(Thank you for your encouraging comments and messages and for being understanding of the missteps of an amateur. I know now that I should have written the first three chapters as a single one so you would have better understood the context I was setting. I will make my chapters longer from now so you will have to bear with me until I can put it all together.)

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* Heather *

I couldn’t but notice the way Dad & Sam had reacted to each other. In a way I liked it that Daddy found her attractive. I wanted him to like her. But I hadn’t suspected that Sam would have other plans and she is not one to hide anything. The first moment we were alone, she told me that she found dad hot. What came next stumped me. She asked for permission to seduce him. Actually, it was more like she was letting me know.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. I had always known that she liked men, usually broody serious men which often meant older and there was a long catalog of professors who still lusted after her. I wasn’t jealous of them because they came and went – never more than one night stands, although almost all of them would have liked more. And it always appeared to bring her closer to me. But Dad! I just hadn’t thought through what I was doing when I brought them together. Sam would later tell me I had known it all along at a subliminal level. But at that time it felt weird and I didn’t know what to say so I tried to stall.

I knew Sam wasn’t just joking because of the way she held me and kissed me. The way she does when she wants to persuade me to go along with her ideas. I knew she would drop it if I asked her to and that’s what surprised me. I kind of wanted her to. An image of Dad holding Sam naked in his arms flashed through my head and I felt sexually escort bahçelievler charged. I was surprised by the rush of hormones through my body. This wasn’t right. I couldn’t let her do this and yet I wanted to. And I wanted to make love to her myself. Maybe daddy needed someone too. I knew, had known for a while, that mom and he were married only in name. They had separate bedrooms and sometimes I felt that they stayed together just for me. There were other times when I thought mom was jealous of the bond I shared with Dad. Something she once had and lost. All this went through my head and I thought my head would explode. I had no idea where this was going to lead but I felt powerless to stop it. Sam’s hand on my breast didn’t help me think any clearer.

* Sameera *

“All the more reason,” I held Heather, feeling her breasts press against mine. We’ve always loved the feel of our nipples meeting and I could sense she was aroused.

She looked at me with a confused look in her eyes and a moan escaped her lips. If she hadn’t ever imagined her Dad in a sexual way before she was doing it now. I didn’t give her time to think too much. We kissed even more passionately, and I knew my intuition was right. I knew then why no boys could ever meet her expectations. Her lips were soft, trembling with arousal as I held her and kissed her.

“Shut up Sam, mom will kill you,” she mumbled.

I noticed that she didn’t say anything about her own objection. I smiled inwardly and kissed her again, my hands cupping her breasts and squeezing.

I was deeply aroused by the thought of Heather’s dad. It had been building up since I felt his predatory eyes on me. But the image that floated istanbul bayan escort into my head was a little different. I am sure Heather knew by then that her dad had contributed to my heightened arousal. I’m equally sure that she didn’t realise that her own arousal was only partly because of me. It was only seconds before Heather and I were naked on her bed, pulling our clothes off, kissing and loving each other.

I pushed her T-shirt up and sucked on her puffy nipples, I know what that does to her, but was still surprised by the response I got. She almost leaped off the bed. She moaned and kicked her jeans off, her hands attacking my buttons. I held her down, wrapping myself around her wildly bucking body. My hand snaked between her legs and felt the damp of her panties. I pushed the soaked fabric aside and teased her clit with the tip of my finger. I bit lightly on her nipples and pulled at them. At the same time I stroked her pussy lips with my slender manicured fingers. My fingers slipped on her slick flesh and dipped into her pulsing hole. I found my palm soaked almost instantly.

“Oh my darling, you’re deliciously wet,” my voice probably betrayed my surprise.

She moaned and her body squirmed as I held her close. And before either of us realised, she was orgasming. She shuddered in my arms and grunted. Instinctively, I held her close and soothed her with my lips. There was a wildness in her eyes I had never seen before. Her lips were twisted and there was moisture at the corners of her eyes. It made me want her even more and I kicked off my own jeans. For the next few minutes, our naked bodies came together in an explosion on her bed, our legs intertwined; our pussy lips grinding against each other; escort halkalı our lips kissing each other’s breasts, shoulders, necks, lips, hips, pussies; our fingers seeking out and exploring each other’s erogenous zones until we came together. Heather rocking and shuddering like I had never seen her before. My own orgasm almost made me lose my senses. Heather cried out and dug her fingers into my back. She was sucking on my nipples and bit down hard. I couldn’t suppress the scream that escaped my lips.

* Richard *

I walked down with my head still in a whirl. I entered my study and sat down to read some papers, giving up almost immediately because I couldn’t concentrate. Nothing had prepared me for this. Even more to the point, nothing had prepared me for my own reaction. I was hard inside my pants. An aching hardness that demanded release. I got up and opened the window even though I knew the cool breeze is not what my body needed. Standing there, looking out, I curled my hands into fists, closed my eyes and began to take deep breaths.

One, two, three .. twenty … thirty. It didn’t help. Sameera’s face swam before my eyes, the impish smile, the dark skin, the swell of her breasts, the suggestion of a firm ass inside her jeans. My penis strained against my pants.

Without warning, the face was replaced by Heather’s, contorted with desire and pleasure and I felt my penis jerk. I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the glass panes. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Ashamed, I quickly took my hand away from my crotch where it was stroking the hard bulge within. Damn, the teenagers were making me behave like one. I shook my head to clear it of the disturbing images.

I was turning away to pour myself a drink when I heard the scream. It floated into my sound proofed study through the open window. The unmistakably sexual tone masked a voice that seemed familiar. I froze. My ears tuned to the direction of the scream. It was followed by a loud giggle. Heather! And her friend’s laughter ringing with as much sex as her scream.

(to be continued)

The following is the actual fantasy story that I wrote for, and shared with Angel one day when her and I were working together.

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In the fantasy, Angel and I are working together, and I ask her if she had any plans for after work. I tell her that I am house sitting for a friend of mine, and I had to stop by and check on the house.

At the end of the night, Angel and I walk out to my car, and before leaving for my friend’s house, we stop by a drive through to grab a bite to eat along the way.

It doesn’t take long to get out food, and then we head to my friend’s house.

As we pull into the drive way, I see that one of the light bulbs on the outside of the garage is burned out. Angel and I walk into the house and we set our food bags on the kitchen table.

I walk down the hall way, just to the right of the front door, and into a small utility room to get a new light bulb. Then, I go into the garage to get a step ladder.

Angel follows me outside and watched as I change the bulb. When I am done, I put the step ladder back in the garage, and the two of us head back into the house. We grab our food from the kitchen table and head into the living room to watch a little T.V. while we eat.

I pick up the remote and flip through the channels. I only flip a few channels when I come across an episode of HBO’s “Real Sex”

“Ah, nice, have you ever watched this?”

I ask Angel.

“No, I don’t have cable, remember?”

She replies.

This episode features a segment showing the manufacturing of both male and female sex toys.

They show a muscular man standing naked in front of an older woman who is wearing a white lab coat, and a hair net. The older woman is mixing a pink gel substance escort esenler into a large plastic cup. After a few minutes of mixing, the older woman shoves the cup of pink gel onto the muscular man’s fully erect cock, and holds it.

Meanwhile, they show a very attractive blonde laying on a lounge, and another woman is mixing up a cup of the same pink gel. Then, the woman begins to spread the pink gel across the blonde’s entire Pussy.

They then show a clear liquid being poured into the cup that had contained the muscular man’s cock. After a quick montage showing the painting process, the camera shows the end result. A life like rubber cock, ready for packaging and shipping to your nearest adult novelty story.

They show another quick montage showing another painting process, and the end result is a life like rubber clone of the attractive blonde’s Pussy.

By the time the segment ends, Angel and I are finished eating, and I start flipping through the channels again.

“Wow, that show kind of turned me on a little.”

Angel says.

“Oh really?”

I respond playfully.

I look over and see Angel touching herself through her pants.

“Would you like me to rectify that problem?”

I ask her suavely.

“Do you really think you can?”

Angel replies.

I reach my right hand over and slowly run it into Angel’s pants. I feel her plump bald pussy with my fingers, and slowly massage her clit.

Angel slides down a little, and I pull her pants and underwear down. I slip a couple of fingers into her, before leaning down to start licking her Pussy.

Angel looks down at me and watches as I take long, slow laps at her pussy lips. bayan escort istanbul She closes her eyes and begins to huff and sigh lightly in pleasure.

I finger her and lick her and her legs shudder slightly.

Angel spreads herself open, and I shove my fingers rapidly in and out of her.

While my face lays half buried in her Pussy, I look up and watch Angel. her lips quiver, and she huffs and sighs.

“I’m cumming!”

Angel screams

She squirts a quick jet that flies past my head, and as she is squirting, the entire lower half of her body raises up from the couch.

I continue fingering her, and she grunts loudly as another quick burst flies by my head. I lean down to lick her Pussy again, but Angel pushes me away.

Her face grimaces, and she gently rubs herself.

Angel raises up from the couch and kneels on the floor.

She pulls my cock from my pants, looks up at me, smiles seductively, and takes my cock into her mouth. Angel slides her mouth back and forth a few times, then she licks around the head. She looks up at me, smiles again, then takes my cock between her lips again.

Angel grips my throbbing cock in her hand while sliding her head back and forth.

A minute later, Angel starts sliding her hand up and down the entire length of my throbbing hard cock. I put a hand on the top of her head, and help her slide it.

Angel sucks my cock for a few minutes, then she stands up. She pushes me onto the couch and wastes no time climbing atop of me. She slides my cock between her tight pink fat pussy lips and begins riding.

I look up at her and she looks down at me. Both of us sharing a silent, but well deserved moment of pleasure. Angel’s escort merter lips are pulled tightly under her teeth, and she hums softly in pleasure. Only a moment later, she begins to increase speed.

I hold onto her thighs as she rides, and I thrust my pelvis up and down as fast and as hard as I can. Angel moans louder, and a moment later, she raises up and she rapidly pats her pussy. She begins squirting once again, her face focuses down at her pussy as she watches the small jet of pussy juice shoots against my cock and stomach.

When she is done squirting, I bend Angel over the arm of the couch, and begin fucking her doggy style. I reach up and squeeze Angel’s large tits, and rub her hard nipples through my fingertips.

Angel moans and hums in pleasure as I am fucking hr from behind. I do this for a few minutes before flipping her over onto her back.

Angel spreads her legs, and opens her Pussy. I grip my cock and wiggle the head into her and teasing her with it.

Seconds later, I shove my cock deep down into her and start fucking her hard and rapidly for a few minutes more, then I tell her to kneel back on the floor.

Angel takes my cock back into her mouth and as she sucks, she turns and twists her hand in a cork screw motion. She hums excitedly while she sucks and strokes me closer to cumming.

I push Angel’s head back and forth and I feel myself growing closer and closer to letting loose.

I grab my cock from her, and I start stroking.

Seconds later, I shoot three huge streams of cum onto her face. The streams cover her face from her forehead, down to her chin, over the lens of her glasses, and over her lips. A couple of smaller streams land on her chin, and they slide down her neck onto her shirt.

After I finish cumming, I help Angel from the floor, and escort her into the bathroom. A few minutes later, Angel emerges from the bathroom, her face clear of my fluids, and she smiles.

She walks over and sits next to me on the couch, ans the two of us hang out for a few more house, before I drive her home.

It’s a Tuesday shortly after lunch and I decide to hit the MIA. I just finished a meeting and have time to kill before a dinner reservation in the evening and think it would be a good time to hit the museum. Kids are in school, people should be at work and I should have the place to myself. I am checking my coat when I first see you. Tall, statuesque and beautiful dressed stylishly in a skirt and white blouse, a camera in your hand. I watch your bottom sway as you head into the museum.

Not thinking too much more about it I enter the museum myself and begin to wander the halls. The pace is empty and it is wonderful to be able to stand and contemplate at my own speed without distraction. I decide to start at the top and visit the modern works first. I may not always understand them but I try to appreciate them nonetheless. In my own little world a sound draws me out. First it is the click of high heels on the floor and then it is the click and wind of an old school camera. Intrigued I look up and there you are again. I can’t help but be struck by your grace as you move through the gallery. My eyes admire you as you move through to the next room. I take my time and move on myself somewhat delighted to watch you as you take pictures of what catches your fancy.

We are in the American gallery when a landscape draws your attention. Whimsically I decide to take a chance and walk forward to stand next to you in contemplation. The first thing I notice is that with your heels we are almost eye to eye, next is your shapely ass and finally the way your breasts strain against the buttons of escort bahçelievler your blouse. “Striking” I say. You turn towards me with a small amount of surprise on your face that someone would talk to you in the museum today. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” you reply gracing me with a smile. “Oh, you’re talking about the painting. I was talking about you.” I say with a mischievous glint in my eye.

“That’s terrible, has that ever worked before?”

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone so gorgeous as to make me bold enough to attempt it.”

“Wow, that’s even worse. Ok, I’ll play along” you laugh “what are you propositioning?”

“Propositioning? That’s a strong word.” In my mind I ask myself what do I have to loose and decide to go for it. “I would like to take you someplace quiet and ravish you, to make you writhe in desire” Holy shit! I just said that out loud! “Barring that maybe a cup of coffee?”

Your mouth forms a beautiful o in surprise as what I said hits you. Taken a back you laugh and walk away shaking your head throwing a little sexy sway in your step knowing I am watching you.

You can’t believe that just happened. The balls on that guy…he did look good though. Tall and handsome, his gray suit a good fit. Your mind wanders to what if and you find yourself getting a little turned on. The thought of stolen passion surrounded by brilliant works of art is hot. You begin to wander the museum again taking more pictures but the idea stays with you and you realize if you were wearing panties they istanbul bayan escort would be wet right now.

About a half hour latter you make it down to the 2nd floor and there I am. Sitting in an empty gallery looking up at a statue of Buddha. You think to yourself “what the hell? It’s my turn to be bold!” You walk straight towards me and stand in front of me filling my view. I look up at you and smile wondering just what is going on. “So, how would you ravish me?” You ask, breathless at your bravery.

Going all in I tell you “First I would taste you.”

“You want to taste me? Now?”

“Yes. Here, now. I want you to reach into your skirt and touch yourself, I want to taste you on your fingers.” What you do next surprises me. Instead of reaching through the waistband of your skirt you grab the hem and slowly begin to raise it. As it rises up your luscious thing I see the nylon of your sticking until it exposes the creamy tops of your thighs. Soon I am staring directly at your beautiful pussy. I can see it glisten with the moisture of desire. Looking me in the eye you slide a finger deep inside of yourself then withdraw it. You move it to my face and run it first across my lips and then on to my tongue.

I stand up and roughly pull you towards me. Our lips meet in a fierce kiss. Your tongue darts into my mouth and you can taste yourself there. You give yourself up, all decorum is gone as you grind yourself against me. My hand finds your wet mound and I begin to massage your clit, your hands paw against the front of my slacks finding escort halkalı my full hard cock straining through the fabric. Hearing voices we break off not wanting to be caught but not wanting to stop. I grab your hand and pull you through anther gallery thinking I might know of a secluded spot. Once there I push you up towards the wall and drop to my knees, I lift your right leg over my shoulder and begin to feast on you. My mouth sucking at you, my tongue licking you, lapping you drawing circles around you clit. . Your hand finds my hair and you tangle your fingers in it pushing my mouth against you as you grind your pussy into my face. You get closer and closer, you feel your orgasm begin to build. You pull my hair and take my face away from eating you. You look me direct in the eye and say “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me now!”

Without waiting for my reply you turn towards the wall and hike your skirt back up around your waist. I free my pulsating cock from my pants and step up behind you. You are so wet that my hard cock slides right in, filling you, stretching you. “Hard, I want it hard” you gasp and I oblige. I thrust deep into you, hard and fast. My hands on your hips I pull you on to my cock over and over. Our bodies slam together, you feel me battering your insides and you can’t get enough. Your body begins to shake as your orgasm hits and you nearly collapse on me as rocks you with wave after wave of pleasure. Feeling your pussy throb and tighten around my cock brings me to the edge. “I’m going to come” I say. You drop to your knees and begin to stroke me, pistoning you move you hand up and down my shaft as your mouth envelopes the head of my cock just as I began to come. I shoot jets of come deep into your throat filling your mouth as you struggle to swallow it all. Spent I nearly sag to the ground as you stand up licking your lips. I place my hand on the back of your neck and bring you in for a deep kiss.

our bodies are entwined. my nails claw into your shoulders as you thrust your cock in and out of my pussy and your tongue mimics the movements of your cock with mine. you pump into me faster and harder as you hear the noises coming from my throat letting you know that I am on the verge of cumming. my moans get louder until they become one loud, long cry of ecstasy as my body quakes and shudders in release and I feel your jizz shoot deep in my pussy……

wide awake, I sit up in bed. hot, sweaty…and very wet. the first thing I realize that I had been dreaming…again. I lie back and slide my fingers down my stomach and over my naked pussy, one rubbing my clit as the other hand thrusts two fingers in and out of my pussy. my body writhes against my fingers and follows the same pattern that has been for weeks…the tension builds and builds, but I am never able to cum.

shouting in frustration I stalk to the shower and turn the water on cold, my pussy on fire as I step under the icy spray. frozen and shaking 10 minutes later, my pussy is still on fire and I can feel pussy juice slickening my pussy lips. “what the hell, I might as well as go for a jog.” and I grab my shorts and sports bra and pull them on with nothing else underneath and grab my keys and head out the door.

i walk to the park using the four blocks as a warm up for the jog and as I pass the gates to the park, I pick up the pace. my breathing deepens as my nipples rub against the material of my bra and I can feel the crotch of my shorts get a little wet as I continue to run. I close my eyes enjoying the sensations, running faster. my foot hits something and my eyes fly open in time to see myself fall down the side of the hill…and everything go black.

always enjoying running in the middle of the night you like the fact that no one is ever in the park except you at this time of night. deciding to take the short way home tonight you turn onto one of the other trails and escort beykent you can feel the sweat running down your chest and back. feeling tired, you jog faster, trying to shove thoughts of work out of your mind. all do when you hear a scream not too far ahead and break into a dead run.

approaching the area where you heard the scream, you are ready to fight off a mugger or rapist, but see nothing until you look down the hill and see and someone lying unconscious on the ground. concerned, you rush down the hill towards the person.

my head feels like it is going to explode and my ankle is worse. out of the corner of my eye, I see you running toward me down the hill.

falling to your knees beside me, you ask if I’m ok. I ask if you would see if my ankle is broken and you kneel between my legs and gently take off my shoe and sock and feel around my ankle. you tell me that it does not feel broken, just probably sprained badly.

“great,” I say sarcastically. “thanks for helping,” I say sincerely. and you tell me that it wasn’t a problem. your hands rest higher on my legs as you look me over.

“that’s a nasty cut on your head…here,” you say as you take off your shirt and wad it up into a ball and place it on my forehead, stroking my bangs off my face.

as you lean over me, I cant help but notice the musky smell of your chest causing heat to swell deep in my belly. unconsciously, my lips part and I gasp at the touch of your hands stroking my hair and your eyes bore into mine.

realizing that you are looking so intensely at me, you move to stand up, your hand accidentally touching one of my breasts as you do, causing my nipples to perk up and an audible gasp from my lips.

before you can move away, my hand grabs yours and places it back on my breast, using your hand to knead my breast as I cover it with mine. unsure of yourself, you protest weakly. “please,” I whisper, istanbul escorts seeing your cock forming a large bulge in the front of your shorts. the feel of my firm breast with my large nipple burning against your hand proves to be your undoing and you groan and start kneading both of my breasts on your own.

moaning, I arch my back and run my hands around my stomach. I pull you on top of me and kiss you, running my tongue over your lips, trying to gain access. swiftly, your lips open and your tongue surges out to meet mine. your hands leave my breasts to cradle my face as you deepen the kiss.

meanwhile, my hands attempt to fight my bodies way out of my bra, breaking the kiss only to pull it over my head. my nipple tighten even more as the cool night air washes over them in a gentle breeze. your hands slide down my face and neck and down my torso, over my shorts, and finally stopping just above my pussy, where you can feel the moist heat emanating from it. desperately, I beg you to touch my pussy, and you do…lightly tracing your fingers around and over my pussy lips, learning their shape and size and how wet I have made the crotch of my shorts.

my hands run down your chest, my nails lightly scrape over your stomach, causing you to gasp. heading lower, my hands find the huge bulge in the front of your shorts. my fingers learn the size of your cock and I moan in appreciation of its size against your lips…long, thick, and rock hard…i feel more pussy juice flood my pussy as I imagine it rammed deep in my pussy.

impatient now, your hands go to the waistband of my shorts and pull them down over my hips and down my legs, and sitting up to carefully remove them from my injured ankle. looking at me, you cannot help but get harder. my eyes burn with lust for you, my lips slightly open as I pant heavily, my full breasts heaving with each breast, crowned by large hard nipples, my quivering tummy, and my escort rus wide open and very wet pussy…I look like a slut in heat and it only makes you want me more.

leaning down, you flick your tongue lightly over my clit, causing me to shriek in pleasure. your lips close around it and you begin to suck on it as your tongue circles it rapidly. my breathing gets heavier and louder and my hands clutch in your hair, pulling you closer. then you leave my clit and I feel your tongue shoot deep in my pussy making me grunt and grind my pussy against your mouth. I beg you to tongue fuck me faster…and you pull away from my pussy all together.

moaning in frustration at the loss of your mouth on my pussy, I open my eyes to see you sitting back on your haunches and your hands grab my legs to scoot me closer and straddle your hips wider. grabbing my hips, you place the head of your dick against my pussy and look at me moaning and pleading for it.

unable to wait anymore, you ram your dick deep in my tight pussy. I scream in joy as I feel it slide deep, stretching my pussy…it feels soo good. after holding your dick deep inside me for a moment, you begin to thrust slow and deep inside of my pussy. I plead for harder, you give it to me. I plead for faster and you go faster, your control almost to the breaking point and unravelling fast.

I am out of control, wildly humping back at your dick, almost on the verge of cumming. my hands roughly knead my breasts and moans and whimpers and pleas fall from my lips. I squeal in delight as you thrust faster and harder into my pussy. I can feel it building…almost there…

suddenly, it is upon me. my body stiffens and arcs high. my legs wrap tightly around your back and a scream so loud and long that people in china must have heard me. then my body starts to jerk wildly as the waves of ecstasy crash through me.

in my euphoric state, I can feel your dick thrust into me one last time and you shout in release as you shoot your jizz deep into my pussy….

exhausted, we lay together on the ground, you lying on top of me, our hearts thundering in our chests, our breathing heavy. still out of breath, you ask me if I would like help home and I say that I would…with a mischievous gleam in my eyes.

I hate my glasses. I really do. I’m beyond legally blind. My vision is in the realm of science fiction. I’ve worn glasses or contacts all my life, well, since I was 5 anyway. Upon recently learning that I was a candidate for LASIK vision correction, I jumped at the chance.

The downside is that I have to wear my glasses for two to three weeks. The upside is that apparently, they work well for the sexy librarian look.

I walk into the room, wearing every insecurity I have, on the bridge of my nose. I’ve never liked my glasses. I’ve never liked the way I look in them. But, then I see you sitting there, watching me, and you give me this smirk as I reach up and touch the frames of my glasses. The look on your face makes my stomach do funny little things, and makes my pussy contract and I can feel how wet I am already.

I walk to the desk and put down my computer bag. I pull my laptop out and after plugging it in, I turn on the power. I sneak a glance in your direction and see you watching me, but then you turn to watch the television. Figuring that I can play that game as well as you can, I pull a book from my bag and ease into the chair in front of the desk and curl my legs up underneath me. I open the book to the pages marked by the presence of smaller sheets of paper. From where you are sitting, I know it appears I’m reading some novel, but from where I sit, I’m reading some of my more recent stories, the ones I have chosen to keep to myself, not even letting you read them. I can feel my pussy get wet from just being in the same room escort yenibosna you are, but the stories in front of me don’t help. I drop the book to my lap, and push my glasses back up my nose as I lean across the arm of the chair to enter my password to allow my computer to finish booting up. I make sure I lean just right so that you can see past the hem of my skirt to my bare ass, to see that I’m not wearing any panties.

I settle back into my chair, and continue reading, playing with my hair and sneaking another look in your direction. You’ve now given up on the television, and you are staring at me. You lean back onto the bed and give me a look that you know sends shivers down my spine. I want so badly to come over and climb on top of you, feel your body beneath me, but I duck my head to suppress my desire, and continue reading, or trying to read, I can’t seem to focus on the page.

I look over and see the my computer is ready and waiting for a command, so I again place my book on my lap and lean over, this time, uncurling one leg and moving so that my skirt is pulled up nearly to my waist. I look over my shoulder and see you watching the hem move higher and higher, so I reach around and pull it down primly. I make sure I turn back around before you see me smile.

I hear you leave the bed and walk up to stand behind me. I move my fingers lithely across the keyboard, replying to an e-mail that really needs no reply. I try to keep myself busy as I feel your hands drop to my shoulders bayan escort and gently begin massaging. I want to let you continue, but I’m determined to win this little exchange. I shrug one shoulder as if to shrug your hands away, but you only let your hands drop down to the front of my shirt to lightly move across my nipples. I know my game is given away when even though my shirt is primly buttoned all the way up, I’m not wearing a bra underneath. You take advantage of the missing undergarment as you caress, then pinch my nipples until they are hard and begging for more attention. I swallow my smile, and try to keep up the act by sliding your hand away from my now aching nipples.

“Excuse me, I’m trying to read,” I say as I look over my shoulder at you, then pick my book back up and open it, forgetting the extra pages sneakily stuck in.

“And what are you reading?” you say as you pull the loose pages out from in front of me.

“Stop it,” I say, standing up and turning to face you. I place my hands on my hips in a highly offended pose.

You drop the pages to the floor, and you reach to unbutton my shirt. I keep my hands on my hips, pretending indifference. I keep it up until you’ve undone every single button and begin teasing my nipples again with your fingers. I bite my lip trying to keep from moaning my pleasure. Then, you bend down and begin flicking my nipple with your tongue, and then, I can’t stop myself. I give in to the pleasure you are sending like lightning bolts through my body. I bring my hands escort kayaşehir up to hold your head in place, sliding my fingers through your hair, and my knees give out.

You turn me around, moving me towards the bed. My now eager hands have abandoned holding your head in place and are now desperately trying to remove your jeans. Succeeding in opening them enough to reach my hand in and wrap it around your dick, I sigh in success, and take the opportunity to enjoy the feel of your hot flesh beneath my fingers. I look up into your eyes, and lick my lips, impatient now for you to fuck me.

I pull your shirt up and over your head as you pull your jeans completely off. You push me back onto the bed and my skirt bunches completely up at my waist and my shirt falls off my shoulders and pools at my elbows. I reach up to push my glasses back up to the bridge of my nose, and watch you look at me.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked, “A written invitation?” and smirk at you.

As you cover me with your body, pressing me down into the mattress, I wrap my legs around you, and move one hand to again wrap my fingers around your dick and guide you slowly into my wet and waiting pussy. As you slide in, I move my fingers up to press against my clit once, then twice, and then I throw my head back and revel in the orgasm that rushes through my body.

“Oh, wow,” I smile as I reach again to right my glasses that can’t quite seem to stay in the right spot.

As my breath returns to normal, I reach to take my glasses off, knowing that without them I’m blind, but they are requiring more attention than I want to give them at the moment.

“No, leave those on,” you whisper in my ear as you grab my hips, then slide my knees up over your shoulders and begin to fuck me hard, deep and fast. And with that, my glasses are the very last thing on my mind.

Talking to him just isn’t enough anymore. When we talk we can get really hot. I tell him what i would do to him and he tell’s me what he’d do to me. I close my eyes and pretend he’s right there with me, touching me, kissing me, licking me, and I’m sucking,licking , and kissing him. i want to kiss his mouth and make my way down his body,licking and sucking on his nipples. While my hand moves down to hold and stroke his soft, but hot cock. Feeling him growing bigger in my hands, I move my mouth down, kissing as I go. My chin touches his cockhead, my hands move to hold, and squeeze his balls. Leaving his cock for last I move my mouth down to lick his balls, gently sucking them into my mouth. My hand is still moving up and down on his cock shaft. I hear him moaning, and his hands move into my hair, holding my head there sucking his balls. “OH GOD BAY SUCK ME, SUCK MY BALLS.” he said moving his hands thru my hair. One ball slips out and I take the other out and lick my way up the under side of his cock shaft. Once I get to his cock head and escort cengelköy slip him inside my mouth, and slide him down my throat. He held my head there for a few seconds. “AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!” he groan. I pull back and bob my head up and down, making his cock even harder. I didn’t stop till I heard him say he was going to blow his load down my throat. I suck him harder and faster, felt his cock swell and exploded, with his cum shooting down my throat. I swallow every drop of his cum. Laying back on the bed, trying to catch my breath.
I feel him leaving the bed or so I thought so until I felt his hands moving my legs apart. Opening my eyes I saw that he was still hard, and moving between my open legs. I watch as he stuck out his tongue and flip it around to show me just what he was going to do to my pussy. Slowly he lowers his head and I feel his tongue barely touch me at first, waiting for his touch was driving me crazy. So when I felt his tongue make contact again, my eskort bayan hips lifted off the bed, and I groan. His tongue slip in and one of his finger did to. I couldn’t keep still, I wanted more, and at the same time I wanted him to stop. He didn’t, he kept at it. His tongue would be there then he’d switch to his finger. Back and forth he went, I had many little orgasms. I felt his finger rubbing my asshole and slipping a finger in. All while his tongue still fucking my pussy. When he pull his finger out of my ass, I felt his tongue move toward my ass and his finger toward my pussy. He lick my asshole, while he finger fuck my pussy. I was slowly going out of my mind, I knew I was going to cum. I lost it when I felt his finger rub my clit one last time.
Laying there taking big deep breaths, trying to come back down to earth after a shattering orgasm. Moving up he places a kiss on my lips, and his hand squeezing my tit. He kisses his way down, finding my hard nipples. I felt his tongue touch my nipple, drawing escort hadımköy it in his mouth sucking and licking it at the same time. He move his hand down slowly caressing me till he found my hot, wet pussy. His hand left my body and I felt something big rub my leg, then my inner thigh moving up. His mouth switch to my other nipple. Then I felt his cock head touching my pussy entrance, My hips lifted and his cock move in a little. Thinking that he wasn’t gong to put it in I left again and his cockhead push in, leaving 3/4 ‘s of his hard cock still outside. I groan for him to fuck me, to the point of begging him to buried his cock deep inside of me. He brought up his knees and his hands grab my ass and lifted me up to meet his thrust, oh god I cried out to him, feeling every inch of his 7 inches buried inside my wet pussy. I felt him pull out and push into my ass. Back and forth he went. Finely after about 10 minutes of his cock fucking my ass and pussy I felt his cock swell and explode while he was up my ass. Falling on top of me he kiss me and whispers that the night is still young and just give him time to catch his breath and we would go at it again. And god help me, we did he fuck me all night long and into the next morning. As he was leaving that morning he told me to keep the back door open he’d be back when he got off work at 2:30 am.

I sat silently, in the corner of our bedroom, as I watched my wife snuggle up against her lover. He laid flat on his back, totally naked. She curled up against his muscled body and began to rub her long, slender fingers across his chest. His head turned towards her face. In response, his mouth was met by her awaiting lips. She moved her hand and placed it on his face and drew it closer so that their lips would meet without effort. I watched her tongue dart between his lips. Soon, they were in a deep, passionate kiss, totally oblivious to me and my growing erection. In the semi-darkness, I reached down between my legs and began to slowly rub my growing cock. Their hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Hers, traced his muscled chest, while his cupped her lingerie covered, perky breasts. Things began to heat up, as I flashed back to how this all came to be.

This was becoming a new normal for me. Liz and I had known each other since we were babies. Like many close friends, our relationship had turned romantic as we hit our teen years. During high school, we dated on and off. No matter how often we broke up, we would soon find ourselves back together again. As college approached, we found ourselves at the same school. We became roommates and our relationship finally became permanent. After we graduated, we got married, but I our marriage had a secret arrangement.

While we were in high school, Liz had an insatiable sex drive. Quite honestly, I couldn’t keep up. She would want to fuck before school, after school and even while I was at my after-school job. She was always up for the craziest and strangest sex. We did everything you can imagine. We tried anal, bondage, pissing on each other, threesomes, denial and at one point I wore a cock cage for a few weeks while she teased the shit out of me. I just couldn’t keep up with her constant need for sex. This desperate need, caused many of our break ups. During our break ups, she would fuck as many guys as she could. This would always make me jealous and she knew it. I would always beg her to come back to me and the sex would return to where we left off. She finally professed her undying love for me and told me that she wanted to be with me forever. Her only complaint about our relationship was my sex drive did not match hers. She said she could get passed that, but I knew she could not. By the time we went to college, we had come to an arrangement we could both live with. I got to be with the absolutely hottest woman, that I adored, and she got to have a fuck buddy to fill her insatiable sexual desires, when I couldn’t perform.

At first, our new arrangement seemed strange. We would fuck like rabbits for weeks, then my cock would just finally give up. She would take that as her sign to visit her fuck buddy and wear his cock out for a while. She knew that it usually took me a week or so to get my sex drive back. During that week, she would sleep with one of the guys that she met freshman year in her English class. He was a muscle-bound knuckle head with a big cock. He fancied himself a real ladies’ man and wanted no commitment to any woman. It was all sex to him and not much more. This arrangement fit our needs perfectly. The funny thing is, he thought that Liz was cheating on me, with him. Every time he’d see me, he would just smile and shake his head as if to say he had stolen something from me. Little did he know, he was being used as a tool and nothing more.

Senior year of college, Liz and I got engaged and after graduation, got married. Before we tied the knot, we set some rules we could both live with. The first was, she was my wife and sex with each other trumped sex with others. Second, during my sexual down time, she could fuck anyone she wanted. Her fuck sessions needed to be at home, when I was at the house. I did not need to watch, I just needed to be there and know she was safe. She loved that and told me that she had always wanted me close by while she made love to her other partners. She said that she had always loved me and that looking into my eyes while she fucked someone was her ultimate fantasy. She shyly admitted that she would cum just thinking about looking at me while she fucked other guys. Her one demand was that her lovers could only fuck her bareback. She hated the feeling of condoms and loved the feeling of a mans warm cum flowing inside her. I reluctantly agreed and asked that she only fuck men she knew were clean and that she stayed on birth control. We both agreed to this and began our married life together.

Today was our third anniversary. As it turned out my sex drive was totally gone. For the last few weeks, we have been having sex almost twice a day. Most mornings, I’d wake up to Liz slipping my morning wood into her dripping pussy. It was a hell of a way to wake up and usually it didn’t take long for me to pop one off, deep inside her. As I shoot my load into her, she usually grinds her clit as hard as she can, into me, until I feel her pussy grab my cock and pulse out a rocking escort mahmutbey orgasm. Before bed each evening, she teases me with her tight bubble butt and begs me to take her from behind. She loves when I pound her ass hard. We had spent weeks fucking like teenagers but now my balls were empty and my cock was sore.

A few days earlier, I told her that I was totally spent and doubted that I could to give her the fucking she so dearly wanted on our anniversary. When I told her this, I was met with a big pouty lip. She sadly said that she desperately wanted hot, hard, anniversary sex and that she had purchased some new lingerie for the occasion. I felt really stupid and bad. I told her that I was sorry. She seemed depressed and didn’t say much the rest of the evening. Right before bed, she told me that she had asked her lover to fuck her on our anniversary and that I was going to watch. She said that this was my gift to her. She was going to have her hard sex on our anniversary, with or without me. My heart skipped a beat, but I agreed.

However, there was one catch. She insisted that I sit in the comfy chair, by the bed and watch. My heart almost beat from my chest. I had never seen my wife fuck her lovers before. I had always been close by, but never there in the room. To my surprise, my cock began to get hard. Liz put one hand on my chest and one down my pants as she kissed me. Her long fingers gripped my growing cock as the other hand acted like a human EKG. She pulled back and giggled and told me that she wasn’t surprised I got excited at the thought. She said she had always thought that I had wanted to watch and even participate. She then said that she had a gift for me and that she would surprise me with it after her lover left. I was intrigued and anxious to see what she had gotten me.

The night of our anniversary, we went out for a nice dinner. All night, Liz teased me. She wore an amazingly tight dress, with some fuck me pumps that made her legs and ass really pop. At dinner, she slipped her foot out of her heel and rubber my cock with the sole of her foot, from beneath the table. The night was starting out pretty hot. As we returned home, she asked me if I was sure I didn’t want to fuck her. I told her that I desperately wanted to fuck her, but I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to go all the way, my cock just ached from overuse. She slyly smiled and grabbed her phone and sent a short text. She stripped out of her dress and revealed her new bra and panties. The bra was snow white in color, was totally seamless and very smooth. It looked like it was painted on her. Her panties were thong style and matched perfectly with her bra. She was a beautiful sight to behold.

As she strutted around in front of me, the doorbell rang. She turned to me and told me to go upstairs and get undressed. Liz then told me to put on a condom and then go sit in the chair and be totally quiet at all times. Just like a dog, I ran off and did as I was told. Almost immediately, I heard Liz open the front door. She greeted her guest and asked him if he wanted something to drink. He said he did and I heard them move off into the kitchen. I quickly threw my clothes off and fished in the nightstand for a condom. We never used them usually, so the package seemed old and brittle. I tore it open to find the little rubber disk waiting for me. I fiddled with it a bit as I tried to roll it down my semi-rigid shaft. Finally, it was on and I sat down in the chair and waited in the semi-darkness.

About ten minutes passed before a figure appeared in the door. It was him. Her lover had entered our bedroom. He did not acknowledge me and instead stripped off his clothes. He then pulled back the sheets and crawled into our bed. A moment later, Liz came in and made her way over the bed and climbed in next to him. It then struck me, my wife had just crawled into our marital bed with her lover. On our third anniversary, my wife was being taken by another man, while I watched, because I was unable to perform my husbandly duties.

As my mind came back to the scene unfolding in front of me, I focused on the two of them. After they passionately kissed each other, Liz climbed atop her lover and straddled his groin. She slowly stroked his impressive cock in an effort to make it rock hard. My wife then sat up as high as she could and pulled the thong to the side and began to rub the tip of his impressive tool on her wet pussy lips. Her lover moaned loudly. Liz smiled broadly and slowly impaled herself on his shaft. Again, he moaned in pleasure. She then placed her hands on her ankles and began to ride him, like a horse on a gentle trot. The room began to fill with the sound of her ass slapping down on his legs as she purred like a kitten. His strong hands grasped her tiny waist and he began to thrust himself upwards with each bounce. Liz threw her head back as she increased her rhythm. Her lover expressed how good she looked on his cock and how eskort beautiful she was. This only encouraged her to ride him harder.

Her lover moved his hands up to her breasts and squeezed them tightly. My wife moaned with pleasure at his touch. Her left hand moved down behind her back and began to massage his balls as she rode his hard stick. Every once in a while, I caught a glimpse of her wedding ring, as the diamond caught the soft light from the hallway. The ring I had given her as a sign of my commitment and devotion to her, was now touching another man’s balls. My heart raced at the thought. It seemed so very wrong, yet in some strange way, right. Liz was getting what she wanted, what she needed on our anniversary. Something that I knew I couldn’t do to either of our satisfaction.

Her massaging was working. Her lover began to get rougher with her. I could see that he was beginning to get into a sexual frenzy. Liz sensed that too and began riding him harder. She took the first two fingers on her right hand and slipped them into his mouth. This excited him. She pulled them out to the edge of his lips, at which point, his tongue began to dance on them as if he was licking her clit. She let out a very satisfied growl and began to ride him at a full gallop.

Liz’s breathing became louder and heavier as did her lovers. Like a Vegas poker shark, Liz had her “tells”. She could not hide her build up to orgasm. No, it was obvious to anyone when she was about to pop. She grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed them hard. Liz then bit her bottom lip as she threw her head as far back as she could. Then, she slammed herself down hard on his massive tool and let out a scream. She flung herself forward and fell on top of him in an effort to shove his cock inside her as deeply as possible. She ground her pussy hard into his groin. Her hands grabbed his head and she shoved her tongue down his throat, almost gagging him. All the while, her body shook as if it was in an earthquake. It was a sight to see. Surprisingly, her lover did not explode at the same time. No, instead he forced his manhood as deeply as he could inside of her and just allowed her to orgasm herself to ecstasy.

The whole scene was very erotic. To my amazement, my rubber clad cock was rock hard and standing at full attention. Liz had told me to wear a condom just in case I got hard and had an orgasm. She did not want me to make a mess on the comfy chair, I was sitting on. When she asked, I was sure that I was not going to come, fuck, I wasn’t even sure I would get it up. However, not only was I erect, my heart was racing like when I had sex with Liz. Without realizing it, I had been jerking my cock off pretty hard. I was actually pretty close to coming.

After a few minutes, Liz began to come down from her orgasmic high. She continued to kiss her lover intensely. Her passion made my heart beat even harder. She wasn’t just fucking her lover, no, she was making love to him. My body began to shiver slightly, not from cold but from the intensity of what I was seeing. After what seemed like forever, she slowly climbed off of him. She slid down between his legs and grabbed his cock with her left hand and guided it towards her sexy lips. His cock glistened with her juices. Slowly, she began to lick the shaft clean. It was incredibly sensual. Her lovers cock twitched with each lick. All the while, she looked deeply into his eyes. Her lover took her head into his strong hands and began guiding it up and down his shaft. Liz had no gag reflex and easily took his long cock across her warm, wet tongue and down into her throat. Her lover reacted with amazement. I watched intently as my wife sucked off another man, in our bed. Once again, my right hand was flying across my rigid pole.

Just before her lover was about to unload into her throat, she removed his cock from her mouth and gave him a sultry smile.

As she did, she spun around on the bed and looked back over her shoulder. Liz looked into his eyes and told him that she wanted him to fuck her hard from behind. She wanted him to “take” her, “use” her, like a cheap whore. Her lover sprang up off the bed and immediately positioned himself behind her perky ass. The sound of a hard slap rang through the bedroom. She howled in delight. He told her that she was fucking whore that needed to be put in her place. She responded with “take my ass Daddy”.

He slapped her ass hard again and impaled his weapon deep inside her. He shoved her face into the bed with one hand and grabbed her long hair with the other. Her lover then pounded her ass deeply and without mercy. Liz reacted with screams of YES, YES. Her lover then placed his hand on the small of her back and asked her if she was a slutty whore. She responded with a loud YES. As she did, he slid his large thumb deep inside her asshole. Liz let out a surprised yelp, a scream of FUCK, then began to shake violently. Her lover looked down at her and told her to cum for him. To escort sultangazi my amazement, she did just that. Her body convulsed as if she was having a seizure. Her knees gave out, but she did not collapse to the bed, as her lover was holding her quivering body up with his hard cock and his thumb deep inside her ass.

I had never seen Liz come like this before. She seemed to be in a trance, unable to breathe normally or even have control of her body. She trembled uncontrollably for quite some time. Finally, her lover could not hold her up any longer. He lowered her spent body down to the bed and pummeled her pussy into submission. Our bed screamed and creaked like never before. Never, had sex been that severe in that bed. I was afraid it was just going to break apart and crash to the floor. Their love making did not resemble ours. Ours was slow, gentle and simple. Theirs was raw, passionate and brutal.

Liz’s amazing lover finally stopped plowing her ass long enough to ask her a question. He grabbed her hair and pulled her face up from the mattress and asked her what a little whore like her wanted. Breathlessly, she responded by telling him that she wanted his hot cum deep inside her womb. She then told him that she wanted him to “plant his seed” inside her. I nearly shit myself when I heard her say that. Cum inside me was one thing, but plant his seed, this comment brought it to a whole new level. Her lover laughed sinisterly and began to bang her ass hard again. He once again used her hair as a handle and jerked her head back hard. He then demanded that she tell him what she wanted, over and over again. She told him she wanted his seed inside her womb. He demanded that she say it louder. She said it again, this time much louder. Again, he demanded she continue. Soon, our bedroom echoed with the sounds of intense fucking and screams of “I want your seed in my womb”.

Her demands for his seed were rewarded as he blasted load after load of cum deep inside my wife. As he did, Liz slid off into another crushing orgasm. Her lover howled like a wolf, as he filled Liz’s womb with his potent seed. Liz screamed in a way I had never heard before. Her lover’s body was glistening in sweat and hard as a rock. He looked like a Greek god, with his sacrifice laying before him. My wife was that sacrifice, laying spent, in front of him with his sperm injected deep inside her. The room was filled with the smell of sex, sweat and cum. As he finished taking his prize, he fell down on top of her. They laid there together in our marital bed for about an hour before he finally removed his now flaccid cock from her pussy.

The sight of their mutual orgasm nearly sent me over the edge. I forced myself to release my grip from my cock and grab the arms of the chair. I desperately wanted to save my potential orgasm for Liz. My body trembled in a way it never had. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. It bounced up and down with each heart beat. I felt like I was going to pass out.

Liz’s lover flipped her over and kissed her as he crawled out of our bed. She reached over and grabbed my pillow and propped it up under her butt so that his cum would not leak out onto the bed. Her lover picked up his clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed. Liz turned to me and asked me to join her in bed. I stood up and revealed my raging hard-on. She smiled broadly. As I crawled into bed next to her, she whispered to me that she needed some birth control. I didn’t know what she meant. She told me that she really did need some birth control. She then explained that she had wanted to get pregnant and had thought that we would have sex on our anniversary. She had stopped taking her birth control three months ago in anticipation.

I sat straight up in shock. She slyly smiled and pointed down to her freshly fucked pussy and again said she REALLY needed some birth control. Her hand grabbed the hair on the top of my head and guided my mouth to her gaping pussy. She told me that I needed to get busy and shoved my face into her sloppy hole. I nearly passed out as her lovers cum slid into my mouth. My body shook violently. Liz flipped me over on the bed and straddled my face with her pussy. Her lovers hot seed slowly slid out and into my mouth. She told me to suck hard, as she could still feel his warmth deep inside her. I grabbed her ass and sucked as hard as I could. I didn’t want another mans sperm attacking my wife’s eggs. The thought of another man’s baby growing inside my wife’s womb, was overwhelming. I was cleaning up her lovers’ mess without even thinking about it. I had never had any desire to do it, yet I was cleaning her pussy with zeal.

As her lover stepped from the bathroom, my sucking and darting tongue, set her off on a gentle rolling orgasm. He walked over to the bed and kissed her as she rode the waves. She moaned with pleasure. Her lover told her good night and then looked down to see my face totally covered with his messy gift. He smiled then looked to my crotch and laughed. He pointed to my cock and smiled and left. Liz looked down at my cock to discover that the tip of my condom was full of cum. My balls had released their contents without me even realizing. I had gotten so excited that I had filled the tip of the condom up without ever felling that I had an orgasm.

I met him in a bar… It was two years ago now. I’d just started my new job in New Zealand, a few of my work friends decided we should go out for our Saturday night. We went down to the local pub, and sat, chatting and drinking- there was a game of rugby and heaps of young guys sat around drinking and yelling, celebrating each point. I wasn’t so interested in them though, I’d had young boyfriends before and they all ended up annoying me after a few months so I simply watched as one by one the other girls paired off, and I was left sitting, sipping my drink and gazing at the screen.

Later on that night a group of guys, they were probably all mid thirties; they looked like business men came in and sat at the bar near me. I didn’t pay much attention at first but when I looked up, I realised one of them had his eyes pinned right on me, he didn’t look away when I caught him; he was staring at my breasts. I blushed violet red and stood up, making for the restroom. God I was wet… he was so… self assured? I didn’t know any boys or men who would so openly stare and appreciate my assets like that.

When I returned they hadn’t moved, I ordered another drink and wasn’t all that surprised when I felt a presence behind me offering to pay on my behalf. I smiled politely and offered the seat, I realise now, he would have sat even if I hadn’t have offered.

He was polite, he asked my name what I did, and of course his smile grew wider when he heard my accent. He confessed he’d always loved the Australian accent. I gazed across at his friends, they seemed to be continually gazing at us, but I didn’t think a lot of it, they were jealous that he was chatting me up, and I didn’t particularly care. After a while he asked for my number, and I gave it to him, he was sweet, and the fact he didn’t seem to want to get into my pants had surprised me enough to give him a chance.

After we parted I met up with the girls and we sat chatting and drinking, the boys weren’t that bad after all. When I decided it was time to go I made my way outside to find a cab, I’d originally come with the girls but they would all be going home with partners and I didn’t want to be a trouble. He had followed me, I was a little surprised he was still there but when he offered me a lift I was sceptical. What was he really after? After stating that I wasn’t going to sleep with him and would scream murder if he even thought of trying something I accepted, much to his amusement.

His car was nice, fast and red, I could tell he had a bit of money, but he didn’t act like it. He was sweet and funny, charming. He would look over and smile at me, made a few jokes and laughed at my own. When he pulled up to my apartment I planted a kiss on his cheek and he caught my jaw and kissed me. I couldn’t particularly say it any other way as it was just that, he kissed me and didn’t allow room for any protest. He tasted good, like scotch and musk.

I was left, heart pounding sitting in his passenger seat, with soaked panties and a heart thundering. When I got out of the car he did too. He smiled at me, as though he knew every one of my dirty secrets, and when his arms wrapped around me I sighed and accepted the second kiss, even parting my lips and pressing my tongue back to his own. His hands were warm, gentle and after a while he patted my ass and pointed me towards the apartment, it was small, tiny really and as he pointed at it I was reluctant to go inside. “I’ll call you” He murmured and I smiled.

“Bye” were my only words. I walked, wobbly legged upstairs and collapsed into bed, hand in my panties I came and drifted into a dreamy sleep. I hadn’t heard anything in a few days, and had begun to forget about the mystery man when, while at work a delivery arrived. A huge bunch of flowers with an invitation to dinner, my heart melted. When he called that afternoon I gushed and accepted, I didn’t even ask how he knew where I worked. Perhaps he’d asked one of the girls in the bar- needless to say it was extremely romantic.

I didn’t know what to wear, I was so nervous, and yet, I didn’t understand why I would be, he was the one who’d made a move, he liked the way I looked, and I knew already he loved my large breasts. So I made sure I picked something with a dipping neckline. A red dress, which showed plenty of cleavage swept up in a black lace bra. When the doorbell rung I almost ran to answer it, but calmed myself and allowed him inside while I “finished up”. To be honest I’d been waiting for half an hour before he’d even arrived.

He took me to a small restaurant on the other side of town. The conversation didn’t ease up, I’d catch him sneaking glances at my cleavage but didn’t pull him up on it, he held my hand and paid and walked me to the car where he swept me close and kissed me deeply. I melted again, blushing as his fingers swept up and pressed into the side of my left breast. He gazed into my eyes and I pulled back a little, embarrassed that he would touch me like that in public. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t want you…” he whispered to me and I looked away, still embarrassed, still so young, naive. He pulled my eyes back so that I was gazing escort sefaköy up at him and he kissed me sweetly before stroking my cheek and kissing my forehead, he hugged me again and winked, opening the car door and helping me back inside.

I didn’t ask him where we were going, I already knew. I simply gazed at the change of landscape, the open road and wider spaces calmed my nerves, for the first time, things were quiet between us. His hand had rest against my thigh and then taken my own fingers, he kept looking across at me, as though he was deep in thought. I stayed silent, I was too nervous to say anything, I felt like I might squeak if I even tried.

He pulled into his house, and inside the garage looked across at me before smiling, I couldn’t help it- I grinned right back. He opened the door and helped me out, I’d never had a man do that for me, he insisted on it. I felt like a princess as he guided me inside and kissing my shoulder he took my coat and showed me to his kitchen. He pulled out two glasses and filled them with wine before handing one to me and again guiding me towards the lounge.

As we sat he pulled me in, against him and kissed me gently, stroking my neck, shoulders and down, even gently stroking my breasts on the outside of my dress, I would go quiet when he did this, and he would smile again, as though he knew every single secret within body. When he pulled me onto his lap I murmured a small protest, he stopped and gazed into my eyes. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, ok?” He spoke gently, and I realised he knew, that I was a virgin, and that he didn’t care, that he would be gentle and would listen to me. I nodded, I’d always felt uncomfortable about myself.

As he pulled off my dress he began to kiss me, all over, I blushed but he kept kissing, until I thought I might die. It got worse, he pulled off my panties and bra next. My cheeks must have been bright red by now, as he gazed down at me I cleared my throat and I thought I might try and crawl into a hole and die. He made me look at him again and I began to relax. His fingers wandered over my body, down, and he took my breasts, stroked them, kissed licked and sucked them. I could tell he adored them, but it wasn’t until his fingers wandered down, and he began to stroke my soaked clit that I completely relaxed. He made me cum and watched as I panted, and gasped beneath him. He had this look of complete, triumph. It made me want to laugh, but instead I sat up and kissed him.

My fingers began to pick at his own clothes. I wanted to see him now, and he allowed me to explore. I kissed his neck, down, over his chest and nipples and ended laying with my head cradled in his lap. He lifted for his pants, I was surprised to find him mostly hard already, my fingers wrapped around his impressive cock. I couldn’t imagine any of my ex boyfriends with such a beautiful cock.

He sighed as I stroked up, and gazing up he had relaxed back, he wasn’t even watching what I was doing, He didn’t care. He just enjoyed my gentle eager exploration. I’d watched so much porn in my life I was sure I would know what to do. But now, with his hands in my hair and his hips lifting up I felt out of my depth. My heart began to race as my cheeks flushed and his cock rubbed against my lips, I kissed it but whimpered. His eyes parted quickly, and in a flash he’d let go of my hair and cradled my cheek in his fingers. His eyes were tender, I parted my lips and sucked him, even though he’d began to protest the action. His groan was impressive. I must have done something right because he was arching and bucking in rhythm with my small, but attentive sucks. My fingers entertained the bottom of his length while my mouth adjusted to the feel of sucking and licking a hard cock.

He lay back, it felt like I’d been sucking for hours when he finally pulled back, his chest was raising a little quicker now and he raised an eyebrow at me, asking if I was determined to make him cum or if I’d let him touch me again. I blushed and climbed into his lap. I think he liked that. That I was so new, so- well, innocent may not be the right word- but, untouched. He sat me back and handed me my wine, I took a few more sips and we kissed. He wasn’t rushing, he was just relaxed, it made me so happy I just gazed across at him.

He began to ask me what I’d done, sexually, he wanted to be sure. I answered quietly at first, but when he got closer and pulled me onto his lap I giggled and sighed. He kissed me and I relaxed once more. He leant up and pressed his lips to my ear, asking if I was on birth control… I said yes. He asked if I wanted him to wear a condom… I shivered as his cock began to rub between my legs. I thought I might go crazy if he had to go and find one so I said no. I thought later I was stupid to have, but. I felt as though I could trust him, especially as he’d been so good to me already. When he relaxed back and pulled me up, positioning me above him he sighed.

“It will hurt, but, tell me when you’re ready, I won’t go before then.” I nodded, and, as I was already so wet he slipped inside escort bayan of me, deep, hard and fast. I felt the searing pain at first, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. When we levelled he kissed me deeply, and stroked me, down he began to rub my clit and I shivered. How had he known that I loved that? I groaned when he lifted back a little, and gently filled me once more, it was only an inch but it felt- even more amazing than I’d imagined.

When he knew I was ready he rolled me so I was laying on the couch, and he knelt up, and began to fuck me. It was amazing, perfect. He would lean down and kiss me, and then lean up to fuck me hard, massaging my breasts, he never hurt me, not this time. He was sweet, caring… he made me cum and cum, he reached over to the table and pulled out a small vibrator, pressing it to my clit he continued to fuck me. I was panting and sweating, he pressed it to my ass and I groaned, parted my legs some more, wiggling it in he smiled and then came deep inside me. He lay against me. I love it, the feel of his heavy warmth on my skin. It took my breath away and I wrapped my arms around him. When I opened my eyes again he was sitting up, stroking my breasts. He picked me up and walked me to the shower, he kissed me, washed me, my hair and held me close. I fell asleep on his chest in his magnificent bed.

The next morning we fucked again, he rolled me over and took me without any foreplay, he’d felt how wet I was already for him and decided we didn’t need to waste the time. After breakfast he ate me, and I sucked him. He rewarded my efforts with a mouth full of cum and then, he drove me home. He came up inside again and we lay on the couch, chatting quietly and kissing.

When he left I walked around in a daze, and again, for the rest of the next days at work. I’d call him whenever I got a chance, my shifts were awkward. I wanted to see him again and I told him that, I could almost hear the smile in his voice when I told him that. And the depth of his voice grew when I told him I wanted to feel him again. He drove over at midnight and fucked me to sleep. I didn’t know how long we’d been going for, I didn’t care. When I woke up there was a note on his pillow with some flowers apologising as he’d had to go to work.

We continued like that for months, we’d go out when we were both free, he’d sleep over, or I’d sleep over with him. The sex was amazing. A mixture of hard deep fucking and gentle love making. He’d captured my heart. And everyone knew, they could see the change, I was truly happy for the first time in my life. Even my mother knew it, and she was across the ocean.

One night when I was laying in his bed, gazing into space, his chest rising and falling gently he asked me if I wanted to move in. It shocked me, especially considering I knew he wasn’t the kind of person to settle down. I’d learnt so much about him, he liked his space, his own home. But, it made me so happy. So… of course I said yes, and moved most of my things in. He’d insisted I kept my own place close to the hospital in case I needed somewhere to crash. Later I realised how smart this was, it was useful, for both of us, especially if I finished late and had to start early. And really, our times were so different, I would be in and out, and he liked his routine. It gave him plenty of time to enjoy his peace and quiet, and when I was home, it gave us plenty more time to be together.

About a year into our relationship I noticed things began to change. I wasn’t upset about it though. He still loved me, and I him. We still talked more than ever, but it changed subtly. Where before he would kiss me, stroke me and get me entirely ready to fuck he stopped. Instead he would often roll me over in the middle of the night and fuck me. I would reach out, grab the headboard and groan, scream for him. He loved it when I did that, and I loved him doing it to me.

I guess the age difference had always made our relationship a little different. He mentored me through hard times at work, he listened and advised me about my parents. He was dominant, and I submissive. I knew that, he knew that but we never really spoke it. Not until one night. He had come home early, when I got home from work I was tired, and in a bad mood. I didn’t particularly know what had put it into me but when he came up behind me and kissed my neck I pushed him away. I instantly changed my mind of course. I shouldn’t have done it and turned towards him, reaching out towards him, he gazed down at me with a hard expression. I apologised, quickly and profusely and pulled him closer, he entertained it and wrapped his fingers in my hair, I leant up and kissed him sweetly, softly.

When he stepped away I was confused. He’d always given me sex whenever I wanted it… and now I realise I wanted it a lot more than other girls did. I gazed at him, my heart pounded. I thought that maybe this was it, maybe he was sick of me and didn’t want me anymore. But he smiled as he saw the worry in my eyes. He took my hand and pulled me to the couch we’d first made love on.

He pulled me into him and whispered his love, and then escort atakent began to explain how he thought we should explore something new. That perhaps, what I really needed was to be dominated. Of course I’d seen the videos, girls being whipped and paddled into complete slavery, screaming out their pain and then being fucked like animals. I recoiled, I didn’t want that. But he kept at it, explaining that it would be different. That he wouldn’t be my master, but my lover… who sometimes dominated me for our mutual enjoyment. That at any time I could tell him I’d had enough and he’d stop, but that I had to trust him to know when I’d had enough.

I was unsure. But I’d always trusted him, he’d shown me that I could. Even though he was busy he always made time to be there for me. And he’d never hurt me before. (Well.. apart from the first time he fucked my ass.. but that’s another story all in itself….). So, I agreed, to at least give it a try, I promised I would do it but if I didn’t enjoy it that I would tell him. He kissed me so passionately, I smiled. I’d made him happy.

It was simple at first, that night he lay me in his lap and stroked my hair, watching his own tv and drinking his wine. I didn’t say much, answered when he asked things, but I wasn’t game to test the boundaries. When it was time for bed he placed me on my hands and knees and instructed I follow him into bed. But we didn’t go to our bedroom, we went to one of the spare rooms at the back of the house. We never used this one. I was surprised when he opened the door and I saw the large bed, there were sheets and blankets, but it had chains hooked to it. I hadn’t been in the room for weeks. He must have been planning it.

He’d even decked it out with tables of vibes and dildos. There were even some different costumes hanging up. My eyes were wide, I must have looked bewildered. He laughed softly and pulled me up, and let me walk around. He instructed me to choose two things I most wanted to try out. It took me half an hour to find two… but two things caught my eye the most. There was a costume, it was a naughty school girl. The skirt ruffled, the top tied around breasts. And a leather paddle. I was amazed, we’d never done anything like this before…

He instructed me to change, and I did. I felt naughty already, and, I’d left off the panties per his request. My pussy was soaked. The role seemed to flow so easily. He took on that of a principal, and I, the naughty little girl. He bent me over his lap, and exposing my ass told me what a bad girl I was for wearing no panties. The leather paddle came down on my ass with hard whacks. But, what amazed me was that I loved it. I would complain every now and then when he hit hard, but I knew my juices were dripping slowly from my pussy down the inside of my thighs. I really felt naughty.

He slowed up and put the paddle away, humming as he rubbed his fingers across my ass. I played the part, telling him it was wrong to touch me like that. But he didn’t care. He hissed and smacked my ass, told me he could do whatever he wanted and shoved two fingers into my dripping cunt. He called it that, cunt, for the first time. He hissed and fingered me until I was spilling my juices all over his hand. I gasped as he almost brought me to orgasm, and then pulled his fingers away. I groaned as he did, why had he stopped?

I bit my lip and whined for more. But he picked me up and placed me onto the bed. Leather fluffy cuffs wrapped around my ankles and wrists. He placed a foam triangle beneath me, angling my hips upwards and he placed a blindfold over my eyes. I whimpered, he told me for now he would leave my lips untouched, and, in a serious tone he told me to say the word Alligator if I really wanted him to stop. Later he would teach me how to signal for him, how to use green yellow and red to let him know how far he could take things.

For that night I was his slut. He fucked my cunt… He even fucked my ass, while he called me his slut, his dirty little cunt… he was a different man, and I loved it. I knew it was the dominant speaking, because we were in this room and not our bedroom. When he fucked me here, I could expect the dirty names, I enjoyed them, I moaned them for him, I begged him to orgasm, and he left me panting and wanting more. Then, when we were done he would untie me, take me to our bedroom and shower with me, we would climb into bed, sometimes we would make love, others we would fall asleep and fuck in the morning.

I loved this new part in our lives. I realised, that, he knew that it was what I needed the very first time we met, and I knew that he didn’t bring it up because I was too insecure to accept it. We would sometimes go two weeks without using the room. Sometimes, we wouldn’t need the room, sometimes, after a hard day at work he would come home to find me on my hands and knees, naked and spread before the doorway in offering. He loved these days, the days I offered myself freely to whatever it was he wanted to do. Sometimes I needed it more than he knew. So I began to whisper the word green. He would paddle me harder, until I whispered yellow, sometimes he would slow down, others he would keep going until, amongst screams of no.. Stop… I would whisper red. And only then would he stop. He told me later that each time I would endure it longer, take it harder. And one time, he had to decide to stop, before he bruised my ass so bad I wouldn’t be able to walk or sit for days.

This story took place half a lifetime ago, when I was just 18 years old and a senior in high school. I won’t generalize about adolescents and their susceptibility to peer pressure; I’m sure there are some strong independent thinkers in the high school age bracket–but I sure wasn’t one of them. I never had the courage to admit to my tastes and preferences whenever there was a strong consensus among my friends that I did not share.

This applied to music, movies, television–you name it. It was okay to differ about who was a better rapper or rock musician, but don’t let anyone catch you enjoying a country song, not even a little. If you did you had to keep it to yourself, a private “guilty pleasure,” lest you risk enduring the ridicule of the crowd. It wasn’t until I was well into my adult years that I gained the courage to own up to my unpopular tastes.

As a teenager, one of my guiltiest pleasures of all was fat girls. It may be that I’ve simply m.atured, or it may be that the cultural zeitgeist has shifted toward greater acceptance of different body types since I was a kid, but all I know for sure is that not a single one of my male friends in school ever admitted to finding bigger girls attractive in general. I am sure some of them were sincere about their tastes, though probably conditioned by the self-appointed aesthetes of our society who choose the (in my opinion, disgustingly emaciated) cover models for fashion magazines. But I suspect others were like me–secretly admiring the big girls but cowed into silence by the fear of ridicule.

Being a secret fat admirer as a teenager had its pros and cons. The disadvantages are probably pretty obvious. The popular culture seemed almost never to cater to my tastes. Not being much for skinny chicks there was precious little wankable material out there in general circulation: from Playboy to the Victoria’s Secret catalogue to the Sears catalogue, there seemed to be an anti-fat conspiracy; I was forced to use my imagination more than most.

On the other hand, there were some plusses to digging the plus-sized. Because it was rather unexpected at the time, a person could actually more easily “get away with” checking out a big girl. It was as if all the skinny chicks were constantly policing the available views of their T&A, and woe betide he who got busted scoping bustage. “Why’nch you take a picture, perve, it’ll last longer!” But with the bigger girls, I found that I could sometimes feign a detached, spacey gaze into the middle distance when, in reality, I was positively memorizing a bit of cleavage or a visible panty line for later use. Where skinny chicks were taken in stolen glances, with bigger girls it was sometimes possible to literally stare.

One example was Mrs. Ruby (not her real name) who taught my senior algebra class. To this day, even with an adult’s experience and hindsight (and even in light of the story I’m about to tell) it is hard to imagine that she knew how hard she was making me. Day after day I would have to choose a time, usually about ten minutes before the bell, to stop checking her out and just stare at my desk taking deep breaths and willing my hard-on to fade so that I’d be able to stand up from my desk after class without embarrassment.

Was she doing it on purpose? Hard to tell. Most of the guys in class either didn’t find her attractive or, like me, didn’t admit to it. If they got a bad grade or caught detention they would complain about “that fat bitch.” But to me she was a goddess–size 20, with big f-cup boobs that could squeeze together and suggest cleavage even with a neckline in full compliance with the school’s teacher dress code. She had a nice round belly and an ass that must have measured 60 inches.

And when she would help a student with a problem she was always bending over to look at their work. Sometimes she would stand in front of the desk, bending over and viewing their work upside down, giving me a glimpse of cleavage and, if I was lucky, a bit of brassiere. Other times she would bend over to look over a student’s shoulder, giving me a chance to study that ponderous ass and, hopefully, visible panty line. And of course sometimes she would be at my desk, bending to help me–too close to get a visual, but intoxicating me with the mingling aroma of cosmetics and pheromone.

She was white, fortyish, possibly Jewish, and had beautiful, lustrous, long, straight black hair that shone like the kind you see in a shampoo commercial. Almost daily she wore bright nail polish and lipstick, fire-engine red or some other loud color. Her eyes were a shimmering black, like oiled, burnished ebony. She was always extremely well put together, with designer clothes that, only in retrospect, it occurs to me to wonder how she could afford on a teacher’s salary.

I had a ritual with her. Apart from the random, sporadic occasions when we were working in class and I could steal random glances escort çapa as she bent to help this or that student, there was an almost daily activity where she would, on request, work out a problem on the board from the previous day’s homework. If no one else presented an appropriate one, I would pick out a long, complicated word problem and ask her to work it out on the board. This would make her turn her back to the class for a prolonged period and, if the problem took enough board space, eventually compel her to bend pretty low in order to finish it.

The best part was that the ploy was never implausible because the word problems were naturally the most difficult and most likely to require explanation. I would just sit there and gape at her enormous ass, salivating, heart pounding, cock throbbing. It was amazing. The only hard part (pun intended) was that this activity was usually close to the end of class and it would sometimes bump up against my ten-minute rule. But life is all about hard choices, and this ritual was quite worth the risk.

Then one day she caught me.

She had brought in a variety of circular objects of differing circumferences to demonstrate the discovery of pi. We all knew about pi from middle school, but she wanted us to discover it in the way our ancient Greek forbears must have done as a property of things circular, so she split us up in groups with tape measures and a Frisbee, coaster, coffee saucer, chrome hubcap, etc. One by one each group sent a representative to the board where they would prop their group’s circular object on the chalk tray and demonstrate their results.

Then in the last quarter of class she erased the pi calculations and offered to do her usual demonstration of last night’s homework. As usual, I picked a nice long one from the word problems section and raised my hand.

At first it worked the way it always had. Her lilting voice mingled with the squeaky staccato scrape of her chalk as she explained the steps in the solution, supplying a sort of warm soundtrack to this lovely dance as she worked further and further down the board until she was bent at a nearly perfect right angle. “Uh huh,” I would say from time to time, pretending to listen, “mm-hmm,” all the while staring at that giant ass, imagining myself coming up behind her, hiking up her skirt and yanking down her panties, thrusting inside of her, and feeling her big jiggly white ass slap rhythmically against my belly, moaning as I deposited every last drop of my virginity into her warm pink goodness.

That day I was particularly fixated: she had on a particularly flattering ecru blouse and khaki skirt. I was staring, staring, staring, completely lost in that luscious rump, when I vaguely detected something had changed. What was it? In my daydreamy state I couldn’t be sure. Then I realized what it was. The room had fallen silent–the sound of her chalk and her New Jersey vocal cadence had both ceased, but I hadn’t noticed (I could have used one of those canned record-scratch effects you get on TV shows). I heard her say, in the distinct tone of someone who is repeating herself, “Mr. Waylon (not my real name), are you still with us?”

Then I realized what was happening. She was still bent over, back to the class, but I suddenly found myself making eye contact with her in the reflection of the chrome hubcap still propped on the chalk tray from the pi exercise! There was no disguising what had just happened. I was staring hard at her big butt and she had caught me in flagrante. I could feel my face rapidly reddening, wondering if it was as obvious to the other students as it now was to Mrs. Ruby.

“Mr. Waylon?”

“Yes.”

“Are you chewing gum, Mr. Waylon?”

Huh? What the hell kind of non sequitur question was that? Of course I was chewing gum! I always chewed gum in her class (her class was my last of the day, after lunch, and I self-consciously wanted my breath to be minty fresh if she ever came to my desk to help me with a problem). She had never mentioned it before. “Um,” I stammered, a bit confused, “yes,” I finally said, “yes I am.”

She rose and faced me. “You do know it’s against the rules to chew gum in class, don’t you, Mr. Waylon.” I was literally stunned silent; I just stared at her stupidly without replying. She strode up to my desk, extended a supine hand in front of my face and, with a snap of her fingers, said “give it to me.”

This only added to my shock. “In your hand?!” I was incredulous.

“Spit it out, now, Mr. Waylon. And remain after the bell. You have detention.” I took the gum out of my mouth and diffidently placed it into her palm. Pardon the hackneyed phrase but as she proceeded to drop my gum in the trashcan I understood what people mean when they say you could have heard a pin drop in the room.

Just then I realized what was happening–or at least I escort bayan istanbul thought I did. She had busted me checking her out and wanted to punish me, wanted me to have detention for it, but didn’t want to embarrass me by announcing the real reason to the class. She used the gum as a pretext for my own good.

Same with spitting the gum into her hand. Her calling me out had caused my hitherto massive hard-on to list to starboard a bit but, even so, I was in no shape to stand up and put my gum in the trash. She must have known that, which is why she came to me–to spare me the embarrassment. In that moment, even though I’d caught detention, I suddenly felt grateful to her. Then I cracked a smile as I caught myself thinking: “Her heart is as big as her ass.”

Algebra was my last class of the day so reporting for detention just meant remaining in class past the bell. “Mr. Waylon, could you come here please,” she said, motioning for me to come to the front of the now empty room. She handed me a thick red accordion file and said “These are the ungraded midterms from all five of my classes. I want you to sort them into alphabetical order by student last name, keeping them in their separate periods. That should be about a half-hour’s work. If you finish early you can leave early, but if you’re still here in 30 minutes you can leave whether you’re done or not. Use my desk.” With that, she disappeared into the hall and left me alone at her desk.

She had the standard issue teacher’s desk, putty-colored aluminum with chrome legs and handles and a simulated woodgrain top. Her office chair was a lime-green swivel job on casters, scratchy polyester fabric except for the armrests, which were sticky vinyl. The whole desk was shoved into a corner, directly abutting the thickly painted cinderblock walls, leaving plenty of the front of the classroom as a stage for her daily blackboard demonstrations. I sank into her springy office chair and briefly surveyed the landscape from this perspective.

On a corner of her desk, facing her chair stood a framed Olan Mills, she with her skinny husband and skinny ten-year-old son in their best clothes, smiling out at me. Mr. Ruby looked like a lawyer in his blue suit and curly but closely cropped salt-and-pepper hair. “So that’s the guy who gets to fuck Mrs. Ruby,” I thought. The son had his father’s hair but it was allowed to roam free in a tousled unruly fro. I sat there for a moment taking in The Ruby Family and then began alphabetizing her first-hour class’s tests.

After maybe five minutes she returned to the room and came directly to her desk. “Could you excuse me a moment–I just need to get a few things out of this file drawer.” She was referring to bottom drawer of her desk and, before I could even offer to get up, she pulled out the drawer and began fingering the manila tab tops. I rolled my chair as far back into the corner as I could but there was no hiding from it; her enormous khaki-clad derriere was no more than twelve inches from my face, closer than I’d ever been before.

Almost immediately I started swelling in my pants as my head filled with visions of reaching my hands up under the material, tracing the curve of her thick milky thighs, locating the elastic of her giant panties, sliding them down over her massive roundness. I imagined my face lowering into the valley of her buttocks, I imagined locating that warm tangy gash in a trim forest of black hair and–I was virgin–I could only imagine the taste!

This went on for a surprisingly long time, two or three minutes at least, as she shifted her weight from foot to foot causing her big pear bottom to shift in an enchanting waggle. From time to time she would pull a file out and set it on her desk but at the time it did not occur to me how improbably protracted her search had been, as though she were just randomly thumbing the files. I recall thinking with my big throbbing hard-on: “Doesn’t she know what she’s doing to me?! Maybe it was the gum after all.”

Finally, after what seemed like several minutes, she said “This is taking longer than I thought.” I started to offer to get up but she cut me off: “How about I just sit in your lap for a minute.”

“Um, I, uh–”

“Won’t be much longer.” Whereupon she lowered her big beautiful warm bottom onto my thighs. I couldn’t believe it. I was holding perfectly still. My fingers were in a white-knuckled death grip on the arms of the chair and I was staring at where my knees disappeared under the soft globe of khaki. My heart was pounding and my breath deepening. I was so nervous that I actually started to lose my hard-on, if you can believe that. But that wouldn’t last long.

I began mentally revising my theory. “Aha!” I thought, “She does know what she’s doing to me: this is part of the punishment.”

But then, with the only warning a hastily uttered statement “I just need escort etiler to get into the back files here,” she abruptly pulled the file drawer all the way out and simultaneously thrust her fat bottom all the way back into my belly, pinning me to the wall with her girth. It was too sudden and there was nowhere to hide. I tried with all my might to squeeze backward into the chair but it was no good: What was left of my hard-on was poking conspicuously into her right butt cheek.

She froze instantly on contact. For a moment she held completely still, but then began shifting her bottom in a side-to-side motion as if to be certain of what she had detected. Then, in a wry, knowing tone, she said: “So, Mr. Waylon, I see someone has been paying attention in class.”

“Um–“

Without another word she began thrusting her bottom back and forth, back and forth, grinding against my cock which, needless to say, was now once again hard as a rock. In response, and without even thinking, I started meeting her rhythm with a forward pelvic thrust of my own. She picked up the pace and the springs of the office chair began squeaking in time with the bouncing rhythm of the ride.

The sensation of my hard cock digging into the crack of her khakied ass was at once ecstatic and unbearable. Before I knew it I was arching my back in a pounding upward thrust trying desperately to press harder into that big beautiful rump. Then she reached back and took my hands from where they were still gripping the armrests and she placed them on her body, where the curve of her hips rounded into her big booty. I immediately accepted the cue and reached forward, fondling her love handles, her belly, even trying to reach her breasts before moving back down to her pelvis.

I began putting her love handles to their intended use, pulling her hard against me as I thrust harder and faster against her soft jiggling backside. She put her palms flat on the desk, feet on the floor, and changed her stroke, began lifting her ass into the air and slapping it down hard against me.

By now it occurred to me what was going to happen, and how inconvenient it would be to deal with it here at school, and I thought about trying to stop it. For the first time I stopped staring at her ass, closed my eyes and tipped my head back to clear my mind. When I lowered my head to the side and opened my eyes I found myself face to face with that paragon of familial bliss, The Ruby Family. I looked at the father, then the son. I thought: “I’m dry-humping your mom, kid.”

And suddenly there was no way to stop–I was past the point of no return. I was thrusting hard and fast, pulling her toward me and pressing the whole length of my shaft–as much of it as I could through my jeans–into the place between her buttocks when, seized with that telltale tingle of inevitability, I froze, shuddered, and felt my whole body start to seize up. She easily detected what was happening and momentarily pulled away from my grasping urgency. “You making a mess in your pants sweetheart?” she asked as, to my amazement, she quickly and deftly pulled up her skirt exposing acres of cottony yellow panty, and ground herself heavily down into me just in time to meet my last desperate thrust.

My buttocks tightened into an impossible pucker as I pushed forward involuntarily and, gasping, felt shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body as generous spurts of hot semen began coursing into my underpants. I felt I’d had the wind knocked out of me. She was still pressing hard against my sputtering member until the last contractions finally faded and, when she rose, just before she let her skirt slip back down to cover the evidence, I could see where my load had soaked through my jeans and left a spot on her lemon-colored underwear.

She stood and wheeled her massive body around, gazing down at my spent form with a satisfied smirk. “You seem to have had a bit of an accident, Mr. Waylon. In light of your problem I think it’s appropriate to dismiss you from detention early so you may attend to it. Have a pleasant afternoon.” I looked down and the spot was actually not quite as noticeable as you’d think; thankfully I was wearing dark jeans.

It was really just more uncomfortable than anything else. I had shot quite a healthy load and, as I walked down the hallway from her classroom in a daze, I was vaguely aware of the rapidly cooling sticky mess trickling down past my scrotum and lingering on my perineum.

I stopped off in the boys’ room but, as you might imagine, the mess was more or less impossible to clean up. I finally gave up on the inabsorbent institutional toilet paper they stocked in the stalls (it was just shredding and making an even bigger mess) and finally just stripped from the waist down and used my jockey shorts as a rag, wiping down my cock and balls and adjacent cracks and crevices. I remember wishing for warm soap and water but, even a half hour after the bell, there was no way I was leaving that bathroom stall naked and cum-covered. Instead, I stuffed the soiled jockeys into a pocket of my backpack and walked all the way home with my cock hanging loose, grazing the damp denim of my spunk-soaked jeans. It was uncomfortable as hell–but 100% worth it!

****This is a story about my fantasies with my algebra teacher, her name has been changed for obvious reasons, if you’re the real Mrs. Curts I hope you enjoy the story****

During my time in high school I learned a lot. I wasn’t a nerd, but I was a jock either. I had my fair share of girls, but one girl I couldn’t get enough of her. Her name was Mrs. Curts she was my algebra teacher in 9th grade. I had gone through four years dreaming of her. During my senior year she was still hot. She was about 5′ 7″ maybe shorter, had brown hair, and about a B cup. Her ass was big just the way I liked it. She had three kids so she was looking pretty good for three kids (twin girls and a boy).

I just turned 18 and it was my senior year. I often jerked off thinking about Mrs. Curts. My dick was pretty big, during my freshman year I figure it was about 7 inches long, and 2 inches wide. During my senior year I was about 10 inches long, and 3 and a half inches wide. I was about 5′ 8″ had black

I decided to bull shit my way through my senior year. So I took the minimum and as many classes with Mrs. Curts as I could. About half of my day was with her all after lunch. I was lucky enough to get in a AP class with her, and fortunately I was the only one! I slept most of my way through the day checking out the girls. After lunch I rushed my way to her room. When I got there she greeted me…

“Hi Dave”

“Hey Mrs. Curts, how was your summer?”

“Horrible! I got divorced!”

“Oh I can’t believe that!” I replied, but in my mind I cheered!

“Well maybe after school we could talk about it”

“Maybe” she replied.

A few more people came in I sat in the second row so I had a pretty good view. The person in front of me was pretty short too. Whenever she went to write on the board I stared at her big ass. I started to get a hard on. When she looked back to teach the class I swear she saw my hard on (who could miss my 10 inches?), I was sort of embarrassed. The next class was a bit bigger but no one sat in front of me, yes! She set her notebook of the class roster on the desk in front of me. She bent over to read the names off. Her dress top was very low cut, and I had the best view! I slowly looked down her blouse. I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra! My dick immediately shot up. I could see her soft boobs, and her hard nipples. I was wondering why they were so hard it was the beginning of the school year and was pretty hot. Maybe she was thinking about my hard on.

“DAVE!” Mrs. Curts raised her voice.

“Uh, huh?” escort güngören I didn’t know what was going on, did she see me staring at her tits?

“I called your name five times and you never answered!”

“Oh sorry” Whew relief blew over me.

The class finished up and finally the last period of the day. When it was just her and I.

“So Dave do you mind if we take a little break?”

“No not at all Mrs. Curts I’ve been working very hard these last couple of periods.”

“The hell you were Dave, I’ve been watching you getting hard ons and staring down my blouse. I know you want me Dave just admit it!”

I was very surprised at what was going on! I knew she might have seen me, but I never thought she’d say anything.

“Mrs. Curts calm down” I replied, as she sat down in her chair. I started to rub her shoulders…

“Mmm, that feels good Dave, keep going.” I continued to rub her shoulders, she moaned softly as I did this. I started to unbutton her blouse. I unbuttoned it and opened it up. Her tits were rock hard, I rubbed around her tits saving them. I noticed she had her hand under her skirt. I started to rub her nipples and pinch them. She squealed in delight. I turned the chair around and kneeled down. I circled her left tit with my tongue, she was moaning. I sucked on her left tits and kneaded her other with my right.

“Uhhhhhh, Dave eat me out!”

“And if I do what will I get?”

“Anything Dave Anything, mmmm” She managed to get that much out. So I hiked up her skirt to her waist, and pulled her soaked panties to her ankles. I started to kiss the insides of her legs they were starting to get a little chunky but still firm. I kissed her pussy and licked the outside.

“UGHHH YEAH DAVE!! GO INSIDE OF ME!!” She was screaming all ready and I barely did anything to her. She must haven’t gotten any sex for a long time since she did get divorced. I stuck my tongue inside of her and she squirmed she was pinching her tits and kneading her boobs the whole time.

“AHHH YEAH DAVE!! I’M GOING TO CUM!!” She screamed, I was a bit worried someone might hear us and walk in on us, but I continued.

“Mrs. Curts your pussy taste so good you whore, mmm I hope your girls taste this good!” I started talking dirty to her.

“AHHHHH FUCK I’M CUUUUUMMMINGGGG!! UUHHHHH!! DAAAAVE!!” Her cum squirted into my face I tried to suck up as much juices as I could

“MMM you taste so good Mrs. Curts” You could tell she was in complete pleasure, bayan escort just by the expression on her face.

“Dave, *gasp* that was so good.” She was heaving her chest was going up and down. By this time my dick was so fucking hard.

“Dave I want you to get me up the ass!” As she spoke she started to take off my pants, when she took off my boxers my dick sprang up, “WHOA! It’s huge Dave! It’s got to be at least twice as big as my ex!” With that I cleared her desk and ordered her to get on top of it on her hands and knees. She obeyed without a word. I rubbed my dick around her ass, I gave her ass hole a few licks so she wouldn’t feel too much pain, but with her tiny ass and my huge did it wouldn’t help.

“Dave I’ve never had it in my ass my husband refused, he said it was dirty.”

“Well your in for quite a treat then.” I replied. I slowly shoved my dick into her ass.

“AHHHHH DAVE IT’S TOO BIG, TAKE IT OUT!!”

“Heh, you little bitch you asked for it.” She started to plead with me.

“DAVE I CAN’T TAKE IT!! AHHHH!!” I managed to get it all 8 inches in. I started to pump hard, rubbing her ass in the process. I started to spank her big round ass.

“MMM DO YOU LIKE THAT BITCH? *SLAP!* “HUH?” *SLAP!*

“DAVE THAT HURTS!! AHHH!!” *SLAP!*

“TELL ME YOU LIKE IT YOU SLUT!!” *SLAP!*

“AHHH!! I LIKE IT DAVE KEEP FUCKING MY TIGHT ASS AND SPANK ME HARDER!!”

*SLAP!* “OKAY BITCH!”

“AHHHH!!” Mrs. Curts collapsed on her desk she was heaving trying to breathe. I chuckled.

“Heh couldn’t handle it?”

“*GASP* DAVE THAT WAS SO GOOD, but you didn’t shoot your load, I wanted it in my ass!”

“I was saving it, I want you to suck my dick you little bitch.” At that moment we noticed Mrs. Murfie in the corner of the room moaning with her shirt half unbuttoned with her hand on her boob, and one in her panties. “Mrs. Murfie!” Mrs. Curts and I were very surprised.

“Hey you two ’bout time you noticed me. I was walking by to leave, the bell rang, and I heard someone screaming I thought Mrs. Curts was in trouble but apparently she was having trouble in her ass!” Mrs. Murfie walked over to us, “You two got me so hot I had to fuck myself.” Now this was a dream to me! Two married teachers naked and I was going to fuck them both! She removed the rest of her clothes, she was the same height as me, her boobs were maybe a C cup with a thin waist and small ass. I removed my dick from Mrs. Curts’s ass I’m sure she was relieved. Mrs. Murfie climbed on top of the desk escort güneşli with Mrs. Curts she moved around and I laid on my back. They kneeled in front of me and started sucking me off!

“Ahhhh yeah you little bitches are good at sucking dicks you bitches.” It felt so good two women sucking and licking me at the same time. I was going to cum very soon. I got up on my knees.

“Mrs. Murfie I’m going to cum on your tits and Mrs. Curts your going to suck the cum off!” They both obeyed and got ready. Mrs Murfie started to jerk my cock with both hands.

“AHHH SHIT I’M CUMMING!!” I shot my load all over Mrs. Murfie’s tits and some onto her face. Mrs. Curts started to lick them and Mrs. Murfie started moaning.

“Ohhh yeah Mrs. Curts your such a dyke suck me off bitch!” Mrs. Murfie screamed. I got behind Mrs. Curts and started eating her ass. She finished off her tits and started lick off her face.

“Now that you dykes are done, I want you to rub your pussies together until you cum!” Of course they obeyed my commands and they started humping each other.

“OHHHH YEAHHH MRS. MURFIE!! YOUR PUSSY IS SO SOFT!!” I’M CUMMING!!” “MRS. CURTS YOU’RE SO HAIRY I LOVE IT!! AHHHH I’M CUMMING TOOO!!” I didn’t think it’d be that quick before they came. They squirted their juices all over each other, and collapsed on top of each other kissing and sucking each other.

“I’m drained Dave, I don’t think I can take anymore.” Mrs. Curts could barely talk.

“I’m pretty drained too Dave, I think I’ve had my share of sex today.” Mrs. Murfie was trying to weasel her way out of a little pain.

“Heh you little bitch Mrs. Murfie trying to get out of my huge dick fucking your pussy?” She smiled

“Well give it to me then.” She laid on her back and I mounted her. Mrs. Curts saw this opportunity and got on top of her face. I shoved my dick in as fast and hard as I could, I wanted Mrs. Murfie feel some pain.

“AHHHH DAMNIT DAVE!! IT’S HUGE!! AHHHH I’M CUMMING!!” WOW! I was so surprised she must have not gotten enough from her husband. She came! I decided to keep fucking her. Mrs Curts was moaning and playing with Mrs. Murfie’s tits. She all ready came all over her face. Mrs. Murfie screamed while she came 3 more times!!

“AHHHH DAVE!! SHOOT YOUR HOT LOAD INTO MY PUSSY!!” I couldn’t hold it any longer my dick was soaked in her pussy juices.

“I’M CUMMING!!” I shot my entire load into her pussy

“YESSS YESSSSSSS!! FUCK ME!!” Mrs. Murfie screamed. She finished Mrs. Curts off again and we managed to lick most of the cum off each other. We got dressed and said our goodbyes, and waited for next time.

****** Tell me what you thought of my story =) and if you girls who liked it want to be a little descriptive of what you did during the story I’d appreciate it, please e-mail me with your comments, or suggestions.******