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About the time that the gang arrived at Simon’s apartment, Katie was beginning to stir. It was pitch black in the hotel room; she could see nothing but could feel warm skin against her back. For a moment she assumed it was John, then remembered where she was and who she was in bed with.

Lying on her side, she pushed back gently and must have woken Steve. His hand moved on to her right hip and he pushed his body against her. As she felt the hair on his chest against her back, she was aware of his hand exploring up one side and then around to the front, on to her tummy and up to her breast. Her right nipple stiffened as he stroked it gently.

His mouth was by her ear; his soft English voice: “Morning, darling. “

“Hello, there. “

He kissed her ear and nibbled her ear lobe gently as he caressed her breast more eagerly. As his tongue and lips explored her lovely neck, she waited with anticipation. He was so close and she knew he would find it; she found her hand going down between her legs. Without him knowing, she traced her fingers over her pussy hair into position over her cunt. But she didn’t need to touch.

He found the spot, at the bottom of her neck, before the cleavage began. Her nerve ends jangled and her legs began to quiver. She forced her legs together to try to control her movements as her whole body stiffened. Steve now put both arms round her and squeezed both breasts. He could feel the pulsation of her body against him.

He wanted to be inside her when she came, so he rolled her on to her back, opened her legs and thrust in to her. Still tight but the events of the previous evening had loosened Kate just enough for him to slide all the way in on her juices. He felt and heard orgasms building up underneath him and around his dick.

“Oh, yes Steve. You’re getting bigger! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Oh fuck you, you horny bastard!”

Steve continued to move inside her until his arms got tired. He asked her to get on top. She straddled him enthusiastically; then stopped for a moment while she leant over to her handbag where she found her special vibrator. She used it most days and never left home without it and some spare batteries. It was quite thin and only about four inches but that was all she needed!

She handed it to Steve and told him to stick it in while she began to straddle again. He put it up to full volume and pushed it slowly up her arse, her movements and the juice from her cunt providing the force and lubrication sex necessary to get all the way up that tight little hole. Kate had never had two men at once but now she felt as if she was being taken from behind while she fucked Steve with her cunt and rubbed her clitoris hard with her hand. This could feel the three sensations melting into one enormous pulsating sexual thrill spreading out from her centre to her whole body in waves of electric ecstacy. All this in total darkness; all touches, feeling, smell and taste and total, total mind-blowing pleasure.

The night before had been a quick, urgent fuck. This was a long intense hour or more of lovemaking in the dark. Steve controlled his orgasm, but Kate didn’t! She came as she straddled, she came as he sucked between her legs, she came as he used the vibrator on her, and she came and came and came. Time stood still as they explored each other, each pleasure hole, each sensitive spot, each little smell and taste and fluid until they felt as if they had known each other all their lives.

When Steve eventually came, it was almost an anti-climax; the feeling in his balls, knowing that he was at the point of no return then the sudden eruption inside her. He made less noise and Kate hardly noticed except that he softened inside her and the area between her legs became even stickier. He kissed her on the lips very, very gently. “Thank you, darling. “

“And I thank you, you horny man!”

Then a deep sleep until the light came and they would know if they had the energy for more before, during or after breakfast.

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The women were better dressed for strip poker than the men – all those little things they wore; rings on every finger it seemed, bracelets, bangles and beads. Although the men were better at the game and didn’t lose so often, they were soon down to the basics. Freddy, the big muscular, not too bright, football player, was a show-off anyway. He was first down to his underwear and soon flaunting his body for the girls to admire and, it had to be said, the other two men to envy. His penis was soon set in a permanent hard which all five tried hard not to stare at.

Betty was enjoying it the most; the “college bicycle” she was called behind her back. She was a curvaceous blonde who left little to the imagination. It was rumoured that she had pleasured most of the class except Simon and several türk sikiş of the teaching staff; she was always staying behind for “special tuition. ” She was the second to be naked but then she wore less jewellery than the other girls and no bra or panties.

Claudia was the slowest. Susan had been surprised she had even agreed to come. Claudia was the most studious in the class and one of the quietest. She came from a strict church-going family who would have been horrified to know she had been drinking in a night club and with BOYS!! But she was a pretty little thing behind her thick glasses which she kept on even when she had to go down to her bra, slip and panties. Simon, Freddy and Paul were also pleasantly surprised at the fullness of her figure; at college she wore such loose clothes and so many of them!

When the rest were naked, Claudia still had her bra, panties and spectacles on. The others sat in different positions, Freddy laying back showing off next to Betty, Simon and Susan close together kissing occasionally and Paul nervous with his hands placed strategically over his lap.

“Come on Claudie, give us a strip tease, ” called out Freddy, never thinking she would.

What they had forgotten was that it had been Claudia who had pointed out what Simon and Susan had been doing on the dance floor. She had been even quieter since and kept having secret glances at Paul; she was the only one who had noticed that he was just as erect as Simon and Freddy but was trying not to be seen. He was by far the best looking man in the class, charming and popular but very shy.

Claudia frowned. “Put some music on then. ” She said. Simon went to the CD player and put on something slow and sexy.

They all sat transfixed as Claudia began to move to the music, swaying her hips and shoulders to the rhythm. She eased over towards Paul and started a special dance for him, as if he was the only one in the room. She continued to look serious as she gazed through her glasses into his deep brown eyes. She came right up to him and he leaned forward in the chair. She lowered her breasts right in front of his face, undid her sensible bra and slowly released each mound, showing large pink nipples firm and upright and large, soft white breasts. They fell forward into Paul’s smiling face, but she pushed him back into the chair and moved between his legs.

“Take them down, Paul. ”

He needed no second invitation to pull her white porno Türkçe altyazılı panties slowly down over her hips, the pubic hair springing out as the elastic passed it, and allowed them to fall to the ground. She had well rounded “child-bearing” hips and strong, very white thighs contrasting with the thick, black untrimmed bush.

The rest of them watched entranced, Freddy pulling on himself unashamedly while Betty readied herself to take him. Simon and Susan just watched in amazement as Claudia began to rub on her clitoris and finger fuck herself right in front of Simon’s face. He could see her open pussy through the dark hair, getting pinker and pinker and juicier and juicier. He tried to get closer to lick and taste her but eyes told him to stay back in the chair.

Then Claudia steadied herself, opened her legs and positioned herself over Paul. He put his hands out and pulled her towards him. As she eased on top, their bodies seemed to melt into each other, her wet pussy descending around his hard long cock. Her breasts against his chest, he removed her glasses before kissing her passionately. He could tell from the ease with which he entered her that Claudia was more experienced than anyone could have imagined. He had assumed she was a virgin, but this was no virgin with bouncing breasts in front of him and a tight pink very wet pussy milking him expertly. He helped her rhythm by putting his hands on her hips and moving his body with her for several minutes until she slowed, got off and went on her front on the carpet with her pussy wet and red, red and ready to be taken from behind.

But Freddy got there first; Paul was always too polite!! Claudia noticed a different feeling, something tighter, thicker and then longer inside her. Pure pleasure as Freddy fucked, hands on her hips, and then Paul came round to the front and offered himself to Claudia’s wide, sensuous, still very serious mouth. He could fell the power of Freddy transmitted through her body pushing her face up and down along his dick. They came simultaneously and Claudia felt herself being filled at both ends.

The other three had mirrored them, except that Susan was astride Simon’s dick and Betty was riding his face with her cunt. The women were facing each other kissing, caressing each other’s clitorises at the same time. This time the two women came together and it was Simon who enjoyed their spurting juices at both ends and immediately exploded up Susan for the second time tonight.

They all lay on the floor and began to laugh, even Claudia, until the tears run down their faces and mingled with all the juicy, sweet smelling fluids all over their naked bodies. Betty slowly went round them all one by one licking it all up with a huge wanton, sex smile all over her face.

“Tasty! Tasty!!”

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All the characters in this story are fictional and over 18. If anyone takes offense to this sort of writing, then please do not read it. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy, and if there’s enough demand, there will be a follow up. Email me for suggestions.

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Jason awoke one morning in his master bedroom, slowly stretching and getting up out of bed. He yawned a bit and pressed the intercom from his room to his new maid’s, Jennifer.

“Good morning Jennifer,” he said pleasantly to the microphone.

After a few seconds he heard her reply in a sultry tone,”Good morning sir, how may I be of service today?”

Jason smiled to himself thinking, This is going to be a fun day.

He replied,”I would like you to get me my usual breakfast…you know the one the pancakes and orange juice…and I would like for you to give me a nice body massage.”

“Yes sir.”

“Thank you, my dear,” he said smirking to himself as he released the button.

About ten minutes later, after Jason had finished his shower, he heard a knock on his master bedroom door.

“Come in!” He called out as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

The door opened up and Jennifer, his maid, came walking in with a tray of food on it. Jennifer, a sexy redhead with a beautiful figure along with her cute freckles, was wearing a french maid outfit, showing off her 36D breasts nicely, as well as showing off her long, slender legs with her bubbly ass. escort çapa Jason looked over her gorgeous figure and did a little whistle, making her face flush.

“Here’s your breakfast sir,” Jennifer said as she placed the tray down by his bedside table, and, looking back up to him said,”What else do you desire, sir?

Jason walked over to her with a grin on his face and reached down and squeezed Jennifer’s ass gently, making her jump up a bit and making her blush more.

“Sir, oh my…mmm…your hands are turning me on…”

“Mmm you have such a nice figure Jennifer…and this ass…it looks delicious…”Jason said in a low, husky voice as he then pinched her wonderful ass. Jason then reached around and cupped her left breast and slowly massaged it, pinching her hardening nipple through the fabric before giving her ass a playful smack, making her squeal with delight.

“Mmm sir, take me now,” She whispered invitingly as she reached down and felt his thick, hard eight incher through his towel. She turned her head and kissed him passionately on the lips as he squeezed her breast some more.

He slowly turned her around, their lips locked together, and with a sudden motion, ripped her dress right off of her, revealing her amazing nude body. He quickly glanced over her and noticed her pussy was shaved. He smiled and dropped his towel, with his cock on full display for Jennifer, whose istanbul eskort eyes widened considerably.

“Sir, it’s enormous,” she whispered as she got onto her knees and took hold of it with her hand,”I’ve never seen one so big before.

She quickly took it full inside her mouth and gently, with her expert tongue, worked his shaft slowly, bobbing her head up and down on it. He took hold of her hair with his hands, and gently pushed her further and deeper down his enormous cock. She gagged a little, but adjusted, and soon was deep throating him with no issue. Jennifer looked up at him with those big, beautiful blue eyes, her carnal urges longing for him as he glanced down, staring into her eyes.

He motioned for her to get up and she did, and he kissed her deeply and then pushed her roughly onto the bed, opening her smooth legs. He crawled on top of the bed and leaned down and placed his mouth by her pussy and teased her clit with his tongue. Jennifer moaned in delight, putting a hand on his head for him to pleasure her more, but Jason teasingly kept his distance, making her beg.

“Sir, please…sir…oh sir,” she moaned as he licked around her legs, deliberately avoiding her pussy. She moaned some more, hoping that he would finally release her from her torment.

Jason suddenly placed his mouth over her clit and sucked hard, sending waves of pleasure through her body as she screamed in ecstasy. escort fatih He then slid a finger up her soaked pussy, twisting it and fingering her hard as she started shuddering.

“Sir! Oh my gosh sir! I’m so close…oh almost,” she cried out.

He then licked down and dove his tongue deep inside her pussy, lapping wildly and hitting her g-spot over and over as she began to squirt.

“Sir I’m cumming!”

She squirted her juices into Jason’s waiting mouth as he lapped up her juices and then finally giving her pussy one final lick as she lay there, panting hard. She looked up at him smiling and panted,”Fuck me now!”

He need no further encouragement as he mounted her and slid his thick cock into her tight, soaked pussy. She cried out more as he thrust her hard and fast, his shaft going deep inside of her as they made love. She pulled his head down and furiously kissed him, frenching him as he pounded her pussy.

He soon stopped and turned her around. She looked behind her with her lust filled eyes locking onto his, as he inserted his cock into her pussy once more. She moaned in delight as he fucked her, and slapped her ass hard.

“Yes sir! Yes! Slap me harder!” She begged as he complied, making her cheeks turn red.

He felt he was close to finishing, and grunted,”I’m almost there Jennifer…”

“Yes sir, yes! Cum inside my pussy! Cum inside my slut hole! Oh yes!” She screamed as he then grunted loudly and released his load into her, squirt after squirt, until it was flowing freely from her pussy. He then collapsed on her, panting and sweating, and kissed her softly. She kissed him back and whispered,”Thank you sir.”

He looked at her, and with a devilish smile said,”I think we’re just getting started.”

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From behind my sunglasses, I watched Lesia’s arrival at Sandy’s pool party. I was mostly submerged in the cool pool water, taking things in and, as I watched her chatting with Sandy and a few other guests, I was reminded of how I’d had a crush on her four years ago when we’d been freshmen. She was tall with light brown hair that had been really long four years ago but that she currently wore very short. She also had very full lips. Although I probably didn’t harbor a crush on her after freshman year, I still found her attractive so she had my full attention. Because we’d had so many classes together through high school, we’d become friends, though we didn’t see each other very often outside of school. Now that we’d graduated and would be heading off to college, we’d certainly see each other even less frequently.

She set her things down near the pool and my attention was riveted when she started to remove the cover-up she was wearing. I hadn’t realized just how long her legs were as they were fully revealed but when the string bikini she was sporting was exposed, I was glad to be hidden behind my sunglasses while the cool water worked like a cold shower on parts of me that suddenly were feeling additional blood flow. I thought I caught a quick smile out of her before she set her cover-up with her other things as I continued to devour her body with my eyes. When she started to walk toward me along the edge of the pool, I figured she must have just recognized who was behind the dark glasses. I figured I was still safe leering at her as she approached.

Although she looked fucking fantastic in her bikini, her body wasn’t necessarily perfect and I’m sure that the years that have since passed may have affected my exact memory of it. Regardless, she had the long legs and decent sized breasts that were by no means bursting out of the top. I knew that I’d be on alert for a look at her ass, too, but I was expecting it to be quite nice, as well.

“Hi,” she said as she dipped a foot into the pool, “how’s the water?”

“It’s really nice, once you get in,” I replied, “I’d recommend some sunscreen first, though.”

“Oh my God!” she said, “I completely forgot. I’ll be right back.”

I almost moaned out loud when she turned and I got a look at her ass. I was seriously contemplating the feasibility of a summer romance before we went off to college just to get my hands on her ass, if nothing else. It definitely didn’t help when she bent over to retrieve her sunscreen or when she started to slather it on her body, especially up and down those long legs while leaning forward and allowing me a look at her cleavage. I thought it was just good luck that she had decided to face almost directly toward me as she applied her sunscreen, maybe because we’d just been talking, but I also thought that I’d done a good job of not letting her know that I was completely enthralled by her figure.

She came back over near where I was in the pool again, but with her sunscreen and a towel this time.

“I can’t reach my back,” she stated, “Can you help me out?”

Realizing that there were people all over the place with dry hands, I was aware that her asking me was an excellent sign. I dried my hands on her towel and she squeezed some sunscreen into them then turned and sat on the edge of the pool with her back toward me. I ogled her ass from just inches away before starting to caress her back, continuing to rub the lotion in even after it already was no longer visible. When I finally managed to quit, she turned and asked if I needed a reapplication anywhere.

“I could probably use some more on my shoulders and upper back,” I replied, “and maybe I’ll put a little bit more on my face.”

I relished the feel of her hands on my shoulders as I took care of my face and wondered if she’d likewise relished the feel of my hands on her. When she was done, I turned to face her again and she smiled at me then leaned closer and rubbed in some sunscreen that I’d apparently done a poor job with on my face. I was acutely aware of how close we were at the moment and was fairly certain that she was, too.

“Okay, I’m coming in,” she said after giving me a smile.

She didn’t jump right in, but walked back around to the steps while giving me another chance to admire her figure. I don’t think I did it consciously, konulu sex but I was moving from the deep end toward the steps as she reached them and started to descend. Again I appreciated the dark sunglasses as her nipples suddenly announced their presence by trying to pop right through her bikini top. I was trying very hard not to picture her without her bikini as she made her way into the deeper water and I made my way into the shallower water. It definitely made a difference when she was submerged up to her neck and we started to catch up on what we’d been up to since graduation, but there was unquestionably a very palpable chemistry between us.

We hung out a lot together during the course of the party and I was pretty aware of where she was when I wasn’t with her but I don’t think that anyone else was really aware that something was happening between us. After the sun had gone down and we were back in the pool up to our necks once again, I took her hand under the water at one point and we shared our first kiss.

“I was going to have a party at my house tonight because my family is out of town,” she started to tell me when we stopped kissing, “but I’m glad I accepted Sandy’s invitation instead.”

“So am I,” I assured her and kissed her again.

“There still remains the issue of me returning home to an empty house, however,” she continued after some thoroughly enjoyable kissing, “Would you be available to see me home safely and make sure there are no boogeymen?”

“Absolutely,” I replied with a smile, “though I do think we’re going to need to make sure that we get all of this sunscreen and chlorine off of our skin before we call it a night. We might need to assist each other with that.”

“Of course,” she said with a smile and suddenly we weren’t just kissing but were making out passionately.

We stuck around long enough to help Sandy clean up a bit then innocently just happened to leave at the same time. I followed Lesia back to her house and parked on the street once she’d pulled into her driveway. By the time I was heading up her driveway, she was waiting for me behind her car. I kissed her again in the dark there, my hands on her hips feeling the bows in her bikini bottom through the material of her cover-up.

“Do you want me to wait here in the dark until you can get inside and turn off the porch light?” I asked, concerned about her neighbors.

“No,” she replied defiantly, “I’m eighteen and I have no problem with parading you into my house right in front of anyone nosy enough to be spying on us.”

She took me by the hand and led me up to the back door where she kissed me again under the porch light before unlocking the door and letting us in. She turned off the porch light and locked the door behind us, then led me through the house and up the stairs. The bathroom was right at the top of the stairs and she led me directly into it then pulled the shower curtain aside.

“Don’t turn the shower on yet,” I requested and she turned back toward me. We started to make out and I raised her cover-up, pulling my mouth from hers as I pulled it up over her head. With that cast aside, I caressed her ass through her bikini bottom before bringing my hands up to her tits. Her nipples were hard, trying again to burst through the fabric, so I decided to free them and reached up to untie the bow at the back of her neck. Before her top could fall away, I also untied the bow at her back, then stepped back and slowly exposed her tits. They were nicely highlighted by tanlines from her bikini top and her nipples were thick and hard, surrounded by puckered areolas. I lowered my head to lick and suck one while I caressed the other with my hand. She ran her fingers through my hair as she moaned.

I alternated back and forth from one nipple to the other before starting to kiss my way down her ribs and across her abdomen. My hands ended up on her hips, so I started to untie the bows there simultaneously. I pulled my head back as her bikini bottom started to drop away and her trim, light brown bush was revealed. She leaned back against the sink and spread her legs a bit more as I ran my tongue up her slit and tasted her copious juices. She moaned and grabbed my head again while I licked her pussy and caressed the area surrounding it. I just wanted to taste her as much as I could at first, but gradually brought a hand around and slipped a finger into her. Her pussy was so snug yet so slippery that I could not wait to slip my cock into her, but I also wanted to make her cum first.

I started to lick and suck her clit while sliding my finger in and out of her as she continued to moan louder and longer. I glanced up beyond her perky tits and impossibly hard, thick nipples to her face, which wore an expression of raw passion. Her eyes were closed but she had a big grin on her face when it wasn’t contorted with pleasure. I was still feeling pretty incredulous at the way porno seyret this day had progressed, from first realizing how hot she looked in a bikini and progressing to having my face buried in her pussy as she loomed naked over me. I was surprised that I hadn’t exploded in my swim trunks already.

I sensed that she was getting close to cumming not only by the random twitches that her body was experiencing, but also by how her already tight and slippery pussy was becoming more engorged while being flooded with more lubrication. Her moans were also getting louder and she was practically gasping for breath by the time I had her right on the brink of cumming. She tensed up and seemed to hold her breath momentarily before letting out a cry as her body shook while she experienced a long, intense orgasm. I continued to finger and lick her for the entire time she was cumming and stopped only reluctantly once she’d released my head and her body relaxed. I sat back on my heels and admired her naked body as she recovered until she opened her eyes and smiled down at me.

“That was incredible,” she gasped before helping me to my feet, “but now it’s my turn.”

She kissed me as she worked on the drawstring of my swimsuit while turning me around so that I could lean against the sink. Once she had the drawstring undone, she dropped to her knees and I pulled off my shirt. She slowly worked my swim trunks down until my throbbing tool popped out in her face. She paused for a moment, staring at it, then yanked my trunks the rest of the way down and, while I stepped out of them, she took my cock in her hand and stroked it. She raised it while stroking it and started to lick my balls while I moaned. Her tongue then traveled up the underside of my tool and her full lips wrapped around my shaft. I moaned again as she slid her lips down my shaft and my cock was engulfed in her hot mouth.

She was no slouch when it came to cocksucking, not that I had very much experience at that point in my life. I do know that it was the best blowjob I could ever remember experiencing. I ran my fingers through her short hair and watched as her full lips slid up and down my tool while she pumped the base with one hand and fondled my balls with the other. I was so fired up after spending the day with her in her bikini then stripping off said bikini then licking her nipples and eating her pussy that I’d been stunned that I didn’t cum as soon as she’d touched my aching cock. Being able to enjoy her cocksucking for even a few minutes was an unexpected but greatly appreciated treat. However, it didn’t take very long from the time she first slid her lips down my tool before I felt an orgasm building.

I relished the pleasure that I was feeling as she sucked on my cock but didn’t try to hold out as my orgasm drew closer. I appreciated the enthusiasm with which she was sucking me off and was feeling pretty confident that I’d have the good fortune to experience her talents beyond that night. As my cock swelled even more in anticipation of cumming, I couldn’t resist moaning louder and, as I exploded into her mouth, the pleasure in my cry of relief was unmistakable. She continued to suck me off until I was completely spent then let my cock fall from her mouth as she looked up at me.

“You fucking rock!” I told her, which brought a big smile to her face. I helped her up and kissed her hard despite her cum breath simply because I so appreciated what she had just done for me. I couldn’t help but drop my hands to her ass as we made out and I felt her hard nipples against my chest.

“Shall we shower?” she asked once we finally broke apart and were just staring at each other goofily. She turned toward the shower to get it turned on once I’d nodded and I just stared at her ass as she bent over to adjust the water temperature. She got the shower turned on then turned and beckoned as she stepped in. I followed her and watched the water cascading over her tits and down toward her pussy as she wet herself down. When she was finished, we traded places and I wet myself down while she grabbed a bottle of shower gel. We each took two handfuls and started to lather each other up. There certainly was no sunscreen or chlorine remaining on our skin by the time we’d finished cleaning every square inch of each other’s bodies. I know that I was familiar with every nook and cranny of Lesia’s body by the time she was rinsing off the lather I’d created. Likewise, she’d not only gotten me abundantly clean but had my cock fully erect again by the time I was rinsing off.

She turned off the shower and grabbed a couple of towels so we could dry off before stepping out. We were both completely ready to go again by the time we were dry so she led me to her bedroom, leaving the towels and swimsuits behind. Her bed was pretty big, a full or a queen, and she had me climb up and lay in the middle of it while she sought out something in her nightstand. I watched her tits swinging türk sikiş as she leaned over, digging deeply into the back of one of the drawers, until she extracted a bag that was well folded over. From the bag, she extracted a box of condoms and tore it open. She pulled out the whole dozen and tossed one to me, looking a little sheepish.

“I think they were meant to be a gag gift for my eighteenth birthday a couple of weeks ago,” she explained, “I laughed along with everyone else, then hid them in there just in case. Now I’m really glad that I did.”

She dropped the rest of them onto her nightstand while I tore open the one she’d tossed to me and rolled it over my throbbing tool. She climbed up on the bed and straddled me, reaching for my latex-encased tool and guiding it to her pussy. She lowered herself slowly onto it as we both moaned. Her pussy was snug and hot and slippery all at the same time and I was soon fully embedded in it. She sat there for a moment as I once again admired her body before she started to slowly hump my cock. I reached up to caress her tits and brush my thumbs over her hard nipples as she rode me.

The bedside lamp was on so I was able to watch her face when I wasn’t admiring her tits and see the expressions of pleasure that were displayed there. Her eyes were closed but it was still clear that she was feeling a lot of pleasure as she rode my cock. Likewise, I was enjoying the feel of her hot, wet pussy as it slid up and down my tool even through the thin layer of latex. As she rode me harder and faster, she ended up leaning forward and bracing herself with a hand planted on each side of my head. As she rocked up and down on my tool, I was able to lick and suck her hard nipples again as her tits swung in front of my face. My hands gradually drifted down from her tits to caress her ass as it bounced up and down.

I could tell by the noises she was making and by how her pace kept increasing that she was in pursuit of another orgasm but knew that she was going to beat me to the punch. I was perfectly okay with just laying there enjoying the feel of her pussy on my cock, the feel of her ass in my hands and the feel of her nipples between my lips as she got closer and closer to cumming. It was good that we were in the house alone because the bed was squeaking like crazy and banging against the wall. I loved that Lesia was so enthusiastic in her fucking and knew that it boded well for our future encounters.

She slammed herself back hard and her body started to shake as she came while I watched the pleasure she was experiencing play out in her expression. My hands were on her hips and I could feel the gooseflesh break out as she sat there while her orgasm coursed through her. I was glad that I was able to provide her with so much pleasure since I was certainly appreciating the things that I was feeling thanks to her. She opened her eyes as she gasped for breath, then smiled down at me before leaning down to kiss me. I rolled her onto her back as we were making out and resumed fucking her, but much more slowly. Her arms were around me, holding me against her as I supported myself on my elbows.

While I thoroughly enjoyed the fiery passion we’d been sharing since arriving at her house, it was equally nice to make love slowly while holding each other close. I loved the feel of her skin against mine just as I loved the feel of her tongue in my mouth and the feel of my cock sliding in and out of her snug, slippery pussy. My goal was not necessarily to draw the pleasure out longer so much as to draw the experience out longer as I slowly fucked her. Naturally, however, the pleasure did continue to slowly build and I couldn’t help but pick up my pace the closer I was getting to cumming.

As I was thrusting harder with the building up of my orgasm, Lesia was raising her hips, which allowed me to penetrate her even deeper. The bed was squeaking and banging against the wall again as I fucked her good and hard right up to the point where I exploded into the reservoir tip of the condom. I continued thrusting with each pleasurable spurt until I was completely spent. I supported myself over her momentarily before slipping out and rolling off next to her.

“That was awesome,” she said, breathlessly, “I can’t believe I came again.”

“You did?” I asked, looking over at her. She smiled and nodded. I’d been so engrossed in my own pleasure that I didn’t even realize she’d had another orgasm at the same time. I reached over and caressed her face then caressed her tits again. She reached down and slipped the condom off my shrinking cock then wrapped it in some tissues from her nightstand and tossed it into the wastebasket.

“You should never play poker, by the way,” she said as she turned back to me.

“Really? Why?” I asked with bemusement.

“When you first saw me in my bikini,” she explained, “you actually mouthed ‘oh my God’ and I saw it. I was feeling a little bit self conscious about wearing it but you instantly gave me confidence…and made me a little bit horny because it was obvious that I was having an effect on you.”

“I didn’t even realize that I had done that,” I confessed, “and I thought I had been playing it so cool. I’m glad that my honest reaction betrayed me, though.”

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The fire was bright, but not as bright as Abigail’s eyes as she beheld this man. She wanted to be with him, to fully give herself to him. She knew him to be kind and gentle, caring and loving. And now, she realized she had the right to feel those things again. Ken would not have wanted her to wrap herself in cotton and grow old alone. He had such a zest for living, he would have wanted her to immerse herself in the most wonderful life imaginable.

Lying beside Cameron, these thoughts raced through Abby’s mind. She looked up at Cam’s strong face and saw her future there. This man would spend the rest of his life with her, making her happy and sharing everything.

She reached up with her hand, caressing his slightly rough face, wondering how it would feel against hers. He knew what she wanted and bent his head to hers, just placing his skin against her, breathing into her ear. At first, they were satisfied with small intimacies. Then, it wasn’t enough. She needed more. He wanted to give her more. They turned to each other, their mouths questing, seeking, searching. When their lips met, it was like coming home. His mouth covered hers, pulling her gently into him. His tongue reached out, tracing, probing, learning. She allowed herself to melt against him, to match his body inch for inch. She felt nourished by his mouth, fulfilled. The womanly ache he created was amazing. She felt her body coming alive from a long sleep, her dormant feelings resurfacing in full strength, a woman who knew what she wanted and where to find it.

Neither was aware of the clothing disappearing. They began fully dressed in the warm apparel, flannel and demin and thick socks. Then they were together, skin on skin, only undergarments separating their eager flesh.

Cam stopped kissing her long enough to ask just once more. “Is this what you want, Abigail? We can wait, we can go slow, we can take forever if you want. I have waited for you my whole life, and I can wait longer. It is you who is important to me, and what you want is everything.”

Abigail looked into his sweet face, the face she had come to love so much. In reply, she slipped her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. The fabric loosened. She shrugged slightly and her full breasts were free, the nipples taut in the cool air. Moving closer, she pressed herself against his slightly hairy chest, reveling in the feel of a man’s flesh touching her again. Her head settled on his shoulder, his hands caressed her bare back, marking her with his wandering fingers.

Body escort bağcılar to body, skin to skin, now they were separated only by panties and briefs. She could feel his need and desire. Her own appetites, so long asleep, were roaring to life. She felt the special ache between her legs that meant she was alive. They moved together, rolling back and forth, searching for the closeness they both needed. Hands explored, mouths attacked, legs were wrapped, pulling them into a tight unit of longing.

Then they were naked. All obstacles were removed, they were able to press the needy flesh together, creating warmth and beginning their life together.

Cam pushed her shoulders into the pillow, leaning over her, marveling at her body in the glowing firelight. Her first inclination was to cover herself, prevent Cameron from seeing her imperfections. But he wanted it all. The first of which was the sight of his love. Her skin was burnished, velvety. His eyes traveled down her body, enjoying the special beauty that was Abigail. Her breasts were full, lush. Tipped with cherry pink nipples, they invited his mouth to a feast. He was tempted, but waited, wanting to see it all.

His eyes traveled over her body, already knowing what making love with Abby would be like. He saw her slightly rounded tummy, her dark, thick curlies, her delicate feet. Altogether, the sight of Abby was delicious. He leaned over her, kissing her again, waiting until he felt her relax against his mouth, then he began the most important journey of his life. He kissed her neck, perfumed with vanilla. He wanted her to lie back and enjoy, but it had been too long and she wanted him too much. As he kissed, she did too. Their mouths busily seeking flesh to kiss, lick, taste. She shyly echoed his movements, wanting to be an equal in the lovemaking. Until his lips found her breasts.

Ah, her breath caught and she stilled completely. He circled the flesh, molding her with his mouth. He lingered in the valley between her breasts, licking the spot and making her throb. His mouth caressed the soft sloping sides, his tongue traced the tender undersides of that most delicate flesh. The wonder of his warm mouth covering her nipple was overwhelming. He licked, sucked, nipped, pulled the pinkness deep into his hot mouth, covering her completely. She felt the pull of his nursing mouth down to her very center and she cried out with passion. Her back arched to meet him, her hand reaching for the forgotten istanbul eskort nipple, pulling and twisting it with her fingers. He pushed her hand away with his cheek and began moving his head back and forth, nursing and fondling each in turn, small moans of satisfaction filling the air. He wanted to stay at her breasts forever, feeling the roughness of the tiny buds in his mouth, knowing the pleasure he was giving her. But he had so much more to taste and touch.

He slid down her body, his slightly scratchy beard tickling her with erotic delight. She moved against him, held his head with her fingers, called his named and prayed he wouldn’t stop. Her legs fell open, presenting to him the center of her passion. Now he stopped, inhaling, for the first time, the scent of the woman he loved. She was so aroused, so ready, so ripe for him. He pressed his cheek against her, feeling the soft lushness of her curls. His hand slid up her thigh, feeling the satin skin and the heat. Cam turned his head, his mouth seeking her swollen slit. Ah, her pink flesh peeked out, ready for him, wanting him. He covered that slit with his mouth, french-kissing her. His tongue slid along the opening, feeling the wetness, the incredible smoothness of her inner self. Up and down, deeper and deeper he delved, finding the internal landmarks of his lover. Now he found her clit, tiny and hard, and felt her body tremble as he licked it slowly. Then he found the entrance to her pussy, thrusting his tongue as deeply as he could, feeling the way her flesh caressed his tongue, molding to it. His face was wet with her juices, his mouth continued the search, wanting to learn it all, wanting to pleasure her. He focused on her clit, circling, flicking, sucking lightly. Cam delighted in the moans he could hear, the way Abby’s fingers raked his skull, the dance of her hips against his face. He wanted to stay buried in her warmth forever, but even now could feel her tightening, her legs clamped around his head. Her fingers held his hair, his face, tightly in place. Then, she exploded. He felt her shudders of passion, heard her screams of pleasure, heard for the first time the way she said his name when drugged with desire. He didn’t move, but rode with her orgasm, touching her lightly with his tongue now, barely caressing her. Finally, she stilled, releasing her hold on his hair. He lifted his wet face, grinning at her, pleased with himself and with Abby. He slid up her now sated body, noted the pleasant flush covering her chest, her escort güngören hardened nipples, her drooping eyelids.

Kissing her deeply, he positioned himself between her legs, his cock throbbing with need and heat. Abby lifted her hips, wrapping her short legs around his waist, bringing the wet head of his cock against her damp curls. She reached down and caressed him, held him against her swollen slit, rubbing her body with the velvety head, adding to her moisture. Cam looked down and saw her hand, wrapped around his manhood and almost lost control. It was incredibly erotic, watching her use his cock for her own pleasure. Slowly, the head of his cock disappeared into her pussy. He watched with fascination as she slid him up and down her ready body, burying him deeper and deeper. Finally, with one thrust of her hips, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist, she pulled him completely into her needy pinkness. He slipped inside, sheathed by her smooth flesh, completely fitting into the center of his love.

Her eyes met his. “This is more than I ever expected, Cameron. You and I. You and I. I knew we could be the best of friends, the closest of companions. But this is so much more. Sharing myself with you seems so right. You fill me, complete me, match me. I love you, Cam.”

Hearing the words, hearing Abby say she loved him, pushed Cameron over the edge. He gripped her thighs, pulling her even closer to him, making it impossible to tell which one was which, and began the ancient dance of love. He thrust into her, finding her warm depths and fitting them, his cock hot and hard inside her, marking her as his own. Over and over, his hips met hers, his fingers making bruises on her tender thighs as he held her tightly. He looked into her face in the firelight, seeing the reflection of his need and desire. “I love you, Abigail. I suppose I have for awhile. You give me what I have been searching for, love, companionship, peace. I love you, my dearest woman. Thank you for being you and loving me.”

His breathing became ragged and the words stopped. He felt his balls tighten and knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He looked into Abby’s eyes once again, seeing only love and desire there. He felt the explosion begin, his cock thrusting deeper and faster, his come filling her depths with heat. He cried out her name as he reached his climax. She continued her ride, slower now, just wanting to milk his cock for his pleasure. As his thrusts subsided, he lowered her hips to the carpet, moving along, staying joined at the hips, lying above her, cradling her in his arms. They kissed long and deeply, repeating the words of love they both felt.

Lying together, the fire dying down, they re-affirmed their love for each other, knowing it was the first day of their life together.

The kiss had changed everything.

THE END.

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(I once heard a story from the friend of a friend and can’t verify its authenticity, but it sounds like it can be true. I have the story on audiotape, so I will write it down and let you be the judge.)

*****

The lights flickered, casting shadows along the wall.

I yawned, watching my large black breasts raise higher as I stretched my arms.

I was naked? How could that possibly be?

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself. And then it dawned on me. What if there was someone else in the room with me?

I covered my exposed breasts with my hands then scoured my bedroom for possible male party goers leftover from last night’s Halloween festivities.

A lone male slept naked over in the corner, snoring quietly. A sharper more observant glance told me that his body was elevated by the young lady passed out underneath him. She was partially naked, and still in possession of her pulled up pants. Obviously her would be lover had passed out before he’d had a chance to score.

I scanned the room further, and caught sight of my best friend Cheryl, sitting in the corner, her knees tucked up into her large white breasts. Like me, she was topless, but at least she still had on her skirt. I was butt naked.

She too was also out cold, snoring up a storm, no doubt from all the drinking I remembered her doing the night before.

A glance at the wall clock made me wince. Seven-thirty in the morning? My parents would be home by noon.

“Damn!” I spat the word out as though it were to be my very last, a vocalized spurt of distain over the fact I had foolishly allowed the party to get out of hand at my parent’s mansion. I had also foolishly allowed some of the guys to bring bottles of liquor in, and had idly stood by as they spiked the punch bowls and passed out joints of chemically soaked pot.

The air was still thick with the stench of cigs and mind altering doobies.

I had promised my parents there would be no smoking and no drinking if they would only allow me to have the Halloween party at their house, only I had seriously fucked up, allowing both drinking and smoking. I had assumed wrongfully that I could handle the supervising of tipsy, high flying college students. Instead, I had made the classic mistake of getting drunk myself, and of smoking some wicked pot that was ten times as powerful as the more milder weed I was used to smoking once in a blue moon. Only the moon wasn’t blue tonight, it was a bright white, and shimmering through the windows to illuminate my senseless folly. I now sighed in fear. The furniture in my parents mansion was expensive and custom made. I began to tremble, and think, ‘God help me if any of their stuff is burnt or stained.’

Still, the pangs of curiosity began to play around at the edges of my mind. Why was I naked? Surely I hadn’t…hadn’t…I turned away the thought, and was unwilling to look down at my virgin pussy for clarification.

I could now feel that something rubbery and wet was laying on my stomach. A used condom? Surely not! I was too afraid to look! I wondered apprehensively if it might indeed be the unthinkable. If it was, then it probably meant some guy had taken advantage of my co-operating drunken, stoned state, then had sex with me and then yanked off the condom after he’d had his fun, and laid it across my tummy as his calling card.

I was supposed to be saving myself for marriage because that was what good little nineteen year old Christian virgin girls did, save themselves for Mr. Right. Only if it was a tell-tale used condom laying on my tummy, then it surely meant that my virgin days had come to an abrupt screeching halt.

I began to panic, thinking ‘should I look, or shouldn’t I look?’

I sighed and looked down.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” The words just sort of tumbled out of my mouth like bricks from a demolished building.

It was indeed a condom, and even scarier still, it was wet and it stank. Obviously it was filled with ripening baby making batter, but at least it was contained and harmless tucked away in the rubber reservoir, or was it?

Why was some of the sperm sitting in drops on my tummy?

I picked up the condom and examined it further.

My sharp little brown eyes suddenly picked up the glare of a flickering broken lamp and gazed in horror at the condom. It was split down the middle starting from the reservoir tip going all the way down to the rubber ring.

I sat up and looked next between my legs. There were red splotches on my thighs and a large speck of red on the sheet by my thigh. Blood! No doubt virgin blood splatter from a broken hymen! But there was something else, the drying pool of potent semen oozing from my pussy.

“Oh fuck!” I spat out angrily. Had I been that damn drunk and high on pot that I’d actually spread my virgin legs open wide for some equally drunken moron? But which drunken moron? I had invited over ten guys to the party, and some of them had brought friends. Everyone wore masks and costumes. Would I even know who the culprit was, porno even if I could remember some masked acquaintance humping me?

I heard the sound of a voice from across the room.

I panicked. In my haste to examine my pussy and the broken condom, I had forgotten that I wasn’t alone.

My girlfriend Cheryl was muttering to herself as she began emerging from her slumber.

I glanced at the man, laying on his partially clothed date. She too was beginning to come to.

I found my blouse and skirt strewn on the floor and bent over to pick them up. Then I hastily whipped them on.

My pussy felt a little sore as I rose to my feet. More cum dripped out of me.

Obviously, the guy that had humped me senseless, had been doing it for most of the night, filling me up like some damn hose! But after he’d had his fun, he’d vanished away, leaving no trace of who it was that had actually done the honors of deflowering me.

The phone rang. My blood ran cold. My parents perhaps? Calling to let me know they’d be home a little bit early perhaps?

I checked the number. “Shit.”

“Hi mom.”

You didn’t answer the house phone or your cell all night long.”

“Sorry mom. The music was a little loud, and…no, there wasn’t any alcohol or drugs here. No, no hanky panky either. Don’t be silly mom, just a few guests from the brethren at church. No, not my college buddies. Why would I lie about something like that? No, the house is fine. No, nobody smoked. Right, your plane’s late and you’ll be home at five this afternoon? Very good. See you then mom.”

I sighed as I cradled the phone back on the wall. I had been granted a five hour reprieve. It was no longer to be noon, but rather five in the afternoon. That suited me just fine.

“What did your mom say?”

I jumped about ten feet in the air. “Shit Cheryl, don’t you ever do that, creeping up on me like that. You’ll give me a stroke!”

I now recognized the guy stumbling to his feet as Arnold Webber, the back up quarterback on my college football team. I hadn’t invited him, so it was certain he had found out about the party and just decided to stop on by uninvited.

His cock was still fully erect as he stood, making me blush.

“Put some clothes on will you, and then leave.”

“You’re not making us breakfast first?”

I stared at him incredulously. “Who is ‘us,’ you and your moron friends that decided to invite yourselves? As for breakfast? What are you, brain dead? You weren’t even supposed to stay past midnight.”

“Okay, no need to get sore. Just asking is all.”

He whipped on his briefs, pants and then snatched up his shirt as he moved for the door. It then dawned on me that he might have seen whoever it was that had been putting the wood to me the night before. If I were to fall victim to a possible pregnancy, it might come in handy knowing who the hell to blame. Telling your parents you were knocked up was one thing, but being unable to tell them who the father was, well that would be absolutely nuts.

“Arnie, wait. Do you remember who I was with last night?”

He shook his head and then scratched it. “Don’t you know?”

My anger was beginning to really build. “Can’t you just answer my fucking question?”

He glared at me indignantly. “I thought you Christian girls didn’t swear?”

“I’ll do more than that if you don’t answer my question.”

He sighed and pursed his lips, deep in thought. Finally he threw his arms up into the air. “I was drunk, and then all I remember is taking a couple of puffs on that joint and I was really flying. Never tried pot so powerful or mind altering before. I didn’t know who I was or what I was doing. Sorry, I didn’t see who you were with or what you ended up doing with him.”

“Same here,” I shrugged, equally sore at myself for inhaling that damn nightmarish pot.

Debbie Maxwell suddenly got up. She had been underneath him. Her face turned beet red at the realization her floppy boobs were just dangling out in mid-air. In a panic she glanced down at her blue jeans. They were still on her body. “Oh thank God, for a minute there I was afraid I’d actually let Arnie here bonk me.”

“You wish,” he spat out in retaliation.

“Do you know who I was with?” I asked Debbie, panicking at the thought I might never find out who I had stripped down naked for.

Debbie made up a face, deep in thought. “Naww, I passed out early, just after the first toke of that damn powerful pot, and…and…wait a minute, I remember, it was a fellow with rabbit ears. Dressed up like bugs bunny I think.”

“I don’t remember any rabbit,” Cheryl said softly, rubbing her head.

“Wait a minute,” Arnie shouted, snapping his fingers as the word rabbit now jogged his memory. “That’s right, Bugs Bunny! Someone dressed as a rabbit. Debbie’s right. I remember now, He was grunting and really going at you, but he never took off his mask or his costume before I fell asleep, so I can’t tell you more than that.”

I nodded Aile İçi Porno appreciatively. At least that was something. Still, I was loathe to fear the worst. Why fret over being pregnant when in all probability I wasn’t knocked up at all. Besides, it was only my first and only time having sex. The chances and odds therefore were in my favor that I was baby free. Still I knew I had better be right. My Christian faith didn’t allow for abortion, and to be pregnant and not married at the Christian church I attended, would be bringing real shame to not only me but my entire family. I just hung my head and hoped and prayed that Mr. Rabbit had been firing blanks last night.

“You okay?”

Cheryl’s voice caused me to turn away from Arnie, who, along with Debbie, had begun slipping out of the room. There was not going to be any breakfast, and therefore no reason to stay at my home any longer.

“I’m glad you’re still here, Cheryl. You can help me clean this mess up.”

“Sure, be happy to help. You really had a guy take your virginity last night?”

“It really did happen, and I’ve got the broken hymen and virgin blood spatters to prove it.”

“He at least wore a condom, I hope?”

“Yeah, but the condom broke.”

“What??!!”

“My sentiments exactly. I had damn well better not be in the family way, or else all hell is going to break loose. I spent my whole life abstaining from sex, and saving myself for marriage, but just because of some serious mind bending pot, I temporarily went off the deep end.”

“Don’t feel bad. It wasn’t you alone. Talk is that the weed was soaked in some powerful LSD. Everyone got their minds messed up by it.”

“Yeah, well I’m not responsible for everyone. Just me. Damn! How could I have been so damn stupid to start drinking in the first place? Now I know why they make the legal drinking age twenty-one, so that nineteen year old morons like me won’t be tempted to mix booze with pot and end up spreading their virgin legs for some giant rabbit.”

“Tell you what,” Cheryl said. “Why don’t you forget all about it, and let me make the inquiries, maybe somebody will remember who came in the rabbit costume.”

“Unless they are still here?” I whispered, now deep in thought. “Why not? If Arnie and Debbie were still hanging about, maybe half the guests are still hanging about, sleeping it off on couches or in other rooms. The mysterious Mr. Rabbit might be one of them.”

“A distinct possibility, although more than likely, if he were going to stay, he would still be in this room.”

“Let’s go check.”

We stepped out of the bedroom, and Cheryl almost tripped on an empty beer can.

I rolled my eyes at the stupidity of it all. In addition to sneaking bottles of vodka in, the dweebs had smuggled in beer as well. I sighed in frustration, hoping my parents expensive furniture wasn’t soaked in it.

The hallway was a haze of leftover smoke, and the lingering scent of powerful pot still hung like a shroud. As we reached the bottom of the winding oak staircase, the realization sunk in that I was going to have to expunge the odor, or face angry Christian parents who were smart enough to know that ordinary cigarette smoke smelt a whole lot different.

“Cheryl, could you please help me out and go around opening windows throughout the house? We have to get rid of that stench. I’ll look for Mr. Rabbit myself.”

“Fine,” she agreed. “I’ll start with the kitchen walk out screen doors, then the living room bay windows, then make my way back upstairs.”

I was horrified at the deplorable mess strewn on the expensive cherry wood floor boards.

I grabbed an empty garbage bag out of the cupboard and began to drag it along the floor, scooping up empty pizza boxes, pop cans, more beer cans, and the odd cigarette butt here and there that had not, thankfully, burnt the furniture. There was one burn mark on the floor from where some moron had squished a lit butt with their foot, but a slight adjustment in the placement of the couch, covered the monstrosity.

A trip to the bathroom found two discarded condoms sitting in the trash, I fished them out, knowing that was probably the first place my church going momma was going to look.

Apart from Debbie and Arnold that had been holed up in my room, there was no one else lingering from the Halloween party, especially not the elusive and troublesome Mr. Rabbit.

I was suddenly weak in the knees. Giving up my virginity to some masked dweeb who must have known that their condom broke but who didn’t have the courtesy to at least give me a heads up and let me know who he was in case the unthinkable did happen.

“Oh shit,” I muttered, slipping my backside down on the arm rest of a leather recliner. “What if?”

What if??!! The two words rattled around my brain like some pulled hand grenade pin, waiting for the end of the world should the unthinkable ever happen.

Good little Christian girls weren’t supposed to behave like sluts, amatör sikiş and if they did, they were at least supposed to cover their tracks and not bring shame upon the entire church they attended. And they were most certainly not supposed to break their parent’s God fearing hearts with a swelling belly.

I pursed my lips at the thought as Cheryl began walking towards me, her smile indicating she had completed her mission to help air out the place.

“Why so glum?” she asked me. “The place aint that bad. Now that you’ve picked up the scattered trash, it almost looks untouched, but the kitchen is a different story. A few of them must have been raiding the fridge, and that giant Halloween cake you bought even somehow made it to the walls. We’ll have to scrub in there pretty good.

“Drying cake I can handle,” I whispered. “Swelling bellies I cannot.”

“Is that why you look so down?” she asked, tossing her pretty blond hair to the side and letting it dangle sensually as though she were unfurling some kind of sexy flag. Her hand rested on my shoulder and she had that weird look in her pretty blue eyes again.

“What you need to soothe and relax you is a nice oily massage.”

Cheryl’s words made me cringe. Whenever the massage topic would arise, then I could be certain she was getting horny. Being an admitted bi-sexual lady might be okay for her, but for a church going member like myself, tested the female on female waters would be the equivalent of setting myself on fire. People in my Christian faith were intolerant of Lesbians or Gays, and the only thing that saved me from being lambasted as Cheryl’s best friend, was the fact that her sex cravings were the world’s best kept secret. I had always resisted the urge to experiment sexually with her, although that didn’t mean her words and pleas to let her touch me didn’t turn me on.

Still, I wasn’t too concerned that I occasionally did have some cravings to walk on the wild side with her. Most women, if they were honest, would admit that at least once or twice in their lifetimes, they did wonder about what it might be like to get naked with another woman. The thought was intriguing, but my biggest concern with allowing it was that I was afraid I might actually enjoy it, and end up making love in a variety of unnatural ways to Cheryl on a weekly or even daily basis. Such a scenario might mess with my heart and mind, causing me to turn lesbian. There was just no way I was ever going to allow that to happen.

I gently brushed her hand with the long sexy red nails off my shoulder.

“Don’t, Cheryl,” I begged in a deathly whisper. “It’s not that I wouldn’t enjoy being with you in that way, but if I do get started, where would it end? I teach a Sunday School class, and sing on the choir, not to mention that I am vice-president of the young people’s department. My dad is a church elder and my mother sits as a voting member of the executive board. If I did ever develop Lesbian tendencies, then where would it all end? The church would eventually find out and then would kick me out of everything I do, then disfellowship me completely. My parents would boot me out of the house, withdraw my college funds and disown me, and then where would I be?”

“No one would have to know,” she said, her eyes glimmering and her hand running over top of my blouse, brushing onto the generous cleavage that was still showing.

My pulse began to quicken and my worried mind began to go frantic. I gently brushed her hand away again.

“I said don’t. How can you even suggest I start up sexually experimenting with you when I just spent the night getting filled with baby making sperm by some disappearing moron in a rabbit suit? Please, I know we’re best friends, but that is in spite of you being bi-sexual, not because you are bi-sexual.”

“You don’t have to worry about searching for Mr. Rabbit,” she said, her eyes ablaze with desire and her dazzling white teeth nibbling on her pretty bottom lip. Being so drop dead gorgeous meant that guys were coming on to her all the time. She did have a token boyfriend she saw once a week for purely innocent dates, like having pizza or going to the movies. He had no idea she preferred women. She was only using him as a cover to throw off the scent of gossipers and busybodies who had a definite knack of uncovering such salacious information.

Her words concerning the missing rabbit made no sense. “Why shouldn’t I have to worry about finding Mr. Rabbit? Do you have any idea how much hell and shit will hit the fan if I am pregnant? And how damning would it sound to the community if I were to admit that I didn’t even know who the father was?”

“If there is a baby, then the father would be me,” Cheryl whispered, a tear suddenly dribbling down her sweetly sculpted cheek.

“What?”

More tears began to flow. “My name wasn’t always Cheryl. Five years ago, before I joined this community, my name was Charlie. I was born a male, but I always viewed myself as being a woman trapped in a man’s body. I have been undergoing hormone replacement therapy for the last eight years, since I was thirteen, and I have been successfully changing the balance of sex hormones in my body to the point where I now consider myself to be all woman, except that I haven’t done the final surgery yet. I’m still not sure if I want to.”

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My name is Duke Brownstone, and I am young black man living in rural Texas. I’m originally from the city of Boston, but I like rural Texas just fine. It’s quite different, you know. To be surrounded by old farms and tons of wilderness is a refreshing change from the fast-paced and loud world of the big city. What brings a young black urbanite like myself to rural America? College, of course. Des College is my new home. I didn’t think I’d like it, but I ended up loving it. It’s become home away from home for me. What can I say? I’ve grown accustomed to its face.

Des College is a small private school sitting in a valley near a river, surrounded by wilderness. Nearby, there’s a small town called Des. It’s got a population of around twenty thousand people. It’s really small and backwards. There’s one hospital, a sheriff’s department, a small chain of stores, a movie theater and a few local businesses. The rest is farming country. They’re all farmers down here. Des College is home to a student body of five thousand students. It’s surprisingly diverse racially. Also, it’s evenly divided between male and female students. Also, it’s a pretty fun place. These country people are a simple folk. They take great pride in the local college’s sports teams. The Des College sports teams are known as the Des College Raging Lynxes. Don’t ask.

Des College currently offers Men’s Intercollegiate Archery, Basketball, Baseball, Cross Country, Bowling, Rowing, Swimming, Soccer, Gymnastics, Wrestling, Track, Volleyball, Rifle, Football, Badminton, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Golf, Tennis and Rugby. They also offer Women’s Intercollegiate Archery, Basketball, Field Hockey, Softball, Cross Country, Swimming, Bowling, Rowing, Soccer, Gymnastics, Wrestling, Track, Volleyball, Rifle, Equestrian, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Golf, Tennis and Rugby. This school had a strong tradition of athletic dedication and I respected that. I just wished there were more black students around. One hundred and eighty black men attended the college, eighty percent of them were on the Men’s Football and Basketball teams. There were two hundred and ten black women on campus, and most of them were on the Women’s Basketball and Cross Country teams. Yeah, at Des College, the black students were either athletes, academic luminaries or they weren’t there at all. Isn’t that just peachy? Things weren’t ideal, but I try to keep busy.

My first day at Des College, right after moving into the men’s dormitories, I walked up to the football stadium where the men were practicing. I was a walk-on tryout. I’ve played football ever since I was young, so it came easy to me. Pop Warner taught me a lot, after all. I was also a running back on the football team at The General Grant Academy For Boys, a private boarding school near Boston. I made the team. I was a lineman instead of a running back. That’s cool because I’ve got the build and talent to excel at both of these positions. I stand six feet three inches tall and weigh exactly two hundred and forty pounds. I’ve worked out extensively since my youth and at nineteen years old, I was in prime shape. I joined the Des taksim bayan escort College football team. We were a Division Three college football team with a hundred-year history of excellence. That was a lot to live up to. Practice was murder, but I got through it. Between playing football and taking five classes my first semester, college life was threatening to burn me out. Luckily, I found some way to relax.

One of my professors really helped in that area. This dame was really hot. Lisa Rivers Coleman was her name. She was a Criminology professor. Married to James Coleman, some guy who was the Dean of Student Affairs, with brats to boot. Oh, well. I guess she kept coming onto me because I gave her something she couldn’t get anywhere else. This dame boasted of impressive natural assets. A six-foot, pretty-faced, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Latin woman with short black hair and pale brown eyes. We had a lot of fun together. She’d come to my dorm and we’d have some fun together. This thick older woman really knew how to work her stuff. We hooked up all the time. Let me tell you about one of our steamiest hookups ever.

I was coming back to my dorm after a grueling afternoon of football practice. Guess who I found waiting for? Now, I was pleasantly surprised when I found this big beautiful woman in my bedroom, wearing nothing but a black bra and matching panties. Her thick, sexy body looked frigging gorgeous like that. I smiled, and nodded. In case you haven’t guessed it by now, I like them thick. Always have and always will. Many brothers will agree with me on that one. Thick women do it better. Who wants to hold onto a sack of bones anyway? Aside from those modeling dudes, nobody! I looked at Lisa, smiled and gestured for her to come to me. Lisa grinned, and shook her head. Apparently, she wanted me to come to her. That’s cool. Whatever, you know? I smiled and walked up to her. I looked her up and down. Damn, she looked even hotter up close. I put my hands on that plump ass of hers and gave it a good squeeze. Damn, she had a hot bubble butt, just the way I liked them.

Lisa pulled me to her and kissed me. We played tongue twister for a minute, while I ran my hands all over that curvaceous body of hers. I also felt up her large, firm breasts. But mostly I focused on that beautiful booty of hers. I like a big woman with a big butt. That’s always been my primary sexual interest and it’s not going to change anytime soon. Grinning, Lisa playfully pushed me. I laughed and gave her a good shove, sending her tumbling on the bed. Lisa laughed, and rolled around on the bed. When she stopped, she was on all fours. She shook her plump booty at me. I felt my cock harden like steel in my pants. Damn! I had to get that booty if it was the last thing I did. I unzipped my pants, and threw off my shirt. Lisa laughed, and gestured for me to come to her. I leapt onto the bed, joining her. We rolled around on the king-sized bed, playfully wrestling. Damn, I liked feeling her firm, fleshy body on top of me, underneath me, wherever.

I finally topkapı bayan escort had her pinned, and she looked up at me. I looked into her eyes. Without a word being spoken, I knew exactly what she wanted. Truth be told, I wanted to stick my cock into her right then and there. However, getting my professor pregnant might seriously affect my college plans, not to mention my life. I told her to wait up. she looked at me, wide-eyed. I gave her a reassuring smile as I reached into a drawer and pulled out some condoms. I stopped buying Trojans after that infamous commercial of theirs. Nowadays, I used Durex. I tore off the plastic and took it out. I placed the condom on my dick. Now, some dudes will lie to you and tell you they’ve got twelve inches or more. Not me. I’ve got nine inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black cock with balls the size of apples. And I am proud. Above all else, I know how to use it. Just ask any female I’ve been with.

First things first, though. I liked to inspect and explore the terrain before marching across it to do battle. So, I spread Lisa’s plump thighs and took at her pussy. Lisa was a natural woman. She didn’t bother shaving. Oh, and while other women used vaginal deodorant, this female flaunted her own aroma. She kept it clean, though, which I was grateful for. I spread her pussy lips and began licking away. I licked her clit and fingered her pussy. Lisa shuddered and guided my actions as I pleasured her. I was pretty good at eating pussy. Over the years, I’ve licked and fucked them all. Black pussy, white pussy, Asian pussy and now, Latina pussy. Just call me the multicultural pussy licking expert. I continued to lick her pussy and began probing her with my digits. Worked her up until she squealed and came, smearing her hot juices all over. I smiled. See? I told you I got skills.

Now that I had gotten her rocks off, Lisa was basking in the post orgasmic glow. Well, I needed her to come down from cloud nine. She was all grateful for my performance and stuff. I smiled as she asked me what I wanted her to do for me. I’m a butt man, if you catch my drift. I told Lisa that I wanted her ass. No, I didn’t want to do her pussy in the doggy style position or play with her ass. What I wanted was far different. And I can’t make it any clearer. I wanted to stick my cock in her ass. Her eyes widened when she finally understood. I nodded slowly. Lisa, bless her heart and big booty, is always up for anything. So she complied. All she asked for was for me to grease her up good. I was more than okay with that. Now, those of you who totally get off on anal are going to criticize a brother for not having KY Jelly around. Well, I don’t have that stuff at home because anal sex encounters are few and far in between. It’s hard to find a woman who loves anal sex. So, I had to make do with what I got in order to get what I need. I used Vaseline cream instead of KY. Isn’t that something?

I had Lisa get on all fours and spread those gorgeous plump butt cheeks of hers wide open. Then, I took the bottle of Vaseline and dropped some water escort bayan şirinevler on it. I mixed it up, then smeared it all around her puckered little asshole. I also applied some of it on my condom-covered cock. Lisa was cool about the whole thing. Not a peep or complaint from her. I then held my nine-inch cock in my hand and rubbed it before pressing its head against Lisa’s backdoor. I put my hands on those wide hips of hers and pushed my cock inside her butt hole. Lisa gasped as I entered her. I worked my cock inside her dark tunnel slowly. I like to take my time during anal sex. I’m not like others who rush through the whole thing. If you rush, you’re missing out on the best part. I was like an unhurried tourist. Just call me Duke Boy in Anal Land. I took my time to enjoy the sights and sounds, and above all else, the sensations. Lisa’s ass felt warm and tight around my cock. I loved that feeling. I pushed my cock deeper and deeper inside the tunnel of darkness. It slowly stretched as she opened herself up to me, taking more and more of my cock. We continued slowly until I worked up about six of my nine inches inside her. That’s where she bottomed out. Meaning she couldn’t take anymore. I pushed my dick inside, loving the feeling of warmth and tightness all around me. Meanwhile, Lisa moaned softly. Damn, this woman was something else. I mean, I’ve done anal with a few women of various ages, and most of them can’t take a cock where the sun doesn’t shine without howling. Not Lisa. She took it like a champ. I squeezed her hot buns as I fucked her. The feel of her ass was incredible. We went at it like this for about half an hour, then I came. Slowly, I withdrew from her. This was one of the most amazing sexual experiences I’ve ever had.

Man, this was fantastic. I ran it through my mind again and again. Lisa and I lay side by side. Naked as jaybirds, giddily talking about it. She told me that she’d only done anal with one other man and that was her husband James Coleman, the Dean of Student Affairs at Des College. Well, that comment rather pleased me. It also surprised me. Lisa had the biggest, plumpest and most perfect-looking bubble butt I’ve ever seen. It’s a shame more men haven’t gotten a piece of that. Of course, I didn’t tell her that. I liked her. She was smart, pretty, a great conversationalist, fun in bed, and most recently, her willingness to do anal sex put her at the top of my list. I guess a penchant for anal sex is a quality I admire in a woman. Right up there with personality, intelligence, looks and all that jazz. The only thing I didn’t like about Lisa is the fact that she smoked. Cigarettes are filthy things. I don’t smoke cigarettes, though I’ve been known to take a blunt or two at a party. Oh, well. It’s her life. I watched as she got up and put her clothes back on. With her business suit on, and her lawyer’s briefcase, she looked every bit the professional woman of modern times. I knew better, of course. Tonight, she was going to return to her hubby and brats. And I’d go back to surfing the web and do some studying. We both had our own lives. Neither of us clung to the other. We were cool, and had casual sex a few times a week. The rest of the time, I went to class and played football. She did whatever else she did when she wasn’t in class, at home or with me. That’s the way the world would be if we hadn’t been conditioned to be commitment-hungry emotional sycophants. It’s the way the world should be.

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Author’s Note: I tried to limit the military slang but some was inevitable to help the flow of the story. Also, this is a work of fiction!

*****

“Welcome to Marine Camp Jalalabad,” said Staff Sergeant McGrew. “This will be your new home for the next seven months.”

“Oh great,” said Sergeant Bishop. “I can’t wait to hang out with Marines for seven months.”

“Do you have a problem with Marines?” asked McGrew, eyes narrowing.

“Oh no, they’re all really smart and nice and fun to hang around,” said Bishop, exaggerating her smile and rolling her eyes.

“Oh great, a sarcastic army sergeant, just what we need to liven up the place,” rumbled McGrew, he grabbed one of her three packs. “Follow me, I’ll take you to your tent.

Bishop grabbed her gear and fell into step behind McGrew. She stared at his back as he walked quickly toward the row of permanent structures nearby, he looked like a typical Marine, rugged and lean. As Bishop walked behind him, she was determined to match his pace, despite the two gear bags she carried. God, she hated Marines, she thought as they walked in silence. They were all arrogant, single-minded and obsessed with being Marines, they thought they were the greatest thing in the world, they had no sense of humor and tended to look down on other services. This one was probably an ass, just like all the rest.

It was just after sunrise in Afghanistan, the air was crisp and the sun was rising in a blaze of crimson light. As they walked, she saw a group of Marines running in formation off in the distance. It was a remote outpost manned by Marines, she had volunteered to deploy but had expected to go to an Army base, unfortunately, the Marine post had needed a motor transport chief to coordinate all their vehicle patrols and maintenance schedules and she got selected because she was the best.

He brought her to a line of large green permanent tent structures, off to the side was a small grey building. There were multiple rows of tents and she could see a line of brown tents in the back.

“The small grey one is mine, the showers are the brown ones in the back, the female shower is marked,” said McGrew. “If you need anything, just come let me know, you’ll get used to the layout after a few days, but if you need help finding your way around just ask.”

As he talked, he walked between the rows and came to the last tent in the second row.

“Here is your tent, we have a few other girls on base, so we’ve two tents designated for female enlisted, you share with the rest of them, the tents can house 12 so you should have plenty of room,” said McGrew.

“Anyone here?” he yelled out, when nobody answered they entered the tent. “Any questions?” he asked as he dropped her gear on a rack and turned to look at her.

Catching her breath from the pace he set she walked by him and dropped her bags on the metal rack. She looked around the tent.

“No, I’m good,” she replied, then deliberately turned her back and ignored him. She bent over and started opening her gear bags. After a few seconds she realized she hadn’t heard him move, she looked back over her shoulder. “Ahem,” she cleared her throat as she caught him staring at her ass. “I said I’m good.”

“Yeah, ok,” he replied and left the tent. McGrew was a little disconcerted that she had caught him staring at her ass. God, what a bitch, he thought as he walked away. Typical soldier, no discipline, they think this is all a joke and that all Marines are stupid. Still, he had to admit that she had a great ass.

It was mid-October and McGrew was four months into a 12-month deployment. It was his fourth deployment in five years. He liked deploying and he loved being a Marine. He had wanted to be one since he was a kid, and at 18 he’d enlisted. It had been the best decision of his life, he’d served 10 years so far and was going to stay in as long as they let him. The base they were on housed just over 300 Marines and support personnel. It was a remote outpost situated near the mountains bordering Pakistan.

Two months later.

“Damn I hate dealing with you,” McGrew fumed. “Why do you give me a hard time every time I come here?”

“I’m not giving you a hard time, I’m just making you fill out some paperwork,” Bishop replied with clenched teeth.

They glared at each other over the desk between them. Both stood with their arms crossed in front of them.

“Nobody else has to fill out this paperwork,” he said and took a step around the table, his six foot, 190 pound muscular frame dwarfed her.

“Nobody else comes back every single damn time with bullet damage all over my vehicles,” she said as she took a step toward him. She was only 5’2,” 115 pounds but she refused to be intimidated by this jerk of a Marine. “I have to write reports explaining all the damage on these vehicles, I don’t think having you help write them so I can justify the mechanical expense is really that big a deal.”

“Yet every time I come here you always find a reason to make me do more paperwork,” said McGrew raising his voice and inching closer.

“Like I said, you’re the only one escort şişli who brings back my vehicles all fucked up,” Bishop said, raising her voice and glaring up at him. They were barely a foot apart at this point and both were full of adrenaline. McGrew had just spent the day on a vehicle patrol and had come to turn in the vehicles, it was late at night and they were both tired and cranky. As they glared at each other she noticed the dark stubble on his chin, off-handedly she thought it made his brown eyes and attractive features even more striking, but hell would freeze over before she’d admit that. With his short dark hair and muscles visible in the green t-shirt he was wearing, he looked lethal.

“So you’re blaming me for getting shot at?” he yelled.

“Don’t give me that shit, I never said that, either fill out the paperwork or you don’t get the vehicles next time,” said Bishop.

The tension in the air was palpable and they were both breathing hard. As they stood glaring at each other McGrew noticed her chest heaving, her breasts strained the green t-shirt she wore. This was the first time he’d seen her without her blouse and her tits was bigger than he imagined, they looked like D’s, he reflexively glanced down and saw that her nipples were poking her shirt. He quickly looked back up into her eyes, they were a striking green and right now they were filled with anger.

She had grabbed some paperwork, so she hadn’t noticed his glances. Since he didn’t want her to notice what he’d just been looking at, he quickly said, “Never mind, just give me the paperwork. I assume I can give you this in the morning, I’d like to go eat now, if that’s ok?” His voice was full of sarcasm.

For just a second, she’d relaxed, as close as they were, she could smell the sweat and dust on him, it was manly and wasn’t unpleasant, she’d even noticed his glance and she could feel how hard her nipples were. Then he added the last sarcastic comment and the stray thoughts she had about him evaporated.

“Just make sure you get it to me,” she snapped.

Two days later.

He looked around the chow hall, every seat was taken. Finally, he spotted an empty seat, and then he saw who else was sitting at the table. He groaned inwardly, he didn’t want to fight but damned if he was going to let an army sergeant stop him from eating.

“Anybody sitting here,” he asked as he walked up.

Bishop looked up at him, for a second her eyes narrowed, then she just shrugged and told him to sit.

As he sat down, he inwardly vowed to make an effort to be nice. He smiled at her, she looked down and focused on eating while ignoring him, they ate in silence for a few minutes. Finally, McGrew tried to break the ice.

“Was my paperwork done right?” he asked.

“Yeah, it was fine,” she said curtly.

He felt his temper rising.

“Excuse me sergeant, what have I done now that’s pissed you off?” he whispered.

“Nothing, it’s just every time we talk we get mad at each other and I don’t want to deal with it, ok,” she replied.

“I wouldn’t get mad if you weren’t such a bitch to me,” he said.

“Now I’m a bitch? Why are you such a jerk to me?” she replied.

“Me! You always give me a hard time,” he said. “Look… never mind, I’m not hungry anymore.”

He stood up to leave, “You know, I’m not half the jerk you think I am.”

As he left the chow hall he couldn’t decide what to do next, finally he went to the gym and burned off his anger working out. Afterward, he took a shower, dressed in black running shorts and a gray USMC shirt and went to his room. As he lay in his rack reading a book, he drifted off to sleep and was woken with a knock on his door. He stood, glanced at the iPod next to his rack, 2135, and went to the door sleepy eyed. Outside stood Bishop, she was wearing a gray ARMY t-shirt, small black shorts and her long black hair was in a tight bun, she carried a small backpack.

Immediately weary “Yes?” he asked.

“Hey, I need a place to stay, can I rack up with you?” she said.

He froze, what the hell he thought, as he stood there.

“Look, let me inside and I’ll explain, it’s freezing out here,” she said, as if to emphasize her point her breath fogged the air.

“Uhmm… yeah, sure,” he said. He moved to allow her inside, as she passed him, he smelled lavender.

“You smell nice,” he said reflexively.

She just stared at him.

He felt awkward after having said that, looking down he mumbled. “It was just a compliment.”

“Oh, thanks,” she replied.

The room was small, there were two single metal racks with mattresses and standard military white sheets and green blankets against either wall with a footlocker underneath each, there were two chairs and multiple shelves in the center wall between the cots. Various gear adorned the shelves and an M16 was leaned against the wall by the door. Two small curtained windows were on either side of the door. The room was lit with a single bare light bulb.

McGrew closed the door and crossed the room, grabbing a chair escort bayan istanbul he told her to sit, taking her bag he put it against the wall next to his gear locker.

She sat down as he sat on the edge of his rack.

“Anyway, the generator went down for the female tents, the workmen say it’s going to be a few days before they can get the part and it’s freezing, so I need a place to stay,” she said, as she talked she shifted in her seat and stared at the ground.

“Ok, I get that, what I don’t get is why me,” he said.

She looked into his face, he had a quizzical expression, she quickly explained.

“It’s simple, you have a private room, all the other girls have found “friends” to stay with,” she said as she made quote marks with her hands. “I’m not worried you’ll get the wrong idea and I don’t really have any friends here who I can stay with, all the other guys would think it was a hookup and besides most of them are six to eight in a room and I don’t want rumors to get started.”

“Ok, I guess in a warped way that makes sense for you to come to me,” he said. “Yeah, fine, obviously you can see I have an extra rack, I’m warning you, if you snore, you’re gone.”

She gave a small laugh. “I don’t, I promise, thanks, I know you’d find it hard to believe but I don’t have a lot of friends around here.”

McGrew smiled, “I would never believe that!” he mocked.

She looked at him, for a second he thought she’d get mad, then she laughed. After a second he laughed too.

“I guess I can be a little bitchy,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I get told all the time I’m an arrogant jerk.”

They smiled at each other.

“Ok, I was kind of asleep so are you ready to hit the rack?” he said.

“Hell yes,” she said. “I’m beat.”

“Feel free to keep your gear on the shelves next to that rack, weapon by the front door, next to mine and put whatever you want in the footlocker underneath the rack,” he explained. “Any questions?”

“Nope, I’m good,” she said.

She started arranging her things, he took her weapon and put it next to his, as he turned back around his hand was on the light switch.

“You still need the light?” he asked.

She straightened and looked around.

“Yeah, one second, just want to let my hair down,” she said as she undid her bun. Her dark hair flowed to the middle of her back, she picked up a brush and ran it through her hair a few times, afterward she looked at him.

McGrew watched as she brushed her hair, with her hair down and a smile on her face she went from cute to gorgeous. The transformation was amazing, she had a small mouth, high cheekbones, a cute little nose and light brown skin. Her dark hair and skin made her green eyes stand out like emeralds. She finished brushing her hair.

“K, I’m ready,” she said.

McGrew hit the light, temporarily night blind he made it to his rack by memory, as he lay down he heard Bishop rustling around, after a few seconds he heard her get into bed.

“Everything ok?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she laughed. “Just had to ditch the bra and stuff, still have the shirt but the bra is really uncomfortable to sleep in. You know what I mean.”

“No, not at all,” he laughed. “I have no idea how uncomfortable a bra is.”

“Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t,” she laughed.

As they lay there they began to talk. At first about their lives, then why they joined the military, and their families; she found out he wasn’t as arrogant as he seemed, just confident in his abilities, he also had a good sense of humor and she laughed often at his comments. He learned that she was focused and caring and a little lonely. All the guys just wanted to sleep with her and all the girls seemed to hate her because of her looks and brains. This made her stand-offish toward them, which alienated her even more.

“Wow, never realized that,” McGrew said. “Girls are kind of bitchy like that, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, I think it wouldn’t be as bad if I was just pretty or smart, then they could feel like they were either prettier or smarter,” she said.

“That’s too bad,” he said. “If it helps, I don’t think you’re prettier or smarter than me.”

Laughing, “Thanks,” she said.

“Seriously though, sorry if I’ve been a jerk to you or anything,” he said.

“No problem, sorry if I’ve been a bitch,” she replied.

McGrew looked at his iPod, it read 0100.

“Wow, we need to get to sleep,” he said. “This has been cool, I’m glad it happened.”

“Me too,” she said. “Good night.”

G ‘night,” he said.

Morning light pushed through the curtains, bathing the room with low light. McGrew’s eyes cracked open, still sleepy, he lay there enjoying the warmth of his bed. He heard a rustle from the other bed. He watched as Bishop got out of bed, her gray ARMY shirt was tight against her skin, the first thing he noticed was her nipples pushing against the fabric, the second thing he noticed was that she had taken off her shorts. His eyes snapped open, she was wearing very small sheer red panties, as she stretched, he could clearly see a racing escort taksim stripe of dark pubic hair. McGrew thought back to her comment, ‘bra and stuff,’ now he understood what ‘stuff’ was. As these thoughts raced through his head, he realized she wasn’t moving, he looked up and met her eyes. She was watching him, she had caught him staring at her and now she was smiling. For a second, he didn’t know what to do, then he realized something.

“You came to my room,” he whispered, eyes still locked with hers.

She didn’t reply, just nodded and turned to make her rack. McGrew’s eyes widened, her panties were a thong. Her tanned ass was completely exposed, just a thin red stripe bisecting her cheeks. He admired her ass while she made her bed. It was tight, the skin smooth and unblemished with the cheeks bubbled out just a little, when she stood this created a clean line between her ass and her legs. After she finished, she turned around and saw him watching her.

“You just going to watch all day or are you getting up?” she asked.

“Free show,” he yawned. “If I have a choice, I’d watch all day.”

“Next time, take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she laughed.

McGrew smiled and watched as she put on her shorts and then stuffed her bra into her pack.

“I’d stay longer, but I don’t want people seeing me leave here, so I’ll just go to my room and then the showers,” she said.

“I understand,” he replied.

“Am I cool to stay tonight?” she asked.

“No problem,” he said.

“Have a good day,” she told him as she walked out the door.

Later that night, McGrew lay in his rack reading.

Knock, knock.

“Come in,” he said.

“Hey roomie, miss me,” Bishop said as she walked in wearing her full uniform.

McGrew smiled, “Strangely I did.”

“I know what you mean,” she said. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

As she talked, she started to change, she sat on her rack and pulled off her boots and socks. Then she stood and casually pulled off her bottoms and top, she turned her back to McGrew, he glanced up from his book and once again admired her toned ass, this time the thong was white with tiny red hearts.

“Cute panties,” he remarked as he went back to reading his book.

“Thanks, now no peeking, I’m about to change shirts,” she said and then lifted her shirt over her head, she quickly reached back and undid her bra and let it fall. Without missing a beat, she scooped up her gray ARMY shirt and pulled it on. She turned back around and smiled. “There, all ready for bed.”

“What, no shorts?” he asked.

“Didn’t see the point after this morning, unless it bothers you and you want me to wear them,” she said in an exaggerated mocking tone.

“I’d never say that in a million years,” McGrew laughed.

She smiled and lay face down on her rack. Pulling her pillow under her chin, she started talking about the day she had. McGrew put down the book and listened. Soon they were talking about everything again, hours passed and neither one felt tired despite having stayed up late the night before. Suddenly, in mid-sentence, Bishop yelped.

“Son-of-a-bitch, cramp,” she yelped and reached back toward her left calf.

“You ok?” he asked.

“NO,” she said. Her teeth were gritted and she was trying to grab her muscle, but that only made it worse.

McGrew got up and came over to her.

“Let me,” he said and pushed her hands away.

He started to massage her leg, at first Bishop tensed up from the pain, he watched her bite the pillow and heard her whimper. Gradually as he massaged the cramp out, she began to relax and her whimpers stopped. Minutes passed, his fingers probed and kneaded her muscles back into a relaxed state.

“That feels really good,” she said.

“Want me to continue?” he said.

She looked over her shoulder, their eyes met, suddenly Bishop became aware of how little she was wearing, it was one thing to tease and let him look, but entirely different when he was inches away from her practically bare ass. This close, she noticed how attractive he was, she could see the gold flecks in his brown eyes. His lips look soft and inviting, his hand rested on her calf, she could feel its warmth on her leg, she could also smell the soap on his body, as if he’d just taken a shower. Not trusting herself to speak, she just nodded and turned her face back to the pillow. She felt his fingers start to massage again. For a minute she was tense, her body enjoyed his touch, and she was aroused by the thought of him seeing her dressed in so little clothes. She wondered what to do, what was happening, finally… she decided to relax and just enjoy it.

McGrew could feel how tense she was as he started to massage her, he could tell that she was afraid that he was going to try for something more. He decided that he would just give her a massage and nothing else. He shifted his body and began working on her feet, using his thumbs and fingers he rubbed her soles and soon heard her moaning. He smiled as he worked, he was enjoying this as much as her. Her shirt didn’t quite reach her panties so he had an unrestricted view of her ass. It was easy to keep rubbing for her when his view was so amazing. He worked upward to her ankles and calves. She let out occasional moans to let him know when he hit a particularly good spot. He started working on her thighs, moving closer and closer to her ass.

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So it’s late afternoon, and I’m coming home from work… I’m not wearing the icky knee length skirts that you find too conservative, but instead I’m wearing my black mini skirt with the little triangle cut out from on top of one of the thighs and this tight light blue, v-neck tank top which shows off my cleavage quite nicely. So I come in the door, and you get up from the couch and come over to me… before I can say anything, you’ve grabbed my face in your hands and begin to kiss me deeply. Of course I eagerly respond and our tongues become intertwined as the kiss becomes more and more passionate. You keep one of your hands on my face and run the other one up through my hair.

When you’ve run the length of it, you tug on it ever so slightly, causing my head to tilt back. Immediately you attack my neck and jaw line with your mouth sucking and kissing and running your tongue over me. Your other hand begins to move over my breasts as you knead them and play with my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. Your hand eventually leaves my breasts and you encircle my waist pulling me close and parting my lips with your tongue once again. You reach down and pull my shirt off, only pausing in the kiss to pull it over my head.

You see I’m wearing my black bra, as you begin to run your hands all over my torso. You reach around to my back, pull me close to you and kiss me deeply yet again as you unzip escort bayan sultangazi my skirt and let it fall to the floor. You pull back and look at me standing in front of you only in my black bra and thong my face slightly flushed and my chest heaving heavily in the excitement of the moment and in anticipation of what is yet to come. Telling me how sexy I look and how bad you want me, you take me by the hand and lead me to lie down on our queen-sized bed. You stand to one side of the bed, and undress. I sit, anxiously waiting for you to finish… growing more and more excited as I see your chest and thighs and penis gradually appear from beneath your clothes.

You look soooo good and you make me want you so bad… I reach out to you as you settle yourself on the bed, but your grab my wrists and hold them against the pillows. You kiss me again, but this time, not so deeply and as you withdraw, your tongue teases my lips and makes me ache for more. You run your tongue lightly over my neck, and down towards my cleavage. You lift me up from the pillows and undo my bra as you continue to outline my breasts with your tongue. As you slide my bra straps off my arms I reach towards you, trying to pull your lips towards mine. You allow me to, but only briefly as you bring your hand up to gather my wrists on the pillows again.

My breasts are now at you escort bayan fatih mercy. You run your tongue all about them, deliberately avoiding my nipples and causing me to arch my back in suggestion. Finally you begin to flick them lightly with your tongue, granting me brief views of the pleasure that is possible. Then suddenly you take one in your mouth, reaching over with your other hand to fondle the other breast. You tease the one in your mouth, sucking on it, pulling at it, gently using your teeth, as I cry out with pleasure! As you see me become so aroused, you grow harder too, and I can feel you against my thigh.

You release my wrists and violently pull off my thong, anxious to see my trimmed vagina that lies beneath. With my hands free I reach up and push you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you, not letting you resist. Gently I guide your hard penis into me. I’m still dry so it’s difficult and I can feel every inch of you as I lower myself down. I place my hands on your chest and you place yours on mine. I start out slow trying to make myself wetter so I can really fuck you well.

You play with me in the same rhythm that I begin to fuck you with, and as my speed increases, so does yours. I lift myself off you and begin to come down harder with every motion of my hips. I lean back as I start to truly fuck you, playing with my clit as you continue escort bayan etiler to touch me. I get wetter and wetter and you begin to easily glide in and out of me. I lean forward again squeezing your chest as I ride you to orgasm. You feel me cum on you and become even wetter than before. I collapse on top of you, breathing hard, and oh so sweaty.

You move the hair off my neck and as you rub my scalp and nibble at my neck begin to whisper suggestive things in my ears as you gently thrust your self into me. After a moment’s rest I begin to gently push back and you roll over on top of me. You reach down and grab my legs, putting them on your shoulders… mmm… you always hit a good spot when you do that!… You waste no time and begin to fuck me madly… I cry out, my eyes wide and grip your arms trying to thrust in unison, but I can’t, it’s too good. It overwhelms me. You eventually slow down and begin those long hard thrusts that I like so much… pulling all the way out till I ache for it and plunging right back in… you make me scream with each thrust, and I end up against the headboard from all your force.

You pull me back down and begin to rapidly fuck me till I cum again… you stay in me as the waves of my orgasm subside, then begin anew, ramming into me again and again, fucking me soo hard and soo good. I cry out in ecstasy as I begin to fondle my breasts. This turns you on even more and you increase your speed and strength, causing you to cum almost immediately. You lay on top of me, your head between my breasts and your hand in my hair as you begin to soften inside me. I squeeze you… teasing you, trying to arouse you again, but we both are too exhausted and just lie on our bed totally satisfied.

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The day was warm and the gentle breeze from the lake made Max free really at peace. He sat on the sun-warmed rocks while looking at the sky. Max was a tall nerdy boy with tan skinned with short hair. With grey eyes he was fairly good looking. Watching the sky the wind smacked the land and bent the trees as a shadow covered the area. Max watched as a sliver space ship crashed into the lake. Being pulled in pulled under by the large wave he saw two bodies. Using all his strength he dragged both space women from the lake. Panting he looked at his unconscious survivors. They both looked like human except one had long green hair and a dress that was very pretty. The other had short blonde hair and was wearing what looked to be a police uniform. Since his parents would be out for the day Max took each one up to his room.

Meanwhile, another spaceship hovered over the crash. Watching a monitor the lady smiled as she watched an interesting young man take her prey into his home. “Computer, tell me about this planet’s people.” she said.

“They are called humans and are a class C type civilization.” replied the computer, smiling she teleported to the human’s house. Following the human she wondered what this human male could possible be doing with a princess and a cop.

Max sat in his bed as his thoughts ran wild. He had two alien beauties in his room and no one to stop him from studying their bodies tekirdağ escort a little bit more. “I’m eighteen and I am a nerd that doesn’t get to see women that much. This is my chance. Come on Max take it.” he thought. Making his decision Max moved over the one in the uniform. Taking off her clothes her breast was nicely sized. Putting all her things on the bed he moved down to the skirt and what seemed to be panty-hose. Taking them off her alien pussy looked like any humans. Taking his fingers he slow inserted them. Rubbing up and down her slit he found to be her clit. Playing with it to his surprise quick grew into a six inch shaft leaking a light green slim. His thoughts ran off the wall as to a female having a dick.

Wanting to do more a dark thought crossed his mind. He knew that since none of the girl in high school talked to him he would stay a virgin for another year. This was his chance to get it one with two alien chicks. Plus he would write it off as a form of communication if they woke up. Know how desperate he was he pulled down his pants to reveal his seven inch dick. Moving between the alien chicks legs Max gave her cock a few good pumps. Watching as she moaned he put his head at her opening. With one quick thrust Max was in her alien pussy pounding away. She was very tight and wet and her cock pumped precum over his belly. Taking tokat escort her tits in to his mouth the alien woman moved in motion along with Max. Pushing deeper she moaned causing Max to slow down as not to wake her. She didn’t have nipples but it didn’t matter. He was going to bang these two alien chicks for all they were worth. Losing control he fucked harder as her cries of pleasure echoed the room.

He could feel the end drawing near. He would lose his virginity to aliens. This thought alone pushed him over the edge. With one last deep thrust Max exploded feeling the release in his ass. His climaxing triggered the alien woman to orgasm as well. Max watched as her dick twitched as green cum shot all over her tits and neck.

The other alien woman had now made it into this living room and was looking at all their technology. She played with the T.V. and DVD player but jumped when she herd a scream. “What in the nexus is that human doing.” she thought. Looking at her wrist computer it told her that the two she were after were still alive so she went back to her studying the humans’ things. The first floor was large and a counter top separated the cooking area from the living area. To her it was a nice looking place and she could come to stay here but her crew was waiting for her to get the cop and the princess. Moving to the cooking area trabzon escort she found the refrigerator. Opening the door she smiled at how full it was.

Upstairs Max had moved on to the second part of his plan. He had tasted alien pussy and he like how it felt and to his surprise tasted. The alien next to the blonde looked beautiful lying on carpet floor. Slowly taking off her what seemed to him to be silk layers of clothing he made it to her skin. It was a soft caramel tan color. Taking off a little more he freed her large breast. Her tits looked to have nipples and Max put each in turn in his mouth. Groping and sucking moaned as Max continued to turn her on. Taking off the rest of her clothes he still wasn’t hard yet so he went to working suck and licking on her cunt lips. He figured that she as a different type of alien because she didn’t have clit like knob or anything else.

Her juices tasted sweet and the musky smell drove him made with lust. Feeling his cock twitch Max gave a few slow pumps. Now at a full power he was ready to star. Putting her long legs over his shoulders Max easily slid into her tight alien cunny. Holding her thighs he pushed his full length into her. Her pussy tightened and loosened as he pounded into her like and animal. Moaning in pleasure the alien girl wakes up form her own cries. Meeting each thrust she cries out in a foreign language this drives Max crazy as he pulls her closer. Crying out in ecstasy Max feels his alien lover cumming over his cock. As her body straightened Max unloads his dicks pressure with a load moan. Max closes his eyes as he rides his orgasm to the end. Panting Max slows his breathing as he looks up to see another alien woman with a dark smile on her face.

To be continued…

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The Future is more than a fantasy I suppose. This story has anal, just like real life. If you don’t like reading about it, just don’t. All participants are adults.

2030 True Freedom

The Project was finally complete.

He could feel the stress leaving his body, but he needed more, and faster, so he headed for a comfort station.

It was getting to be a habit, but it works so well. Just pay at the terminal and there’s a warm moist vagina waiting for you. Totally impersonal, you don’t even see her face. No talking is necessary, or even wanted. He thought back to previous generations, when they had to drink multiple liters of beer or spirits, or find a prostitute.

She was in place when he got to the cubicle. Her pussy and bum were all that he could see, but she was quite spectacular. This one has more labia than the last one. It really surprises him how different women can be.

This one is pale. Well, she’s white, but no tan, no freckles, at least none on the bum or puss. They are always cleanly shaven so that there is less chance of cross contamination. They are both monitored for disease, so that is someone else’s concern.

He sits with her privates right in his face, so that it’s easier to enjoy, and he can see everything that she has to offer. He spreads her labia with his fingers. They are warm and pink and they would probably hang down an inch, if she were standing naked, but here she is laying back, with her legs up in the air on the other side of the thin wall, so he can enjoy either her pussy or her anus. They both look very inviting. He wishes that he could push up along her body and explore her breasts, but that is not allowed here. That would be too personal.

With her labia held an inch from her body, he can look down her channel to the actual vagina lips, still pushed together, guarding the sacred nest. They are pink too, but much narrower. He reaches into her and runs his tongue up one side then down the other. There is no reaction at all. He leans back and looks, while pulling more firmly on the labia, and the vagina pops open with a moist snap. Not a sound, but it happens as a final reveal into her being. He could just look, dreamily into her palace, for hours.

Two minutes go by and he’s bored.

He has some music playing, his favorite acoustic guitar. He wonders what she’s listening to. She almost certainly has earbuds so that he is not distracted by her music, but she would want to hear something nice.

He looked for the little things. A lingering scent where she might have used perfume with a lover, but there is nothing. Only her moist and warm vagina and anus to explore.

He set to it, only having paid for an hour. He liked to see if he could get her to cum before he slammed into her. It’s so nice to watch one squirt, or even just drip out some extra fluid. If he doesn’t make her cum in the first 20 minutes, he has to decide whether to lengthen his time or just get his fuck in.

Today he feels no response to his careful probing, so he decides to just get his comfort. He can always spend more time with his wife and see if she’ll cum for him, or not. But that could be more stress, and stress is his enemy.

He was playing with himself while he was licking his comfort girl, so he was already stiff, and ready. Just a little extra lube, then he presses it deep into her. He feels her shifting now. Like she just wanted the cock. Hmm, that is unusual. A woman that got more excited from the fuck than she did from an intimate licking and fingering? This one is quite unusual.

He pulls out to have another taste.

Nothing. A push of his tongue into her anus? A double tap on the clit?

Nothing.

He stood back up and pushed in again. He felt her shift, and almost grab his cock with her pussy. Of course it can do no such thing. She wants him to hammer her!

Instead of building up to it, he decides to just fuck away and see how she responds.

He starts tapping at about one stroke per second. He can only keep this up for five minutes or so, but it doesn’t take more than 2 before she is obviously spasming into an orgasm.

Not something you get everyday from a comfort girl. Many will cum when her client is gentle and probing with their tongue and fingers, but this one liked to get slammed! He wished that he could get her much more often, but you get what you get here. No connection was possible. Total and complete anonymity was guaranteed for both parties.

He blew his load deep inside. Quivering at the full depth, He just kept it there, lunging, spasming, just a quarter of an inch at a time, to empty himself completely.

“Very nice,” he murmured.

He went to the sink and used a disposable cloth to clean himself, and he took another over to her puss and cleaned her up the best that he could. It’s not like someone else was going to use her, but he still had a few minutes and he wanted to be remembered, even if she didn’t know who she was remembering. Weird, but it was nice to see some afterglow in her skin. She bahçelievler escort was pinker than before.

“Can I get another hour in booth 4,” he asked out loud. He had to wait while they called the woman, but he needed time to get hard anyway, so he settled back into his licking and fingering. Maybe she would respond more, now that he had opened the floodgates so to speak.

“Another hour has been added, sir.” The voice was computer generated. Neither male nor female.

“Thank’s,” he answered pointlessly.

This time he spent more time on the anus. Perhaps she liked oral on the anal sphyncter? He licked all around, pulsing on the clit with his finger while searching for the trigger. Nothing.

He stood, more than hard enough, and he applied more cream, so that the anal entry was not too difficult.

She held firm, while he pushed slowly into her butt. The head on his cock is fat so it took a while for it to compress and for the anus to open enough to allow passage in the wrong direction. It was not designed for egress.

She was tighter in the anus. No surprise there. He started out at half the speed of his vaginal efforts. He could feel her rocking into him, so he knows she wants the plunging, not the touching or licking. She likes it hard.

He speeds up, and he can tell right away that she prefers it faster, so he keeps the stroke count high as he settles into a nice tight fuck.

He could use the screen in front of him to watch porn, but he closes his eyes instead, and thinks about what she might look like.

She could be a ginger. Sometimes they are not freckled on the bum? He admits to himself that he doesn’t really know, so he imagines a reddish blonde, with athletic (small) tits. The bit that he can see is muscular enough that she could be a runner or a swimmer.

Her movement matches his, so he picks up the pace, and she does too.

The movement on her side is very subtle. She can only shift minutely, but he can still tell that she is pounding back, the best that she can.

He knows that he only has another 5 minutes, so he lets her cooperation take him to the level that he needs, and he cums in her for the second time.

When he pulls out, he drops back down to see her anus and vagina while they are recovering. He wants a hint as to where she likes his tongue or his lips, but there is nothing. She just likes the cock!?

“Thank You,” He murmurs again, and he gives her a parting kiss on the labia, and he dips his tongue into her puss for a final taste.

The lights start blinking to let him know that his time is over, and he will be hit with a big surcharge if he doesn’t exit the cubicle in the next 60 seconds.

The computer would remind him if their optics revealed that he was leaving anything.

It was time to go home.

“Sorry I’m late, I know, I know, but I had to stop at a comfort station,”

He had to tell her right off or it would become an issue when she saw it on the account.

“That’s fine hun, you finished the project right? You have a few days off don’t you? We can go up to the cottage like you promised?” She needed the stress relief too, and a week at the cottage was probably something that she needed more than him.

“Oh, yes. We nailed it into its coffin, and I can give you my total focus for the next week, but I just don’t want you being surprised that I hit the comfort station again.” He had to admit that this whole ‘honesty’ thing that we learned in our mental health sessions was working much better than trying to keep secrets.

“Okay, I will just submit for a few extra hours myself, so we don’t get dinged.” She is such a good partner, and understanding too.

“I will get a nice bonus, so you don’t have to,” He prompted, just as a courtesy. He knew she wouldn’t mind getting a good fucking herself, but she had to put in two hours for his one, which hardly seems fare, but that’s the Government for you.

They were wise to finally give Women the right to their own bodies. So they could really participate in the economic value of their beauty. Men have been using their muscle to maintain their economic superiority for far too long. But, of course, with the right to sell their own bodies came the social stigma of being a whore, so measures were put in place, and the Government paid for those measures with a piece of the pie that we all call taxation.

“No, I’m happy to add even a few extra hours so we can afford the cottage and other niceties like premium entertainment and instant free delivery.”

The week at the cottage was spectacular. The sex was great too. He dedicated himself to giving Sim the best orgasms that he could. She kept herself very trim and desirable, and sometimes he thought it was all for him.

The comfort work that she did on the side required that she stay thin enough to fit in their cushioned comfort berths. If you don’t stay thin you can’t extend your torso through the comfort port far enough for it to bağcılar escort seal, and keep your identity a secret.

She did keep one secret from her husband though. She was putting in extra hours to pay for a breast augmentation, with the hope of becoming a second stage Nubile Girl, where her client would get her all of the way to her chin. These implants are undetectable to the eye or the touch. They use actual muscle cells that they grow from your own body! They do expert work on the nipple too, never losing any nerve connections, and they can even increase your sensitivity if you want.

It would be another shot to the relationship, as she gave more of herself to her work, but Scott gave his all at work too, so he would just have to accept the fact that she was in demand too.

Only bigger cities have stage 2 Nubile Stations. In rural areas it would be impossible to maintain anonymity if the client could explore the body, all the way to her chin.

Of course there was always phase three of her plans, so she got on her knees to deliver the best blow job that she could. Scott was not a big guy, so he didn’t challenge her much. She pushed him as far into her throat as she could, but he just wasn’t long enough to really teach her a thing. She would have to invest in one of those training cocks, to see if she can get it down her throat and eventually advance into the top ranks of the comfort girls.

They showered together and he pushed her against the glass and pressed into her ass much harder than normal.

“Wow, what was that about,” She asked as they dried themselves. “You haven’t fucked me that hard since graduate school!”

She thought about graduate school again and wondered if maybe she should have continued to her Doctorate, but she was already sick of studying and memorizing and reading, she just wanted to live!

“It was the Comfort Girl. She wouldn’t cum for me, until I hammered her hard,” He sighed.

The sigh was a big mistake. Just making an observation can be forgiven, but the sigh?

“So now you’re dreaming about the Comfort Girl when you have my entire body to enjoy?! Fuck!” She was pissed off, and he had to eat her pussy for an hour before she ran her fingers through his hair and pushed him hard against her clit, which he dutifully lapped with his tongue until she burst into a sweet orgasm. She even squirted a bit for him, so he was very happy, and ready to plunge into her if she had forgiven him.

“All right, but you don’t cum until I say so,” she demanded. He hates it when she does this, cause she will make him fuck for hours without relief, but he deserved it. So far she has never left him hanging, but what kind of man would he be if he had to jack off after servicing his wife for two fucking hours!

The technique does work to make him cum that much harder, but he always needs a nap after so much sex.

There was a comfort station in the small resort town on the West side of the resort, so Sim entered her bio in the registry, and sure enough she had a customer at noon.

She entered through the Government Admin Office. The door clicked open from her biometric touch and she pulled the bolt across, though she knew it was not needed.

She disrobes, knowing she has 20 minutes, and she will be alerted if her client gets there ahead of schedule. She likes to get naked, though she could just pull her slacks and panties off, it makes her feel sexier if she takes it all off. I mean, sure she’s going to work, but she did not need to dislike her work, and she never did.

Sim pushes her pelvis into the sharing slot, pushing her legs up the wall and behind the two security braces. Her knees were now on either side of her face, but she is trim enough that it is not uncomfortable. She reaches down and grips the hand holds on the floor under her bench. When she pushes into the slot a little further the top shifts down and clamps her into place making it impossible to see past the shroud, but also very hard to move. Her pussy and anus are now for the customer, her client for the next hour. Maybe more.

When the centerpiece shifted down and locked on Simone, it also unlocked the door and turned on a light above the door, to notify the customer that a comfort girl was ready for him.

Sim put her earbuds in, and turned her music on. She felt the guy or woman licking her labia, but she wasn’t really in the mood right now, so she looked at her emails and thought about where she would get Scott to take her for dinner tonight. Then, maybe the Opera or the Ball Game. Both are in town.

She felt the cock tapping on her clit, and realized that it was a man, and she should pay attention for a minute. Sometimes she needs to shift her puss a bit, especially if he’s short.

He finally settles into her slit but with just the head of his cock. He just stopped, with the fat head of his cock in the throat of her cootch.

Finally Sim pushes into the cock, just the fraction that she could, ümraniye escort using the hand holds to help her press into the customer.

He started up right away, as if she had pressed the start button. He brought the tempo right up to a real hammer level, so Sim stayed focused on her lover. He was longer than Scott, and though the cock head was big on Scott, the girth of the shaft was much bigger on this guy. Spreading her vagina so far made her juice up, as a natural reaction.

“Oh, God,” Sim called out, though the customer probably couldn’t hear her.

She started to pump into the slit, unable to move more than that quarter inch was so frustrating! Sim played with her nipples, squeezing them and pinching them.

Her fucker kept going until she vibrated into a deep orgasm that she shouted her way through.

“Holy Mother of God! Fuck, FUCK, FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!” she screamed as she came on the customers cock.

She was just getting her breath back when the client contacted her with the non gender voice.

“The client would like another hour, please confirm by clasping the handles.” the computer asked.

“I don’t have another hour, I’ll have to pass,” Sim announced.

She felt the tongue pierce her anus, then fingers were in her snatch, playing with her clit.

“I said NO,” she announced, enunciating each word in case the computer misheard her words.

The cock pierced her pussy, but it was just to steal the lubrication. He pulled out and immediately went to the anus and pressed with his entire body, forcing it into her bum.

She couldn’t end the session now. If the centerpiece unlocked the customer would be looking right at her, and she at him which was totally inappropriate and maybe even illegal.

She sent a text to Scott that she was running late. She wanted to be honest, but it would be difficult explaining why she decided to work while they were on vacation. He would think that she had a lover, which officially was not true.

The anal was not Sim’s favorite. She wished that he had a vibrator with him, but the guy had not come prepared. Still, she didn’t have to wait long before he hammered his second load into her tush.

When he pulled out he didn’t just leave. He started lapping at her vagina like it was his water dish. He started flicking her clit with his fingers, and Sim toppled into an orgasm of pure lust. She was now undulating in the throws of a full orgasm.

She heard her phone accepting the extension on her Comfort Girl App. as her lover licked her clit until it stood bulging upwards. He continued to excite it while it swelled with the influx of blood, then a strong thin cord was wrapped around it and her swollen clit was captured. The orgasms would continue.

When Sim regained her senses she had been released by the centerpiece, but she still hadn’t withdrawn from the comfort slot. The door would stay closed automatically, so there was no hurry.

Sim felt very sore on her clit. She had been rubbed for so long that she could still feel the tongue. It made her wet when she thought about it, so she decided she had better finish the vacation with a vigorous night of passion with Scott.

The final night of sex was idealic for Scott. Sim was becoming so adept with her mouth that it was easy to forget about penetration, but he did do doggy style and Sim was able to lean back and let him play with her tits while he still jammed into her from behind. All things that you couldn’t do with a Comfort Girl.

“Why don’t we use my bonus to get you those premium breasts that you deserve,” Scott whispered while he lay there spent.

Her heart soared with the offer.

“I will work extra hours too hun!” She promised her husband, but she was thinking about how wonderful it was going to be, to have her tits worshiped and made love to, while she had hours of sex. She wasn’t too old. She still had time to become a level two and then… she could suck cock! The Comfort Girls dream job.

Sim had her breasts done on the first weekend of November, and it only took a week for the flesh to become a lifelong part of her body. They increased her size quite noticeably and all of Scotts friends were instantly jealous, as were Simones friends for the opposite reason. They knew that their spouses would want to visit a Nubile Girl, like Scott got to do every night.

Sim almost doubled her income overnight, with a level increase that paid 50 percent more, and made her more popular.

Her first day, she had to have instructions in the new stations and the new equipment.

When she gets to the cubical she has to remove all of her clothes and place all of her belongings in the locked cabinet. Then she would place her head in the yolk, and fasten the shroud that pulled up and over her chin, making everything accessible to the client, except her face or her identity. Still full anonymity, no guilt, no humiliation, just unbridaled enjoyment of the flesh. These meetings were all controlled by computer, so there was never two on one, or even worse.

When the contract was finished there were dressing rooms for the clients, so they left the Nubile Girls to remove themselves and go to the private shower and dressing rooms. The entrance and entry were cleverly nested in a hallway with a corner. No one could guess who the girls were, as the entrance was controlled by bio-identifiers on the Nubile Girls.

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