“I’m still not sure that this is such a great idea, Tracy.” Steven chose to stare into his coffee as he spoke, rather than look at his girlfriend.

“I already told Jennifer that you would.” She replied. I know that you don’t like her, but she’s really sweet if you get to know her.”

“I don’t understand why this doesn’t bother you, Tracy. Don’t you want me to be loyal to you?”

“It’s only this one time, Steven. When I get back, we’ll pick up where we left off. Jennifer is my friend and she needs this. Who else would you want me to ask? She’s ready for it this weekend, even got on the pill just for this. I have to go home for the weekend, so it all works out. You’ll have the room all to yourself. Just be the same … sensitive person…that you always are.”

“Alright Tracy”, Steven said. “I promised that I would do this and I will, I just want you to know that I have my doubts.”

“That’s what I want to hear, Stevie. Remember that Jennifer will be waiting for you to have dinner. Now, I’ve got to catch my ride. Don’t worry. ‘Luv ya’.” Tracy leaned over for one of those quick ‘see you later’ smooches and left the dining hall. Steven continued to brood over his coffee alone.

Steven hated it when Tracy called him ‘Stevie’. When she did, it meant that he was being lassoed into something that he didn’t really want to do. Usually, it meant taking her to a shopping mall, or to some disco that he was hoping to avoid. Steven did it because Tracy was an expert at repaying favors. When they met earlier in the school year it was Tracy who had been the more sexually experienced of the two. Steven had learned quickly under Tracy’s tutelage. Their fun times together covered over the rough spots.

Steven’s task for the weekend was to introduce Tracy’s roommate and best friend, Jennifer, to the pleasures of sex, or ‘lovemaking’ as the girls had insisted on calling it. Steven was at a loss about why he had been chosen for Jennifer’s contrived deflowering. It was true that she had very few (actually zero) dates. He knew the reason why. Jennifer was as socially inexperienced as she was sexually naïve. She was someone who would always say the wrong thing or get in the way at precisely the wrong moment. Steven knew that she didn’t mean it. She only wanted to be part of what was happening, but just didn’t know how to do it.

Steven knew that his and Tracy’s playtime in their dorm room piqued Jennifer. She would always hint to them to tell her details. Sometimes Tracy did after Steven left. The recounting excited Jennifer and made her dream of her own future encounters. Once, Jennifer asked if she could watch them. Tracy had agreed, but Steven turned her down. When Steven and Tracy concluded their sexual activity for the night, they would all sleep in the same room, Jennifer in her bed, and Steven and Tracy in the other across the room. All of this made Jennifer try even harder to find a young man who would be willing to become her boyfriend. Jennifer pressed, and it distanced candidates from her. It had been Tracy’s view for a long time that Jennifer would be happier if she found a young man to bed her. It became obvious that it would not happen soon if nature was relied on to take its course.

Steven looked at his watch. It was getting late. He didn’t have time for his coffee. He picked up his books and hurried to class.

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As Steven strolled across the quad to Jennifer and Tracy’s dorm he had to admit that he felt a little nervous. He slowed his pace a little to give him more time to think. Surely, he did not lack experience. He had no feelings for Jennifer, either. He didn’t dislike her, as Tracy insisted. Jennifer could be a pain in the rump at times, but he knew that she only realized that she was after committing the offending deed. Anyway, it was never out of malice or spite, just bad timing or over-exuberance. She was seldom an obstacle between Tracy and him. She was just always ‘there’. She was a footstool without a chair, always in the way without a purpose, decorated with plainness, potentially useful but lacked the proper setting.

Steven was taking Jennifer to “dinner” at the campus dining hall. On Fridays most of the student body left campus to visit home. The dining hall would serve steak as an inducement to get the students to stay over the weekend. It didn’t work very well, but steak was still on the menu. It gave Steven and Tracy some advantages: a nice meal where the price was right (it was covered by the meal plan); a nearly empty dining hall where they could sit and talk without attracting a crowd. Best yet, casual student-mode dress would be the order of the day.

Steven knocked on Jennifer’s door and she appeared instantly. Steven calculated that she must have been watching for him from her window. She was dressed as usual: faded jeans, sweatshirt, sneakers, and windbreaker. The jeans were about a size too big. It made Jennifer look skinny. The sweatshirt was baggy, too. She never wore makeup, so she göztepe escort appeared pale and her lips were barely darker than her skin. She wore her ashen blond hair parted in the middle, falling downward aside her face and down her back to her shoulder blades. It smelled like strawberries, so Steven knew that she had shampooed it that afternoon. It was the nearest thing to perfume that he could detect.

“Hi, Jennifer” Steven said. “Are you ready?”

Her sudden look of fright struck Steven like a slap in the face.

“I meant, ready for dinner.”

Jennifer looked down at her shoes, embarrassed. All at once her cheeks attained a rosy hue. Although she was just blushing from the awkward exchange, Steven thought she looked better with some color in her face.

“I’m sorry, Jennifer, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you hungry, because I know I am?”

“Oh, Steven, we’ve gotten off to such a bad start. I’m sorry. I’m just nervous. I’m hungry, too.”

As they started for the dining hall Steven tried to reassure her. “It’s okay, really, Jenn.”

“He called me ‘Jenn’!” she thought. “He’s never used that name for me. Maybe he likes me little after all.”

“Steven”, she said out loud, “There are some things that I want to ask you about tonight. You see …”

Steven held up his hand to stop her. “Let’s wait until we can sit down at an empty table before we talk about that.” He said. “We don’t need to have an audience.” She was grateful that he had saved her from another faux pas.

“This is typical Jennifer.” Steven thought to himself. “When she gets nervous she starts bumbling.”

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They didn’t have much to say until they found an empty table.

“Steven, I couldn’t believe it when Tracy told me that you had asked to do this. It means a lot to me.”

Steven’s instincts told him to throw his hands up, deny the assumption, and straighten out this would-be nymph. He retrieved the words just as they were about to pass his lips and sear themselves into Jennifer’s fragile psyche. Steven thought better to listen and learn.

“I didn’t know that Tracy told you that.” He knew that more details would come forth if he applied the slightest amount of patience.

“Well, yes, she did. She told me not to tell you that she told me, but I guess that it just slipped out. Anyway, Steven, I think that you’re really nice to do this.”

“It was nice of Tracy to make it happen.” Steven countered, polite but not quite truthful. He was right; details were starting to come forth.

“Tracy’s such a giving person.” Jennifer said. “We had been talking about how good it would be if I could find someone to do this and then she said you had just jumped at it when she was asking you for ideas on finding the right guy.”

They didn’t say anything for a minute while they ate. Then Jennifer started talking again.

“I would never have had the nerve to think this up for myself.” She said. “Tracy really helped me. She made me realize that I had to lose my virginity to feel more confident with guys. She helped me with the birth control pills and everything.”

Jennifer’s discourse brought clarity to Steven. Now he realized that he and Jennifer had one thing in common in that they had been set up by Tracy. He couldn’t understand why Tracy had done it. She enjoyed orchestrating people and events, but this was over the top. Steven had no desire to join in the manipulation, but now Jennifer seemed so eager. He decided to probe further.

“Why do you think that breaking your virginity will make you less nervous around guys, Jennifer?”

“Well”, she answered, “I think guys have a way of knowing which girls are virgins, and it makes them act differently; then I act different towards them. That’s when I open my big mouth and get into trouble. Every time a guy looks my way, I think that he’s sizing me up to figure if he wants to get into my pants. I get self-conscious and go to pieces. Maybe if I know about sex, it will give me some confidence and I’ll stop worrying about it all the time.”

She seemed so convinced. Steven wanted to ask her if she was sure it was her idea or Tracy’s, but he couldn’t do so without appearing to be backing out. He tried another angle.

“You must be nervous, Jennifer.” He said. “After all, even if you have good reasons, it’s a big step.”

“Oh, I am!” she replied. “There’s so much that I want to ask you before we go back to the dorm room.”

“I’m all ears.” He said.

“First, I don’t know exactly what to do. I mean, I think that I know the basics, but I don’t want to do anything wrong. You know what I mean?”

Steven nodded in understanding.

“Jennifer, I think that you tend to worry about things that you don’t need to worry about. Just let nature take over. Your body will tell you what to do. Just relax and be natural.”

Steven let that sink in and continued. “It’s supposed to be ‘fun’, you know. A lot of people bostancı escort keep doing it because they enjoy it. If you’re thinking of this as something that you have to get out of the way, maybe it would be better to save it for another time.”

“No, Steven”, she retorted. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just a little nervous.”

“It would be natural for you to be nervous, Jennifer. It’s mostly fear of the unknown. After we get started everything will all fall into place. In the morning we’ll look back and have a laugh on it.”

“The morning!” They would be waking up together. It was a thought that hit Jennifer all at once. She hadn’t thought about the impending finality. She wondered how it would change her. She finally understood that what she was planning was more than an adventure like shopping at a new mall. As she and Tracy had planned out the tryst it had all seemed so matter-of fact. It was detail-oriented: the pills, the weekend alone, getting the right guy. Now it took on proportions of an important lifetime event.

Jennifer cast her eyes down to the table. Steven sensed there was more to be discussed.

“I think there you have something more on your mind, Jennifer.”

“Steven”, she began, “I hope that you won’t be angry by my asking you this.” She didn’t wait for him to answer. “Have you ever taken a girl through her first time before?”

The question gave Steven a sudden alarm. He had a formula that he always relied on. One constant in the equation: never divulge what he had done with one girl to another one. He had never been guilty of it. He learned his lesson the easy way, by observation, as friends’ secrets told returned in their inevitable circular path at the worst possible moment.

Jennifer saw the angst in Steven’s brow. “Oh, no!” she thought, “I’ve done it again!”

She paused a moment, then spoke again, thinking that honesty might save the day. “I only asked you that because…” She paused again. She lifted her head up and said. “I don’t know how to ask you this. Will it hurt? Tracy said that it really will hurt a lot. She thought that I should have some drinks first to, you know, dull the pain. What do you think?”

Steven lowered his defenses. He felt the fear contained in Jennifer’s voice. He sought to comfort her if he could. It was wrong of Tracy to set her up with such dread expectations. Perhaps Tracy wished to limit their success.

“I had an experience before I started going with Tracy. It was nice, I think, for both of us.”

Steven continued, “It won’t necessarily hurt. It might, a little. I can’t say for sure, but I think that it depends on the individual. Forget about the drinking, I don’t know how that would help. One thing I do know: you have to relax. There’s more pain involved in pushing apart muscles that are cramped up than in breaking through a hymen.”

Jennifer sat pensively for a moment, summoning courage for her final confession.

“Steven, I might as well tell you everything. I don’t have any experience at all. It’s not just being a virgin. I’ve never even had a boy make out with me or had one see me with any of my clothes off. I’ve never even been kissed, at least the way I’ve seen you and Tracy kiss. I know that you must think I’m pathetic, but I had to tell you this, so that you can understand why I’m so nervous.”

“Jennifer”, Steven said, “I’m not that surprised. When people start making out it leads them go a little further every time, until they’ve gone ‘all the way’. So, when I found out that you’re a virgin, I really didn’t expect you to have a lot of experience. You don’t have to be ashamed about it. The right moment comes at different times for everyone. If you have any doubts about going through with it, just say the word. You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to.”

Jennifer listened to him. Steven’s answer gave her some comfort. She still had a case of nerves, but was thinking that Steven would make everything alright.

Steven saw her thinking on what he’d said.

“Take it one step at a time. You’ll feel some new things that you’ll really like. Concentrate on those. Just remember that you can call it off at any time…and we’ll still be friends.”

The last part, about “being friends”, made Jennifer smile. As they rose to clear their table Jennifer thought that she was taking her last walk after her last meal.

“This is it!” she said to herself. She barely heard Steven speaking.

“I’ll give you awhile to get ready. I thought that I would take a shower first. I’ll knock at your door at eight.”

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As they left the dining hall Steven and Jennifer parted to go to their separate dorm rooms. As Steven walked he thought to himself that he would have liked to have a little more time to think things over. He found himself uncomfortably in the middle. He didn’t know Jennifer well enough to have deep feelings for her. Now, after their dinner together, he knew her tuzla escort too well to want to bed her purely out of lust. Jennifer and Tracy were expecting performance from him. If he were to back out Jennifer would think it a sign of rejection, not consideration for her.

Steven started thinking about Tracy and asked himself why she had arranged to have him and Jennifer in the positions that they were in. He wasn’t sure that Tracy’s motives were so altruistic. He had never known a female to relinquish a hold on a man ‘unselfishly’, just to give a sexually underprivileged friend a chance at bedroom bliss. Women hated comparisons of themselves with other women, particularly in matters of their nude bodies and sexual skills. This setup was sure to create just such an evaluation. Was Tracy so confident that she sought a comparison in order to reinforce Steven’s preference for her? Was she so sure to hoist the bedroom trophy? Maybe Tracy had set a test for Steven. Perhaps Tracy’s motive was her penchant for manipulation that Steven knew too well. In Tracy’s world sex was an activity with many uses. At any rate, Steven never fooled himself that he was in love with Tracy, but he enjoyed her talents and the security that their steady relationship gave him. The importance of it seemed to be dimming in the light of the present circumstance.

As he ambled to his dorm, Steven tried to sort his way through his conflicted soul. He gazed at the prospect of a weekend of carnal delights with his girlfriend’s roommate on loan. For a total commitment of forty-eight hours, he would be free to wander wherever his creative libido and persuasive talents with Jennifer would lead them. Jennifer didn’t look like she would require a lot of persuading. After that, he could catch up for lost time with Tracy. Who knew, maybe Jennifer could be on call, or more. Many possibilities entered Stevens mind. Instinct told him to stop complaining. Jennifer had made her own choice.

It was the nagging whisper that irritated him. During their dinner together Jennifer had exposed her vulnerability so openly. Maybe she would lead a happier life if she allowed herself to be wooed and courted by a young man who sought to be her first lover. Maybe the young man would be as inexperienced as Jennifer, and they would learn love’s delights together. Steven knew that he could do a credible job in the physical initiation of the naïve girl. How could he give her the thrill of mutual desire that every person seeks. He sought the answer, but it was not in him.

Jennifer became human during their dinner together. She had feared Steven’s pity in her confessions of sexual naiveté. She was mistaken. Steven admired her bravery in opening her secrets to him. He started liking her for her honesty. Her partial innocence was a mystery. She was inexperienced, to be sure, but was responsible for the contrivance that he was now a part of. He decided that she might be a diamond in the rough. He wondered about the person hiding underneath the façade of social bumbling.

At least Jennifer rated a shower, shave and change of clothes. He had time for that, and to purchase a bottle of wine for them to share.

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Steven arrived at Jennifer’s room cleaned up, and with a bouquet of flowers and bottle of rose’. He wasn’t sure what to expect from Jennifer or himself. It was an unusual assignation.

Steven was used to the customary baking that took place in almost any first-time date. There would be a careful testing and measuring process followed by period of mixing and kneading. He would check the temperature by gently pressing in a digit like a baker trying a loaf of bread to see if it was ready to come out of the oven. Sometimes it would be just right and ready to enjoy. At other times the loaf might need more baking. When that would happen the flavor would be all-the-better because of the longer warming time. He would never let a loaf become overdone. It would be hard and crusty. Sometimes it would be apparent that the loaf would just never be right for his palette, so he would let it go, to be finished by another baker with different tastes than he.

The contrivance to which he had agreed was a bypass of the traditional process. It was like buying a loaf of store-bought bread. It was ready to eat but with an unknown taste. He told himself to be happy that the work had been done for him. It was unsatisfying, however, and bread is always best fresh and warm from the oven, prepared in just the right way so that the eating of it yields the greatest pleasure. Perhaps he could reheat Jennifer to a golden brown toast, and she would taste good, too.

As he mounted the stairs to Jennifer’s floor he wondered how he would find her. After the conversation in the dining hall he half-expected her to have run away in fright. Possibly Tracy had issued some pre-flight instructions prior to her departure. Probably, he thought, he would find her in her jeans and sweatshirt, not knowing what to do or how to start. He was determined that the final decision had to be Jennifer’s. It could not be because Tracy wanted it, or that he had been promised her favor for the night. If Jennifer was unready, he would accept that she was one of those loaves better passed on to another baker.

Since Jason was not one to ask questions, he remained silent about the piece of paper Suzy had just unfolded. But judging from David’s reaction to it, Jason instantly knew the letter was from him. Not missing a beat, Jason leapt into action like was the reigning prize fighter defending his current title. His gears were grinding, and now they were ready to thrust into full gear.

“You smell good, Suzy”, he almost hollered from across the cell, uncharacteristically outspoken of him.

“Thanks honey”, she replied in a quiet voice, smiling softly at him.

“I’m real glad you came”, he added just as enthusiastically, admiring her from his side of the cell. Rising to the occasion, Jason was prepared to openly declare his feelings for her, lest she have any doubts after receiving David’s letter. He wasted no time in walking over to her, took her by the hand and led her to his bed. No way was he going to let the alpha male in the room jump his claim to his precious prize. “You sure look pretty Suzy, pretty as a flower.”

Suzy’s face lit up, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips. If someone could say something to make her beam from ear to ear, Jason’s comment came pretty close to the mark.

Suzy noticed a few little scratches on Jason’s forehead and upper left cheek, probably left over from when David tried to bash his face in. In a nurturing manner, her hand gently stroked his forehead. At that instant, Jason mischievously pictured Suzy in a sexy little nurse’s uniform.

“Honey, I heard what happened” Suzy said in a caring voice. She then began showering butterfly kisses all over his face, careful not to put too much pressure on any of his scars. Unlike David, however, Jason’s body didn’t need much time to recover from their brawl, so she needn’t be ginger with him there, at least.

Quite satisfied hearing her lover declare his affections for her, Suzy now saw Jason as the handsomest, strongest, bravest, and most incredible young man in the world. At least that’s what he was in her eyes.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, honey!” Suzy declared, gazing intensely into his green eyes. Next, acting upon impulse, she reached up to admiringly stroke the biceps on his left arm. “Did you get hurt at all, baby?” she asked, with concern in her voice. Jason quickly shook his head no. “That’s good, so I can touch you anywhere I want tonight?” Jason grinned and nodded his head yes.

“I’m all yours baby”, Jason reassured her with a wicked smile.

“Oh good, my $100 won’t go to waste tonight!” Suzy giggled enthusiastically, but Jason’s smile quickly faded.

“Yeah, about that…Suzy, uh, you SHOULDN’T have to do that. I mean…” Jason was fumbling through his thoughts, trying to find the right words for what he wanted to say.

“I wanted to, baby, and it wasn’t hard for me to save up the money. I just pinched my pennies is all. You’re totally worth it. Tonight, I’m gonna make you feel like every bit the man that you are. My pussy’s all yours.”

Jason didn’t know what to say to that. The eighteen year old was truly at a loss for words… any words at all. He looked at her incredulously, and wanted to say that she shouldn’t have to use her own hard-earned money to come visit him, however much he enjoyed her visits. He wanted her to know that he would try to figure out a way to get Harvey to open the door, without having to pay him a fee. Jason thought, “Couldn’t she see SHE was doing him the favor, not the other way around?”

While Jason was struggling to think of a way for them to see each other without a “middle-man”, he opened his mouth to tell her something, and at that point felt Suzy’s two fingers on his lips.

“Shhhh …” she whispered to silence him. She then ran her fingers through his now inch-long hair. Very familiar with his personal scent now, Suzy completely drank in the pheromones his hot young body offered. She then slowly rose to her feet, stood in front of him, and unbuttoned her long coat, quickly revealing her white “outfit”.

Taking his sweet time, Jason looked Suzy up and down with concentrated intention, simply to admire the beautiful kurtköy escort sight before him. “God she looks beautiful. She was indeed a pretty little flower” he concluded.

“Come here” he told her quietly, patting the space next to him on the cot. She complied and sat to his right, the two occupying the entire length of his bed.

Suzy wore her hair down that night, only accented by the jasmine flowers tucked behind her ears. Jason’s right hand rose to gently stroke her soft hair. Just as he remembered, her long tresses felt as exquisite as silk. He even grabbed a lock of her hair and brought it up to his face, greedily drinking in her scent. Never before had Jason beheld just a treasure. Tonight, Suzy almost seemed too precious to touch.

Suzy, however, was sensing her libido quickly rising. Between taking in Jason’s musky scent, feeling his strong muscles, and hearing his sweet words, she was feeling an undeniable urge to touch him. Hell, she was just about dying to fuck him at this point! Reaching for his crotch, she began fumbling and groping hungrily for his dick. To her delight, she found it was already pointing straight up, completely stiff and waiting for her completely undivided attention. “Hmm, I see someone’s horny!” she remarked playfully.

The whole time Suzy was sitting beside him, Jason kept his eyes fixed on hers without any coaxing.

Now that she knew how he “felt”, Suzy was eager for Jason to touch HER intimate parts. She wanted him to pleasure her, tease her, and do any fucking thing he had ever wanted to do to a woman. Remembering she had given herself a bikini wax only hours earlier, Suzy wondered if Jason had ever seen a pussy completely bare before, the whole organ exposed. Well, there was one way to find out. She took his right hand and placed it gently on her crotch, giving him in no uncertain terms an all access pass.

Even though her panties were still on, Jason could feel a wet spot on the bottom of Suzy’s cotton underwear. She felt pretty moist, and he hadn’t even started feeling her up yet. Jason speculated that she would probably be soaking wet by the time his tongue was finished with her. He might have been a virgin, but he could be just as “hungry” for a juicy pussy as the next bastard.

“Damn it! I need me some of Suzy’s sweet ass!” exclaimed David to himself. Watching her being enjoyed by another man was making him nuts. “Maybe my letter wasn’t convincing enough for her. She seems like the type of female who liked that mushy sappy stuff, so if that’s what it takes, I’m ready to do it. Hell, I’d do just about anything at this point!” David concluded, as he stroked his stiff cock from across the cell.

Jason could smell Suzy’s juices already, even though her panties were still on. “Could I see your pussy?” he politely asked while slowly stroking her crotch through the cotton panties.

“Yes baby, you sure can…” Suzy assured him.

Jason positioned his fingers like hooks, grabbing the top of the white cotton panties to gently pull them off the willing girl. As he was sliding off the underwear, a wet trail of Suzy’s juices clung on to them and made a stretching string at least a foot long.

“Shit! She was totally ‘naked’ down there!” Jason marveled, as he sensed himself drooling at the sight of Suzy’s bare pussy. He could now smell Suzy a lot better, and her feminine scent mixed with the sweet jasmine perfume she wore was almost too much for him.

Jason jumped off the bed to kneel on the floor to directly face Suzy’s snatch. He never felt so hungry before in his life. Looking straight up at her, Jason’s face was inches away from her waiting pearl, just begging to be devoured!

Suzy lay back so that her head was now resting against the wall, and then she completely spread her legs. The young man in front of her was obviously craving her cunt to the point of crazed obsession. Completely without any hair to hide her pussy’s radiance, Suzy closed her eyes and decided to relax all her muscles. Whatever happened at that point, she would just let happen.

Jason used his fingers beykoz escort to spread Suzy’s pink pussy lips so he could start licking. At first, Suzy gasped at the touch of Jason’s tongue. But the feeling soon became exquisite, and she would let her pleasure be heard that night, she told herself, no matter who was at the receiving end. After a few strokes of his tongue on her clit, Jason’s entire mouth then started eating her out. He tore into her like she was a scrumptious oyster, all soft, wet, and raw. “God, she tasted so delicious, he could eat her for hours”, Jason thought to himself. Suzy was moaning more loudly now, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she could be heard by the neighboring inmates on their floor.

“Oh baby, mmmm, eat me, eat me good!” She managed between gasps and moans. That encouraged Jason to go to town, and he even dared to stick his middle finger inside her ass.

“Aw fuck!” Suzy exclaimed. “Yeah, baby, stick it up my ass, ooh, that feel’s so fucking gooooooood!” Jason then decided he would use all the tools available to him to make Suzy feel amazing. With his left hand’s middle finger exploring her asshole, and his tongue licking up her juices, Jason used his right index finger to tease her swollen clit. At this point, Suzy couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much stimulation for her to handle all at once.

“Oh god, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…Oh fuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkk! Ohhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddd!” Suzy lost her mind in so much indescribable pleasure, that her bottom torso became completely shaken with violent spasms. While she was screaming, Jason’s tongue felt her clit stiffen up, which he reckoned signaled her orgasm. It was the very first time he made a woman cum, and he had a good time doing it, too.

Minutes passed. After climaxing, Suzy was still panting heavily, and her heart was beating so hard, that she thought it would jump out of her chest. One would think she had just run a marathon. Looking down at the young man who had just eaten her up, she mustered a slight grin to let him know she approved of the fashion in which he ate her.

Underhand, with her fingers in a curling upwards motion, she signaled for him to get up and sit next to her on the bed again, which he gladly did. She then took his right hand and placed it over her bra, on her heart. Jason had never felt a heart beating so hard and fast, and he realized he had been the one responsible for that.

Back on the bed, sitting next to Suzy, Jason wondered how many of his fellow inmates were woken up by her orgasmic screams. “Oh hell, fuck it!” he thought. “She could scream as loud as she fucking wanted for all he cared!”

Suzy took out the cell phone from her coat that was now lying on the floor. Six minutes left. “Mmmmm, would it be enough time to suck Jason off?” she asked herself. She wasn’t sure, but maybe it was enough time for a quick hand job, and she could also help it along by talking dirty into his ear. It couldn’t hurt to try. Jason looked at her quizzically to see what was going through that pretty little head of hers.

Suzy got up, put her panties back on, and then moved to switch places with Jason on the bed. He was now sitting to her right, so that she could make full use of her right hand to pleasure him.

“Mmmmm honey, you made me cum so crazy! My heart’s still beating fast from it! No one’s ever eaten my pussy so good!” she breathed to him while pulling out his stiff cock and sliding his shorts off.

“It’s ’cause you taste so good” Jason said sweetly.

“Now it’s my turn to make you feel good… Just sit back and enjoy it, honey”, Suzy whispered, whereupon Jason looked up to stare deep into her eyes. They were so exotic, that they were doing a damned good job hypnotizing him. Suzy’s mouth was slightly open, and her lips looked so luscious, that Jason found himself tilting his head and positioning it to be able to devour her full lips. Ooh, they tasted nice, too. Damn, all of Suzy was delicious! He kissed her long and deep, while she earnestly stroked his cock.

Gradually, she picked up speed, keeping in mind she had üsküdar escort limited time to bring him to orgasm. After more than a minute of kissing, and feeling Jason’s dick harden up more and more in her grip, Suzy gently pulled her mouth away so she could talk dirty to the highly aroused young man next to her.

“You like that baby? Does it feel good? Yeah, your balls are bulging huge full of cum for me, aren’t they? You’ve been thinking about shooting your wad all over me, haven’t you? Ooh, I’m getting fucking wet all over again! Fuck, your dick’s big. I know you’re gonna explode any minute now! I’m gonna jack you off real good baby, and let you cum where ever you want on me. Where do you wanna cum, baby?” she asked, as she grabbed his balls and tightened her grip on his cock, so that she could jack him off hard and fast.

“On your face, on your pretty face” Jason said urgently, breathing harder and harder.

“Yeah, you can’t stop thinking about my juicy pussy, can you? Yeah honey, I want all of that warm cum. Give it all to me! Shoot that warm cum all over my face!”

As she was getting ready to position her face next to his prick, Jason’s hot semen shot straight up into the air, like water shooting freely out of a fountain. Accompanied by one loud grunt from its owner, about four full white streams made their way out of swollen balls, through a straight hard cock, and out onto Suzy’s face. All over her eyes, nose, and cheeks, Jason’s balls were fast emptying out onto a willing Suzy. A little had even landed on her hair.

“Whoa! That was quick! I didn’t expect it to come so fast!” Suzy giggled. “You must have been ‘backed up’ quite a bit!”

“For you, Suzy”, Jason pointed out, still breathing heavily. “…I was backed up for you.” She gave him a sweet smile, and kissed him on the cheek.

Suzy now hurried to get dressed, clean up the mess with wipes, and get ready for when Harvey arrived. Again, she took out her phone and glanced at the time, it was exactly at the thirty minute mark, and, like clockwork, Harvey appeared to unlock the cell door.

Within a minute, Suzy and Harvey were walking out into the corridor, their footsteps echoing further down the hall. Now, Jason and David were left to their own devices. Both were sleepy, so it wouldn’t be difficult to fall back asleep, that is, after David got up to get himself cleaned up of the spunk on his stomach.

Jason pulled his shorts back on. Stretching out on his bed, he looked up at the ceiling to start brainstorming ideas so Suzy wouldn’t need to give up her hard-earned money to come visit him. And, as if that weren’t enough to deal with, because of David’s letter, Jason knew he was now actively competing with his cellmate for Suzy, so that would be another thing to worry about. But he was so spent by then, that he drifted off to sleep before an idea could even appear to him.

Similarly, David could barely keep his eyes open. He was still obsessed with the idea of getting Suzy for himself, but now was not exactly the time to hatch out plans to win her over. He was exhausted and needed his sleep. As soon as his body hit the thin mattress, he was out like a light.

***

Even though David wasn’t successful in extorting “pay to stay” money from Jason, he did, however, frighten a handful of the other newbies marked on his hit list.

Jason, however, was getting more and more respect from the other inmates. They left him alone after they found out he had beaten David up so badly, that he ended up in the infirmary.

Meanwhile, Suzy had her hands full reading inmate letters. One that slightly stood out from the others was found under the door mat outside of the 3rd floor broom closet.

“Hi baby-

This is Hector Cruz. You know me. I’m the homie who works in the kitchen, the one with the hair net dishing out the daily. My cell’s on the first floor. I’m in love with you baby. I ain’t got no girl on the outside waiting for me, so I want you to be my girl. I heard you be giving the night guard money to see your boy upstairs, but you ain’t got to do that cuz I got connections. You being so fine and all, you shouldn’t have to pay to go see the boy upstairs, and if he let you do that, then he ain’t a real man, IMO. So baby, the next time you’re in the kitchen mopping up, think of the homie with the hair net and the sexy brown tan, and I’ll be ready for you anytime.

-Hector”

This is a fictional account. Sorry for the delays between chapters. It has been tough running with three stories lines at once.

***

Jason dropped Beth back at her dorm. They were both somewhat tired from the night and morning of sex. Jason was crazy about Beth and felt bad about dropping her off to go see Sheila to help her study Spanish. He now felt like he was going with Beth and shouldn’t be seeing anyone else. He reasoned it was only tutoring but knew he wanted more with the luscious black beauty. He had made it to eight virgins with Beth but with his growing interest in her, he was feeling like he should remain true to her, and not continue with his initial intention to fuck Sheila and make her number nine.

They kissed outside the dorm and Jason said he would call her later. ‘I need to think some things through,’ he told himself. He smiled and waved to Beth as she turned at the door and waved bye. He was back in his frat room in another ten minutes. Chad wasn’t around and all Jason felt like was a quick nap. He called Sheila first though and arranged to meet her at four.

Jason got in a two hour nap from twelve to two. He got up, reshowered and studied for the remaining two hours before he had to go see Sheila at the Delta Phi Delta house. It was hard concentrating as his thoughts kept going back to the night with Beth. ‘God, she’s so beautiful and sexy,’ he mentally reminded himself over and over. ‘I can’t even think about fucking anyone else,’ he concluded but yet thoughts of Sheila and Stephanie kept clogging his head.

Just before he left to tutor Sheila, Jason called Beth as if to reinforce his commitment to her in his mind. She answered her cell on the third ring.

“Hi, Jason,” Beth said.

“Hi, beautiful,” Jason answered merrily.

“Wow, nice,” Beth said and not to be outdone added. “Hey, stud.”

“How’s my girl … woman?” Jason asked.

“Yeah, woman, thanks to you. She’s fine after a three hour nap and another shower,’ Beth answered.

“Yeah, me too,” Jason agreed.

“What’re you up to?” Beth asked with interest.

“I ahh …,” Jason realized he couldn’t hold back and lie right from the get go, “I’ve got to tutor someone in Spanish?”

“Who’s that?” Beth queried.

“Just a girl I met at the infirmary. She’s lost in Spanish and I offered to tutor her since I took four years in high school,” Jason explained.

“She isn’t lost in love too, is she?” Beth asked trying to sound amused.

“I wouldn’t know about that,” Jason proclaimed.

“Well, you’re such a nice guy to help her out. Is she cute?” Beth questioned.

“Not nearly as cute as you, babe,” Jason proposed.

“Nice come back. Well, have fun,” Beth offered. “When might I see you again?”

“How about we have coffee or something Thursday night?” Jason asked.

“Not till then?” Beth queried.

“Beth, I really need to get caught up on school,” Jason proclaimed.

“Yeah, me too. Okay, Thursday. See you then,” Beth concluded.

“See you,” Jason ended.

After he hung up with Beth, he hurried out the door to Sheila’s sorority. He tried to tell himself this was only tutoring but he took his car. He easily could have walked to the sorority just a short walk away but chose to drive so his car would be handy if needed. He wrestled with the thoughts in his own mind that he was doing that because he wanted more than just a small tutoring session with Sheila.

As was the custom with most sororities and fraternities on campus, the front doors were only locked late at night. When Jason entered the front door of the Delta Phi Delta house, he saw several girls lingering in the foyer or walking through. Most of them were white and he asked one where he could find Sheila’s room. She told Jason Sheila’s second floor room number and he went up the short flight of stairs to knock on her door midway down the hall. Sheila answered nearly as soon as he knocked.

“Hi, Jason,” she bubbled and he was treated to that warm smile that seemed to further melt his resistance.

“Hi,” Jason responded and tried not to pay too much attention to the tight shirt and short shorts she had on.

“Come in,” Sheila offered standing slightly aside the door and gesturing for him to enter the small sorority room. They were alone.

“You can sit there,” Sheila said and motioned to a chair pulled up to her bed.

As Jason sat down, Sheila picked up her Spanish book from the bed and took its place sitting cross-legged. The position let her face Jason and her long brown legs made the already short shorts ride even higher. Her pussy was barely covered by the small amount of denim covering her sex.

“Where should we begin?” Jason asked, trying not to let his eyes drift from her face.

“I don’t know. I was kinda hoping you would,” Sheila explained. “I mean I’m totally lost after only a month of classes.”

“What chapter are you on in the book?” Jason asked reach for her to hand it to him.

Sheila did and said, “Six.”

As Jason glanced down göztepe escort to take the book, his eyes first drifted down her tightly stretched shirt. It looked at least two sizes too small for her. It said, “Color My World” across the front and he thought he could see the outline of her nipples poking out the front. He took the book but his thoughts were whether she was wearing a bra or not.

“Okay, let’s start on chapter one then,” Jason proposed trying hard to keep it on course.

“Good idea,” Sheila agreed.

Jason walked her through the first dialogue and talked about simple grammar. They practiced her speaking skills and she struggled with many of the words. He helped her sound them out but not without catching as many looks as he could get at her sexy body. Her nipples were definitely causing little bumps in her shirt. Her breasts were not huge but looked to be a full B-cup like Beth’s. He tried hard to think of Beth but the beauty of this milk chocolate goddess kept distracting him.

Sheila wasn’t too lost with the first chapter, so they moved onto the second after about an hour. She got uncomfortable after a while sitting cross-legged and Jason got exotic glances of her long smooth legs and her rounded butt as she shifted positions. He tried to concentrate on the Spanish but his cock started to expand down his pant leg. He hoped Sheila didn’t see his growing bulge and occasionally glanced down discreetly to see if it was noticeable.

The second chapter dialogue was tougher for Sheila and they spent the next hour focused primarily on that. They discussed the grammar and worked on sentence formations. It was close to six o’clock before they knew it. They had been at it for two hours without a break. Jason’s cock hardened a little more as his need to pee increased. Eventually, he told Sheila.

“Hey, let’s take a break,” Jason proposed. “You need anything?”

“No, you?”

“I could use a bathroom,” Jason expressed.

“There is one for uni-sex over by the lounge but I can guard the door for you and you can use the one right down the hall,” Sheila stated.

“Okay,” Jason said and followed Sheila out the door and down the hall. His eyes watched her round ass wiggled in the shorts.

Sheila checked the bathroom and found it empty. She stood guard by the door while Jason went into one of the stalls. He caught her glance at his crotch as he passed her. His bulge was somewhat evident. Soon Sheila could hear him peeing in the toilet. Jason washed his hands when he was done and Sheila announced she had to go as well. He waited by the door as he heard her peeing too.

Back in the room, Jason was thankful the break had let his cock relax some. He retook his seat as Sheila resumed hers on the bed. Jason started to review part of the dialogue, when Sheila spoke up.

“Jason, do we have to do all six chapters today? My brain is fried,” Sheila acknowledged.

“No, we can quit if you want.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I really appreciate what you’re doing for me and I actually feel like it’s helping,” Sheila responded.

“Good,” Jason replied.

“How can I ever repay you?” Sheila asked.

Jason’s dirty mind had an initial thought but instead said, “You don’t have to. I enjoy working with you.”

“I’m gratefully for your help. I just feel like I should be paying you somehow but I don’t have any money,” Sheila claimed.

“Well, since we’re done maybe I should get going,” Jason said.

“Do you have to already?”

“Well, I might be missing dinner at the frat. You want to go get something quick to eat?” Jason asked, quickly glancing at her tits and the still evident nipples.

“I ahh …I’m not really dressed to go anywhere,” Sheila said.

“You look great. Besides I was just thinking we’d go to a fast food place,” Jason stated. “We can eat in my car.”

Sheila’s smile broadened at his comment about her looks. “Okay,” she replied. “Let me just get some shoes on.”

Jason watched her grab some tennis shoes from her closet and sit on the bed to put them on. As she did, he got several more looks at her sparsely covered crotch. Her body was making his cock stir again.

They walked out to his car and Jason helped her get in the passenger side. He asked if Wendy’s was okay as they drove off campus. She agreed and he headed in that direction. They talked about where they were from and more about their intended majors. Jason found Sheila easy to talk with and the light conversation gave his dick a chance to go down.

Jason did the drive-in at the Wendy’s since Sheila had mentioned not wanting to be seen dressed as she was even though he thought she looked great. He asked her what she wanted and ordered for them both. He paid despite her protests. She thanked him because she claimed to only have ten dollars to her name until next week.

As they ate, Sheila told him she was getting an athletic scholarship for track but it just covered school expenses. Her parents didn’t have bostancı escort much money so she had to get by on little extra spending money. He found out she was a sprinter and long jumper for the girl’s track team.

It was still only seven when they finished eating and both seemed to be having a good time. Jason didn’t want to study anymore that day, so he suggested they go for a ride. Sheila readily agreed as long as they were back no later than ten. She had an early class and so did he, so he quickly agreed.

They rode around for a while and somehow Jason ended up at the Mercer County airport again. This was rapidly become his favorite parking place with a date in the car. It made him wonder if this was really a date and briefly thought about Beth as they parked. It was now dark and the planes coming in had their lights on. Jason explained to her that he liked to come here and watch a few planes land. They watched as a small private prop plane came in for a landing.

“Thanks for dinner,” Sheila said when there was break in the conversation about the airport.

“You’re welcome,” Jason replied.

“Seems like I’m thanking you a lot today,” Sheila claimed and smiled at him in the dim light.

“It’s fine,” Jason answered.

“You’re different than all the black guys in my high school,” Sheila said.

“How so?” Jason asked.

“Well, black guys aren’t afraid to ask for something in return if they do something nice for you,” Sheila explained.

“Yeah, maybe us white guys should follow their lead,” Jason quipped.

“No … don’t. I don’t like pushy people. That’s what I like about white guys,” Sheila offered. “Though I honestly haven’t known that many.”

“You like guys to be less pushy for things?”

“Yeah, I don’t like men that demand women do stuff for them. I guess that’s why I’m more attracted to white guys,” Sheila said.

“You are?” Jason asked, liking the direction this was taking.

“Yeah, definitely. How about you? You like black girls?”

“Yes, but like you I can’t say I’ve known many black girls,” Jason confessed.

“Would you like to?” Sheila asked; her seatbelt was off and now she shifted to face him even more, her tiny shorts riding high again to expose more of her beautiful shapely legs.

“Yes, I would,” Jason replied.

Sheila smiled at him and then moved to a sitting position on her legs on the seat. She put a hand down on the center console and leaned forward over it. Her smile remained as she got close to Jason but a little nervousness seemed to creep in too. She got really close but stopped inches short. Her face seemed to give away her fear of being so aggressive, not sure exactly how he would react.

Jason looked at her pretty face for a second. Her long straight black hair fell down on either side of her face. He took the bait and leaned over to her and their lips met in a tender kiss. He wanted to stop himself out of consideration to Beth but he just wanted this too much to end it here. Their lips met softly, first once and then again. Now Sheila seized the initiative and kissed him harder. Her pink tongue snaked out and licked his lips. It fought for and won entrance to his mouth where their tongues danced together. Both of them moaned into the kiss as they pressed their lips tightly.

Sheila finally backed up a little bit, as they both gasped for some lost breath. They looked deep into each other’s eyes searching for any reaction to the experience.

“Can we … ahh … get closer?” Sheila asked.

“Let’s crawl in the back,” Jason said.

“Okay,” Shelia replied and immediately climbed between the seats.

Jason had to adjust his pants a little to move. His cock had started to get hard again from kissing this beauty. He watched her firm round ass and great legs invitingly disappear into the back. The denim shorts rode high and revealed glimpses of tiny black lace panties underneath. Jason had a harder time climbing into the back with his size but he managed. He noticed that there weren’t any other parked cars too close to them either.

Once they were both settled into the back the kissing started anew. Sheila’s hands caressed his face and his held her side and shoulder. They kissed for a good long time until Jason’s cock was uncomfortably hard in his pants and both were gasping for air.

Breaking the kiss, Sheila said, “Jason, I have to tell you I’ve not been with many guys.”

“That’s okay,” Jason assured her.

“No, I mean I’m not that experienced. I’ve only … I mean I’ve touched it twice … I’ve never done anything really,” Sheila said.

“We’ll go slowly,” Jason offered.

“I’m not sure I know how to do much besides … use my hands,” Sheila announced defensively.

“No problem,” Jason claimed and kissed her again.

Their kisses grew hot quickly and more tongue teasing soon had them both panting. Sheila moved her right hand from caressing his face to the inside of his thigh. As her hand slid up his tuzla escort pant leg slowly, Jason touched the side of her breast. He was right earlier; she didn’t have a bra on. Her tit was soft, yet resilient to his touch. He could hardly wait to see more of her. He had to wait though, as her hand found its mark and tenderly squeezed his dick through his jeans. It was so hard and uncomfortable now, that he just had to release it before anything else.

Jason leaned back prepared to open his pants. To his surprise, Sheila took the initiative and immediately opened his belt. She looked at him somewhat nervously as she worked with both hands to undo his button and get his zipper down. He helped a little by leaning further back. When she had his zipper down he lifted off the seat. Sheila helped him push his pants and boxers down his legs. His cock sprang free like a cobra from its basket.

“Oh, my!” Sheila exclaimed. “You’re huge!”

Jason just smiled at her and watched her eyes move from his face and back to his dick. Her hands had not even touched him yet.

“I’ve never seen one this big before,” Sheila gasped. “I thought white guys … I mean that …”

“White guys aren’t as big as black guys?” Jason asked rhetorically.

“Well, yeah,” Sheila exclaimed.

“Some are. That’s mostly in the movies,” Jason pronounced.

“Wow,” Sheila said, finally moving her hand to touch him.

Jason’s excited cock jerked and throbbed with life as Sheila’s fingers touched it. She stared at his cock like a new toy.

“Put your hand around it,” Jason suggested.

Sheila complied. “Jason, I’m afraid I’ve only jerked two guys off before. I might not be very good,” Sheila worried.

“You’ll be fine,” Jason assured.

“You’ve probably been with many women, I would imagine?” Sheila asked.

“What makes you think that?”

“It’s just you’re so handsome and have a great body,” Sheila explained. “Have you?”

“Thanks. Yes, I’ve known a few anyway,” Jason offered not wanting to sound too experienced for now.

“God, this dick is incredible,” Sheila said, looking back down at it.

“Thanks,” Jason said and leaned back to give her more room.

Sheila stroked his cock and the fact it was only her third time touching a dick added an extra element of excitement to the whole experience for Jason. His dick started to leak pre-cum and it made the top of his cockhead glisten in the light from the airport floods. Sheila saw the pre-cum emerge and used her forefinger to spread it around the top. The light touch of her finger on his cockhead made Jason moan loudly.

“Am I doing a good job?” Sheila asked somewhat nervously.

“Yes, it feels delightful,” Jason answered.

Sheila kept stroking his cock and even let her one hand drift down to cup his big testicles. She jiggled them in their sack. She barely felt Jason pull her shirt up and expose one of her tits. He had been dying to see them all day and even in the semi-darkness he could make out her nice tit well. The nipples were even deeper brown than Pam’s and slightly bigger. Jason tweaked it with his fingers making her groan. He couldn’t wait to suck on those gorgeous chocolate buds.

Sheila was using two hands back on his shaft now and despite her inexperience, the feeling to Jason’s cock was exquisite and he felt his desire building. Jason wanted to do something more for Sheila but he was thinking he should let her go first if that is what she was comfortable with. He didn’t want to move too fast and put her off.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Sheila said talking to his cock.

“This too,” Jason said lightly pinching her nipple and making her groan more.

“Mmm, that’s good. You know, you’re my first white guy,” Sheila claimed.

“I am?” Jason asked.

“Yes. I’ve always want to date a white guy but there weren’t many in my hometown or in the high school.”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to go with a black girl too. You’re my first,” Jason agreed.

“I guess that makes us even,” Sheila said with less nervousness. She kissed him and it turned into a hot deep kiss.

Sheila pumped his cock faster with her left hand as her right caressed his balls. For being inexperienced, she had a nice touch and eager hands. Jason could feel his balls getting ready to give up their seed. He pulled his shirt up to try to avoid cumming on it. Sheila noticed.

“Are you ready to cum?” she asked.

“Yes … you’re doing a wonderful job,” Jason praised.

“You’re so big and hard,” Sheila commented.

She was practically leaning over into his lap and it made it difficult for him to see what she was doing. He really didn’t need to see though as he felt every pleasureful stroke of her soft hands. He was real close now.

“Oh, shit,” Jason growled. “I’m getting close.”

“Do it, Jason! I want to see it!” Sheila exclaimed.

“Oh, god!” Jason howled.

Sheila was almost too close and nearly caught the first blast in the face. It did land on his shirt just below her face. The second rope of cum was even larger and nearly as forceful. Sheila gasped while she watched intently as the deep pink cockhead spewed more cum. She knew enough to keep stroking him until the last few pulses pushed cum out the opening to trickle down over her fingers. Finally Jason’s cock stopped throbbing and quit leaking cum out of his slit.

This story contains incest.

“Can my sister visit over Thanksgiving?”

It was our first semester in grad school. Bob and I hadn’t known each other very well as undergraduates, mostly from taking the same courses in our major, agreeing to share a flat, when we both were accepted for the grad program in another university. I knew he had a twin sister, but she hadn’t been mentioned since we had moved into the flat with two bedrooms just large enough for a bed and desk.

Sure, his sister could visit him in a couple of weeks – from wherever. I didn’t even know her name. Why was he asking me? I shrugged and replied:

“Sure, of course; why did you ask?”

“I was wondering if you would mind her staying here.”

I was sitting on the two-seat sofa in the small living room; Bob was sitting on the armchair, both of us were reading a magazine, and had hardly glanced up at each other. More lost in the article I was reading, I asked automatically: “Where?”

When Bob didn’t immediately reply, I suddenly awoke to why he had asked and forgot the article. Where was she going to sleep, for how many nights? I didn’t think it would bother me to have girl in the apartment; by then I had slept with a few – whole nights – so it was only a question of where she would sleep. He still hadn’t replied. I looked over at him. His face was hidden behind his magazine.

“Where’s she going to sleep?” I asked, recognizing that I was accepting that she would sleep in our little apartment. Was he blushing, when he raised his head from behind the magazine? It was still another moment before he replied:

“With me, I guess.” He was blushing, and corrected himself:

“I meant in my room, I was assuming,” then adding: “We’re twins, you know.”

Of course, everyone knew that twins were closer than other siblings, so I didn’t have a problem with their sharing a room, but where would she sleep – an air mattress? But there wasn’t space on the floor for one, just maybe, if part of it was under the bed. I asked:

“She has an air mattress?”

Bob shook his head. I hadn’t known that an adult could blush like he was. He looked back at his magazine and murmured: “We have before, you know: twins.”

He could only have meant that they had shared a bed before – a single bed like the ones in our rooms?! I knew what it was like to be in bed with a girl in beds like that. There had only been one reason to be there, and I couldn’t imagine that it wouldn’t occur to siblings, a male and female lying so close that they had to be aware of each other’s body, touching each other, even if they were wearing pajamas or whatever his sister wore in bed. I knew that he just wore boxer shorts. I caught my breath and tried to reply evenly:

“If you want to; I guess so – twins.”

Bob nodded, looking slightly less embarrassed, and murmured again: “We have before.”

I shrugged, then smiled wryly and said: “I don’t think I could with my sister, but I don’t have one.”

He also smiled wryly, also shrugging but now looking relieved, and we left the subject at that for the evening and until the weekend before Thanksgiving. I was, however, thinking too often about their sharing his bed. Had it been a big double bed with space enough to keep out of contact, maybe one like in Europe with two sets of covers? That would be fairly easy, but his single bed was not like that, the two of them under one sheet and blanket, like when I had slept with girls. It was very difficult – impossible – for me to imagine that Bob could not be having similar thoughts, and what was his sister thinking? She must be assuming that I must be wondering about their sharing his bed. It was going to be a very curious situation.

Friday evening before Thanksgiving, we were sharing a six pack. After our second beers, with a wry expression Bob said:

“I guess you must have been wondering about Deb’s coming here. Deb, Deborah.”

“I have been,” I agreed, popping the tab of my third beer.

“She said I should thank you from her for letting her stay here, said that she was looking forward to meeting you.”

“I am too, to meeting her.”

“Said you must be very nice, being so understanding.”

“I’m trying to be: nice, and understanding,” I replied, liking that he had mentioned her visit, thinking that it might be only because Deb had said that.

I took a sip of my fresh beer. Bob took a better one of his. He looked at me, then looked away for a moment, then at me again and took another better one. Then without looking at me he said:

“She called yesterday and said that I should tell you.”

Tell me what, I wondered, also taking a better sip, waiting for him to continue. He looked at me with a slightly embarrassed expression, raising his eyebrows and taking another sip, then murmured:

“Said I should tell you the whole story.”

I just nodded. Bob almost emptied his beer, then gave me a very wry smile and said:

“She’s right, mut escort you must be wondering about us, that you could only think one thing.”

I nodded slightly with a shrug. Bob suddenly began to chuckle and emptied the little in his can and asked if we didn’t have anything else to drink. I said that I thought there was still something in the liter bottle of cognac he had bought duty free when he returned from Europe in the fall. There was. I emptied my can and we got glasses and a made ourselves brandy and sodas, returning to the living room with our glasses and both bottles. We drank, and Bob smirked and told:

“She’s right, you were probably right. For graduation last spring, the parents gave us a trip to Europe, telling us to watch out for each other. For the first week in London, we had reservations for two single rooms. After there, we just played it by ear, had a loose itinerary, finding hotels where we went, asking for two single rooms. In England, I guess the people read our passports better and understood that we were siblings. On the Continent, in hotels they asked if we wanted single rooms, and we explained that we were siblings. How many time did that happen before?”

Bob took a drink, and I did, now anticipating how they could have shared a bed, but it wouldn’t have been one like they were going to share over the long Thanksgiving weekend. He continued:

“Only a couple, three times I guess. Deb must also have glanced in double rooms that were being cleaned and seen the adjacent twin beds with separate covers. When we were looking for a hotel one evening, she looked at me with funny expression and suggested we could save money by sharing a room.

“Hmm! I was very apprehensive about asking for a double room, but why not, if she thought we could share one. It was no problem in that hotel. Hm-hmm! Maybe except for the receptionist’s smiling as though she thought we were a young couple.”

Bob and I took another drink, both smirking slightly; it was too evident where his story was leading. He hummed with a smile and went on:

“That was fine, two adjacent beds, separate covers, we being just as discreet as back home about sharing our bathroom. I think the first evening and morning we both felt a little that we were doing something we shouldn’t be, but that wore off in the next couple of days in that hotel. In the next town, I was much more nonchalant about asking for a double room, which had the same type of beds. Deb just smiled and said that we were saving money. We were, since hotel bills were a big part of our budget.

“Of course, we got a little looser about seeing each other in just underwear. Hadn’t I seen her in a bikini and she seen me in trunks? She has a nice figure, but I knew that already, and I had seen her at home in a shorty nightgown and bottom. We always changed individually in the bathroom, but got careless about closing the door completely. A few times at breakfast, people smiled at the young American couple, and we smiled back sweetly, then winking at each other. After the first or second time, I did wonder if they saw that and maybe thought our winks were because we had had a good night together, but that thought didn’t suggest anything to me.”

Bob took another drink, and I did, and one of us refilled our glasses, as he continued:

“So that was fine, also in the next couple of hotels. But then in a picturesque small town, after we checked in, we discovered that the bed in the double room was an old-fashioned, one mattress double bed with one set of covers.”

I tried not to grin as I nodded. Bob took a sip of his brandy and soda, so I did. He looked at me with slight smirk and said:

“Guess you anticipated that that was going to happen.”

I nodded again, not suppressing my grin, and replied:

“Deb said you should tell me the whole story.”

“I guess so, and you can imagine it, anyway. She and I looked at each other quizzically. This had all been Deb’s idea, but it didn’t seem like she had envisioned this. I certainly had not – after all the hotels with two mattresses. She wrinkled her nose and murmured something like “I guess so,” and I must have nodded. We were planning to stay there for two nights, so we unpacked and went out for supper. I remember that we were a little reserved during our meal and agreed to take a walk before returning to the hotel, to our double bed. It was only about half-again as wide as ours here. Seemed like we both were stalling off getting into bed with each other under one set of covers.”

We took a sip of our drinks. I smiled encouragingly for Bob to continue:

“I seem to remember that we were much more discreet about getting undressed and changing. I told her to go first. Yeah, we were; she kept her blouse on until she was in the bathroom and had closed the door. I had suggested she go first, because I was hoping the lights would be off when I returned in just my boxer shorts. You can imagine why. She was my sister, nazilli escort but the thought of being under the covers with any girl …. Well, you can imagine why, why I also kept my pants on until I was in the bathroom. I turned off everything but the bedside lamp and busied myself with the guide book to avoid looking at her when she returned from the bathroom.

“When I returned from it, the bedside lamp was off. From the bathroom light, I saw that she was under the covers, turned on her side away from me and uncomfortably close to the other side of the bed. At least, she wasn’t going to see that I was finding the situation uncomfortable, if you know what I mean.”

I did and nodded and had a sip, and then Bob did with a wry smile, then asking:

“Sure you want to whole story?”

“If she wanted you to tell it to me.”

“Hmm?! Maybe she wasn’t thinking I was going to tell it like this.”

“Too good to stop now, and it sounds like you’re enjoying recalling and telling as much as I am, listening. Besides, it is too obvious what going to happen, I am just curious how. So tell.”

We both took another sip, and he did:

“You’re right; I am enjoying it, now that I have started, and you know what’s going to happen, why it slipped out a couple of weeks ago, when I said ‘with me’ and began go beet red. So I turned off the light in the bathroom and slipped under the covers behind her, lying on my back, which isn’t the way I sleep. This was too ticklish. Something was reminding me that I was lying in bed with a girl. I couldn’t dare lie on my side facing her, so I turned to other way. She had to grab the covers to keep me from pulling them back too much. We managed to settle that by both moving a little closer, our asses just touching once and then separating, and we said good night.

“I lay there wishing we had had a stiff nightcap to make it easier to fall asleep, but eventually I did, and she must have too. Oh, yeah, I remembered that she usually slept on her back. Would have been better if we had been identical twins, one right- the other left-handed, both probably naturally sleeping on different sides.”

“If you had been lying on the sides of the bed to avoid facing each other,” I interjected and took a sip. Bob snickered softly with a nod and also took a sip, agreeing:

“Yes, but we weren’t, aren’t. Did I wake up, when she rolled back? Not enough to remember that she was my sister. It just was nicely familiar from the couple of nights I had slept with a girlfriend when her parents weren’t home. She had had a big bed in her room, and had then moved to roll towards me, and her arm had slid around me. That was what was happening behind me, a girl’s arm was sliding around me.

“Then I was suddenly wide awake, recognizing the foreign scent in the room and realizing that it was Deb’s arm around me, her warm body against mine, her thighs drawing up behind mine. Was she awake, knowing she was embracing me like that?! Did she have so much experience sleeping with guys that she could do that without really waking up?! Of course, she must have slept with guys in college, but she couldn’t possibly have consciously put her arm around me. I heard her sigh with a soft moan, and then her breathing sounded like she was sleeping again.

“I wasn’t, not with any girl’s arm around me, especially my sister’s. What was she going to think or do when she woke up like that?! What if it only sounded like she was sleeping, knew her arm was around me? Did girls feel like that down there, like I was, like I did, when I woke up with my arm around a girl and my hand found her breast?”

I took another drink, feeling that I wasn’t sober, but enjoying it and enjoying Bob’s so vivid story, envisioning what he was describing. It seem so apparent that sooner or later he was going to have his arm around Deb and his hand holding her breast: his “She has a nice figure.” And what about her and his feeling like that down there? Maybe I grinned a little foolishly. Bob also drank, then grinned and said:

“You wanted to hear my version of the full story.”

“Yeah! I won’t tell her that it’s being this good.”

“I won’t either! So there we were. Did I want to save her from the embarrassment of waking up that way, or wouldn’t she be embarrassed and consciously do what that girlfriend’s hand had done? She was my sister; I couldn’t let her do that, even if I wanted her to. At least, I couldn’t let her, while she was thinking I was some other guy. What to do? How to get out of our position? Have to remove her arm. I put my hand on hers, hoping to gently slid it back around me. She moaned softly again and held me closer. Was it just a reflex from feeling my hand on hers, like some boyfriend had done, how many, all of them?

“Her hand didn’t like it when I moved it back down on the side of my waist. I murmured: ‘Hi Deb, it’s me, Bob.’ She moaned softly and then murmured: ‘Oh, … yeah, … still nice.’ ‘Too,’ I whispered. nilüfer escort ‘Still nice,’ she repeated, and her fingers crept down on my shorts to my hip bone. I shouldn’t have let them, especially when they found it and then rubbed in front of it. Did she know what that could do for a man? I almost grabbed her hand and moved it back, landing on her hip. Did she have to murmur again: ‘That’s nice too.’ What did she mean, want?”

Bob smiled wryly and took a sip, and I did, and he asked:

“Are we getting drunk?”

“Not enough for you not to finish your story.”

“Hmm! I guess not; just don’t tell her.”

“Said I wouldn’t, if you finish it, else I might ask her to.”

We both snickered, and Bob replied:

“Then I had better. She rolled back and told me to roll over. I did. She was always the more dominant of us, born two minutes before me. Well, you must know how it is to lie with a girl like that, and my thigh just instinctively drew up over hers, and hers slid up a little between mine. It was all too familiar, but now literally ‘too familiar,’ my sister’s thigh between mine, and where else should my hand be, if not on her stomach. She purred and murmured again: ‘also nice, … hold one.’ Sure, I knew what she meant, but when I hesitated, her hand grasped mine and drew it up on her breast. My fingers couldn’t resist holding it through the thin cloth of her shorty; they wanted to. She moaned, and her fingers encouraged mine.”

Bob took another sip, looking like he wasn’t sure he would continue. Maybe he need another sip of alcohol. I just murmured:

“Go on.”

“Hmmm? Well, you know what’s going to happen. I don’t like this. The way I’ve been telling it sounds like I’m making her responsible for what happened, but I wanted it to, too. If I had rolled over towards her, I would have put my arm around her and held her nice breast. She just happened to roll over first. Whatever, now I was, and she was liking it and knew whose fingers were squeezing her aroused nipple, also whose thighs were squeezing one of hers. It twitched. Could she have felt my cock twitch? It had, of course, long since free of my boxer shorts. She moaned and muttered: ‘I’m horny. Aren’t you?’

“Of course I was, had been since I got in bed, trying not to admit it, but now she had and had asked that! Did I intentionally rock my hips to make my cock touch her? It did. She murmured: “You are too,’ and squeezed my hand on her breast.”

“Nice breast,” I suggested, immediately thinking that I wouldn’t have, if I had been sober, which didn’t, however, keep me from taking another sip. Bob nodded with a smirk and also took a sip and continued:

“‘Nice breast.’ Then I felt her other hand, which was down between us, move. Was she wanting to hold my cock, like a couple of other girls had done, when I was lying like that with them? No, her fingers were gathering up the bottom of her shorty. I felt it slide up past the head of my cock, and then she was pulling it up, raised her hips to pull it up further. ‘What are you doing?’ I mumbled, although it was pretty obvious. ‘If we’re both horny, …’ she replied and pulled it up to her breasts, pulling it from under my hand. My hand on my sister’s naked breast – nice naked breast, before you interrupt me again.

“That was when I gave in, gave up asking stupid questions; anything she wanted. Hell, I was so horny, hadn’t slept with a girl for weeks and hadn’t done anything else since we started sharing rooms, if you know what I mean, and I didn’t think she had either. ‘You can suck it,’ she suggested. If I was already holding one, of course, I could suck her other one. I probably would have without her encouragement, the most obvious thing to do at that point in that position. I did, and she moaned and clutched my hand, as I only vaguely wondered what would happen next.”

I managed just to nod; I knew what my hand would be doing next in that situation. I waited for Bob to continue.

“I didn’t have to wait long; her hand pulled mine off her breast. A couple of girls had done that in the past – maybe just freshman year – but they had just wanted me to stop arousing them. Deb’s hand was pulling mine down over her stomach. A couple of girls had stopped my hand when it started to do that, but Deb’s was drawing mine right down to her loose bottom and over it, as her other thigh rolled to the side and the one between mine drew up a little. Then my hand under hers was between them. When my fingers did what they knew to do, she gave a long moan, her fingers encouraged mine. Then her bottom was moist where my fingers were rubbing.

“I didn’t know how far this was going to go, but I was past worrying about it. Then her hand left mine and found the elastic of her bottom and pulled it down. She couldn’t pull it down as far as she wanted, but I understood and slipped my hand inside, over her trimmed pubic hair, and then my fingers were on her pussy again, making her moan. Then both her hands were pulling her bottom down, the one between us brushing past my cock. She chuckled and raise her hips, and then they were free of her shorty bottom. When my thumb moved on her trimmed hair, she murmured: ‘I’ll start to shave again, didn’t know this was going to happen,’ whereupon her hand grasped my stiff cock.

We arrive at the hotel and get settled in. Unpack our bags and head out to the concierge lounge for drinks and light snacks. Even though the flight was long we both seem no worse for wear. We are too excited because we are away from home and ready for some fun and relaxation even though some of the time you will need to get some work accomplished.

I am part of the business package this trip as your IT advisor. You’ve made arrangements prior to our arrival for an in room massage but haven’t told me as a surprise.

With drinks in hand we head back to the room. I hit the shower and come out wrapped in a towel. You jump in after me and also return in a towel. I have the tv going surfing channels and you grab the remote and say too soon for tv I’ve got something better. You have me sit on the bed and place a blind fold on me.

There is a knock on the door and someone enters but I’m not sure who it is and you ask me not to remove the blindfold just yet. I hear some movement about the room and you walk over to remove the silk blindfold to reveal a nice looking guy in a business suit.

While I sit on the bed he performs this slow strip tease. Several songs play as he works almost all of his clothes off until he is down to a very small pair of underwear that leaves nothing to the imagination. He then winks over at you and you replace the blind fold on me.

I hear the door open and close once more and some clanking of glasses and ask what you are up to? Now can I remove the eye covering? You say no, not yet. You tell me to leave the blindfold on that in addition to the entertainment there will be an in room massage.

I’m then instructed to lie down on my stomach and you say you’re going to remove my towel and to just relax. Once the towel is removed you sit in a chair and watch my reaction and give me melikgazi escort a play by play as to what will happen next. You say some warm oils will be placed on your shoulder and back and within seconds I feel the warm oil touch my skin and strong hands begin to work it into my muscles.

As the masseuse begins working their hands into my muscles and I catch the scent of almond oil. Some soothing music is also playing in the background. The masseuse then begins to rub my arms, waist, and butt. Slowly they work their way down my legs and after a while of this you instruct me to turn over. I am so relaxed and in a zone I can hardly move but I turn over as instructed.

The masseuse then begins to work more oil onto my shoulders and arm and before I know it my breasts are also being massaged and my nipples are gently toyed with. This makes me squirm and you ask if I like it? I am so relaxed that it takes a second for me to respond and I tell you it’s wonderful. All the while the blindfold has remained over my eyes.

The masseuse then begins to rub my torso and sides and works along my thighs. Slowly, I can feel their strong hands gently work their way toward my inner thighs, down my leg to the knee, calf, ankle, and back up. They then begin the same process on the other leg careful to get near my now aching pussy but making sure not to touch it yet.

I feel the masseuse then take my leg and lift it slightly so as to rub under my leg massaging my calves and back of my inner thigh. First the right leg then the left. My legs are left slightly parted when the masseuse places them back down and then begins toying with my inner thighs and grazes my pussy lips.

I let out a small gasp and with that the hands continue to work over my outer swollen clean shaven mound. Again, I feel menemen escort the masseuse hands drop between my leg and this time their fingers penetrate and part my pussy lips now moist love entrance. Their fingers slowly glide up and down and I begin to moan because they seem to know exactly what to do. The whole time you’re watching you occasionally ask if I like this or that where ever they are touching. Before I know it two sets of hands are touching and stroking me. I begin to moan with pleasure.

I then feel someone part my legs and kiss my inner thigh which really gets me squirming. I hear you make a soft moan and can tell it’s you kissing my love cave entrance. I go to reach for your head but I’m stopped by a set of hands that place my arms down again at my sides and begin massaging my tits while you begin to work your magic nibbling, sucking, and licking my pussy. This sends me over the edge. I have never felt so sexually alive.

I’m dying to know who else is touching me while you lick and tease me and the unknown is thrilling. You continue sucking, kissing, and licking me through many orgasms and before long I’m calling white flag. I need a break for air!! Again two set of hands are exploring my body. After a bit of time I feel a set of hands once again move to my pussy and they begin to stroke me. Slowly at first and then a little faster and I begin to moan while my hips begin to move in rhythm with their hand.

At this point you come over to me and remove my blind fold only to reveal that it is a beautiful masseuse woman who is stoking me and at this observation I let out another moan and you quickly bend down and kiss me lightly at first and then more passionately. Our tongues collide and I moan again. OMG, I am over the edge and my heart is bounding. I reach for your thigh meram escort and pull you closer. When there is a pause in our kissing you look down at me and smile. I just tilt my head back and let out another moan.

When I turn toward you I pull you closer to me and see that your cock is rock hard. I reach over to you and stoke your balls. I then grab a hold of your cock and you eagerly move even closer toward my face. You see where I’m going with this and situate yourself appropriately.

Your dick is now right by my mouth and I gently pull it down and kiss the head. Then I lick it while I gently begin to put my lips around tip again licking and sucking you like an ice cream cone. Ha ha. This drives you crazy and you thrust more of your hardness into my warm wet mouth. I greedily take it and your hip begin to move some.

Your hands are stroking my hair and lightly scratching my scalp the way you like. I look up at you but your eyes are closed and you let out a man moan. Then I let out a moan and you open your eyes to see that the masseuse has begun to eat me. All you can muster to say is OMG, yes.

You reach out and rub my tits and pinch my nipples while I continue to suck on you. Both of us are going crazy. Your hips stop moving so that I can take as much of you as possible in my mouth and my tongue does the dance you love so much. Again, you moan out and say fantastic!!You tell me you’re going to cum and whoosh. I swallow all of you.

Then you bend down and kiss me again. The masseuse has inserted a toy in my pussy and before you know it I’m moaning again. The vibration on my clit has me paralyzed with pleasure. You pull away from our kiss and look into my eyes. I place my hands on your shoulders and start to squeeze them telling you I’m going to cum!! Before I know it’s my turn to whoosh. Oh God, and I cry out with an incredibly loud moan.

I just lay there awhile spent. The masseuse quietly leaves the room and you slide up next to me in bed. I press myself against your hair chest and nuzzle in tight close to you. You wrap your arms around me and before you know it we are out like a light.

I

I stand here before you, watching you sway in the rhythm of your sexual longing. My words seem to still be echoing in your mind, telling you just how to masturbate yourself, making sure not to push you over the edge. I love thinking about how it must feel, to realise that if simply masturbating to the brink and stopping could feel so intense, intense enough to start begging me for mercy, just how will it feel for you once I take over. I’ve seen you at your most intimate, I know just how far I can push you.

“Again,” I command as you beg once more, taken to the limit of what your own touch can provide. Your waist bounces rapidly to the strum of your fingers, making my cock tense for a moment as I imagine what it would be like to feel you right now. To feel how your pussy must be convulsing to be nearly granted the climax that has been tantalising it for some time now. It takes all my willpower to not leap towards your tensing body, enticed by the little trail of your pussy juice which drips from your tender apex. Watching your arousal build to a visible trail of pleasure has kept me yearning to do so much more to you, but patience always yields the sweetest results.

Telling me that you are on the edge once again, I decide that now is the time. Flinging myself from the chair, I clutch your wrist and pull it away. I bask in the enjoyment for a moment, the power it brings to have complete control of your pleasure, watching your eyes tell the internal struggle of wanting to have something so bad and wanting to give it just as badly. After a few seconds I pull your wrist up, strapping it in place with the cuffs at the head of the bed. Wordlessly I do the same to your other wrist and ankles, restraining you fully while leaving you to stew in the thoughts of what I’ll be making you feel very soon. Once you are completely helpless, I finally whisper to you.

“Think to yourself, with how bad you want it now, just imagine how you’re going to feel once I’m done with you, with my mouth wrapped around that tenderness.”

I decide not to put a blindfold on, preferring to let you watch me. Slowly my fingers tease around your nipples while my lips peck down your neck, down your cleavage. With your nipples already so stiff, I let my fingertips brush over the tips of them occasionally, wanting you to arch for more before I truly go to work on you. Once my lips reach that most erotic of destinations, I begin to kiss and lick along the sides of your mound, tantalizing those soft folds.

Feeling your body arch, those gorgeous breasts heaving to your glee, I decide to give you just a little of what is to come. Squeezing your nipples between thumb and finger, I delight in the little squeak of joy that escapes you. It turns me on so much that I can’t help but want to hear it again and again, so I trail my tongue around that very centre of your sexuality. I savour the rocking of your hips, letting me know that you are already so overcome by the sensations, having brought yourself to the brink for so long. Repeatedly I circle my tongue, occasionally lapping just over the top of it, delighting in the instant shudder and gasp it produces. As much as I want so much to press my mouth against you and make you scream out, I know that you won’t feel truly satisfied unless I take you beyond what you thought you’d experience. For as long as I can, I will keep you in that state of pure need.

My chin feels so slick with your essence, a little reminder of just how long you’ve been experiencing this arousal. With the slowest of motions, I trace my tongue down and along your entrance, slipping it a little inside you before curling it back up. merzifon escort Once I’m back at that sensitive clitoris of yours, I know that the time is just right. With a final hard pinch and twist of your nipples, I slide one hand down, pushing my fingers back against your mound. I reveal your sensitivity even more, peeling back that clitoral hood. Completely at my mercy.

I lock my lips around your clitoris and instantly relish your little scream and the bucking of your hips. Nothing is more erotic than the feeling of your thighs wrapping tighter around my head, as if your body is uncertain about what it should be feeling. I suck your clitoris with a cruel longing, a desire for you to be in an almost painful pleasure. There is nothing like being in such control when your most sensitive little spot is at the whim of my mouth, my lips, and my tongue; how just the smallest part of you can render your entire body at my complete mercy.

I relinquish my hold just as you tell me you are close, not wanting to let you have release just yet. There is a temptation to utter some erotic thought to you, to paint another picture of what could be happening to you, how you could be feeling multiple hands caressing every inch of your body while I’m devouring your sex. Though I decide to leave you to your own thoughts, knowing that your own mind will work your body up just as intently, always eager to paint itself into a deeper hunger.

After listening to a few of your deep breaths, I sink my lips back against your mound. Noticing how your hips thrust up and down at a faster rate once you get closer, I barely need you to tell me that you are about to come, though I still wait for that moment anyhow. The way your thighs spread wider the moment I stop, inviting me to give you so much more, makes me want to strip and fuck you right that second. Of course, the delight will be in making you climax from my mouth alone, especially with you knowing that I won’t stop even once you come.

I keep repeating the cycle a few more times, with each time you get close bringing another surge of pleasure and power to me, like a rush of joy in how completely you belong to my actions right at those moments. Your body is my instrument.

Once your shivers of pleasure have escalated, once your moans and pleas for mercy truly seem to have reached their most prominent, once I know that making you climax right now will be the one thing you aren’t entirely expecting, I’ll keep focusing all my attention on your clitoris once you tell me again that you are there.

Your scream of pleasure, your trembling thighs, your thrusting hips, none of these capture my attention. All of my focus remains firmly locked on your swollen clitoris which suddenly feels just that bit stiffer against my tongue. It’s that determined focus on that little space, on the pleasure that it brings me to think of just how it must feel, that keeps me from ever giving in to your pleas for it to stop. I’m not feasting on your pussy, I’m feasting on your orgasms, and that’s going to keep me going for as long as you can feel it.

You

You continuously tense your lower body, wanting so desperately to give in, to take back control of your own pleasure and come, though you remain poised, trapped in your own ecstasy. You look down for a moment and see him before you, watching as you rock your hips up and down. The hunger in his eyes makes you wish he could feel the tightness that wraps around your fingers the moment you slide them in, to make him feel how it would be to thrust himself inside, choosing that pleasure over the torment of your denial.

“Please,” mezitli escort you ask as much with your eyes as your voice, but he simply commands you to continue, the wetness trailing down your ass becoming a constant reminder of just how badly you need that release. As you continue to masturbate, you picture him fucking you, the feeling of his weight pressing down upon you, feeling every ounce of his masculinity radiating against your body while his manhood commands from within you.

“I’m close,” you gasp into the air, knowing that he won’t let you get off that easily, though still holding out hope that just this moment you’ll get what you crave. For a second, you hear no objection, though suddenly, just as you linger on that precipice, his hand snatches yours away. You say nothing as you gaze into his eyes, almost able to see the glare of triumph in reducing you to such desperation. Never before have you wanted to orgasm this badly, which makes your womanhood pulse a little more, knowing what else is to come. Part of you wants so desperately to pull your hand away and take yourself over the edge, to defy him and see just what punishment would await. While the other half feels overcome with excitement at what you are going to feel, wanting to submit to this new level of arousal.

As he suddenly starts to restrain you at last, your mind becomes enraptured with thoughts of what will happen, thoughts of having your pussy feasted on relentlessly, thoughts of being forced to orgasm until you are crying in pleasure, having him looming over you and not allowing you to give in. The moment he whispers to you, the only word that needs be said, ‘…mouth…’, lingers in your thoughts. That picture of his lips pressing to your sex, devouring you endlessly until you are a screaming wreck, makes you realise that if the restraints weren’t on you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.

His fingers circle around your chest, surprising you that his lips instantly begin a slow descent down your body. You expected him to blindfold you, though the thought of watching him eat you out is just as intoxicating. The pulsating longing for stimulation coursing through your nipples, as if directly connected to your loins, is prolonged by the constant motion of those delicate fingers passing around and occasionally over them. You want desperately for him to just pinch them hard, yet know better than to give in and ask for it. The trail of his kisses down your body makes you naturally rock your hips towards him. Though the path of those lips, teasing around your pussy, makes you almost wish you hadn’t shown him just how badly you want it. The little flickers of his tongue to the sides of your pussy lips almost tickles, not enough to make you laugh, just enough to frustrate you further.

Finally you arch your back, trying to get a little mercy on your aching nipples. At last, that firm pinch sends the spark of electricity through you that you needed – a moment’s respite. Once his tongue begins circling around your clitoris however, all focus is pulled to just that one tiny place. Nothing else matters right now. It’s as if all the blood in your body has rushed to that tender little bud, every nerve ending reaching out, straining for more. A little less self-restraint and you’d be screaming out for him to just do what he really wants to do, but you know that the orgasm it brings will be worth every second. All that masturbation has gotten you so sensitive, just the slight slips of his tongue over your clitoris seems to send a flame coursing through your entire body. For a second you try and keep your hips still, midyat escort just to see if you can control the motion, yet it does no good as instantly the sensations of longing take hold and cause your hips to rock up and down, as if to entice him to unlock the feminine delights he must be yearning to reveal.

You almost freeze once his tongue darts within the folds of your sex. For a second you wonder how you taste, though the thought is stolen by a sigh of pleasure as his tongue flicks against your clitoris just at the moment he tweaks your nipples fiercely, almost a little too hard, as if purposely trying to clear your head of all thought. The moment however that his fingers slide down to peel back your clitoral hood, you look down, knowing just what is to come, the anticipation of what you will feel almost torturous in itself. Just before his lips lower around it, you fling your head back and tense your entire body in preparation.

You wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself from crying out even if you had tried. As if ripped from your throat, the scream pierces the room. You pull at the restraints and try to close your legs, not in pain, but in the pure intensity of the stimulation that your completely exposed clitoris is being subjected to. It feels like it is about to become detached from your body, trapped within those lips and sucked so intently.

Just as you are about to come, you alert him, “I’m going to…,” before it stops abruptly.

For a moment you try to catch your breath, wanting the feeling at the base of your clitoris to never fade, while wondering for a second whether he’d be able to suck you this hard and torment you this cruelly if he knew just how it felt right there.

You gasp as his mouth presses once again to your sex, his tongue darting against it. You look down and want to come from seeing the sight alone, his face pressed tightly against your inner thighs, the very centre of your sexuality being so thoroughly explored. The eroticism of having your most delicate, sensitive place being at the mercy of another person’s mouth drives you instantly to the edge. You think not to mention it, but you decide against not telling; as expected, the moment you utter the words, he stops.

It feels like no time at all before he starts again, that constant yet never fading heat pierces every morsel of your pussy, a hot wetness that once risen, seems to never sink back beneath the surface. Repeatedly he edges you, giving that hope of orgasm and then yanking it away. You hope your moans and motions, your squeals and shudders, would entice him to give mercy, though they seem to merely add to his fulfillment in keeping you held so close yet so far away.

Again that ache cycles through to the tip of your clitoris, like a fountain being held from gushing, though this time once you cry out, he does not stop.

“I’m going to come,” you expel, though the seconds between telling him and coming seem to be a void, as if your mind cannot comprehend this sudden change of routine torment. Your every muscle tenses before you realise what has happened. The orgasm hits you hard, suffocating and relentless. No matter how much you strain against the cuffs or how hard your shaking legs try to close shut, you are forced to endure the ride and see every moment of this orgasm through. It’s as if every self-produced orgasm is a journey that you have halted, with this time being a passenger, driven past the point where you’d always stop, experiencing the lengths you’d not seen before. You’d have long stopped by now, but still it continues. His tongue lapping away and his lips clamped around you as if nothing had changed, as if your body wasn’t an inferno.

Seconds ago, you wanted to feel this more than anything else. Right now, you’d give anything to him to stop it. You thought the same last time you experienced this, and you are going to think the same thing again, and again, and again.

The End

“Hey Will! Got a second?”

I was abruptly torn from my deep thoughts about what color I should pick when buying my new car. It always happens to me that I drift off when going through the tedious start up process of logging into my computer. I looked up to see John standing by the entrance of my office. Behind him, half hidden from view, I could see another person, a woman.

“Sure John, what can I do for you?”

“Remember how I told you that our new Human Resources Manager was starting today?”

“Oh yeah, of course.”

John motioned to the woman to step into my office. I rose from my chair preparing to introduce myself to the new employee. The woman entering my office was about my age; early thirties. She was blond, had a straight and impressive posture, revealing that she most likely had been a top athlete. Her face was not ordinary, but not really striking either. Her hair was tied into a knot and she was dressed impeccably.

Thinking back to that first encounter I have to really strain my memory to remember anything else apart from the way she seemed instinctively skeptic, almost superior.

“Hi I’m Will.” I said as I offered my hand to greet her.”

She looked at it as though I was just about to hand her the garbage. Then she took my hand and squeezed it surprisingly firm.

“Susanne Wilcox pleased to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you Susanne…Jones.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean that’s my last name…..Jones.”

“Ah, I see,” she said throwing John a glance as if saying “is this really your Public Relations Manager?”

I went through the normal “welcome onboard” routine, noticing that it had never felt so shallow before. I guess pitching a new work place to a Human Resource Manager should be a hard sell. It’s kind of like selling a seasoned car sales rep your old Buick.

A couple of minutes later John and Susanne were out the door to continue the introduction to the other members of our happy staff. I went back to working at my computer, wondering if this new addition to the company was a good or bad thing.

A couple of days later Susanne called me over to her office. I was surprisingly nervous as I knocked on the door. I say that as I almost never get nervous. Throw me in front of a board or a management group and I will steal the show. I heard Susanne call on me to enter. I opened the door and slowly entered. She did not look up from her papers as I stood there waiting for her to tell me why she had called me there. For a time, that seemed far too long, she did not look up. Is she for real, I thought to myself? Finally she looked up, as if she had run out of things to read and might as well look at the poor bastard standing in front of her.

“Well, Will. As you know we immediately need to hire two new guys in accounting. I was wondering if you could please help me write the job ads.”

“Perhaps, when do you need them?”

“We need to send them to the newspaper by noon tomorrow in order for them to make the weekend edition.”

“You’re kidding right?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I don’t know if you noticed, but I happen to be up to my neck with work preparing for the press conference on Monday.” – Susanne seemed to ponder what I just milas escort said for a second. Good, she is coming to her senses I thought to myself.

“Who pays you your salary,” she said looking at me with a content smile.

“What?”

“Who pays you your salary?”

“What the hell has that got to do with anything?”

“If we don’t get these two new guys into accounting pronto, they will not be able to pay out the salaries on time. So now, what’s more important to you, your salary or working an extra hour to complete those ads?”

I was shocked. I get along with most everyone, yet with this ice queen the situation had deteriorated faster than a Swiss cheese lying in the sun.

“Fine, give me the profile and you’ll have the ads tomorrow morning, but for the record, you owe me.”

“Oh please, Will, we’re not in high school anymore. This is not a case of ‘you help me with my home work and I’ll help you with yours’.”

Accompanied by her giggles I stormed out of her office, feeling humiliated to let myself be bossed around like that by somebody that had been on the job for less than a week.

The next morning I got into the elevator, and just as the doors were about to shut I heard a voice calling “hold that door”. I quickly put out a foot preventing the doors from closing. As they slid open again I saw Susanne standing there.

“Morning Will! Thanks for holding the elevator.”

“No problem.”

“Do you have the ads for me?”

“They are in your inbox.”

“Super, you’re a real sport!”

You’re a real sport? What cheesy management class had she been to thinking that that would put us back on even footing.

Days passed and we continued our little power struggle. I was extremely frustrated to notice that I seemed to be the only one not getting along with Susanne. I had not experienced that since University when I had sex and then dumped Mary Hasseldorf, the loved-by-all editor of the University paper.

On a Friday about a month and a half into Susanne’s employment the office had arranged for Friday beer at the local pub. We had a surprisingly good time spurred on by the amazing sales figures of last month that had just come to our knowledge. Susanne was sitting across the pub chatting to some of the sales staff and John. She was the center of attention and everyone seemed to hang on to her every word. At one point she looked over to me and she quickly winked her eye. I almost choked on the beer I was drinking.

The evening passed and I decided it was time to call it a night as the beer was getting to my tired head. Well out on the street I tried to wave down a taxi. The rain was coming down heavily and I was almost starting to fill sober again in the cold wind. I finally managed to get hold of a cab and just as we were about to drive off the other passenger door was thrown open. Susanne jumped into the dry car escaping the pouring rain.

“Well, look at what the cat dragged in,” I said smiling at Susanne.

“So I owe you another one. I’m drunk and would never admit it otherwise, so enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Where do you live?”

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“Ok, we’ll just drive around and whenever we happen mudanya escort to come across your apartment you’ll let the driver know so that he can let you off. How does that sound?”

“Mmm, yeah, you’re right….33 Bell Street, please,” she said blushing. A reaction I believed she was not equipped with.

The taxi began driving and for the first minutes we sat in silence. She was looking out her window. It was Susanne who broke the silence.

“When I was a kid my dad used to tell me that rain was god showering the earth cleaning it from all the dirt. I almost gave my parents a heart attack when they, after looking for me for about an hour, found me sitting in a chair on the lawn in the middle of a rainy night. When they asked what I was doing I said I was just letting god shower the dirt off me. After that my dad stopped using symbolic and religious metaphors.”

She turned and looked at me. For the first time we laughed together.

The taxi came to a stop in front of her apartment building.

“This is me.”

She opened her purse and pulled out a $20 bill.

“No, Susanne,” I said placing my hand on hers, “I got this. You go on inside and get out of those wet clothes. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Susanne opened the door and then stopped.

“Tell you what, why don’t you come on up for a while and we’ll smoke the peace pipe. What do you say?”

“Ok, but you’ll do the smoking and I’ll just lean back.”

“Are we still talking about smoking a pipe,” she said with a grin.

When we got into her large and tastefully furnished apartment she went into the kitchen to make drinks. I browsed through her CD collection. Not finding any alarming music that would reveal a crazy person I contently leaned back in the comfortable sofa. When Susanne came back out, her hair all wet from the rain and slicked back, I noticed how sexy she looked. She was wearing a black top and tightly fitting stretch jeans. To my surprise she sat down next to me in the couch, as opposed to the arm chair as I would have expected. Susanne must have noticed my reaction.

“What’s the matter Will, afraid of me?”

“No, I’m just surprised.”

“Surprised about what?”

“I’m surprised to be sitting soaking wet with a drink in my hand in your living room at two o’clock in the morning.”

We both laughed at that.

“So what happened, why are we always arguing,” she asked.

“Because you are an overly ambitious bitch,” I said smiling at her.

“Touché. Or, could it just be sexual tension?

“I think Mother Theresa is sexier than you,” I said mocking her.

“Ahh, that’s cold,” she said acting hurt.

“So if I was to take of this soaking top and bra, you would fall asleep,” she continued.

“Oh, most definitely,” I lied.

“And if I took of the jeans and soaked panties you would start snoring?”

“I would be having drinks with Mr Sandman at that time.”

Susanne leaned over and placed her drink on the side table. She looked deep into my eyes as she began to slowly take of her top. I had never noticed before how large and firm her breast seemed. She then proceeded to unsnap her bra, slowly bringing it down to reveal her mustafakemalpaşa escort tits. They were, in fact, as impressive as they seemed. I did not even pretend not to stare. She then unzipped her fly and began to pull down her jeans revealing her long shapely legs still glistening from the rain.

She stood up, leaned forward with her back towards me and slowly slid her panties down leaving her ass bare in front of me. Then she sat back down again.

“I don’t hear any snoring,” she said teasingly.

“You woke up the fellow downstairs and now he’s keeping me awake.”

“Oh really? How interesting. Should we not let him out to play with us?”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

With that Susanne unzipped my fly and I pulled down my pants and boxers for her. My erect cock swung out in the open.

“You have more balls than I thought,” Susanne said laughing.

“Enough to shut you up anyways.”

Susanne giggled before grabbing my cock firmly. “We’ll just have to see about that, Will.” She began stroking gently and slowly. When I started moaning she leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock. I moaned again and she giggled before stroking faster while lowering her mouth over the bulb shaped head. Her mouth on my cock felt heavenly.

She stopped for a moment and flicked a public hair out of her mouth. She laid back on the sofa spreading her legs wide and slowly ran her fingers over her lips stopping to play with her clit. She stared at me gauging my reaction.

“Want to taste some of this? I know you have wanted to stick your tongue up here ever since I walked into your office the first time, isn’t that so?”

“Yeah baby, spread that pussy wide for me and I’ll make up for all that time my tongue has been away from there.”

I leaned over and our mouths met in a passionate kiss. I kissed her neck as I begin working my way down to her tits, my tongue circling her hard nipples. Finally I began to lick Susanne’s wet pussy, taking in her taste and musky smell. I inserted two fingers into her dripping cunt while exploring her with my tongue.

Susanne breathing grew rapid as I continued thrusting my finger and tongue into her pussy.

When she climaxed she grabbed my hand and squeezed with all her might.

“I’m going to fuck that ice queen right out of you now, I said as I placed my cock at the entrance of her slit.”

“Mmmm, yes baby, do me hard,” Susanne moaned.

I entered Susanne’s tight pussy, feeling how warm and soft she was inside. We kissed passionately as I rocked in and out of her. After a while Susanne slid out from under me. She placed herself on all fours.

“Fuck me and spank me for being such a bitch,” she said now obviously aroused by the moment and the alcohol.

I entered her from behind and began to slap her firm butt cheeks as I fucked her. I placed my thumb on her asshole as I began to rub it while fucking her. She seemed to like that and she moaned as I inserted the thumb into her tight puckered asshole. She was driving me crazy and I was about to come any second.

“I’m coming now,” I shouted.

“Yes baby, fill me up with your cum!”

I came hard and she milked my cock with her pussy enhancing the sensation. We fell down on the couch with me still inside of her, sweaty and exhausted.

“How weird was that,” I said after collecting my breath.

“I know.”

We began laughing like crazy. That Saturday morning we had breakfast at one in the afternoon. Eating was just not that interesting at that point.

I enter the room, watching you type at your computer, leaning against the door frame, head rested against the grained wood. Light from the screen shining on your face, eyes staring not aware of me. I smile, thinking of all the ways I’ll make that expressionless face change. Quietly I slip into the room, and wrap my arms over your shoulders across your chest, resting my head next to yours, breasts pressed against your back, hair falling across your cheek.

You smile, and put a hand on my bare arm, turning to kiss me.

“Come away from the computer,” I purr..

I take your hand and lead you down the hall and out the back door to a lighted porch. Candles dot the railing, and the hot tub bubbles beside a blanket laid down across the floor. I kiss your cheek once, and we walk over to the blanket.

I slide my hands under your shirt, and kiss you deeply, letting my tongue play across the contours of your lips. Letting my fingers hook into the waist of your jeans, I pull you roughly to me, pressing against you. Grinning up into your eyes, I wait for a reaction.

With a wide smile, you wrap your arms around me, and we sink onto our knees, my hands roaming over your back, beneath your shirt. Your hands grasped roughly in my hair. I moan softly, pressing my tongue between your lips, searing hot, exploring. Intertwining mine with yours. My nails scratch a trail down your shoulder blades down to the small of your back, making you press closer to me, the snap of your jeans cold against my belly.

One hand snakes up and cups the back of your neck, pulling your lips closer to mine, lefkoşa escort as I lean over backwards, making you lean forward over me. Loving the way your body blocks the light. Taking a moment, I smooth my hands over the back of your shirt, and then swiftly pull it over your head. Letting the cool night air prickle your skin, and raising my lips to trace over your chest.. stopping leisurely to flick my tongue over your nipple, watching you shiver. The heat of my tongue contrasting with the cool night air. Pursing my lips and sucking softly, fingers smoothing over your sides. Nipping you softly, I straighten up and press against you, one knee between yours, rubbing at the zipper of you jeans. Insistently. Reaching around you, I your back and moving lower pulling you closer. Kissing up to your neck, nipping and sucking softly on the tender flesh. Dragging my tongue over you. rolling my hips up against you..

I get impatient, and tug on the fasten of your jeans until they open, and slowly slide the zipper down. Reaching down, I take out your cock. Holding it tenderly between my hands.. looking at it, licking my lips. Leaning down, I brush the very tip with my lips, listening to you. Sliding your clothing the rest of the way off, I push you down backwards and sink my wet lips over you, stroking you with my tongue and mouth. Twisting my head down over your dick, lips sliding slickly over your skin.

I smile to myself feeling your hands slip through my hair, guiding my mouth over you.. drawing you deeper and deeper between my wet little lips. Gliding them lüleburgaz escort over you, stroking every part of your long shaft. Tasting, loving, stroking, sweeping my tongue along you, curling it to fit around.. hollowing my cheeks and beginning to suck, softly at first over you. You tug on my hair gently, moaning. I tense my lips around you and begin in earnest. Moving over you, sucking harder with each stroke, driving you deeper. Harder, deeper.. faster.. longer.. tasting and licking with every move. My fingers dig in behind you, pulling you to me. Taking you so deep now, my breath brushes against your bare stomach, hot and light. I cant help but moan, and delightedly feel the vibrations of my voice travel up your shaft and into your core. I watch as you shudder.

Finally, only when you can take no more, you pull my head up and away from your engorged cock, and pull me up to you. I wrap my arms tightly around you, kissing you hard tongue probing lingeringly. Laying across you, body attentively rested across yours, feeling your hard cock pressed between our bodies. I shift impishly, loving every reaction I can pull out of you.

Stretching up, pressing tightly against you, I lick up the side of your neck, tongue pointed, and hot and flick the lobe of your ear. Taking it gently between my teeth, I pull and tease, before sucking on it. Teasingly at first, and the more insistently, running my tongue along the outer edge, and dragging my nails down the sides of your chest..

That was about enough of that. You roughly grab my hips, raise me up, magosa escort and shift me, pushing me down over your cock, sinking it deeply inside my pussy barely giving it time to stretch to accommodate before raising me up forcefully again, and pushing back down, starting a rhythm I cant help but pick up. Hands braced on your chest, I slam down over your rock hard cock again and again, driving you so deeply inside me. Eyes half closed, moaning with every stroke, feeling you hot and hard, moving inside of me. Clenching myself around you, panting softly. Breasts bouncing with every stroke, your hips buck up against me, driving your cock even deeper into my smooth pussy. One hand reaches up to cup a breast. Squeezing gently at first. I moan involuntarily, and tighten my pussy over your cock, doubling up on a stroke and grinding hard down onto you.. I can hear you gasp, and pinch my nipple. Frantically we move together, pounding against one another breathing raggedly, moving faster, bodies slapping together harder and faster.

All at once my pussy begins to flutter around you, and my whole body tenses. My back arches, almost painfully, arching my hips forward, I ride you hard, my whole body tensing and bursting in a spasmic orgasm. Wave after wave sweeping through me. The walls of my pussy closing in, light a tight wet hand, holding you so firmly, and gripping, stroking over and over.. Screaming loudly, eyes rolling back, and panting hard, still rocking over you..

As my pussy closes in around you, its more than you can hold off.. Your body jerks as you shoot jet after jet of hot cum into my waiting pussy. Bucking up, and tensing, riding the orgasm, feeling every drop of your cum being milked out of you by my hungry pussy

Finally, totally spent, we collapse together. Holding each other shaking beside the hot tub, both waiting to catch our breath….

End of Installment One…

Being a teacher you hear many things, especially when your desk sits right next to the frosted glass window, and the path to the senior courtyard runs right beneath it. The courtyard itself starts at the end of the building, where the staff room was located. Sometimes the children would sit on the path, eating or just chatting to each other. We had a vast number of students at Cougar High, too many for the amount of teachers we had, in fact three of the specialized staff rooms had been remodeled into classrooms which meant those teachers had to regroup into the remaining staff rooms.

The English/history staff room was where I had always been, I was an English teacher, but also taught one class of drama three times a week around my English classes, only leaving me with four spare periods. Because I was already established in the originally named English staff room, my desk was just pushed to the back of the room. I didn’t mind though, I found the chatter coming in through the windows fascinating, and sometimes intoxicating.

During lunch periods I would listen to the seniors below my window talk and bitch about each other, I learnt so much. Betty’s mom was a lesbian; Shawn and Kate slept together on the weekend; Shian was really a size twelve but she would cut the tags out of her clothes; Robert was the one who sold cigarettes to the juniors who were stupid enough to keep getting caught; I also heard which of the teachers the students thought were hot, which ones would be if they had a makeover and which ones just had no chance. I was quite surprised to hear one day that I, myself was a prize of a teacher, quite a few of the female students thought I was do-able.

Not many of the girls really caught my attention though. Most of them were skin and bones, which for me was a major turn off, a few of my colleagues thought they were cute though. The one student that did get my blood flowing was a larger girl, she was in none of my classes, but because she did history she would come to my staffroom and knock on the door, asking for her history teacher. Tabitha was a beauty. Long black hair, grey eyes, cute little upturned nose, full luscious looking lips, gorgeous curves to her waist and thighs, and her chest was a knockout. Her cleavage easily showed in her uniform, the buttons strained and pulled when she moved.

I almost choked on my tongue the first time she knocked on the door, this was two weeks after the staff rooms had been merged, everything was in a shambles, books and papers everywhere, a small path leading to each path. I answered the door. “Hi Mr. Scott, I was wondering if Mrs. Frances was here?” I stared at her, my brain going to mush, at first I forgot that the staff rooms had been merged. I realized I had been staring at her for a time, clearing my throat I turned and called into the clutter kozan escort of the room. Jane Frances emerged.

“Thank you David. Miss Peat, how can I help you?” Jane squeezed passed me and the two of them stepped out into the hallway. I picked my way back to my desk and sat down heavily at it. I could feel my body stirring, reacting to the gorgeous beauty that stood in front of me. I knew it was wrong, after all the girl was only eighteen, and I was thirty-five. Then there was the fact that I was a teacher and she was a student. So the day Jane called in sick I jumped at the chance to sub her class, which coincidentally happened to be Tabitha’s history lessons.

I really had no idea about history, definitely wasn’t my forte, but we were stretched thin for teachers as it was so we all had to pitch in and help with classes. When I arrived at the classroom door I heard murmurings from the students, a couple of the girls were lost in giggles. “Good morning class, as most of you know I’m Mr. Scott, your teacher Mrs. Frances is ill today so I will be subbing for her today.” I let the group into the room, waiting for the noise to die down again as they found their seats. I watched them, leaning against the teachers desk at the front of the class.

Quiet filled the room as all eyes came to rest on me. “I do admit I know nothing of history, and I know that being a sub that not much work will actually be done today, remember I was your age once too, and the sub’s job was a joke back then, as like now.” The students chuckled. “I’m not sure how long your teacher will be gone, so for today we’ll just be getting to know one another, if you feel the need to study or catch up on any other work, please do. Just try to keep noise to a minimum though.”

For the next twenty minutes I went around the class to each group of tables, getting everyone’s names and just general info about them. Finally I reached Tabitha who was sitting with two students I already knew, they were in my English class. “Hello Bobby, Cynthia.” He smiled at them. Cynthia spoke up.

“Mr. Scott, this is my best friend Tabitha.” I nodded and took her hand, it was warm and soft, my skin buzzed with electricity, an electricity I hadn’t felt in many years. I smiled at the three kids, my gaze lingering a bit too long on Tabitha, I couldn’t help myself.

“Hello Tabitha, how are you?” her voice was soft and soothing, it sent waves of shivers through my body. Cynthia said something making the three of them burst into fits of laughter. Her laugh was just as intoxicating as the rest of her. I spent the rest of the period talking to the three students until the bell rang. Everyone jumped out their seats, vacating the room quite quickly. I stood, walking to the door with Cynthia, Bobby and Tabitha. “Have a good afternoon kumluca escort kids. If your teacher is still ill tomorrow then I will probably be filling in again tomorrow.

I watched as they walked away, joining the throng of students. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Tabitha. Her skirt was above knee length, her shirt semi-see through, her breasts straining against the buttons of her shirt, her white knee-high socks with chunky black heels; she even had the school-girl pig-tails; she was driving me crazy. I slipped back inside the class room and sat at the desk. I couldn’t get my mind off Tabitha.

My erection was straining against my pants, making them tight and uncomfortable. I looked over at the door then back down at my bulging pants. I needed release, and I needed it now. School was finished and the only people that would be coming into the rooms were cleaners. But I knew for a fact these rooms were the last ones that they did. I looked at the door again then undid my pants, my hands moving onto my hard shaft, beginning to masturbate.

My imagination running away with me as I thought of Tabitha kneeling in front of me, her lips locked around my erect cock. I let out a quiet moan and closed my eyes as I continued pleasing myself. A guilty pleasure, with thoughts of a student invading my mind.

I heard a gasp from the doorway, my eyes flew open and I looked up at the doorway, standing quickly, my hands pulling my pants back up. Tabitha stood in the doorway, her face bright red and her gaze turned away from me. I crossed to the door, my hands quickly doing up my pants. My mouth dropped open but no sound came out, I looked a bit like a fish with my mouth opening and closing. Tabitha’s gaze moved to meet mine.

“I just came to get… I forgot…” her voice was slightly better than mine, at least it was working. My eyes scanned her body, her chest was heaving, and her breathing had become fast and heavy. I reached out, before I realized, taking her by the arm gently and pulling her inside, shutting the door behind her. I slid my hands around her waist and pressed in to her, my lips met hers as I kissed her passionately. I felt her hands move down my body, finding my pants and undoing them. Her fingers wrapped around my cock, teasing me with light touches.

I let my own hands wander her body, ripping open her shirt and finding her ample breasts, I massaged them, groaning as her hands worked on me. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. Tabitha’s hands roaming over my body was driving me crazy. Not being able to handle it a moment longer I lowered her underwear, pulling her to the teachers table. Standing behind her I bent her over the table, spreading her legs I slid slowly into her.

She breathed in sharply as I entered her wet pussy, gripping lara escort her hips I pulled back slowly then pushed deep inside her, my hands moving her forming a rhythm. She was moaning softly, but began to grow louder and louder. I pumped into her harder and faster. “Mr. Scott… oh god!” my hard cock twitched inside her as she spoke.

Stepping back my legs hit the chair behind me and I sat on it, bringing Tabitha down on top of me, my hands moved to her chest feeling her breasts bounce in them as she moved up and down on my hard shaft. I trailed kisses on the back of her neck. Then she stopped and stood, turning to look down at me in the chair. I reached out my hands to her waist and pulled her back down into my lap.

She took my hands with her own and placed them around her, then slid her hands down my chest and abdomen to stroke my cock. “I’ve thought about this ever since the day I first saw you, then again so have half the other girls in school, but why me? What makes me special, I’m not skinny like all of them.” She spoke softly, my ears barely picking up what was said.

“You’re the one that takes my breath away Tabitha, since the day you knocked on the staff room door looking for your teacher. You made me so hard that day, I almost missed my class that afternoon because I was afraid to move from my desk, and today, why do you think I spent most of my time with your group instead of the rest of the class. You are so intoxicating like a drug; I can’t get enough of you.”

A smile formed on her face as she begun to stand, her hands still on me, but she did not leave, instead she positioned me beneath her, letting me penetrate her hot wet pussy again. She felt so good, so tight unlike a few of the women I had dated in the past. She moaned softly as I slid inside her again. “I want you to fuck me Mr. Scott, teach me a lesson; I’ve been a very bad girl…”

At this statement I lost it, I went berserk; I stood, pushing her down onto the table, slamming my dick deep inside her beautiful, hot, wet cunt. Grunting with the effort I pushed harder and deeper, hearing Tabitha almost screaming with pleasure. I watched her whole body move with my movements, her tits bouncing within its constraints. I leant down to kiss her.

She locked her legs tightly around my butt, helping to pull me harder into her with each stroke, her hands played with her tits and occasionally wandered to her pussy which excited me more being able to watch this young woman play with herself in front of me. I was close, I could feel it building. I knew that I shouldn’t cum inside her but I couldn’t help it.

Then Tabitha’s body shook with an orgasm and I couldn’t hold back any longer, I let out a growl as my cum shot forth inside her pussy, my hands on either side of her head supporting me from the event. I could feel her twitching around my cock, milking every last drop of me into her. Shivers ran up and down my spine each time she contracted and released her muscles.

She pulled me down to kiss her, her arms remaining around me. Both of us were covered in sweat from our forbidden activity.

It’s a blazing hot sunny day. We’ve been lying on the lawn in the sun, picnicking on fruit and cold white wine. You were wearing a white cotton top and a short skirt. As the wine and sun has had their effect, we are both feeling warm, lazy and gently buzzing. I’ve been stroking your breasts through the thin top, and feeling your nipples harden under my finger tips. As you lay on your side facing me, I started to stroke the tops of your legs under the short skirt, not quite going all the way up, but close enough for you to move your legs against my hand and for me to feel the heat of you. Your face, neck and the top of your chest started to flush, and you ran your fingers softly over my cock, hard inside my trousers.

Now we are lying on the big bed. The windows are wide open and the sun is streaming in across us. I’ve unbuttoned your top and taken it off, your skirt is on the floor and you are lying back with your eyes closed, just in your thin, white silky pants. I’m naked and I can feel the heat of the sun on my back as I lean over you and take your nipple into my mouth. I run kocasinan escort the tip of my tongue over it and round it, moving out in circles to cover the lovely swell of your breast. Back to the nipple, I suck it between my lips and nibble it gently. I suck as much of your breast into my mouth as I can, and then use my tongue harder on the nipple deep in my mouth. I lean further over and start on your other nipple. As I do, I can feel the first one hard and rubbing in the hairs on my chest.

I move down over your stomach, kissing and licking all the way until I arrive at your panties. You open your legs wider and at the same time I can feel one of your hands stroking the back of my neck and the other gently holding my hard cock. I can feel the heat coming from between your legs and I blow gently all around, over your tummy, over your mound and down across the tops of your legs. I start licking and kissing the soft flesh on the inside of your thighs, caressing them with my lips – up one leg and down the other, just brushing across your mound konak escort but not really touching it. By now you are wriggling against me and starting to moan a little. Your pants are soaking wet and I can see the dark hairs and pink flesh showing through. I start to lick you through your pants, up and down the puffy flesh now pushing the fabric out, and down in the join with each thigh. As you open your legs wider and wider I can push my tongue further into the flesh and start to feel your clit at the top of the folds. I can tell you are desperate for me to pull your pants to the side and push my tongue inside you, but I wait, licking and sucking, and using my fingers to rub the lips against each other, trapping your clit in between them. You are pushing down now with your hand on my neck, and you are using your finger tips and the palm of your hand on my cock. It is getting harder and harder, twitching and jerking.

At last I pull your pants out of the way and now I can see you, full, wet and glistening in the sunshine. I run my tongue between the konyaaltı escort inner and outer lips, first one side then the other. I can taste you in my mouth and smell the sweetness of your juice. Then I move down the crack from your clit to your hole, suddenly pushing my tongue deep into you, causing you to gasp and writhe. Then back out and up to your clit where I start rubbing it harder with the tip of my tongue, then softer with the flat of it. I use my fingers of one hand to pull back the folds from around your clit so I can see it hard, red and wet. Further down I can see your hole wide open, wet and sticky with love juice. With my other hand I push two fingers deep inside you. Now I push down with my mouth and my tongue starts to work hard on your clit. Flicking it, rubbing it back and forward and sucking it in deep. I can hear you moaning and gasping and you are pushing yourself up to my mouth and hard up onto my fingers. Harder and harder I lick you, until I can feel you starting to tense. Your back arches up. “Oh God that’s gorgeous” you moan. Your thighs squeeze together. You buck up and down under my tongue and your hands are desperately gripping my head and my cock. Suddenly I can feel your legs twitching and your stomach rippling. Your head goes back and you cry out, Your legs grip me tighter and tighter as you squeeze one last time and come in a huge gasping orgasm.