorgeous and I could see her squeeze her legs and squirm in her tight short dress! I was permanently hard and needing to go to the toilet and kissed Em and ran my hand up her short skirt towards her pussy as I left. Just this act alone in public was so exciting. Em flinched as my fingers lifted her skirt to show the room her pussy and ran up her already wet slit. I knew I would be gone for a bit to get my cock soft in order to pee.

While I was kurtköy escort gone she watched someone get flogged and fingered at a table and found herself getting wetter and more ready to play. Em was quite popular while I was gone and had received two proposals across the short time and she really fancied a dark early 30’s male who was topples and ripped with smooth black skin, beautiful abs and eyes that could melt any woman. He was a gentleman, confident and smelled like cinnamon and pine needles. He asked Em if she wanted to play. Em responded with a nervous start but was drawn in by his looks, smell and personality. They exchanged names and continued to chat while I was gone. Jason pointed out his wife to Em, who was seated in-between two guys with their cocks out while she controlled and alternately sucked each of them. She was also darker skinned and stunning.

Em asked Jason about is first time in a club like this and how long he has been coming. He was very happy to share. Jason told of his desires to have another guy rub up his wife’s pussy and breasts while he watched and that he lead his wife to the grop room the first time they came. The grope room is where you are, if comfortable, to be groped or touched by others. There is a rule of “confirm consent” where you are required to get a nod or a verbal yes before engaging. Jason spoke of how hot it was kissing her while she was rubbed and fingered at their first visit. All of the sudden Em’s next move when I arrived back was clear. She knew it was the grop room for her next stop after hearing Jason’s story. Jason saw That Em was turned on by the story and asked if they could meet when I was out. Em replied I think we would both like that. They cheers’ed drinks and agreed to meet there soon.

When I got back Em was alone and had a new sparkle in her eyes. Her cheeks where blushed and all I wanted was to touch her smooth wet pussy! Because I knew it was dripping just by looking at her. Em stood up and adjusted her LBD and reached out her hand and said “I know what room I want to visit now” she leant in, gave me a kiss and held her hand out for me to follow. This act alone was the highlight of my evening so far. I just loved her knowing and just going for it. I said “lead the way my minx”

The grop room had a cute little bar with its own barman. Em lead us straight to the bar and we got a top up. We then moved to the high table to lean on while we look out for talent. I mention to Em how fucking hot she looks tonight and ask what brings her to this room. Almost perfectly timed, Jason entered and I see her eyes drift and she says “him”. Nice choice I say. I am startled a little as I see he is making a B Line our way. He was perfection! I knew Em had good taste.

“I am Jason” he states as he reaches out his hand to shake mine. His voice was deep, smooth and super confident. I was thinking, fuck, not much more perfect examples of a back males body! He was ripped and perfection. He tells me he met Em while I was in the bathroom. And complimented her on how beautiful she was. I pulled her close as I mentioned how lucky I was and we gave each other a kiss.

We all knew the rules of the room and all had confirmation Em was comfortable. They way Jason and Em were gazing at each other said it all to be honest. I lift Em’s dress a little almost exposing her to Jason. Em leans into me for a kiss and I see her grab Jason’s hand as she came in towards me. She kisses me with new passion I haven’t had for a while. I see that Jason’s hand is placed on her side and his huge hand grasps her hip almost like he could pick her up in one arm.

As we kiss she feels his hand slide down her side to the bottom of her high sitting dress. Her kiss is startled and I almost hear a moan as she pulls away from me. His huge smooth hand disappeared under her dress and she now lets out a moan with her eyes shut tight and her mouth wide open. beykoz escort She slowly opens her eyes looking at me with a deep sense of pleasure. I lean in and kiss her neck while looking down at Jason almost instantly bring her to climax. Watching the contrast of his dark skin up against Em’s smooth white pussy was the hottest thing!

As he was rubbing I reached down to his hand and guided two of his fingers into her. This was the point of no return for Em and I almost came as well just watching this. Em came so hard and held back the urge what felt like a squirt at the same time. Once she stopped trembling I walked Em back a half steep for her to press up on the bar stool and I control Jason’s hand to stay in her. I can almost hear how wet she was. Jason kept his fingers in and began to pulse them in and out as she rests her legs on the bar stool.

Her legs are a little spread and her LBD ridding up to expose her black hand filled pussy to me and the room. I slide in behind his hand to put my fingers just touching her clit. I know after coming she can hardly be touched. She is so sensitive, but I knew she was ready to keep going. Jason knew where to hit inside her and he did his thing as I rubbed Em’s clit. The two of us worked in rhythmic class to have her coming in no time again.

Before we agreed on coming to the club we had set the rules and clarity on what we could and couldn’t do. The main don’t list was:

– [x] No penis penetration

– [x] No alone play (never leave each other)

– [x] No kissing other people on the mouth

– [x] No oral ( unless we agree)

I could see that the lines had been blurred already on our first encounter! I wanted to see Em suck Jason’s cock and I even wanted to see his dark cock slide in her. I could feel the pre-come in my pants and my cock was so wet, I felt if anything even brushed up on my cock I would cum.

Jason slowly removes his soaking hand and rubs his fingers up her pussy, Em’s legs shake and it rolled through her body like a dance, her hips and then her body and shoulders squirm. Jason’s other hand has already undone his pants and released his huge perfection of a cock! I am pretty confident in my own package, but this was perfect! I wanted to suck it!!!

Em let’s out a “it’s your turn now”

Em encourages Jason closer. His cock is only centimetres from her primed pussy. Em jumps off the stool in haste and pulls her dress down. The desire to see his cock slide in her was strong and I think she wanted Ed it too. Em’s hand grabs his huge cock and the other running over his abs.

Seeing her hand embrace a black cock and wrapped around it was almost enough to have me coming in my pants. By now his cock was upright and hard and she was pulling him off with her eyes fixed on his massive dark cock. He was way thicker and at least 2 inches longer then me. As Em was pulling him off she was moving closer to his abs and flirting with the idea of having his cock in her mouth. I could see her mouth action was wishing it was filled. It was a great cock. I let out with an approval “kiss it if you want” Em shakes her head saying no babe. I confirm it’s okay. Still shaking her head Jason steps a little closer having his cock almost hit her lips. She respectfully repositions a bit back from him shying away from this spectacular cock. She is pulling him and eyes locked on his cock, licking her lips she looks up at me with Jason’s cock so close now. I run my hand off her shoulder and behind her head. I gently push her towards him. His cock getting pulled by her now hits her lip. Her head pushes back on my hand to move away but I push back closing the space. She looks up at me and I reassure her. “It’s yours”

Em gives him the cutest little kiss on the tip and then shy’s away. I put a little encouraging pressure on the back of her head. Jason pushes his hips forward as I pressure and Em’s mouth slightly open takes üsküdar escort a little of his tip. Licking her lips like she had something sweet she takes one last look up and I affirm her. “It’s yours”

Em grabs Jason with two hands and takes the tip while working his long cock with her hands. Focused on the head before tilting sideways and working her way down the entire length. Jason was now moaning and not far off completely exploding.

I was filled with pleasure watching Em treat this cock and how much Jason was loving it was arousal overload. The way she worked it had him needing to cum real quick. Em was now working him and had one hand down between her own legs rubbing her dripping wet pussy. I bet she was thinking of sitting on a cock while she sucked jason.

I had a thought that jumped into my mind… I knew penetration was out of the question but Em on the bar stool was the perfect hight to have Jason rub is cock on her. I told Em to stop and stood her up, she was startled and was thinking I wanted to have a go at sucking him! but I sat her up and lifted her dress to expose her saturation to us both. “Let Jason rub his cock on you” I say. Em leans back a little and lifts her dress some more to fully show him. Jason walks in close pulling his huge cock. He stands over her with me holding her hand and her other stopping her dress from sliding down. He is between her legs looking down on her an wanking as he lowers his cock and slides it over the top of Em’s clit. Em tilts her head back and closes her eyes and let’s put a moan. I advise Jason “no penetration” of course he says. He is close to coming and he really moves his cock around Em’s wet pussy. I saw him focused on the entry to her pussy and Em is looking and sounds like she is close to cuming again. She squirms her hips and looks like she is even pushing back on his cock. She is so wet it could slip in easy, but Jason is careful and respectful. Em lifts her dress higher and is really moving in motion to his play and Jason tilts his head back and moans. I can see they are both about to cum!

Jason’s cock is pumping and about to explode! Here it comes. He pulls back and plasters Em with a huge and powerful load. It just kept coming. It was at least twice what my loads are! Her front and under her dress was covered and it was dripping down all over her pussy. Jason unleashed his load with accuracy all over her smooth pussy. He then moved in to rub his cock a little more to clean every last drop off him. I reached down to rub Em’s clit to finish her, she was covered! The wet pussy combined with Jason’s giz was super hot! Em was grabbing Jasons cock and pulling it as I was making her cum. It didn’t take long for Em to cum again as she was rubbing her pussy with his semi hard cock. I quickly jumped over to the nearby booth to get some tissues to clean Em up and puller her skirt back down. As I wipe Jason off Em we kiss and I tell her how hot that was watching him rub you.

Em continued to chat with Jason and I suggested we exchange details. Jason loves the idea and Em flags with me she has exhausted herself. We think about moving an exit.

As Jason is about to leave I ask him to wait. I sit Em back up on the stool and lift her skirt. I am ready to explode! “It’s my turn now” I slide my cock out and move into Em. Kissing her and rubbing my cock on her pussy I drop and enter her. I don’t recall her being this wet even after cleaning up down there. My cock slides in and Jason moves closer to grab her breast and kiss her neck. I am thick and pumped and close to cumming. It was a load I wanted to fill my wife with and in a primal was assert she was mine while Jason was there. My cock pumped and Em ground back hard on me and I loaded her up as I moaned loud. Jason rubbed her pussy while I was in there and Em moaned. Em and I kissed for a little while Jason finished playing with her pussy and I slid out. It was a huge load that dribbles out after my cock. I just came the hardest I every have and my legs were weak and em looked the most satisfied I have ever seen. Jason leans in and has a final parting rub of her pussy as he kisses her on her cheek. The three of us were in the moment so hard that we then realised we had an audience of about three other couples. They all smiled with approval and loved the show!

Author’s note: Thanks to Chief Hal for his proofreading assistance.

All characters in this story that are involved in any sexual encounter or scene are 18 years or older.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Hell, the only reason I agreed to the dare, was because I knew there was no way Chris was ever going to manage his dare. Neither of us are anywhere close to being part of the “in” crowd. We were part of that typical group of high school students that were more concerned with grades than sports. As a result, we were not socially popular, but we were almost always in demand to be study partners for the girls that wanted to skate by without working any harder than they had to. It’d been that way since my sophomore year. Now as seniors, we’re closing in on graduation, and just as in demand as before, this semester by those same girls, in chemistry class.

Chris was partners with Mandy Long. He had a crush on her, of course, but I doubt she had any interest in him at all, besides what he could do on homework for her, that is. I told him flat out that was the case, but he refused to believe me. Instead, pushing me into a bit of a bet. To prove she was interested in more than just his brain, all he had to do was to convince her to drop her pants for him and let him lick her pussy. If he could show me a picture of that, then I’d strip and jack off in the girls’ locker room, in front of my chemistry partner, Becky Williams. I knew Becky had no interest in me other than my brain, but I wasn’t worried; simply because, there was no way Mandy was EVER going to drop her panties for Chris, no matter how much he asked her.

So here I was, sneaking into the girls’ locker room during the football game, one of the few times the locker rooms are unlocked at night, with little chance of anyone coming into the locker room. The cheerleaders would all be on the field until the end of the game. Becky wasn’t a cheerleader, but she was still one of the hottest girls in school, or at least I thought so. The locker room was indeed empty when we slipped into it, we being me, with Becky following close behind.

“Now what?” She asked as we stood near one of the rows of Lockers. “I agreed to sneak in with you, so you going to tell me why now?”

I turned to look at her. “Would you believe me if I told you I had to get undressed and you’ve got to watch?”

“Say what? Are you serious?”

“I’m afraid so. I made a really lousy bet.”

“And you lost?” She asked with a shocked look. “Oh Jesus Billy, I don’t believe you. I’m risking getting suspended so you can pay off on a bet?”

“Well um, sorta. You see um, you’re part of the bet.”

“ME?! I’m not part of any stupid bet.”

“No. You um, you don’t have to do anything, you just have to watch and take a few pictures.”

“Take pictures? Of what?”

“Me, undressed.” I answered, feeling my face grow hot with embarrassment.

“Seriously? You got me to come in here with you so you could flash your junk in front of me?”

“Yeah, um, not hard, right?” I said quicky, blushing as I said it. “And um, on top of that, well, you sorta get to watch me jacking off.”

“You’re not serious!”

“Unfortunately, I am. The bet was to have you photograph me jacking off, naked, in the girls’ shower.”

She laughed. “Holy shit Billy. That’s why you wanted me to sneak in with you? To watch you do that?”

“Yeah, ‘fraid so.”

“I don’t believe this. I mean we can get suspended for this. I can’t afford that! I only came as a favor because you spend so much time helping me. But this?”

“I know. But if we’re quick…”

“Quick? How do you do that quick?”

“I’m not asking you to get undressed or anything. If we get caught it’s only me without clothes. Trust me, it won’t take long and I hate to welch on a bet.”

“But this? You’re assuming I actually want to see you do that!”

“All you have to do is take a picture with my phone. Come on. I’ve already offered to do your homework for two weeks.”

“Okay. Make it four weeks and I’ll stay!”

“Deal!”

“Better get to it then. I don’t wanna get caught in here with you.”

I walked to one of the benches and started undressing. I’d never actually been naked in front of a girl, except my sister. So, stripping in front of Becky, was more than a little awkward. Even more awkward to turn around and face her with a half hard dick, trying to cover it with one hand, my phone in the other.

“Well, um, yeah.” She said, taking my phone, but not taking her eyes off my crotch. “Um, maybe we better get started?”

“Yeah. We better.” I agreed, feeling horribly embarrassed. I turned and walked quickly to the showers and looked around. “Um one place is as good as another, I guess.”

“It would seem,” she said, following behind me. “Yeah.” I said, taking a deep breath. “Never done this in front of anyone before.”

“Never watched a guy do it either.”

I nodded and moved my hands. I leaned my back against the wall and closed my eyes. I wrapped one hand bostancı escort around my dick and started stroking it, even though it was still pretty soft. “I usually do this to something to watch.” I said, as I tried to picture Becky taking her shirt off.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t girls do that?” I asked.

“You mean jerk off? Not exactly.”

“No?” I asked as I stroked myself harder. “How do they do it?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“We, um, we usually rub our clit with our fingers.” She said sounding a little breathless. “What do you think about while you’re doing that?”

“This?”

“Uh. Yeah.”

“Honestly, I’m, uh, I’m imagining you undressing.”

“You are?”

“Yeah.” I answered, opening my eyes to look at her. She was staring at my dick as I stroked it, one hand holding my phone, the other rubbing under her skirt.

“Damn Billy!”

“What?” I asked, looking around.

“Your dick!”

“What about it?” I asked, stopping my strokes and looking down at myself.

“Shit! You’re big. I mean really big!”

“I’m not!” I protested.

“Shit yes. Only one I’ve seen bigger is my dad.”

“You’ve seen your dad?”

“Well, it was a dare from a friend. Sneak in, while he’s showering and take a picture. But he was doing what you’re doing. He looked really big, and you’re almost as big as he was.”

“I don’t think I’m that big.”

“Can I touch it?”

“You want to touch my junk?”

“Just a little. I want to feel how big it is.”

I shrugged nervously. I’d never been asked by a girl to let her touch my dick. “I guess.”

She stepped closer and reached out for my dick. I felt her warm hand wrap around my shaft, her fingers not able to reach all the way around. She started to slide her hand along its length. “Damn. It is big.”

“That feels good,” I groaned softly. She kept sliding her hand along my shaft, her fingers running over my engorged head with each stroke.

“You know, um, if you wanted, you could, um, you could touch me too if you wanted.”

“Under your skirt?”

“Unless you want me to take it off.”

“Take it off?”

She grinned. “Okay, since you asked nice.” She let go of my dick and in only a few moments her skirt was around her ankles, exposing a pair of tiny black panties that clearly had a very wet crotch. She wasn’t done yet though. She pushed her panties down to her knees, exposing her completely hairless pussy and mound. She reached for my hand and shuffled her feet slightly closer to me, pulling my hand to her pussy. I felt her hot wetness, as I let my fingers stroke her soft, protruding, inner lips. “Mmmm. That’s better.” She breathed softly, as she moved her hand back to my dick. “But if you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll rip it off!”

“Got it. Who’d believe me anyway?”

“Well, just don’t.”

“Not likely!” I gasped, as she stroked her hand along my shaft again. “Oh damn, that feels good!”

“I’ll take the picture when you come, if you let me know when.”

“Okay. Won’t be long, with you doing that.”

“Yeah. I know the feeling.”

“You like that?”

“Oh, hell yes! You’re hitting just the right spot.”

“So are you.” I panted, as she worked me closer and closer to coming. “I’m going to come in a minute.”

“So am I,” she whispered.

“Oh, damn Becky. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it!”

“So don’t!”

“The picture?” I gasped.

“Oh fuck! Yeah!” She mumbled, as she fumbled with my cell phone.

“MISS WILLIAMS! What are you doing?!” We heard from the doorway to the shower room area. Becky jerked her head around.

“FUCK! MISS SONG!”

I looked past Becky and saw the girls’ gym teacher and cheerleader coach walking into the shower room.

“Oh shit!” I gasped, as the enormity of the situation hit me. She walked over to within a few feet of us, Becky’s hand still holding my dick. I pulled my hand from between her legs and tried to push her hand away from my hardon, which she seemed to be gripping even harder.

“Miss Williams, just what the hell is going on here?”

“Um, nothing?” She answered hopefully.

Miss Song stood with her arms crossed. “Young lady, this is most certainly NOT nothing!”

“It’s my fault.” I started to say.

“I’m sure it is. And just who are you exactly? And don’t try to give me any fake names!”

“Um. Billy West ma’am.”

“Well Mr. West. Tell me, just how is this all your fault? Seems to me, it takes two for something like this.”

“I talked her into coming to take a picture of me doing this stupid dare. She just sorta got caught up in the moment.”

“And the stupid dare?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than getting caught naked in the girls showers?”

“I, um, I sorta had to have her take my picture, naked in the girls shower.” I said, blushing again.

“I see. And Miss Williams was your selection for this dubious honor?”

“Yes ma’am.” I admitted, looking tuzla escort down at the floor.

“Miss Williams, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt. You clearly exercised poor judgment getting involved in this. I would have expected better from you. Get your pants on and go. You and I will talk about this later.”

“Yes Miss Song.” She said, quickly pulling her underwear up from around her knees and then bending down for her skirt. Up until then I’d done a pretty good job of hiding myself behind her. But with her moving as she put on her skirt, I was left exposed. Miss Song stood only a few feet from me, her arms crossed just under her modest sized boobs, looking me up and down. She took long seconds working her gaze up and down my naked body, pausing twice looking at my hand covered crotch. “Here’s your phone, Billy.” Becky said, holding my phone out.

“I’ll take that.” Miss Song said, taking the phone from Becky, who looked apologetically at me before handing the phone to Miss Song and then leaving. She turned the phone to use my face to unlock it. “Well now. What should we do about you? Tell me again, just what you were supposed to have a picture of? I don’t see any picture of you standing there naked, so clearly there had to be something else involved.”

“It was supposed to be me coming.” I whispered, looking at the floor.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hear that. What did you say?”

“It was supposed to be of me coming.” I said louder, feeling my face burning red.

“I’m not sure I heard that correctly. Are you telling me Miss Williams was going to take a picture of you ejaculating in my shower room?” I looked at the floor and nodded. “I see. And this was some kind of dare?”

“I lost a bet and this was, well, this was what I had to do to pay off the bet.”

“I see. It seems like you went to a lot of risk to pay a silly bet.”

“Yes ma’am. It was.”

“Alright. Since you’re already paying the price, you might as well get your picture.” I looked up at her with a startled look. “Oh yes. You are clearly going to pay for this, so you might as well get what you’re paying for.”

“So, you want me to…”

“Finish what you started? Yes, I’ll take the picture.” I stared at her, more shocked than anything else. I didn’t really think about what she said about paying the price, it was more that she wanted me to stand there and jack off in front of her. “Well?”

“I. um. I don’t know.”

“It seemed like the two of you were doing a pretty good job of getting each other there when I walked in. I don’t see any reason you shouldn’t finish.”

“I don’t think I can.” I mumbled.

She looked down at me and stepped closer. “Put your hands on your head.”

“Huh?”

“Hands on your head.” She said simply. I moved my hands slowly from my crotch, exposing my flaccid dick and rested both hands on my head. She reached out and gently grasped my dick and began to play with it. She teased and tugged it, slowly getting it to grow in her hand. She slipped the phone into the pocket of her spandex yoga pants, and stepped in front of me. She used both hands on my dick and began to massage and tease my balls with her other hand. “Mmmmm. Seems like you have a fairly, good sized piece of hardware here. I can see why Miss Williams was getting into what she was doing. Probably thinking about what this would feel like sliding in and out of her hot, wet pussy. Is that what you think about when you stroke off, sliding it in and out of a hot wet pussy?” When I didn’t answer right away, she grinned a little. “I’m not surprised. Whose pussy are you thinking about now? Miss Williams, or mine?” I definitely was NOT going to answer that, especially since I was looking at her crotch and thinking exactly that. “Come on. You can answer me.”

“You,” I whispered, barely loud enough to be heard.

“I thought as much. Boys are so visual. Alright. Here’s something to look at.” She let go of my dick and in moments, pushed her spandex pants down to her thighs, exposing her from her waist to her thighs. She had a patch of short trimmed blonde curls on her mound, but the parts of her full round outer lips I could see were shaved bare. She had no inner labia protruding at all, making her pussy look much like what I’d seen on videos of teen girls, or at least, what the videos wanted you to think were teen girls, since everyone knew they had to be at least eighteen. Miss Song was older than that, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six years old. When she let go of her pants, she reached for the hem of the spandex shirt she had on, and pulled the bottom up, pulling it and the built-in bra up over her small, maybe C cup, boobs, leaving her naked from her upper chest to her thighs.

“Holy shit.” I breathed as I stared at her mostly nude body. She reached back to my dick and started stroking again, this time with both hands.

“Mmmmmm. That’s better. Now you’re getting really hard, and bigger too. Yeah, this is a very nice göztepe escort sized dick.” She whispered, as she stroked with both hands on my shaft, her fingers didn’t quite reach all the way around my shaft and touch her palms, and with both hands on my shaft, a couple inches and my mushroom head easily stuck up over her hands. Her strokes slid up and down my shaft, her hand sliding completely over my engorged head with each stroke. I could feel my pre-cum leaking and being spread over my shaft, but even so, it was clearly not enough lubrication. She leaned over me a little more and drooled saliva down onto my head as she continued to stroke. “There. Better?”

“Oh God, yes.” I groaned softly.

“You going to come for me?”

“Uh huh.” I panted in response, knowing that she had pushed me back, nearly to where I had been before. I could feel the warmth and tingle of my impending orgasm growing inside me, radiating out through my body. “Oh God. Gonna come.” I panted.

“Good. Let it happen.” She whispered, continuing to stroke me without moving from in front of me. “Let me see it.”

“Oh God.” I squeaked slightly, feeling my climax about to take over.

“That’s it. Let it happen. Come for me. Let me see your fat cock squirting all over me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To see your cum sprayed all over my tits and my pussy?”

“Oh damn.” I grunted, as I stared at her mostly naked body. I felt my body stiffen and then jerk hard, a huge gush of cum lancing out of my dick toward her. I watched, as the long creamy rope of cum pushed up through the air toward her, landing on her right breast, right next to her nipple. The sight of it seemed to make the next surge even stronger, spraying onto her other breast and leaving a long rope down her stomach. Half a dozen times I pumped cum out at her, her hands aiming my dick, so that I’d sprayed onto both tits and several smaller, less intense surges, onto her mound, some of it slowly sliding down onto her pussy lips. She let go of my now softening dick, letting it droop down between us, but not stepping away. She reached into the pants pocket by her knees and drew out my phone. She used my face to unlock it and then quickly found the camera app. She took several pictures, of my cum, on her tits and pussy, as well as leaking from my dick. Her final picture was of the head of my only partly hard dick, pressed to her incredibly sexy pussy lips, as if it were trying to push into her.

“Now to send them.” She whispered, sending the pictures to someone else as I stood there, leaning against the wall, still panting.

“Who did you send them too?” I asked in shock, suddenly afraid of who might see them.

“Not to worry. No faces are included. But just so you know, you just texted them to me. Now, if you want to, you can stand right there and watch or take pictures of me doing the same thing. Unless of course you want to make it happen.”

“Me?”

“You do know how to make a woman climax, don’t you?”

“Actually, Becky was the first one I ever touched in person, besides my sister once.”

“Well then, maybe it’s time you learned. If you’re going to expect a girl to do what I just did, you need to be able to return the favor.” She reached for my hand and pulled it to her crotch. “Now, just slip your hand between my thighs. Yes, like that. Now let your finger rub along my pussy lips. Yes, just like that!” She whispered, as I started to slide my hand back and forth between her thighs, the side of my pointer finger working between her hot wet lips. I could feel her lips spread and allow my finger between them and then saw her take in a quick breath. “There you go. You found my clit. Now you want to rub it, but not roughly. Make some of your strokes firm, and others softer, gentler. But that’s where you want to rub.” She reached down and set my phone between her legs, laying it on the crotch of her yoga pants. I could see it was videoing her pussy as I stroked it, filming my hand as well as her entire pussy. She took my other hand and lifted it to one of her breasts and then coaxed me to squeeze and twist one of her nipples. “Yes. There you go. That’s going to make me come. Ahhhhh, yes. I can feel it coming. It’s growing. Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop.” She panted.

I continued to stroke my fingers between her lips, teasing her with my strokes, pressing harder and then lighter, making her whole body seem to tremble and shudder. It went on like that for almost two minutes before she pulled my hand from between her legs. She reached down and got the phone, stopping the video.

“Now, you have something to watch while you jack off at home.” She said, as she fixed her pants and shirt, not bothering to clean any of my cum off of her. “Now, we have to do something about the price of all this. Since you like the girls’ locker room so well, I think it’s only appropriate that you police it up after cheerleading practice. Once the girls are all done, you can come in and pick up all the towels and clean things up. And while they’re practicing, you can be our mat boy.”

“Mat boy?”

“Someone to help get the mats out and put them away again after practice. I think you can handle it. Practice is Monday, Tuesday and Thursday from four to five. I expect to see you there. If not, some of those pictures of your dick might accidently get circulated around school.”

Peter Jones had left school at last, but with no idea of what he wanted to do with his life. One thing he knew was he wasn’t suited to further academic study and so had opted not to go to university. Nor was he particularly gifted mechanically, so something more practical was also of not much interest. He was looking for something in office management or administration, or possibly branching into sales. He had been taken on as a trainee at a local engineering distribution company. They wanted a general office worker drone and were prepared to give Peter a trial.

As part of his training, Peter would spend some time in each department before a decision would be made on where or if he would be offered a permanent position.

Although the business was only medium-sized, the owner Mr Howarth, wanted every employee to know about not only the office side but also the distribution side so that each would have an understanding of the roles of the others and the problems they encountered, or could cause for their co-workers. That way, he felt the business was more than just a place of work for everyone, and it seemed to pay off. Staff turnover was low, morale high and vacancies sought after. Peter had been lucky to get this chance and was determined not to blow it.

Peter’s first month was spent in the distribution center, picking and packing orders and checking off incoming deliveries from suppliers. All basic mundane tasks, but he soon learnt that the slightest lax in concentration could lead to costly mistakes being made.

After that, Peter rotated throughout the office departments, many of which overlapped. For his final rotation, over the next month, Peter was scheduled to work in the finance department. On Monday, Mr Howarth took him into their office and introduced him to the finance manager.

“Peter, this is Ms Ashworth, head of finance. She’ll be overseeing your training while you are in the finance department.”

“Hello, Peter. I hope you’re a hard worker and a quick learner.”

Ms Ashworth was stunning to look at. If she had been in her teens or early twenties, she would have been described as perky and cute: now in her very early forties, she was vivacious, vibrant and sexy. She still had that bouncy full-of-life energy that would give her the perky tag. Now it was tempered by an overall polished gloss that comes to a mature woman still in her prime.

She was tallish, with a firm, trim body that, even in office dress, hinted at just how desirable it was. And long legs that seemed to never end. Her pleasantly sculptured face was framed by shiny, raven black hair cut in a shaggy bob. The epitome of a modern yet sexy businesswoman.

“Are you a quick learner?”

“Err… yes, I like to think so.”

“That’s good because if you’re going to do well here, that’s what I need, a quick learning, hard-working assistant.”

“I’ll try to do my best to please you,” Peter managed to stammer. This woman was almost old enough to be his mother, and he wasn’t sure if he fancied her or found her intimidating. Not that he ever dreamed he would have a chance of doing anything with a woman like her. Hell, the younger girls in the other departments had frightened him with their teasing and jokes, and they were nowhere near as desirable as Ms Ashworth.

Peter was an awkward, shy and sensitive boy. He’d not had much, if any luck, with girls at school. Now, here he was, just turned eighteen and cast into the demanding business world, with its subtle undertones of sexual adventure.

Peter’s reverie was broken as Ms Ashworth turned on her heel and walked away, “Come on, let’s find you somewhere to work. And my name’s Lisa.” Peter was taken to a spare desk opposite a pair of flirty young girls and put to work sorting out some invoices.

The two girls seemed friendly and helped him settle in, although they were rather crude in openly discussing their boyfriends and what they would do with them. They paid no attention to the unease they seemed to be causing their young, shy co-worker.

Ms Ashworth had one of only two private offices in the company, the other, naturally belonging to Mr Howarth. Every time Peter had to go into her office, he was unsure where he stood with her. Whether he was making a good impression and doing a good job; or if he wasn’t. Sometimes Ms Ashworth would be laughing and joking with him; the next, she would take him to task for some minor error. During his second week, Peter had to take some reports and invoices to her for signing off. Mrs Ashworth looked up at him from her desk. “Peter, this just won’t do,” she said softly.

‘What, why, what have I done wrong?’ Peter asked himself.

“Peter, why are you wearing a tie? You know it’s not the sort of thing needed in this office. Only customer-facing staff need to be so formally dressed.” Ms Ashworth stood up, walked over to Peter, undid the tie around his neck, and then pulled it from under his collar. Somehow the innocent gesture was filled with sexual innuendo, more so when her fingers lingered ataşehir escort on his cheek for a fraction longer than was strictly necessary. Peter did not know what to do or say as his two colleagues looked on through the open office door silently as he went red with embarrassment.

On the Friday afternoon of Peters’s third week in finance, he was alone in the office, shutting down his computer as things were winding down for the weekend when Ms Ashworth came over.

“Peter, is there nobody else here?”

“Err, no, they’ve all finished for the week. I was just shutting down myself.”

“Damn, is it that time already? Well, anyway, how’ve you found your time working for me?”

“Great, actually better than I imagined. It’s a lot more complex than I thought it would be. I’m enjoying it.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that to please me?”

“No, I’d never do that.” The raised eyebrow made Peter realise the mistake he had made. However, that was tempered by a smile as he tried to correct himself.

“It’s okay. I know what you mean. You’re not sucking up to me. And I’ve noticed your work over the weeks. You’re diligent and seem to have a feel for things,” Ms Ashworth said. “Now, I know it’s a bit short notice, and the weekend as well, but you did say that you were a hard worker and eager to learn, and from what I’ve seen, that’s true, flexible as well. Do you think you’d be willing to help me out with a rush job that’s just come in? I was hoping to catch Cheryl before she went, although she’s not the best choice for this sort of task.”

“Yeah, sure. When?”

“Now. I know it’s Friday, but I need to get these figures worked through tonight. You didn’t have anything planned, did you? I mean, a young lad like you must have plans for Friday night, not like an old lady like me.”

“I’ve got nothing to do. And you’re not old.”

“Thank you, but I am compared to you. So, what would you say if we were to do the work from my house? I can order us a pizza, and we can get things finished in a couple of hours, plus it would be more comfortable than here. Also, it is rather sensitive work and despite the office being empty, I would feel better if nobody could see what we were doing.”

“Are you sure I’m the person you need?”

“You said you’re a hard worker and a quick learner, and from what I’ve seen, that’s true. All I really need is somebody to check through what I’m doing. It’s going to be pretty boring, but with the two of us, the job will be done much quicker than I would be able to do on my own. Do you think you’re up for that?”

“Yeah, sure, if you think I am.”

“Peter, I know you’ll be up to whatever I ask from you. But one thing, this is a very, very sensitive project you will be helping me on. Only Mr Howarth and I know what it is, and it must stay like that for the time being. Come on then, let’s go. The sooner we start, the sooner we can get finished and then I won’t eat into your weekend more than I need to. I’ve got all the info I need already. And Peter, I’m glad you’re more relaxed in your dress; it suits you.” With that, Lisa Ashworth turned and walked quickly away, leaving Peter trailing in her wake. He couldn’t help but admire the sway of her hips and cute arse, nor the long legs, which were striding along so confidently.

Lisa Ashworth strode to her soft-top Audi TT and popped the boot lid, throwing her laptop case into it, before sliding behind the wheel.

“Wow, nice car,” Peter enthused.

“Yeah, I got it as part of my divorce settlement.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not. The first time I caught my ex cheating, I forgave him. Then when I found him fucking a cheap little slut I divorced him. He got the slut and the dog, so that was two bitches for him to care for. Me, I got the house, the car, and my freedom. So I downsized the house and upgraded the car.”

As Peter sank into the black leather passenger seat, he couldn’t help but see how high Ms Ashworth’s tight skirt had ridden up her legs, giving him an unhindered view of her stunning thighs.

“Stop gawking at my legs, and put your seatbelt on.” Ms Ashworth said as she operated the control that dropped the roof before she gunned the throttle, dumped the clutch and powered the sports car confidently out of the car park.

Classic FM was playing on the stereo as Ms Ashworth guided the car smoothly for the half hour it took them to drive from the factory to her home. Peter was entranced as he sat quietly. The wind tugged at his hair as they drove along. He couldn’t help but take a chance and look at Ms Ashworth’s exquisite legs as she shifted gear. Once, he thought he saw one of his old schoolmates as they drove past. That would be a blast if he’d seen them. Driving directly into the garage after the remotely controlled doors had opened, Ms Ashworth stopped the car, raised the roof and got out. Giving Peter another long look at her legs.

As they entered the lounge, Ms Ashworth placed pendik escort her laptop bag on the table. Firing up her computer, she told Peter to read the file she gave him and to check out the financial statement. Peter did as he was told, and soon they were cross-checking numerous financial details. That’s when Peter realised they weren’t dealing with an internal account.

“This stuff we’re doing, it’s not our companies,” Peter suddenly exclaimed.

“No, and I’m glad you picked that up. Now I can tell you what the project is and why it is confidential. We’ve made a bid to take over one of our competitors. I am doing the financial due diligence before we close the bid. So we need to be thorough and accurate.”

“Wow, and you trust me?”

“Your job is simply to read out the figures you see, and I’ll check them against the ones I have. All the serious stuff has already been done. This is the final check-over. But it is still very important. We can’t afford to make any silly errors.”

After about an hour’s work, Lisa Ashworth sat back and stretched, easing her back. Peter couldn’t help but notice her boobs were straining against the material of her blouse.

Lisa stood up and closed her laptop, leaving Peter the impression that they had finished work. That hadn’t taken so long, he thought. That’s when his world tilted upside down and changed forever.

Lisa stood in front of Peter and slowly began to undress, and never for a second did she take her eyes off him. Noting every emotion that crossed his stunned face. Peter was too shocked to move.

Beginning with her white silk blouse, pulling it from the waist of her black pencil skirt that was cut just above knee-length. Starting at the bottom, she undid each button in turn until the blouse gaped open, and Peter could see her full breasts encased in a skin-toned bra.

Leaving her blouse as it was, Lisa reached behind her, and Peter heard the zizz of the zip of her skirt as it lowered. Lisa eased the skirt over her hips, letting it drop to the floor. Then she shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and let that join her skirt.

Peter muttered, “Oh my God,” as he looked at her fantastic body as she stood before him dressed in the bra, a black garter belt and sheer dark stockings.

It took a moment for it to sink in before Peter realised that Lisa wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy, with its neatly trimmed pubic hair, was exposed to his view. For Peter, as young and innocent as he was, it was one of the sexiest visions he’d ever cast his eyes over. Then again, for any man, it would have been.

“You’re…. you’re not wearing any panties,” he gasped.

“I know, naughty of me isn’t it.”

“But we’ve come straight from work.”

Lisa giggled a deep sexy giggle as she replied, “I sometimes do that, just for the fun of it. It makes me feel daring, knowing what I’m like, and what all the men would do to see me that way. And now, everytime you see me at work, you’ll wonder if I’m wearing any or not.”

Lisa reached behind her and flicked the clasp of her bra undone, she didn’t tantalise and tease Peter but let the garment drop to the floor. Her medium-sized breasts, capped with small, dark brown nipples, bounced as they came into Peter’s view, causing him to swallow in amazement at the sight. His eyes kept jumping from her breasts to her pussy. The poor boy was so overwhelmed he just didn’t know where to look.

The confident woman which is Lisa Ashworth, was still unsure if she was doing the right thing. Peter seemed so hesitant and unknowing. She’d expected him to instantly grab her as she stood before him, all but naked. But the boy was sitting like a statue. Then, she realised he must be a virgin. Her plan to seduce the youngster for a bit of casual, wild sex suddenly became much more enticing to her.

Lisa sidled over to where Peter was sitting, cupped his chin in her hand as she bent forward, her boobs dropping lower to swing and sway, and kissed Peter once, very gently on his lips. Taking hold of his trembling hand, she pulled him to his feet and led him to her bedroom.

Standing in front of him, she pressed her toned body hard against his as she kissed him again. This time forcing her tongue deep into his mouth and finding his, twisting and playing with it. This, at last, brought a reaction from Peter, apart from the feeling of his rock-hard cock pressing between them as they kissed. His hands went around her back and began to caress her body.

A hand dropped lower and squeezed her arse, making Lisa moan. Her hands were around Peter’s back and twirling in his hair as she continued to kiss him.

Overcoming his shock and disbelief that this was happening, Peter grew more confident as Lisa didn’t push him away. His hand moved to the front and he held Lisa’s breasts, one in each hand squeezing them gently. Lisa moaned involuntarily as his palms cupped her and rubbed over the sensitive aching nipples. Her pussy was already wet ümraniye escort and hot.

Allowing Peter to fondle her tits, Lisa somehow managed to get Peter’s shirt and then his pants and underwear off him. Grasping his cock between her fingers as soon as she could. Lisa stroked the solid member a couple of times, conscious not to over-excite him too much.

Peter’s fingers found their way to Lisa’s hot and wet pussy, gasping in awe as he slid a finger inside and worked it in and out. Lisa ground down on his hand. At the same time as she eased her stroking of his cock. She needed to get as close as she could before she could allow Peter to enter her, instinctively knowing that he wouldn’t last long when he did.

As her excitement grew, Lisa fell onto her bed, pulling Peter down with her. Her legs spread as wide as she could get them to. Instinctively Peter knew he had to get between Lisa’s legs and did so as soon as possible. Lisa took hold of his achingly throbbing cock and guided him to her entrance. Instantly Peter felt his cock end pressing between Lisa’s hot folds; he rammed forward and buried himself up to his balls into her making her gasp at the force he slammed in with.

Peter’s hips began to power his cock in and out of Lisa with a primitive, primeval intensity. She wasn’t the older, more experienced woman seducing a young boy now. She was there for his enjoyment and release. Lisa reacted to the urgent way she was being fucked and responded in kind. Matching Peter’s

intense thrusts with those of her own. Using her legs, which were pulled back alongside her hips, to thrust her pelvis against him.

The pair of them were grunting and moaning, Lisa occasionally screaming out as they rutted like a pair of animals, each lost in the primitive intensity of the moment.

Peter’s body suddenly went stiff, and his movements stopped as he cried out. His cock pulsed and fired a blast of hot cum into Lisa, filling her pussy. He pulled back until his cock was halfway out, and then he slammed back in again as more and more cum jetted from his cock. Lisa wrapped her legs around Peter’s waist as her pussy clenched and released on him as she milked him for all he could give her. Her fingers had formed into claws, nails digging into Peter’s back and arse like talons.

Exhausted and emotionally drained, Peter collapsed in a panting, sweating heap on his boss, burying his head in her shoulder as he continued regaining his breath. Unable to comprehend what had just happened to him.

As she lay back, her body still shaking from the raw sex, Peter’s young body now alongside her, Lisa said, “That was your first time, wasn’t it?”

It was a few moments before Peter replied quietly, “Yeah, I’m sorry if it wasn’t any good for you. If I was no good.”

“Any good? Fuck me, Peter,” a short giggle then, “well, you just did that. And you were as good as you could be for your first time, better than I could have expected. I realised early on, but it’s not a problem. I think it’s great that I was your first. That’s something I’ve wanted to experience, being a boy’s first. Women have that desire, as much as men do, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Wow.”

“Now, phone for a pizza, the numbers programmed in the phone while I go for a quick shower, and you’d better phone your mum if she’s expecting you home early.” With that, Lisa bounced off the bed and skipped into her adjoining bathroom. Soon the sound of cascading water could be heard.

Peter wasn’t sure what to do after he’d phoned for the pizzas, so he got dressed, went into the lounge and sat down. Still trying to come to terms with what had just happened. He’d had sex. He’d been seduced. Well, it wasn’t much of a seduction. Lisa had simply undressed and dragged him into her bedroom, not that he’d objected or resisted in any way. He’d had sex! Sex. With an older woman. A very sexy and attractive older woman and she was his boss. God, he thought, I hope I haven’t cocked things up and get fired, not realising that it would be Lisa, who would have been in trouble as she had misused her position of power over him.

Just then, Lisa walked into the lounge wearing a very short and very sexy robe. Leaving most of her legs exposed to Peter’s view, along with a fair amount of breast, as the wrap wasn’t pulled very tight. She frowned as she saw Peter was fully dressed.

“What’s this? Have you had enough?”

“I didn’t know what to do. I thought that that would be it.”

“Silly boy, why did I tell you to order some pizzas if I didn’t want you to stay and we could have some more fun. That’s if you’d like to, that is.”

“God, yes.”

“Good, so go and get a shower, then put on the robe I’ve left for you. Have you phoned home? No. Well, give me your number, and I’ll do it for you.”

As Peter walked back into the lounge after his shower, he heard Ms Ashworth talking on the phone to what must be his mother.

“No, honestly, it’s no trouble. Peter’s been very kind to help out, and I’m sorry it’s at such short notice… Well, that’s okay. Yes, he’s coming along very well, and this sort of commitment and enthusiasm is well-liked by the company. It’s been noted, and I think it will lead to him being taken on full-time. Yeah, I’ll make sure he gets home… although if it gets too late, it would be no trouble for him to stay the night.

I’ve wanted to do a flash story for some time but writing something short and quick was avoiding me. That is, until this morning. I woke up with the following in my head and had it typed before noon. It’s something different for me in the sense that it’s short and mostly sex. I contemplated carrying it further and may do so in the future because there’s certainly room to expand, but not right now. It’s told from the woman’s point of view where she intertwines the history of how it started as she’s being screwed into the mattress. Enjoy.

Learning

For the past three weeks I’ve been enjoying the best sex in over ten years, in that time there have only been a few men, but all of them left me wanting. I’m under a 19-year-old with a big dick who almost daily furthers his knowledge of how to use it, I’m having the time of my life teaching him. I’m 47 and thought I’d never see a solid fucking like he’s been giving me. Nor did I believe I would love every minute of being ridden like a three-dollar whore. The answer to my question is a simple one, he’s fucking me like there’s no tomorrow because that’s the way I taught him. He’s had me at least every other night and many mornings since it started, not once have we made slow tender love.

A slow sensuous time will happen, just not right now, right now this old girl needs to be worshipped as he pummels my hungry cunt with his almost nine-inch dick. Oh yes, I know they’re rare, but somehow, I hit the jackpot with this lad who happens to be one of those RARE ones. He was as dumb as a bag of rocks the first night I had him in my bed, but oh my, does he have talent now. I was concerned if I could fit all of that lovely meat in me the first time, after a half dozen strokes he went off before he was halfway inside. Which gave me time to settle him down and coax him through the next lesson.

His young age is a huge bonus, not only does he recover quickly he also has a nice thick creamy load each time. With him raring to go again after the first attempt I took hold of his cut cock and slid it in, the feeling of a huge blood engorged swollen head pushing inside spreading the walls for the rest to follow was heavenly. With my hands on his hips I slowly moved him in and out until he was balls deep, I had never been that full of cock before. As my body adjusted I let go of his hips and told him to fuck me like he owned me.

I’ve had more cum in this older pussy in the past three weeks than I’ve had since I dumped my cheating husband ten years ago. kadıköy escort I’ve already climaxed twice during our present fuck, he just lifted my legs and has ahold of my ankles like a set of goalposts as he hammers into my body. His body is colliding with mine, my breasts are swaying back and forth with every slap of our skin meeting. The juices from my still working pussy have created a thick ring of white lather at the base of his lovely meat pole. I say still working because I’m one of those older women who still gets wet from vaginal stimulation. Though I’m not fond of still having a menstrual cycle, I am fond of being able to have an inviting juicy pussy to offer Samuel.

His grip on my ankles is increasing, one of the tells that he’s getting close to filling me with baby making seed. Thank god I’m on the pill or he’d have knocked me up by now. I loved when he was close to cumming, the head of that monster inside me would swell, the thick veiny shaft would harden more than it had been and then, the most marvelous part. I would feel my reward pulsing through the ureter destined for the end of his dick and my vagina.

It was as if the kid deposited quarts of semen inside me instead of a tablespoon or two which is on the high side of normal. I knew it wasn’t a quart, but that’s how it felt. Let me put it this way, when I would get up to use the potty and clean up after a raucous fuckathon, the cum would literally run out of me. Not a trickle or a drop, I would feel it running down my thighs if I didn’t cup myself while I scooted to the bathroom I would cup the vulva with my hand, but it still ran out, all over my fingers, having sticky sperm coated fingers by the time my butt hit the toilet seat had become a common occurrence. He was slowing ever so slightly, his cock was expanding, the veins alongside the shaft seemed to pulse. His breathing had changed to grunts and soft moans, it wouldn’t be more than a few more thrusts. He would unload those young potent balls inside which would send me into the next sheet grabbing, tit squeezing climax.

His strokes were now more concentrated, making sure it was a full stroke instead of speed. With a loud “oh fuck” he slammed forward, his pelvis tight to the pudenda, pulse after pulse inside me. Like a water hose that had been turned on full blast. It felt hot, it was deep and made my body quiver, I could feel it hitting the cervix, painting my vagina with his seed. There was no doubt kartal escort in my mind some of those little fuckers spewing from the end of his dick were going to find their way through my cervix. Thank god they had no chance of living there. The last thing I need at 47 is a big tummy.

His cock is jerking more than usual, he’s cumming hard, I mean extremely hard. He’s moaning loudly, wheezing and hissing through his teeth, I can see drool forming at the corners of his mouth, his cock is still shooting baby bullets deep inside my love cavity. When he lets go of my ankles I dig my heels into his ass cheeks and hold him tight to my body as long as possible. The vaginal muscles are working overtime, gently caressing his cock, milking him, waiting until the last tiny dribble lies inside me. On extended arms he’s now slumped over me, drool has dropped from his lower lip onto my chest. It sounds gross, but to me it displays the lust this boy has for me.

As his dick plops out I can feel the stream of warm thick liquid running out of me. There won’t be a need to cup and run this morning, we wisely placed a doubled towel under my ass before he sank those lovely eight and a half inches inside me. Yes, I measured and took pictures. At some point I’ll share them, and possibly him, with my two oldest and closest girlfriends. Both divorced and horny most of the time.

When we meet for coffee or lunch they talk about how bright and content I look these days, I smile and squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to quell the horniness wanting to creep into my well used and still dripping pussy. I’ve started wearing a light day’s pad if he decides he needs to empty his balls deep within me anytime that we’ll be leaving the house afterward. Which is most mornings. I certainly don’t want to send him into the world of academia with blue balls. I tried wearing a thong to tease and incite, but the pad wouldn’t stay in place very well. I settled for satin bikini’s instead, he loves the texture, says it makes him hard to slide his hand inside my jeans and feel those smooth shiny panties hiding his playground.

I find it interesting that a small pink slit between my legs has such power over this guy, after all he’s at least six feet tall and weighs two hundred something. Yet, he’ll do nearly anything I asked if the promise of pussy is his reward. I’ve never been one to shave and sure as hell don’t intend to start now, however I have been trimming to maintain maltepe escort a nice V instead of a dense jungle.

He’s finally recovered enough to sit back, still breathing heavy with a satisfied smile on his face. I’ve yet to introduce him to a blow job, that will be soon, and when it does, he’ll be mine until he finishes college. It will be my mouth or pussy he fills from here on, and no other.

Lifting up each leg he softly kisses the soles of my feet and then sets them on the mattress. I’ve read about sucking toes and other foot fetishes, thankfully he’s not into that. His gesture is one of passion and thankfulness. As he backs up a long string of cum stretches from my vagina to the tip of his dick leaving a trail of wetness along the towel and onto the sheet. I grin as I recall the first time I had him take me from behind. He was an animal, gripping my hips so hard it left bruise marks, I absolutely loved it. When he pulled his dick from me cum literally ran out. It was all over the sheets.

After he washes his appendage of our combined juices he returns with a warm washcloth and gently wipes away the mess he’s created between my legs. The finishing touch is him leaning down and kissing the middle of my muff.

He speaks for the first time since we began our wake-up fuck, “I should get going, I have an early class. Wear something sexy for supper, I want to take you bent over the couch like you showed me last week. The less I have to take off your body the sooner I can make you scream.”

I reach out for him to take my hand and pull me upright. Sitting I can feel semen leaking from me, I smile and kiss his hand.

“I’ll wear that baby doll you like so much with no panties.”

His eyes twinkled as he speaks, “No bra either, I wanna see your tits moving when I fuck you from behind. By the way, I read a story in a magazine about a woman sitting on the guy’s face while he eats her. Can we do that sometime?”

Ah, be still my beating heart, “Yes Samuel, we can do that. Do well in classes today. I’ll be waiting without panties or a bra when you walk in the door sweetie. Ready for you to stuff my pussy once more.”

He kissed my cheek and left. Soaking in a tub of extremely hot water with bubbles all around I couldn’t get over how fortunate I was. Just think, he’s only a sophomore and will be living with me another two years after that. By the time he graduates I’ll be the most sexually satisfied woman in Carver County. I know I’ll be ready for him when he walks through the door later today, my ass will be pointed toward him and my legs spread. One thing is for sure, he will know how to please the woman he marries. A smile overtook my face as I thought about the last thing he said before walking out the door.

“It’s great living with you gramma, these have been the best three weeks of my life.”

#All characters in this story are 18 years old and above.#

Author’s Note – the start is slow and if you’re someone that hates a slow build-up this is not for you.

I don’t want to waste your time so here’s a quick peep of what to expect –

‘My entire shaft was engulfed in a warm wet embrace, like one massive slopy kiss. Mushy folds pressed tightly against it from all sides, daring me to go deeper. And without even realizing it, I was pumping in and out of her wet cunt, each thrust trying to squeeze the sperm out of my length. She moaned softly as I repeatedly filled her snatch to the brim, her face an expression of pure satisfaction.’

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“Benjamin!” hissed someone and I rolled aside on my bed, still half-asleep and fully engrossed in a wet dream about fucking Riley Andrews.

“Ben!” came the voice again and something shook me roughly. Finally, my eyes fluttered open to find a cute slender face staring at me with wide hazel eyes. Her blonde hair was neatly tied, and it took me a second to realize that I was looking at Sophie -my one and only best friend.

“Sophie! What the fuck are you doing here!” I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice down so that I didn’t wake up the entire house.

“Come on, we’re going for a run.” And sure enough, she was clad in tight black leggings and a matching sports-bra with multiple straps the crisscrossing her back in order to keep her bulging bosom in place.

“Not this again,” I grumbled, pulling open the sweaty covers.

“If you want to land hoes, you gotta put in the effort,” she reminded me. During the last few months, I had turned into a cum sock reeking of testosterone and sexual frustration. Even jerking off three times a day was not enough and it was going to drive me crazy this summer. “Riley Andrews haunting your dreams again? Or was it Ashely this time?” she asked innocently with a sly smirk.

“Wha- You should have knocked!” I stammered as I realized what had happened. My proud eight inches and half had propped its usual morning tent on my thin boxers.

“And wake up the entire house?”

I Put up an angry face to cover my embarrassment, and demanded “Wait, how did you get in?”

“Your window happened to be wide open. Now come on, we’re going to be late.”

We entered a familiar jogging path that skirted around the town’s edges, going in and out of some of the local parks with the occasional lake following it. It was quite peaceful in the early hours of the morning, and we had the entire trail to ourselves, spare the mockingjays that never seemed to run out of breath. Sophie had been my only true friend for as long as I could remember. We used to be all over each other as kids, doing everything together; from playing ball to gossiping about the latest release from the rumour mill. And surprisingly, that friendship had lasted through the years despite us being at the very extremes of the school-social hierarchy. I was your average lean nerd that spent his time on league of legends and perhaps a good book from time to time, whilst Sophie had grown out to become a part of the school’s popular clique and gone out to join the cheerleading squad. And ever since she had started hanging out with the ‘cool kids’ I had been waiting for the day our friendship fell apart. But that day never came, and fingers crossed, will never come.

We picked up the pace and began jogging at a steady pace, enjoying the warm summery air with the loose gravel crunching underneath our feet. I glanced over at Sophie who was a few feet in front of me and couldn’t help but admire the way those leggings hugged her curvaceous ass, begging for a good, hard slap. And as my eyes travelled up her body, it was almost impossible to miss her mouth-watering assets which strained against the poor bra, swaying up and down. Snap out of it Ben! I chastised myself. Our friendship had always been platonic, but then again, Sophie hadn’t always had big boobs.

“My parents are flying off again,” I tried to strike up a conversation to distract myself. My parents regularly flew off, for work. And I was one never to complain since it meant I would be having the entire house to myself.

“Again? But didn’t they just-“

“Come back? Yeah. And they’re getting a babysitter!” I was still bitter about the whole thing; that was my summer money down the drain since I would no longer be paid to look after my 2-year-old baby sister. “I mean seriously, how irresponsible am I?”

“Didn’t you feed her frozen pizza one time?”

“We don’t talk about that,” I replied sternly, drawing a soft giggle from her.

“I won’t be here for the next two weeks, off to see my dad.” Sophie’s parents had divorced long time ago, but she still remained close with her dad.

“You’re going to leave me alone with a 2-year-old and an old granny!” I protested begrudgingly.

“It’s only two weeks Ben, you’ll live, you’ll live.”

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“May, çekmeköy escort we’re running late!” hollered my dad, looking impatiently at his wristwatch.

Buzz!

“Honey, she’s here, get the door, will you?” yelled back my mum. With all the shuffling and shouting my two-year-old sister started sobbing which sent Max, our dog, into a series of whimpers.

“Benjamin!” snapped my mum, the effective use of my full first name grabbing my attention.

“Yea?” I asked exasperated.

But my mum suddenly decided to ignore me and turned around to address the stranger that had entered the room. “Diana dear, thank you so much for coming, I’m so sorry about the last-minute request, but we really couldn’t find anyone else. Diana, this is Ben, Ben, Diana, your babysitter.”

“May! We’re gonna miss the flight at this rate!” barked my dad.

“Coming honey. Now be a good boy Ben. You too Emma” said my mum, giving both me and my little sister quick hugs, before rushing out with a flurry of bags and luggage.

A few minutes later, I heard a car pull off into the night with screeching tires and I looked at the young woman who stood in front of me, her conservative clothes failing to hide the supple body underneath.

“You’re staying here?” I asked, looking at the large suitcase near the doorway.

“Well, a two-year-old does need twenty-four-hour care. Now your mum said something about a spare bedroom?”

With a pleasurable sigh, I booted up the PlayStation and hopped onto a game of Grand Theft Auto. It was eternal peace and tranquillity, not having to worry about your parents scowling at you whenever you ran over someone, and blood splattered across the windscreen of your vehicle making your baby sister scream in delight.

“Emma’s in bed, and sound asleep,” said Diana quite proudly, before crashing next to me on the couch.

“Thanks…I guess” I mumbled, focusing on dodging the oncoming traffic whilst four police cars and a chopper came after my ass.

“Fucking retard,” I growled as a ten-wheeler came out of nowhere and swiftly ended my avatar’s life.

“Come on let me have a go.”

“Sure,” I said shrugging, smiling inwardly. It was not an easy game by any means. Diana took the controller, and restarted the run, and I immediately noticed the lithe body next to me. She had changed to a much more revealing pair of shorts and a skimpy skinny that swelled outward with the massive goods inside. I tore my eyes away and looked back at the screen to see her drift a sharp corner and lose the chopper under a bridge.

“How old are you again?” I asked blatantly as she completed the mission with ease.

“Twenty-eight,” she grinned. That would explain why she looked so fucking great. It was going to be a long two weeks.

“BEENN!” screamed Diana. I had woken up in the middle of the night with a raging boner and the need to release my bladder. Only my parent’s bedroom had a walk-in bathroom and everyone else had to share the one down the hallway. Without bothering to switch on any lights, I had made my way to the fairly large bathroom and closed the door behind, leaving it unlocked. And of course, it took forever to start urinating with a boner and that’s when the doorknob turned and…

“Sorry, I never lock the door,” I explained weakly as she snapped around and closed the door behind. Had she seen it? Did it matter? But something told me that she had looked quite stunned.

“Who’s a good little baby? Say ahh” Emma opened her mouth and Diana leaned down and successfully swooped in with a spoon, giving me a firm view of her dangling cleavage. Still in a state of slumber, I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of orange juice, unaware of my morning wood which had propped its usual tent under my thin shorts.

“Morning,” I grumbled, slumping at the kitchen counter before taking a long swig from the bottle.

“We’re running short on a few things, so I’m going to head out,” said Diana, whose eyes had followed my waving erection.

“I’ll drive you,” I offered.

“What about the baby?”

“The baby will be fine Diana, just dump it inside the play-cot. Besides, it’ll only take fifteen minutes tops.”

With the busty 28-year-old strapped in, I put the old family van into gear, and turned left for the local super-market. My eyes couldn’t ignore how seatbelt squeezed against her bust as I checked my mirrors.

After having loaded up a few essentials and more baby-food, it was finally time to head back. The early morning hours had meant there were no queues and we had gotten everything fairly quickly. And it was finally time to address the elephant in the room.

“Look, about last night,” I started rather uncomfortably.

“Relax, Ben, it was just a fun little accident,” she chuckled.

“Fun?” I inquired.

“Judging by your reactions, I’m guessing you’re still içerenköy escort a virgin?”

“Yes,” I admitted shamefully and rather bitterly.

“It’s been a long time since I did it too. Long time,” she added wistfully.

“Why? It shouldn’t be that hard for someone like you,” I said shrugging.

“Well, my ex-husband…that’s why. But I do miss the poundings he used to give me.” The last sentence sent a twitch through my length. “You’ve got a nice dick Ben, from what I saw last night. So much wasted potential in my opinion.” I could barely breathe at this point in time. She then shook her head and left the conversation hanging, as if she had changed her mind last minute.

We were back on the couch that evening, and a fresh mission awaited me. But unlike the previous evening, Diana was snuggled next to me, which of course I didn’t mind.

“Oh no,” I groaned.

“What?” she asked but there was no need for any further explanation since a half-naked stripper hopped inside my car with a slutty, ‘hey baby!’

“Kids these days,” smirked Diana.

“Hey, it’s the closest thing to the real deal that I’m ever going to get,” I pointed out defensively. “And I’m never getting laid,” I sighed miserably after having braked too hard, causing the half-naked stripper to fly out of my convertible and onto the bare pavement.

“Never say never,” she shook her head before drawing closer to me, causing my length to rub against her thin shorts. And of course, with my hyperactive sex drive, it was enough to bring forth an erection which prodded her ass, and almost as if I was acting on instinct, I thrust my hips forward and drew myself closer. A full two seconds passed before I realised what I had done.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” I stammered hastily.

“Relax, Ben” she giggled, turning around and pushing her breasts against my chest. I felt her hand travel down to my shorts where it started rubbing my throbbing erection.

“Diana…” I trailed off, completely lost.

“Can I see it?” she asked suddenly, her eyes wide and hungry.

“Sure, of course, why not,” I mumbled, finding it difficult to process the unfolding events. She slid down onto the floor and skilfully pulled my shorts down, releasing my fully erected eight inches and a half. Precum glistened underneath the soft lighting, and a sharp throb travelled along the shaft as soon as Diana’s willowy fingers wrapped around it. Her fingers felt cold and soothing against my burning beast.

“I wasn’t joking when I said you have a nice dick, Ben,” she admired, giving it a few strokes.

“mmm…” I replied, completely lost for words. And then, she popped it inside of her mouth.

Her soft lips welcomed my length to the warm, wet world beyond it. I watched her soft lips travel down my shaft in one smooth move before planting a firm kiss on my balls. Her tongue wasted no time in greeting my length and was soon exploring every groove, nook and cranny with a wet embrace. Her sharp yet slender cheeks caved in and started sucking, and I could only melt into the couch.

“Holy shit Diana,” I groaned as each lick and suck drew me closer to my orgasm. I still couldn’t believe she had swallowed the entire thing so easily, much less how she was making me feel like I was about to explode with pleasure.

“I’m going to cum,” I managed to warn, and a second later my eyes fluttered and an explosion of cum took place deep down her throat. I could feel it flying out like it had never done before, and Diana slurped and gobbled down every drop. She even licked my dick one last time before finally licking her lips like a cat that had finished its favourite treat.

“Fucking hell,” I gasped.

“I’ll go make some dinner now,” she smiled, and I watched her plump ass wink at me as she walked out. I picked up the controller and floored the accelerator with a wide smile on my face, and ran over the stripper who had fallen out without even batting an eye.

“Morning,” I beamed happily.

“Someone’s wide awake and eager,” remarked Diana.

“You, talking about my morning wood or…?” I grinned salaciously, making her smile.

“Look Ben…I don’t think we should take this any further.” said Diana after successfully tricking Emma to open her mouth so she could swoop in with the spoon. Her demeanour had suddenly changed to one of embarrassment and discomfort.

“Why not?” I asked with a puzzled look.

“You’re barely of age,” she groaned, holding her head.

“But I am of age, legally!”

“But still, it feels wrong. And besides, I made a promise to your mother! She trusted me! And if I start fucking her only son, what would that make me?”

“The coolest babysitter?” I suggested quite seriously.

“I’m almost a decade older than you, and it feels wrong!” she echoed her reasoning.

“But it felt good right?” It had felt fucking amazing in all honesty.

“Let’s just take it slow, okay? I need to think.” It was not a yes, but nor was it a dragos escort no. But she had ignited an uncontrollable flame inside me by giving that blowjob, and it was going to change… everything. Forever.

The rest of the day was burnt on League of legends, and for the first time it had failed to take my mind off of something, Diana to be specific. I was feeling cranky and frustrated beyond belief. I had even failed to get above ten fucking kills. Sophs would have known what to do, but she was on the other side of the world with her dad. And it would have been weird to go on a rant about how you wanted to fuck your babysitter. With a long sigh, I crashed on my bed and stared up at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity.

“Ben, I need you down here!” came Diana’s voice. Mumbling something, I made my way downstairs and into the living room. “You never told me you had a pool,”

“Yea Sophie and I used to hang around by the pool during the summers…a million years ago,” Those had been some good times; It had been before teenage hormones had mucked up my life.

“Help me get it up and running,” she said wiping her hands with the kitchen towel. “It’s about to reach a million degrees here, so it’ll be nice to have some place to cool off”

“Fine,” I replied shrugging. I had nothing better to do anyways.

It was hard, sweaty work under the hot summer sun. The unused pool had collected so much grime and leaves over the years that it took us a solid hour to collect and scrape everything off. But it had meant that I got a clear view of her cleavage which swayed and bounced with her exertions.

“Good work,” panted Diana looking painfully busty in her thin vest after we had washed and cycled the pool. Her face glistened with sweat and her breasts seemed more pronounced as they went up and down with her hard breaths.

“Yeah, not bad,” I said with a clenched fist as my boner pushed against my shorts. “Lets fill her up.” I flicked the switches to the pumps and watched the water gush out.

“Yeah!” shouted Diana triumphantly and I couldn’t help but smile. My sour mood seemed to have dissolved. The water swirled and frothed, lapping against the walls of the pool and before long it was almost full.

“Come on, victory jump!” she cheered and began stripping off her shorts. My brain obviously ground to a halt and could only watch the busty 28-year-old reveal her panties to the outside world. They were bright red. She jumped into the water with a large splash and called out, “Come on Ben, you have to get in!”

“Uh…maybe some other time,” I stalled, as I felt my hungry boner fill my boxers. “Come on!” she pleaded. Seeing that I didn’t have much of a choice, I got rid of my pants and jumped in. The cold water was soothing and felt like a treat after getting burnt out in the sun.

‘This is great!” she whooped, surfacing next to me. And that’s when I noticed. She had no bra underneath, and thin white fabric of her top had turned translucent, giving me a glimpse of the goods underneath; I could even make out her areola.

“Yeah…yeah…this is amazing,” I stammered trying to keep my eyes on her face.

“Ben,” she chuckled softly. I felt one of her hands wrap around my erection through my boxers.

“Cumming in the pool isn’t a good idea,” I managed to blurt out before I could stop myself.

“Then maybe we should take this inside.”

Without even a moment’s hesitation, we locked lips and crashed onto the floor of the living room. My hands, as if having a brain of their own, swiftly found their way up to her firm melons and began squeezing the life out of the soft, smooth, squishy sea of flesh, all while rubbing my erection against her pussy. We still dripping wet, and our bodies left large spots on the expensive carpet as we rolled around.

“Take it easy Big Ben,” she chuckled in between a kiss.

The time had come.

I slowly spread open her legs and slid inside. Boom! An explosion took inside my skull, and it was a surprise that my brains hadn’t splattered against the back wall. I couldn’t believe what had happened. A sensory overload fried my circuits, and I completely lost the ability to think. My entire shaft was engulfed in a warm wet embrace, like one massive slopy kiss. Mushy folds pressed tightly against it from all sides, daring me to go deeper. And without even realizing it, I was pumping in and out of her wet cunt, each thrust trying to squeeze the sperm out of my length. Diana moaned softly as I repeatedly filled her snatch to the brim, her face an expression of pure satisfaction. I must have lasted a maximum of ten strokes before releasing a flood of cum deep inside her womb and collapsing afterwards on top of her with my prick still buried inside.

But a few seconds later, my dick was up and wide awake, ready for round two.

“Now that feels nice,” she moaned softly as it yet again began filling her up. With newfound energy, I began impaling her, pacing myself with slow but hard thrusts.

“Harder Ben, harder,” Diana moaned as I slid in and out of her at a steady rhythm. The ejaculate from my initial orgasm had lubricated her insides, urging me to go faster. I was around thirty strokes in, when I felt my orgasm building up, and gave it everything, and a few seconds later I spurted a second time inside her before collapsing onto her breasts. It was pure bliss.

This is a true story about my first and only visit to an adult theatre.

Hubby and I took a 5 day vacation to Vegas last year. It was my first time visiting Vegas. Hubby had been there a few times before. We are a mid 40’s married couple. Been married 22 years. We have a great sex life but I am usually a bit too shy to get really adventurous. I told hubby if we were to go on a vacation without kids I’d let loose a bit. So when we planned this trip to Vegas I told hubby I wanted to really let loose. Do some things I’d not normally do. So needless to say hubby’s evil Mind started to wander.

We checked into our nice hotel on the strip. Checked out the casino and all the hotel had to offer. We went out to dinner that first night then walked the strip taking in all the sights. All in all a fun, but tame first night.

The next day we went to the pool and had fun at the pool club. Lots of good looking people and lots to see. In the afternoon I told hubby we should go to the big Fashion Show Mall, right across from our hotel. We shopped for a while and as we were about to leave, hubby said he googled sex stores and there was one a 5 min walk from the mall. He suggested we check it out. I was up for it so off we went to see what this store was all about.

We went to the adult store and theatre and Spent almost an hour looking around. Huge store. They also had a theatre. Hubby wanted to go in but I chickened out.

Later that night, While walking back to hotel around 11 pm I told hubby I wanted to check out the adult theatre. We had been going bar hopping and I was a bit drunk and a lot horny! It wasn’t far from our hotel so we walked over. Before we went in hubby said, no backing out if we go in. I said deal.

We went in, paid our entrance fee and got buzzed in. There were 2 theatres. One playing gay porn one playing straight porn. We went into that theatre. It was dark when we went in and it was hard to see around. The porn was loud and it was good porn not the cheesy kind. Hubby said lets grab a seat and watch. So he guided me through the dark and we found a couple of seats. I asked him if there were people there because I still couldn’t see well. My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness yet. He said he thought there were a few people in the back. He said he saw movement but couldn’t make out how many. He kadıköy escort estimated 4-5 people.

So we sat down and got comfy. Started to watch the porn. I was really getting into it. It wasn’t cheesy, or violent porn, just good porn. It was about a woman at a gym with a small group of good looking guys working out. It quickly led to 3-4 guys playing with the woman. They were all attractive and I was getting off watching it. I was wearing a short denim skirt and a kind of sheer blouse. Hubby started rubbing my pussy and it was really wet. He told me to slip off my panties and put them in my purse. So I did. He then really started to work my pussy over. He started fingering me and in no time was 3 fingers deep finger fucking me hard. I was loving it. I was so horny I started rubbing his cock and he unzipped his pants and slid them down to his ankles. I stroked him for a minute or two but I really wanted him in my mouth. So I got on my knees in front of him and started sucking his cock.

It takes him forever to cum when being sucked so I probably sucked him for a good 15-20 mins. I could tell he was getting close so I really picked up my pace. He grabbed my head and held it down while he shot a huge load down my throat. I guess the whole sexy nature of doing that in a theatre got to him because he shot a bigger load than usual.

At this point I had completely forgot about my surroundings and forgot that there may have been people watching. When I looked up there were at least 6 guys standing within 2 feet of us watching. I had no idea they were there or how long they were there. A few of them were stroking their cocks. I was a bit shocked, and embarrassed but hubby said we put in a better show than the porn on the screen. He said it was awesome and started rubbing my pussy again, and I started falling back into that feeling of ecstasy of having my clit and pussy worked over good.

I think I kind of zoned out for a while and next thing I knew one of the guys was poking his cock in my face. I was startled. Part of me was like WTF while another part of me was really turned on by it. I was just about to grab hubby to leave when hubby said to me, go ahead, we are in Vegas. This is the time and place to let loose and do things You would never do at home. So if you want kartal escort to play with him, go ahead! I’m ok with this. It’s so fucking hot.

So I was a little bit shocked by that but also kind of turned on by it. So I started stroking the guy. Next thing I know there are 4 cocks within 6 inches of my face. Hubby said, go ahead if you want. So I started sucking the guy poking his cock all around my mouth. All the while hubby was finger fucking me like there was no tomorrow. The sensation of having my pussy worked over and sucking a big cock at the same time was wonderful. I couldn’t believe I was doing it. After about 5 mins of me sucking the guy, he let out a big grunt and shot a big load in my mouth. As soon as he pulled out, there was another cock being pushed into my mouth almost instantly. I barely had time to swallow the cum from the first guy.

Hubby was praising me telling me how turned on he was and how incredible it was to watch it. So I just continued to suck. This second guy came really fast and it was a really small amount. But again, as soon as he pulled out there was a another cock quickly replacing the last one. This went on for a while, and I was totally enjoying it. I really can’t explain why I felt like I did, but I was in 7 heaven. I was so turned on by the thought of what I was doing. And my pussy was getting a good working too and I was having a few orgasms from that which only added to the enjoyment. After what must have been an hour I was sure I had sucked close to 10 guys, and i remembered that hubby had said he thought there was about 4-5 people in the theatre when we arrived. So I thought some must have taken 2 turns. One of the men brought me 2 bottles of water and told me I should hydrate. He was right, I thanked him and stopped sucking for a minute to take a drink. Well by now my eyes were used to the dark and I could see a bit better. There had to be at least 10-15 guys standing within 5 feet of me. I was shocked. Where did they all come from? Were they there from the beginning?

I looked at hubby with a shocked look and he said word must have gotten out about a hot MILF at the theatre. He smiled, kissed me and said how proud he was to watch me doing this. He said it was incredible to see me letting loose like this and allowing myself to maltepe escort just totally enjoy myself, with no regrets or apprehension. I asked if he was really ok with this and he kissed me again and said yes!! Then he said my fans were wanting more, and did I want to continue. i asked him if he was really ok with it if I did continue and he said hell yes!

So I downed my water, got back on my knees and gave my fans what they came for. We stayed for about another 90 minutes. About 2.5 hours total. I’d say I swallowed about 90% of the loads with the others pulling out and cumming on my face. Hubby said my face reminded him of a glazed donut. When we were ready to leave I went into the washroom and cleaned up a bit but I still had some cum on my face and in my hair. I’m pretty sure a few people did a double take as we walked through the casino floor of our hotel when we got back to hotel. Then we went back to our hotel room where we fucked almost nonstop for the rest of the night.

In the morning when I woke up I was worried hubby may have some regrets about the night before or would be acting distant from me. It was the total opposite. He woke up like a kid on Christmas morning. With a big smile and started praising me for what I did. He said he had a whole new love for me. Said it was most erotic thing he’s ever seen. Even better than any porn he has ever seen. He asked if I was ok with it and I said I was a bit worried I’d gone too far, but seeing that he was still excited about it in morning, I was also really excited by what I did. I had no idea that dirty girl resided in me at all. We both agreed, Vegas baby!!

I asked him if all those guys were there the whole time and he said that there were about 6 guys in the theatre when we started. He said a couple more came in shortly after we started. But he said a few guys were texting their friends telling them to get down to the theatre ASAP. That’s where most of the guys came from he thought. He said there were 3-4 guys coming in about every 15 minutes. He said he thought at least 25 guys had used my mouth in the time we were there. Maybe more. I’m still astounded I did that.

The rest of our stay in Vegas was great. We fucked every chance we had and really turned our already great sex life up a notch or two. Since we have been back at home, hubby has asked if I wanted to visit the adult book stores in our area and I said no way! I’ll never do anything like that near where we live. In fact, I told hubby, I’m not sure I’d ever do anything like that again, even on another visit to Vegas. I think my visit to the adult theatre may remain a one in a lifetime adventure. But, one should never say never…