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dedi ama asliyla beraber muratta yaziyor oda ayni seyleri merak ediyordu demek istedigim 3 ununde odak noktasi bendim bu beni cok tahrik ediyordu,aslinin icraat sorusuna fatma valla duymak degilde yasamaniz lagzim dedi..asli nasil yani bahsetmeyecekmisin dedi..esim fatma edeyim ya edmezmiyim dedi ve devam etti fatma: ismet aslinda gercekten hayatta tanidigim ve gordugum en doyumsuz ve sexe tapan bir insan sexin tam olarak hakkini veriyor beni herturlu memnun ediyor sabah aksam oglen bile beni bir yolunu bulur becerir ve becerirkende herturlu pozisyonudener,hiz doymaz ve karsisindakine cok degerverir,onu memnun eder saygili ve duygusaldir ben ona agsigim diye ekledi..ben cok memnun kalmistimki onu dudagindan optum..neyse ciftle resimlestik telefonlastik sohbet msn derken bulusmaya kararverdik,karsilikli konusup anlastiktansonra bir cuma aksami onlari ucak alanindan aldik ve onlar icin ozel olarak kiraladagim bir villaya gittik,tabi biz fatmayla onceden viski bira votka ve yiyecek olarak ne bulduysak aldik ve villaya doldurduk..murat ve asli bizim oldugumuz bolgeye ilkkez geliyorlardi..neyse hava karanlik olmustu tanisip opusme sefasindan sonra villamiza vardik..ben valizleri indirdim muratda bana yardimci oldu..eve girdik ve dedimki isterseniz banyo yapin asli cok guzelbir fikirdedi ama beni ovacakmisin ismetdedi,bende hemen dedim,gulustuk ve evin ikibanyosu vardi ama biri bayagi buyuktu hepimizde o banyoya girdik ama asli mukemmel bir fizige sahip at gibi bir bayandi,murat ise bir bayan vucudu gibi kissiz ve fit vucuda sahipti hepimiz ciplaktik muradin aleti benden daha buyuktu bunu goren fatmanin gozleri adeta perladi,asli ise fatmaya dediki cok umutlanma gorunuse aldanma buyuk ama icraat yok dedi,bunun uzerine muratla esim fatma opusmeye basladi benle aslida bosdurmuyorduk ben asliyin amini yaliyor birtaraftanda mutadin gotunu oksuyordum hemen yikanma isini hizlandirdim ve 3 kisilik yataga gittik..ben aslinin amini gotunu memelerini yalarken esim fatmada murada amini ve gotunu yalaatiyordu,ben asliya girmeye basladim bacaklarini havaya aldim ve dassaklarimi amindan akan sulara carptirip sap sap diye ritim seklinde girip cikiyordum biryandanda esimle muradi izliyordum,muradin siki tam dikilemiyordubirturlu tam fatmanin amina sokarken iniyor diklenmiyordu buyuk oldugu icinde girmekte zorlaniyordu,benim dikkatimin muratta oldugunu goren asli altimdan kalkti ve murada girmessem muradin yarraginin asla dikilemeyecegini soyledi ve kocasinin gotunu bebek yagi ile yaglayip bana hazirladi ve hadi kocacigimiz dedi,,bende yavas yavas murada girdim ve biryandanda asliyla opusuyordum,birden sesler ve iniltiler karismaya basladi fatma okadarderin inliyorduki bir baktimki 18lik yarrak aminda kaybolmus onunda mutlu olduguna sevinmistim.cunki hep yapmayi istedigimiz fantaziyi simdi yasiyorduk fatmayi siken erkegi sikiyordum,asli bir an yanimizdan kayboldu ve belinde bagli yarrakla geri dondu,ve bana dediki ismetcigim sen cik ben muradi bunla duzerim sen bana gir benseni istiyorum dedi.neyse benciktim o girdi o okadarcoksert sikiyorduki karisini murat okadar aciyorduki acisini fatmadan cikariyordu bende asliya kokluyor aradabir gotunu parmakliyor yaliyor boynunu opuyor fatmanin aminin girisine elliyor aslinin dudaklarina yapisiyor durmuyordum duramiyordum inlemeler artmisti titremeler basliyordu ve mutar bagirabagira fatmanin goguslerine ve amina bosaldi tabi fatma en az ikikez bosalmisti sira aslidaydi ben dizustu yatirdim ve pompalamaya basladim yarragimin tamami giriyor dassaklarim aminin on duvarina carpiyordu cigliklari odayi sarmistiki agzini kapamak icin fatmayi cagirdim ve fatmanin amina aslinin agzini yapistirdim durum cok farkli olmustu murat gotdeligiyle oynuyor asli fatmanin amiyla ilgileniyor ben hepseyredip hemsikiyordumki fazla dayanamayip aslinin amina patladim tum sperimleri muratve fatma opuserek yalliyor kendilerinden geciyorlardi.sirayla banyoya girdik evde cirilciplak dolasiyorduk viskilerimizi doktuk bayanlara votka 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Jipiyle ayagimi ezdi, ben de suratina bosaldim

Bir aksam is cikisi gunun yorgunlugu uzerimde dalgin bir sekilde Nispetiye Caddesi’nde karsidan karsiya geciyorken ani bir fren sesi duydum ve birden bacagimda buyuk bir aci hissettim. Bir an dunya karardi, dusmusum. Neden sonra kendime geldigimde kaldirimda yattigimi fark ettim. Etrafima bir kalabalik toplanmisti. Sarisin orta yasli bir kadin yanimda diz cokmus, elinde su sisesi, bir yandan sakaklarimi ovuyor, bir yandan titreyen bir sesle sayikliyordu, “hadi n’olur, kendine gel. Bak bir seyin yok, degil mi? Hadi n’olur…”

Bir sure sonra iyiden iyiye kendime geldim. Kalabalik uzerime egilmis, herkesten ayri bir ses cikiyordu. “Biri ambulans cagirsin…” Bir digeri “polis cagirmak lazim,” diyordu. “Tabii ya, polis cagiralim.”

Ihtiyarin biri egildi, alnimi tuttu. “Delikanli,” dedi, “nasilsin? Iyi misin? Kalkabilecek misin? Kirigin cikigin yok ya?”

“Dur dede, iyiyim sanirim,” dedim. “Bir deneyeyim kalkmayi.” Soyle bir dogruldum. Hala basim donuyordu. Sarisin kadin koluma girdi, “iste ya, canavar gibisin,” dedi. “Bak nasil ayaklandin.” Kadin tam bir zengin Etiler kokosu idi. Saclar sariya boyali, manikurler son moda, kiyafetler belli ki Akmerkez’den.

Kalabalik yurudugumu gorunce ufak ufak dagilmaya basladi. “Sag ayagima basamiyorum,” dedim. “Bir seyler kirildi sanirim.”

Sarisin kadinin mavi gozleri isil isil yaniyordu. “Amaan, incinmistir canim. Iyi bir doktor tedavisi ile gecer.” Koluma girip beni yan sokaga dogru goturmeye basladi. “Bak canim,” dedi. “Polise molise hic gerek yok, ben seni en iyi ozel hastanelerde tedavi ettirecegim, olur mu?” Nispetiye Caddesi’nde bu kadar guzel bir kadin koluma girmis, bin bir cilve yapiyordu. Bir an her seyin farkina vardim.

“Bak, seni kendi arabamla doktora goturecegim, olur mu? Sikayetci olma, n’olur,” diye gozlerimin icine bakti.

Cok seksiydi, tertemizdi, mis gibi kokuyordu. Benim gibi bir tezgahtarin boyle bir kadinin yaninda yurumeyi hayal etmesi bile zordu. “Peki,” dedim.

Kadinin siyah Porche Cayanne cipine bindik. Ilk defa bir cipe biniyordum. Hastaneye dogru gitmeye basladik, derken rahatsiz edici bir sessizlik oldu. “Muzik acalim mi,” dedim.

“Ah, seni haspa,” dedi, bana dogru donup dekoltelerinden iyiden iyiye gorunen goguslerini gostere gostere. “Seni numaraci, seni muzir!” Gulmeye basladi. Bir sure muzik esliginde gittik ki tekrar dondu, “bak ne diyecegim. Istersen doktoru eve cagiralim. Bu ayaginla oradan oraya tasinip durmak iyi bir fikir degil. Yat dinlen, doktor ayagina gelsin. Parasi neyse veririz.”

“Kocaniz evde degil mi?”

Tekrar bir kahkaha atti, “ah birak bu sizli bizli konusmalari. Sen bakma, biz yolun yarisini devirdik, ama ruhumuzda hala genc kiziz. Adin ne senin bakayim? Bana Melahat de, utanma canim…”

Anlamiyordum, neler oluyordu? Kekeledim.. “Er-.. Erkan,” dedim.

“Erkan’cim, kocam birakti beni. Ayrildik yani daha dogrusu, yillar oldu. Tekstilcileri bilirsin, koyden gelirler, parayi bulunca, ne yapacaklarini sasirirlar. Ama fena da olmadi hani, han hamam ne varsa bana gecti. Varsin, geri kalanini da siprintilarla yesin, enayi. Ben hayatimi yasiyorum. Iyi mi?”

“Yaa..” dedim.

Yakinda oturuyormus, bir kac dakikada evine geldik. Etiler’de ultra luks bir daireydi. Onun yardimi ile iceri gectim, beni salondaki divana yatirdi. “Uzan,” dedi. Uzerini degisip geldi. Gozleri masmaviydi, yaniyordum.

“Erkan’cim, sen biraz kirlisin gibi geldi bana,” dedi. “Doktor gelmeden seni bir yikayalim mi? Kokmayasin elin doktoruna,” tekrar suh kahkahayi basti.

Utanmistim. Cevap vermeme firsat bile vermeden beni dusa goturdu. Kuveti ilik suyla doldurmustu bile. Kuvetin kenarina beni oturttu. Kendi de yere dogru coktu, gozlerini gozlerime dikti. Ciddilesmisti. “Bak Erkan,” dedi. “Beni polise filan bulastirma. Ne istiyorsan veririm. Paraysa para, tanidiksa tanidik. Genc, yakisikli bir cocuksun. Her kapiyi acarim sana. Akilli ol. Dusundugunden fazlasini veririm sana.”

Basimi one egdim. Uzerindeki siyah bluzun dekoltesini daha da asagi cekti. Gogusleri cok buyuk degildi, ama yasina gore cok dikti. Eti dolgun, ama sikiydi. Gogus uclarini gorebiliyordum. Hizla nefes alip veriyordum. Kuvete dogru daha da yanasti, basimi ellerinin arasina aldi, saclarimi oksamaya basladi. Hafifce basimi kendine dogru cekti. Meme ucunu dudaklarimin arasinda buldum. “Al beni Erkan,” dedi.

Memelerini opmeye, sonra emmeye basladim. Ellerimi beline doladim, inceydi. Kalcasina indirdim, diriydi. “Istiyorum seni…” deyiverdim. Opusmeye basladik. Universiteli kiz arkadaslarima benzemeyen, cok atesli bir seydi. Ilk defa bu kadar deneyimli bir kadinla birlikte oluyordum.

Bir cirpida giysilerimi cikardi. Tekrar koluma girip, nazikce beni kuvete yatirdi. Kendi de soyundu. Bir yandan beni sabunluyor, bir yandan sikimle oynuyordu. Kocaman yapti. Sonra beni kaldirip bacaklarim kuvetin icinde kalacak sekilde kenara oturttu. “Hadi bakalim erkegim,” dedi. “Saglam bir tesekkuru hak ettin.”

Kuvette yuzukoyun yatip, belki bir kirk dakika hic sikilmadan, yorulmadan yaragimi yaladi Melahat. Bacak agrisini tamamen unutmustum. Gozlerimin icine bakiyordu. Mavi gozleri isil isil yaniyordu. Daha once hic bir kiz arkadasim sakso cekerken gozlerime bakmamisti. Elleri, ayaklari inanilmaz bakimliydi. Dili ve damagiyla sikimi sanki somuruyor, delice bir zevk veriyordu. “Agzima gelebilirsin,” dedi. “Suratima gelebilirsin, bu aksam seninin ben.” Dayanamadim, gurul gurul agzina bosaldim. Titreye titreye geliyordum, Melahat ise mutlulukla gulumsuyor, bir eliyle de tasaklarimla oynuyordu.

Doktor moktor yalanmis. Doktor cagirirsa, doktorun kazanin nasil oldugunu soracagini, polis zapti isteyecegini bildigi icin Melahat beni banyo manyo deyip, uyutmus. Ama ben hayatimdan memnundum.

Ayagim iyilesene kadar bir kac gun Melahat’te kaldim. Dul kadin yaraga doymuyordu. Ben ne kadar zevk aldiysam, belki iki katini Melahat almistir. Bense, ancak Akmerkez’de alisverise geldiginde hizmet ettigim, sokakta gorsem dilim sarkacak bir kadina sahip olmustum. Benim gibi bir sefilden cocuk sahibi olmaktan korkuyor olacak, gelecegimi ne zaman anlasa sikimi amindan cikariyor, beni agzinda bosaltiyordu. O dunya guzeli yuzune defalarca bosaldim.

Ayagim iyilesip, eve dondukten sonra cep telefonunu defalarca caldirdim. Acmadi orospu. Beni kullanip, atmisti…

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It was a crisp, sunny fall day as Jenny Baker walked through the gates of Bowmore College for her first day as a college student. She was nervous, excited, and a little intimidated as she joined the throngs of young people crisscrossing the campus.

Jenny had always been shy and quiet, like her mother, who had been born in Tokyo. At 19, Keiko – that was Jenny’s mother’s name – had rebelled against her restrictive upbringing and fled to Hawaii, where she worked as a waitress in a cafe. It was there that she met Jenny’s father, Robert Baker, an army officer. They were married when Keiko was just 20, and Jenny was born a year later.

As is typical for an army family, the Bakers moved around a lot – to Holland, Italy, Panama, the Philippines. Because of this, Jenny had never really felt at home anywhere, and that was one reason that she was so shy. Another was that by the time Jenny’s family finally settled in Houston, Texas so she could attend high school, she was entering her awkward teenage years. Gawky and rail-thin, with braces and thick glasses, lacking a fashion sense, Jenny became the target of her classmates’ mockery.

Stung by the cruelty, Jenny withdrew even further into herself, spending all her time reading and studying. She was a top student throughout her high school years, which did nothing to make her more popular. Certain that she was dreadfully ugly, Jenny had stopped looking in the mirror altogether, and thus was unaware that in the intervening years she’d become strikingly beautiful. The braces had come off and the glasses had been replaced by contacts, revealing her big, luminous brown eyes. The skinny girl had developed into a lithe, athletic bursa escort young woman with long, lustrous black hair, a perfect oval face, C-cup breasts, a narrow waist, and wide, provocative hips.

All who laid eyes on her as she made her way to her first college class saw a ripe, exotic beauty on the cusp of womanhood – she had turned 18 just the week before – but Jenny still thought of herself as an undesirable misfit. She was oblivious to the lustful looks that followed her as she picked her way carefully through the crowd, head down except when she needed to orient herself. Jenny had had exactly one sexual experience in her life, and it had not been a good one. By the time Jenny was a senior in high school, it had not escaped the attention of the boys in her class that her body had blossomed, but no one knew how to talk to her. Finally one of the more popular boys, much to her surprise, asked Jenny to the prom, and she accepted.

Jenny had never been on a date before, never been kissed, and knew very little of sex. In her conservative household, masturbation was not discussed; Jenny had a vague idea that it existed, but that was all. She rarely thought about boys, which made her wonder, because the other girls her age seemed to think of nothing else. Determined to do well at the prom, Jenny bought an expensive dress, took dancing lessons, and had her hair intricately styled. And the prom itself had gone well; Jenny’s classmates treated her respectfully for once, and some of the other boys even appeared to be envious of her date.

But after the prom had been a different story. The class had gathered in a local park to celebrate the occasion. Jenny’s date escort bursa drank heavily, and she herself was even persuaded to drink a couple of beers, which she was totally unaccustomed to. Soon Jenny’s date pulled her off into some bushes and began to aggressively grope her. Thinking that this was just what happened at the prom, Jenny put up no resistance. Next thing she knew, Jenny’s date had pulled off her panties and mounted her right there on the muddy ground. The act itself was painful and quick, and afterward Jenny’s date went to drink more with his friends, leaving her to her own devices. Her dress was ruined, and she couldn’t find her panties; she ended up walking home alone, crying all the way, feeling dirty and used. Fortunately, she hadn’t gotten pregnant, and she swore never to put herself in that kind of position again. But word had gotten around, and overnight Jenny had gone from being thought of as a wallflower to being thought of as a slut. She found out later that the boy had stolen her panties and waved them in front of his friends, bragging about having broken her cherry. Jenny was humiliated and thereafter avoided all contact with her classmates, going so far as to feign illness to avoid the last week of school.

By leaving Texas for New England, Jenny felt that she was starting life over. No one knew her here, and though she was still reserved, she walked with a certain confidence. She had chosen her outfit for the day – a silky blue blouse and medium-length black skirt – with care. She still didn’t think she was attractive, but felt that at least she looked as good as it was possible for her to look. Coming to a crossroads, Jenny paused momentarily bursa escort bayan to get her bearings, and then she heard a voice behind her.

“Can I help you find something?”

Jenny swiveled to see who had spoken. It was a girl, blond and tall – at least 5 foot 10 – with piercing blue eyes. She was gorgeous, with a model’s face and physique, and Jenny was so amazed by her that it was a few seconds before she could stammer, “I…I’m looking for Garvin Hall.”

The girl smiled – a wide, winning smile that showed a mouthful of perfect teeth. “This way,” she said, and took Jenny by the arm. Jenny couldn’t believe it. Was everyone here this nice? “My name’s Kristin,” said the blonde. “I’m a senior here.”

“I’m Jenny.”

“Nice to meet you, Jenny,” said Kristin. “I take it you’re a freshman?”

“Yup.”

“Well, welcome to Bowmore.” The two giggled girlishly, then Kristin pointed to her left. “That’s Garvin right there. Good luck.”

Jenny said thanks and started to walk away, but Kristin called out “Wait!” and took a couple steps toward Jenny. “Jenny, I hope you don’t mind my saying this, but I think you’re an extremely beautiful girl. I belong to a sorority called ABD – Alpha Beta Delta – and we’re always looking for quality freshmen. Would you consider pledging?”

Jenny was flabbergasted. “Um… well… sure, I guess.”

“Great!” answered Kristin, flashing her sunny smile. “Wait a sec,” she said, reaching into her backpack and producing a small card. “This tells you where and when. Promise I’ll see you there?”

“Sure,” said Jenny. “Thanks.”

“OK.” Kristin waved goodbye and strode purposefully away, leaving Jenny with her mouth hanging open. She inspected the card; it just said “Freshman Rush, ABD House,” giving an address and a small map. The time was 7:00 that Friday night. Jenny pocketed it and, realizing that she was going to be late, scurried to the classroom.

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Early Friday afternoon Jodie walked over to her old dorm room to pick up a few things. At ABD she now wore the maid’s uniform full time — when it needed to be washed, she went naked or wore a towel — but she still needed some clothes for when she went to class or work.

She had been living in a triple with two other girls, and was surprised to find one of her roommates at home. “Oh… hi, Miri,” she said, her heart immediately starting to beat faster.

Jodie had been harboring a secret crush on Miri for months now, and always felt shy and tongue-tied in her presence. Miri was self-assured, whip-smart, and intimidatingly beautiful, with bold features, long, lustrous black hair, and glittering green eyes. Even today, with unwashed, disheveled hair, dressed in sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, she somehow looked glamorous.

“Hi Jodie,” answered Miri. “Where have you been lately?”

“Well… it’s kind of a long story,” said Jodie sheepishly. “You didn’t go home for Thanksgiving?”

“Nah, I have a ton of work to catch up on, so I decided to just hole up here for a few days. And anyway Thanksgiving at my house is always a drag… people arguing and all kinds of drama. It’s been nice and peaceful here.”

Just from keeping her eyes open and being around, Jodie knew a lot about Miri: That her full name was Miriam Allison Gold, that she was from Long Island, that her father was a prominent lawyer, that she was double-majoring in Economics and Anthropology. Jodie doubted that Miri knew anything about her, and was kind of surprised that Miri had even noticed her absence; she had always been quiet and retiring, whereas Miri had a big personality.

She also had big boobs that she liked to show off, often wearing low-cut tops and/or going braless. Even now, hidden under the T-shirt, they were a noticeable presence in the room. Many times Jodie had watched Miri traipse around topless, and every time she felt a twinge of desire that immediately turned into shame.

But after spending time at Alpha Beta Delta, Jodie had lost that sense of shame, and was a lot less timid than she’d been before. Suddenly feeling bold, she invited Miri to have dinner at ABD that evening. Miri readily accepted, having in truth been lonely and bored after spending Thanksgiving by herself. Jodie packed a duffel bag full of clothes and walked home whistling to herself, feeling excited and nervous, wondering what Miri would think of her new life.

* * *

After exhausting every position and combination, Nicola, Kristin, and Jenny got dressed and went downstairs. Having brought no clothes of their own, Kristin and Jenny borrowed outfits from Nicola. The dress that Kristin chose was a little tight on her, but she looked good in it.

There was an Elvis movie marathon on, and they settled in with popcorn to watch Clambake. After a while Kristin started to get a hankering: It would be really nice to get high while watching this stupid movie from the Sixties. She knew that her parents always kept a little stash in their bedside table, so she excused herself and walked back to her own house.

Not having been told about Jenny’s encounter with Lina Santini, Kristin expected the house to be empty. Everything was quiet as she made her way upstairs and pulled open the door to her parents’ bedroom. But she sensed bursa escort immediately that something was wrong; she was not alone.

The light was dim, so it took her a moment to figure out what she was seeing. And when she did, she could hardly believe it.

Lina Santini was stretched out naked on the bed with her legs spread wide. And there between them was the back of Carol Thompson’s blond head. There was no mistaking it — Kristin’s mother was eating their neighbor’s pussy.

Kristin stood there frozen as Carol slowly looked back over her shoulder. Their eyes locked just for a moment before Kristin hastily backed out the door and closed it behind her.

A minute later Kristin arrived back at the Santinis’ looking dazed and shaken. She flopped down on the couch and stared vacantly at the TV, trying to process what she had just seen.

* * *

When Jodie told Miss White that she’d invited a guest to dinner she felt a little anxious, wondering if she’d overstepped her bounds. But Miss White was pleased that she’d taken the initiative, and even more pleased when Miri arrived, looking smoking hot in a powder-blue dress cut low on top and high underneath. Her sizable breasts, unencumbered by a bra, jiggled pleasantly with every step she took; Miss White fought not to stare at them, not wanting to be crude.

If Miri was at all surprised when Jodie appeared carrying a tray of drinks, dressed for service in the very revealing uniform and wearing a leather collar, she managed not to show it. Dinner was mostly leftovers from the previous night, but it was still quite an excellent meal, and they walked away from the table feeling fat and happy.

After dinner Miss White invited Miri for a drink in the living room and she hesitated for just a moment before saying yes. Something strange was going on here, some deviant drama in which Jodie was playing the role of servant; the sexual charge in the air was unmistakable. And Alexis White had a strong, almost overwhelming presence; Miri was a little out of her depth. But she was feeling well-fed and warm and adventurous, and decided to see what might transpire.

* * *

When Lina Santini returned home just before sundown, Kristin and Jenny put on their coats and went home as well. Kristin and her friend’s mother didn’t speak to each other or make eye contact; something had changed between them. Certainly Kristin didn’t, in any way, disapprove of what she had seen; that would have been beyond hypocritical. But it had surprised her and it was going to take some getting used to.

Back at the house Jenny headed upstairs to take a shower and Kristin went into the kitchen for a glass of water. Carol was there and Kristin found that she had a hard time meeting her mother’s eyes as well. But after they had exchanged awkward chit-chat for a minute Carol spoke seriously to her daughter.

“I guess we should talk about what you saw today.”

Kristin waved her hand. “It’s fine, mom, it’s… it’s your own business.”

“But I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just weird. But you know,” she said, looking into her mother’s eyes for the first time, “you know Jenny and I…”

Carol nodded. “I know. I could tell by the way you act around one another.”

Kristin brightened, escort bursa realizing for the first time that this could work to her advantage. “So it’s OK if she spends the night in my room?”

“Of course,” said Carol. “She’s a lovely girl.” Just for a second Kristin was struck by a crazy vision: she walked into her parents’ bedroom just as she had earlier, but instead of Lina Santini laying there naked with Carol’s head between her legs, it was Jenny. Walking out of the kitchen, Kristin shook her head to try to clear it.

It had never occurred to her that her mother had sex with women, but in a way it gave them a new kind of kinship, and might end up being beneficial for their relationship. She wondered idly if her father knew, but wasn’t necessarily bothered if he didn’t. This didn’t seem like cheating, it was more like… fun.

* * *

As dinner settled in their stomachs Miss White chatted with Miri, asking her questions about herself and her studies, all the time sizing her up. She was quite a lovely specimen: a pretty face, intelligent eyes, a gorgeous head of hair, and a shapely body. By the time Miss White finished her glass of cognac, she had made up her mind: It was time for action.

“Excuse me for a moment,” said Miss White. While she was gone Miri fidgeted nervously in her seat; was she ready, she wondered, for whatever was going to happen next? This was all so new and strange, but there was no denying the way she felt right now: her heart was pounding and she felt an insistent warmth in her nether regions.

When Miss White returned, at first she appeared to be alone. It took Miri a few seconds to notice that she had something in her hand, and then for her eyes to trace down the length of the leash to Jodie, who was following Miss White on her hands and knees.

Jodie sat on her haunches on the middle of the room and Miss White stood, twirling the end of the leash in her hand, looking down at Miri. It suddenly seemed hot in the room, and Miri felt beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. She could sense Miss White’s scrutinizing gaze on her, but could not lift her eyes to return it.

Finally Miss White spoke. “Jodie here has confessed to me that she’s always been attracted to you. Does that surprise you?”

Miri paused before answering. Truth was, she’d caught Jodie staring at her a few times, and wondered. Once or twice she’d even thought about kissing Jodie and seeing what might happen. Though she’d never been with a girl, she’d always been curious.

But to hear it said out loud like that took her aback. “A little,” she said.

“Does it bother you?” inquired Miss White.

Again, Miri took a moment before responding. She shook her head and said, “No.”

Miss White smiled. There had been little doubt in her mind about how this was going to go, but now she was sure. “Would it be OK if she kissed you?”

Miri looked over at Jodie, who was doing her best to remain cool; but when she met Miri’s gaze, there was a look of abject, pleading desire in her eyes. “Sure.”

Miss White walked over to Jodie and unsnapped the leash from her collar. Once released, Jodie knee-walked over to where Miri was, while Miss White took a seat to watch.

Jodie leaned in toward Miri and their lips touched. Miri was amazed at how soft the other girl’s bursa escort bayan lips were; it was a tactile experience unlike any she’d ever had. They kissed for a good long time, softly and sensuously at first, then with increasing fervor. Miri was dimly aware, somewhere in the back of her mind, that Miss White was watching them. And this was a little weird, but somehow just made the situation that much hotter.

Although Jodie had, as always, mentally cast herself in the submissive role — and she was certainly dressed for it — she knew that in this instance she was going to have to take the initiative. She was the one who broke the kiss and began to make her way down Miri’s silky-smooth neck and shoulders.

Miri was shocked at the way she was responding to Jodie’s attentions. Her nipples were rock-hard, pressing insistently into the fabric of her top, and she was squishy wet between the legs. No guy had ever gotten her this ready, this fast.

After lingering over the creamy skin above Miri’s bosom, Jodie at last pulled down first the straps, then the front of her top. Miri’s breasts were absolutely magnificent, both hefty and buoyant, capped with long chocolate-brown nipples. Jodie reached out and cupped Miri’s boobs, feeling their weight; she had always wanted to do that. They were too much for her small hands, but she held them as best she could, feeling the hard buds press into her palms.

How many times had she fantasized about sucking those nipples? And now it was real: She bent forward and took one into her mouth, then the other. Miri sighed. Jodie’s mouth was so sweet and gentle, so unlike the devouring maws of the boys she’d been with.

Miri sat back against the couch, relaxing into the experience she was having. Miss White was watching intently; her expression was neutral, but Miri could sense a hunger behind her eyes. Who was this strange woman that had taken charge of Jodie’s life, and — for the moment at least — her own? She realized that Miss White had asked her a lot of questions without ever revealing anything about herself.

Feeling a tugging sensation, Miri looked down and saw that Jodie was pulling on her dress. She lifted herself up off the couch and wriggled her hips to help Jodie slip the dress down over her hips and off. She was glad that the white lace thong she was wearing was clean, at least, though it was old and had a small hole in it. It wasn’t visible for long, anyway; Jodie hooked her fingers into the waistband on either side and slid it down and off, revealing a prodigious nest of thick black pubic curls. Miri felt a little self-conscious; she had been meaning to trim for awhile but hadn’t gotten around to it. Jodie didn’t mind, though; she wanted nothing more than to bury her face in that beautiful bush. So she did.

* * *

When Jenny stepped out of the shower she found Kristin standing there waiting for her. Before she even had a chance to dry off Kristin had wrapped her in an embrace. Which was nice, but took her somewhat by surprise. “What’s up?” she asked.

“Oh, nothing,” said Kristin. In truth, though, it had been an enormous relief for her to get things out in the open. Kristin had never liked keeping secrets from her mother. Of course, Carol still didn’t know the full extent of what went on at Alpha Beta Delta, and probably never would. Kristin herself sometimes found it hard to believe, and would have found it still harder to explain.

Kristin let Jenny dry off and they climbed into Kristin’s bed together with their books, snuggled close together and happy as clams.

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Lena and Astrid’s wedding was a lavish affair attended by about two hundred guests and held in a stunning rooftop garden. Even Miss White, who was not given to displays of sentimentality, felt herself getting a little misty during the ceremony; Jodie was weeping profusely. The vibrations of love and positivity were so strong that you would have had to be a rock not to feel them.

Both brides wore white, but their outfits were not so much gowns as sleek, simple dresses. Both looked radiantly happy and, remembering their pledge of monogamy, Miss White wished them good luck. If that was what they wanted, more power to them. They certainly seemed to be on the right path to be very happy together.

The bridesmaids were Cat, Charlotte, and a third woman who, based on her coloring, had to be Astrid’s sister. It was possible that she was even more beautiful than Astrid, with cheekbones and curves that were almost obscenely perfect. Miss White enjoyed looking up at the group of five gorgeous women and knowing that she’d had four of them. And who knew what the future might hold?

Looking around at the guests, Miss White thought that every possible combination of age, size, gender, and race was represented. It’s the garden of humanity, she thought, and immediately began to inwardly mock herself for being such a new-age dork.

The ceremony was short, secular, and simple, officiated by a tall, dark-haired woman in a loose-fitting, vaguely priestly garment that somehow managed to be both purple and tasteful. She was quite striking, Miss White thought, with bright, glittering eyes that were a unique shade of aquamarine. She was older than Miss White, though it was hard to tell by how much; she was one of those women who age spectacularly well, and could have been anywhere from 40 to 60. Miss White’s best guess was about 45. Her skin was flawless, though shadows under her eyes indicated that she might have had a bit too much fun the previous night.

There was something very familiar about the officiant, whose name was Monika and who spoke with a very slight but detectable, and rather sexy, German accent. Throughout bursa escort the ceremony Miss White racked her brains trying to figure out why, and only at the very end did it come to her: This was the woman in the fur coat she’d seen last night. Or at least she thought so; it was hard to say for sure.

When the ceremony was over everyone walked to a huge, high-ceilinged ballroom for the reception. The food was multiethnic and fantastic; the wine was French and vintage. The music, when it started after dinner, was soulful and upbeat, leaning heavily toward New Orleans funk. Jodie raced to the dance floor as soon as it started, and Miss White fully intended to join her, but she had something she wanted to do first.

Throughout the meal she’d been craning her head to get a better look at Monika, trying to make up her mind: Was this the mystery woman, or not? She’d changed her mind a dozen times, but now a spot had opened up next to Monika as people went to dance, and Miss White decided to go straight to the source.

Their eyes had met several times during dinner and Monika had clearly been wondering who this was checking her out and why. Miss White sat and introduced herself, complimented Monika on the ceremony, then made some small talk before finally blurting out the question that she had been dying to ask.

“This might seem like an odd question,” said Miss White apologetically. “But do you own a fur coat?”

Monika cocked her head and smiled. “In fact I do. It was my grandmother’s.”

Miss White grinned like a little kid who’s just been offered ice cream. “I saw you last night.”

“You’re not one of those anti-fur people, are you?” said Monika, in the tone of one who had been down that road before. “Because this particular animal has been dead for more than fifty years.”

“Goodness, no,” said Miss White. “I mean, I’m not personally running around slaughtering minks. But a good fur is…” She searched for the right word. “Divine.”

“I agree, Alexis, absolutely,” said Monika, lifting her wine glass. “Cheers.”

There was a half-full wine glass in front of Miss White, so she escort bursa drank from it, forgetting for the moment that it wasn’t hers. Then, spotting Jodie gyrating to the throbbing bass booming from speakers across the room, she excused herself. “It was nice meeting you,” she said. “I’m off to the dance floor. See you there?”

“Without a doubt,” said Monika. “I need to change first, though,” she said, looking down at her elegant but hardly dance-friendly garment.

Miss White waded into the crowd and lost herself in dancing, checking out the pretty girls, watching Jodie dance, and watching people watch Jodie dance. When Monika appeared about 20 minutes later she looked completely different: her hair was down and she had on a very small, very sheer black dress that few women her age would have dared; she rocked it with authority. She had, Miss White quickly noticed, absolutely breathtaking legs and smallish but perfectly shaped breasts. On the whole, any woman of any age would have been happy to look as good as she did.

Miss White let herself float around, dancing some with Jodie, spending a little time with Cat and Charlotte, paying her compliments to the brides. She even danced a bit with the third bridesmaid, whose name, she had learned, was Annika. Looking over at Jodie, Miss White saw that Monika was now dancing right next to her, none-too-subtly checking out the way Jodie’s body moved as she danced. It looked like Jodie’s boobs might pop out of her dress at any moment, and Monika seemed inclined to make sure she was watching when they did.

This was interesting; Miss White debated whether to join them, or to stay away and see what might develop. The truth was, she was starting to feel a bit worn out; without her really noticing it, several hours had passed. She decided it would be nice to just sit and watch for a while.

She went to the bar and asked for a cognac, pleasantly surprised to find that they had several to choose from. She asked for an Armagnac. The snifter had just been handed to her when she heard a voice behind her. “That is the best idea anyone’s had all day.” It was Monika, bursa escort bayan still glistening with sweat from the dance floor, looking younger and more vibrant than ever.

Cradling their snifters, as if by unspoken agreement, Miss White and Monika walked to the other end of the ballroom, where two overstuffed chairs sat by a window overlooking the lights of Las Vegas.

This time it was Monika who had a question for Miss White. “That lovely young lady I was just with,” Monika said, gesturing in the direction of the dancers, “I believe her name is Jodie?” Miss White nodded. “Pardon me for asking this, but are the two of you… related?”

Miss White sipped her brandy and thought for a moment before answering. “No,” she answered. “Nothing like that. We’re…” And here she trailed off. What was their relationship, exactly? They were lovers, to be sure — more than lovers; Jodie’s devotion to Miss White was near-total, and Miss White had not yet begun to really reckon with the power of her own feelings. But they were also a sorority house manager and a college student; and for Alexis White, discretion and a commitment to privacy were not just habits, they were a way of life.

“Well, it’s complicated,” she said finally.

“I understand,” responded Monika in sympathetic tones. “I have some… complicated things in my life as well. I’m sorry for prying. When I’m curious about something I like to find it out, and sometimes I’m a regular bull in a china shop.”

“I’m the same way myself,” said Miss White. “No offense taken. Here’s something I’m curious about… how do you fit into all this?”

Monika grinned. “Many years ago, I was married to Astrid and Annika’s father, and we’ve remained close.” As if more explanation were required, she added, “That was before I knew who I was.”

After that they sat in silence for awhile — but it was not an awkward silence, more like the serene silence of old friends. Finally Jodie appeared; the party was beginning to wind down. Without a word she curled up at Miss White’s feet and rested her head on the older woman’s lap. Miss White stroked her hair gently and affectionately while looking over at Monika. It was hard to make out Monika’s facial expression in the dimness, but those spectacular eyes were aglitter with life. It had been an interesting day already, and promised to get more interesting still.

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A small, 5 foot 1 inch woman approached the front desk of her coed dorm. Her hair was a messy river of ember red curls, sitting atop her head in a half-assed bun which bounced as she walked enthusiastically towards the receptionist. Behind the desk were two women, probably around 20 years old, both staring down at their phones until the red head started her over-eager introduction.

“Hi guys! Um, my name is Amber Hunt. I’m a sophomore, a-a transfer actually from Evergreen State! I was supposed to be getting my room assignment today.” Her voice wavered with excitement as she nervously tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

At the sound of the young girl, one of the women behind the desk looked up. Her eyes lingered on Amber’s large chest, slowly making their way up to her lips before finally stopping at the appropriate eye contact.

The woman, Amber noted, was quite attractive. She had smaller breasts, around an A cup, which were obviously not contained within a bra. Her nipple piercings pushed hard against the thin fabric of her tank top. Black hair cropped into a choppy pixie cut framed the sharp angles of her cheekbones, red lipstick tinted her lips like a popsicle stain.

The black haired woman popped her bubble gum. “Oh? I wasn’t aware that we had any transfers. Isn’t it only like a week into the first semester?” With that she turned towards the woman near her, a more voluptuous woman with huge breasts and long brunette hair that hung in straight shiny locks to her lower back, and put her hand on her forearm, squeezing hard.

The second woman addressed Amber. “Yeah, let me consult with the head of the residential life committee real quick. My name is Erin Renner. And this girl next to me-” she motioned towards the black haired girl, whose smoldering kohl lined eyes were fixated on Ambers nipples, which her slightly hard under her ratty t shirt. “-is Margo. She and I are actually Alpha Kappa representatives. Our job is to guide new students and recruit them into the sorority.” With this, she pulled out a flyer from her back pocket with a flourish and handed it to Amber, who stood there stunned.

Amber decided to speak up. “Well, I’d be more than happy to wait for assignments, how long do you think it would take?”

Erin waved her hand in the air. “The Res Life president is also the Vice President of Alpha Kappa, so she is pretty busy at the moment. I mean she should find you secure housing within a week or two.”

Amber’s eyes widdened with panic. “Oh gosh I don’t really have a place to stay or any backup plan or money. Could I speak to her personally?”

Margo licked her lips as she spoke to the nervous red head. “I mean I could see if I could set up an appointment for later today. She’s my sister actually-” she laughed as she stared this, swinging her legs off of the desk “-so it shouldn’t be too hard. Just bear with me as I try to recruit you today. We are all supposed to have at least 3 people interested in the sorority by the end of the week and I have like, none.”

Erin glanced over at her friend, a sly smile pulling at her lips. She pulled Margo to the side for bursa escort a second, and they whispered in each others ears in a giggling tone.

Erin turned back around, crossing her arms around her chest and pushing her breasts together. “Yeah, Margo will take you to see Avery, that’s the President of Res Life, and we will see what we can do.”

Before she could consider her options, Amber was knocked off balance by Margo as she wrapped her arms around her, pressing Amber’s breasts into her chest.

“This is going to be so much fun!” She exclaimed, exhaling into Amber’s ear before pulling back and grabbing her hand. “Let’s get going! I’ll give you a tour of some of the campus on the way to the AK house!”

And they were off, Amber being dragged behind the petite girl. Amber felt a little self conscious around Margo. Margo was thin, all hip bones and cheek bones and collar bones. She had thick lashed eyes and full lips that Amber found her eyes drawn to. Amber herself wasn’t ugly or anything, but she wasn’t skinny by any stretch of the imagination. She was average, lacking a flat belly and her thighs touched each other as she walked. Her more curvaceous features weren’t necessarily a bad thing though. She was blesssed with breasts that baaaaarely fit in her D cup bra, and a large voluptuous ass with hips that curved inwards at the waist.

Her face was soft and round, and she had large doe like green eyes and a button nose that was dusted with freckles.

Her glossy lips opened as she tried to stimulate a conversation with Margo.

“So…how’s Alpha Kapa?”

Margo shot a glance at Amber and slowed her gait until she was right next to the girl, wrapping her left arm around Amber’s waist casually.

“Well it’s great and all. Positive nice sisters and all that crap. But the real draw of it is the power that comes with it.”

They rounded a corner and Amber could spot the large sorority house in the distance. Margo’s fingers walked their way further down on Amber’s waist, finding themselves at her hip bone. Amber tried to pull away casually but found herself pulled back in towards the black haired girl.

“The Macaluso’s, the family that’s spearheaded the sorority for generations, are INCREDIBLY well off and way up on the political food chain. They have their manicured talons dipped in almost every industry in North America and Europe. Basically if you find favor within the sorority, they can place you in any position in any career that you want. I mean, not everyone gets to be a favorite but everyone sees some benefit from the Macaluso’s generosity.” Margo bit her lip as they made a stop by the oak tree in front of the house.

She positioned herself in front of Amber, backing her into the oak and leaning in a little more than what social norms deemed appropriate.

“Anna Macaluso is a giving woman. She always makes sure that her favorites get what’s best for them. You’ll definitely be intrigued by her when you meet her she can be quite…convincing.” Margo slid her hand down Amber’s hip and turned it inward between her thighs, pushing slightly upward but escort bursa not…quite…there.

Amber gasped nervously. “What are you-”

“Shh shh shh.” Margo put her finger to Amber’s lips, smiling. “Let me finish. And if Anna’s persuasive skills are ever a little rusty, her political and economic power will definitely make sure she gets what she wants. It’s a good lesson in the food chain out in the real world, and how to climb up it. She will-” Margo leaned in close near Amber’s ear. “deeeeefinitely take care of your situation. That is, if my sister can’t figure out your whole housing situation. And Avery is quite serious about getting the opinions of her higher ups before making any decisions so, you’ll be meeting Anna sooner or later.”

Margo pushed grabbed the hairtie that held Amber’s hair up and pull it off, sending locks of hair cascading down the girl’s back and shoulders. “Better, my sister and I both like the color red.” She winked and pulled on Amber’s arm.

“Come on don’t be shy! Let’s go in!”

Amber was walked into the large stately building, past many whispering girls walking around in loungewear (or their underwear), and up the stairs to the top floor, which seemed to hold a large office.

Margo stopped at the large door and cracked the door open, talking to someone who was supposedly behind it.

“I brought the girl I texted you about Avery!”

With that, Amber was shoved into the room, Margo making sure to push her forward by touching her shapely butt before shutting the door behind her.

The red head found herself in a room with walls lined with books, awards and trophies.

As she stood there, trying to process the near sexual assault that had just transpired, she heard a woman clear her throat and jerked her head upward.

“So, we haven’t found you a room yet huh?” The woman who spoke was a couple of years older than Amber. She sat on a large mahogany table, arms crossed in front of her C cups. Her dark black hair was pulled back into a tidy ponytail. She was wearing a shorter, tight skirt and a shiny black blazer that covered a deep v-necked shirt.

“Yeah um I was pretty sure that I signed up for the coed Lion Dorms online but maybe I didn’t submit it or something? Your sister told me you could help.”

The woman, Amber assumed she was Avery, nodded and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

“Okay well to my knowledge you have made no payment towards on campus housing.

Furthermore-” she flipped through a Manila folder. “It seems you were several hundred dollars short on your tuition.”

Amber stuttered, shocked. “A lady over at financial aid said that-” she was cut off abruptly.

“I don’t care what some lady over at financial aid said. You’re short and you’ve made no payment towards your housing bill either. So, to my knowledge. You have no business attending this school yet.”

Amber began to tear up, rubbing her temples with her hands. “What do you mean? I’ve saved up for years so that I could transfer to this school. There is just no way that-“

“Anyway,” Avery uncrossed her legs, bursa escort bayan lingering just long enough so that Amber could see her lack up underwear underneath before crossing them again. “What I can do is talk to Anna. If you became a pledge at AK maybe we could work out some way of helping you with housing. And, if you are obedient and Anna takes a liking to you, we could possibly get you some financial assistance.”

Amber shook her head. “I’m sorry but I have no interest in joining any sororities!”

Avery rolled her eyes, “then you have no choice but to be suspended until you can pay all of your tuition and housing payments. And of course you’ll fall behind on your coursework. And I doubt that Anna will be happy to hear that you aren’t so fond of her sorority. She has quite the pull with the administration here, seeing as her uncle is the president of the university and her aunt is dean.”

Amber’s eyes widened. “Please ok I’ll do it, I’ll become a pledge”

Avery tutted at her, wagging her finger. “No no no you can’t just go back like that. You’ve offended me, pet.” She threw head back and laughed. “You’ll have to prove yourself to me before I beg your case in front of Anna.”

Nodding eagerly, Amber approached the desk. “How can I do that? I’ll do anything please.”

Avery’s eyes narrowed. “Anna should be back soon. Strip.”

Confused, Amber stuttered back a response as she blushed. “Excuse me? To my underwear?”

Avery’s smile grew. “Don’t be silly, I know that you aren’t wearing a bra, and probably not panties by how nice your ass looks in those yoga pants. Strip naked, pet. Trust me it’s nothing to be scared of. We are quite body positive and sexually liberal around her.”

As Amber hesitated, Avery narrowed her eyes further as if to signal that her patience was growing short.

Quickly, and with a slight whimper, Amber threw off her shirt and pulled down her tights, stepping out of them.

Avery’s eyes dragged over the girl’s body lewdly. “Nice breasts, tight ass. Nice to see someone with hips finally. Now get over here and lay down.” She jumped off of the desk and patted the spot where she once sat.

Amber meekly made her way over and sat down.

“Lay down.”

Amber did as the older girl commanded. Avery walked around the table and pulled chained furry cuffs up. The cuffs, seemingly connected to the desks legs (was this pre-planned? How often did it happen?) were attached to Ambers wrists and ankles, locking her in a spread eagle position, gazing at the ceiling.

“Now,” Avery’s voice was sickly sweet, and Amber could almost feel the woman’s breath drag over her body. “we are going to wait for Anna and be a good girl. Until then,” Amber felt Avery twist her nipple and let out a whimper in response. “Let’s have some fun!”

*****

Hey guys, author here. This story is basically just a collection of all of the fantasies I had as a freshman girl at a large university (where I was always surrounded by incredibly hot women haha).

Let me know if you’d like me to continue, I’m not a very confident writer, and this is my first erotic story so I’m a little out of my element. I know it’s slow to get to the sex, but it won’t always be that way haha sorry.

Please comment if you’d like me to continue, or any tips you have.

Thanks!

Love,

Quartz

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The room was mostly quiet, except for the occasional moan, sucking sounds and soft music playing on the stereo. Shannon and Tracy were nude on the couch in the ’69’ position, giving each other a serious tongue fucking while my assistant and I watched.

A month after her first photo session with us, Shannon called to tell us that she had sent “selected” images from the shoot on a CD to her boyfriend serving in Iraq. He wasn’t angry, as she had feared he might be. He liked them so much that he asked for more. She sent the more graphic ones to him and received a call from him the day he received the CD. He told her that he was so turned on by them that he had a boner all day, and asked for still more.

She wanted another appointment and asked if she could bring a friend. She said that she’d shown the pictures to her best friend at work and that she wanted to watch the next photo session. My assistant, Rebecca, reserved another Friday afternoon session for her.

True to her word, Shannon showed up for her second photo shoot with her friend, Tracy. Shannon is a petite blue-eyed blonde with small breasts. Tracy turned out to be a tall (6′) large breasted young woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes. Shannon showed up in a flower print summer halter-top dress and Tracy wore a tank top with shorts that showed off her legs.

Rebecca had Shannon sign a release in the office before escorting the women into the studio. Tracy asked, “just in case I decide to have a couple of pictures of myself today, should I sign a form too?”

“That would be a good idea,” Rebecca said as she handed her a release form and a pen.

Once in the studio, where I was setting up for the shoot, Shannon walked over to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week. I’m glad you had an opening!”

“We’ll always be able to find time to photograph you, Shannon, “I said, “the camera loves you.”

“Thanks!” she replied, “everyone who’s seen the pictures, especially my boyfriend, liked them. By the way, Justin, this is Tracy, she’s my best friend.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Tracy,” I said as I smiled held my hand out to her.

“I’m glad to meet the photographer who made those really sexy pictures of Shannon,” she told me as we shook hands.

“Perhaps we can photograph you too, some day,” I said, “I hope you’ll be comfortable with the type of photos we will be making of Shannon this afternoon.”

She responded, “I don’t have a problem with nudity, if that’s what you mean. After I saw Shannon’s pictures I nearly raped my boyfriend that night!”

I laughed and said, “Can we quote you in an ad for our services? That would get us some more business for sure!”

“You can if you don’t use my name,” Tracy said.

I looked over at Rebecca and told her, “Make a note of that for our next ad campaign.”

Rebecca nodded and said to the girls, “We might as well get started. Shannon, what do you have in mind? You didn’t bring a suitcase of outfits this time.”

“I didn’t think I’d need anything at all for most of the pictures,” she said, “is that OK?”

“Of course,” Rebecca replied, “come on over here. Justin’s ready and time’s a-wasting’ girl!”

“There’s wine on the table over there,” I injected, “help yourself if you want.”

All three women took me up on my offer as I started some smooth jazz playing softly on the stereo. Rebecca took charge, positioning Shannon to the side of the couch in front of a powder-blue paper backdrop.

“Why don’t we start with your right shoulder toward the camera,” she instructed, “You can start shooting any time you like what you see, Justin.”

“Like this?” Shannon asked as she followed Rebecca’s instructions and placed her hands on her hips.

“Good,” Rebecca went on, “look at the camera. Chin down, sultry look, chest out, nice! Got that Justin?”

“Got it all…looks great. Check the monitor,” I said.

I have a large monitor on a stand that shows each frame after it’s downloaded to the computer. Tracy moved so she could watch it and the set at the same time. Shannon checked the last shot and happily told me, “It makes me look like a pinup girl…I like it!”

After some more shots as Rebecca directed Shannon, Tracy asked if we could get some shots of them both. Rebecca grinned at me, then turned to Tracy and told her, “sure, come on over.”

When Tracy joined Shannon on the set, Rebecca got a beach ball that we keep around as a prop and tossed it to them, shouting, “CATCH!” I’d seen her do that before and was ready to press the shutter button when they reached for it at the same time. The image on the monitor confirmed that I’d gotten the shot at just the right moment. The ball was frozen at the top of the frame as they reached toward it with smiling faces. Tracy’s breasts were threatening to burst through her tank top, or at least that’s how they looked in the photo.

After a few more poses I suggested we take a break. Rebecca poured more wine for the girls while I scanned bursa escort through the shots that we’d gotten so far. Both Shannon and Tracy were enthusiastic about what they saw on the large monitor. “I wasn’t sure that I wanted to have my picture taken today,” said Tracy, “but those are really nice.”

“I hope you will allow me to photograph you more,” I flattered her, “you’re very pretty and look really nice in pictures.”

She smiled at me and answered sweetly, “thanks, you make it easy.”

After a few more minutes Rebecca escorted Shannon back onto the set, this time positioning her in front of the couch. “Give Justin a smile,” she instructed and Shannon looked at me, smiled and folded her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up to create all of the cleavage that she could with small breasts. I snapped a couple of frames and smiled back at her. Tracy was standing where she could watch both Shannon’s posing and the monitor.

Rebecca suggested that Shannon run a hand under the halter top of her dress, over a breast, then untie the top and drop one side, leaving the breast covered by her hand.

“You’re just full of good ideas today, aren’t you?” Shannon responded.

Rebecca said with a wink, “Just doing my job, girl. Remember, you can try any ideas you have too.”

I just kept quiet, knowing that Rebecca had done a great job of directing Shannon during her last photo session. I kept pressing the shutter button as Shannon slipped her right hand under the fabric, pulled the tie loose behind her neck with her other hand and let the left side of her top fall forward. She first looked down as if to verify that she was properly covered, then, gave the camera a sexy look that could have melted a glacier.

As I captured images she twisted slowly to one side, revealing the soft curve of her left breast. Then, she separated her fingers allowing the nipple to peek between them. She closed her eyes and softly stroked her breast, pinching the stiffening nipple once or twice.

I glanced over at Tracy who appeared to be mesmerized by Shannon’s sexy activity. Her nipples confirmed my suspicion that she hadn’t worn a bra under her tank top.

“Hey, girlfriend! Why don’t you get in the picture with me?” Shannon asked Tracy, who ‘woke up’ and agreed, moving onto the set and stood beside Shannon.

“OK then, “said Rebecca, “Shannon, stay as you are and Tracy, get behind her, up fairly close. Tie your top back up, Shannon.”

Shannon did as requested and Tracy stationed herself behind her. Both women stood facing the rear of the studio with their left sides to the camera. It was quite a contrast with petite Shannon in front of Tracy who was almost 10 inches taller.

Rebecca continued her direction, “Tracy, when I tell you to, I want you to untie Shannon’s top slowly drop both sides while following with your hands, using them to hide her boobs from the camera, OK?”

Tracy asked, “You want me to touch them?”

“You’ll have to if you are going to shield them from the camera’s view,” Rebecca answered, “Is that OK with you, Shannon?”

“You know it is!” was Shannon’s reply.

Rebecca moved out of the frame and nodded to Tracy. I captured images as Tracy reached tentatively to untie the strings holding Shannon’s top up. As she released the sides of the top she followed them over Shannon’s shoulders with her hands, ending up with her hands over her friend’s breasts. “Oh, your nipples are hard as pebbles!” she exclaimed, as they pressed into her palms.

“Gee, I wonder why?” Shannon said, sarcastically. They both laughed and Tracy kept her hands on Shannon’s breasts as I moved to different positions, capturing images. Tracy became bolder and bent kiss the back of Shannon’s neck while squeezing Shannon’s boobs and, occasionally, tweaking her nipples. Eventually, her inhibitions gone, she moved around to the other side and kissed Shannon’s nipples eliciting a moan. Shannon responded by placing her hands on Tracy’s big breasts, massaging them through the fabric of her tank top.

“Kiss her,” Rebecca softly said, not directing her direction at a specific woman.

Tracy reacted to that by releasing Shannon’s nipple, which she had been sucking on, and standing up straight, eyes on her friend’s, attempting to detect approval. Shannon, being a bit more experienced at kissing another girl, took the initiative and stood on her toes to reach Tracy’s lips. They closed their eyes and kissed, not removing their hands from their friend’s breasts.

They both must have liked it because they removed hands from tits and embraced for another, more passionate kiss. When they finally parted they both looked over at Rebecca, totally ignoring me, and grinned.

“That wasn’t what I expected,” Tracy said, “I thought it would be gross, but it was actually very nice.”

“As Rebecca told me last time I was here, girls know what girls like!” Shannon said.

“We sure do,” Rebecca agreed, “so, are you ladies ready for the next step?”

“I am!” Shannon said enthusiastically.

“I bursa escort bayan guess I am too,” Tracy answered, somewhat more reserved.

Shannon said to her friend, “Come on…don’t get cold feet now. We talked about it and you said you thought it would be fun.”

“It’s just that this is different that just talking about doing it. I’ve never touched a girl the way we did just now, it’s strange.”

“You’ll get used to it quickly, I did,” said Shannon, “besides, Rebecca is good at helping a lady get comfortable with another girl for the first time.” Looking over at “Rebecca,” she asked, “Will you get us started like you did with me? That really helped me the first time.”

“Of course,” she replied, “OK by you, Tracy?”

Tracy thought about it for a second, and then she replied, “I guess…I really don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Well then, let’s get started!”

She walked over to Tracy, gave her a quick peck on the lips and reached to the hemline of her top, pulling it over her head. Tracy’s magnificent boobs were displayed for the first time to my delight.

“You’re turn…” she said, “Take my top off, then my bra.”

Tracy unbuttoned Rebecca’s shirt and helped her get it off. Then she reached around to unhook the bra, saying, “This is awkward. I’m used to unhooking my own bra but not someone else’s.”

“You’ll get used to it,” her friend replied as she dropped her sundress to the floor and stepped out of her panties to reveal her bikini-trimmed pubic patch. She didn’t have much more than a thin strip of pubic hair that ran from the top of her labia up her mound a couple of inches.

Rebecca finished undressing herself, kicking her slacks and panties aside. She reached over to help Tracy out of her shorts but Tracy stopped her. “I haven’t ever shaved down there. You girls are trimmed or shaved but I’m really hairy.”

“What do you do when you wear a swimsuit?” Shannon asked.

“I usually don’t wear one, just short shorts and a bikini top,” Tracy replied.

“I think you need a shave! Do you guys have a razor here?” Shannon asked Rebecca.

“Of course, we keep that kind of stuff for girls who need a touch-up before their swimsuit photos,” Rebecca answered and went to get the shaving kit.

The girls seemed to have pretty much forgotten that I was watching because, when Rebecca returned, Tracy quickly removed her shorts and panties leaving all three women naked. She displayed a full dark brown bush. At Shannon’s direction she sat on a towel that Rebecca had spread on the couch and spread her legs. I quietly documented the operation with my camera.

Shannon knelt between her legs and took the tube of shaving cream and a wet washrag from Rebecca. She wet the curly hair with the washrag, then spread the cream over her bush and down between her legs as Rebecca (and I) watched.

Rebecca took over and replaced Shannon between Tracy’s legs. She expertly removed every hair from Tracy’s mons, inner thighs and pussy, occasionally massaging the shaving cream into the bush and, I noticed, running her finger through Tracy’s slit once or twice as she watched the operation.

“It’s cold,” Tracy complained.

“You’ll get used to it soon,” Rebecca told her, “and you’ll love it. You’ll never let it grow out again, I promise.” She used a finger to remove the last vestiges of the shaving cream and squirted some after-shave lotion onto one palm.

“This is a warming and soothing lotion,” she told Tracy, “It will make the cool feeling fade and keep you from itching.” She spread it over both hands and applied it to the now-hairless crotch in front of her. She paid special attention to Tracy’s pussy, including a few more swipes of a finger through her pussy slit.

When that happened, Tracy closed her eyes and trembled a bit.

Rebecca took that as an invitation to continue, which she did with gusto, rubbing the woman’s pussy vigorously, making sure she contacted her clitoris from time to time. Her efforts bore fruit in the form of increasingly fast breathing and more trembles.

Shannon sat beside Tracy on the couch. She took Tracy’s hand and placed it on her neatly trimmed mound, pushing Tracy’s finger against her clit. Tracy opened her eyes and looked at Shannon’s face, then took over by massaging her pussy and running a finger between her labia.

“You know,” Tracy quietly said, “I’ve never done anything like this. You’ll have to let me know if I hurt you or what feels good, OK?”

“Just do whatever Rebecca does and don’t worry about hurting me. You’ll know when you are doing it right (she took a quick breath and moaned)…THAT was doing it right!” Shannon told her.

I had zoomed in for a close-up of Shannon’s pussy and got a shot when Tracy had inserted the tip of a finger into Shannon’s vagina. She lost all vestiges of any inhibitions she had come with. Shannon reacted predictably when she felt the invasion, pressing herself against Tracy’s hand and making happy sounds.

While Tracy was administering escort bursa to Shannon’s needs, Rebecca was still positioned between Tracy’s legs. She bent forward and lightly kissed her pussy, then ran her tongue up the slit, pausing for a clitty tickle. Tracy paused to contemplate the new sensation and then resumed her pussy play. Rebecca placed both hands on Tracy’s inner thighs and used her thumbs to spread the outer lips, giving her unrestricted access to the rosebud within. She used her tongue to stimulate the clitoris while probing the woman’s vagina with two fingers. It wasn’t long until both Tracy and Shannon were racing each other down parallel paths to orgasm.

Shannon was writhing in ecstasy on the couch but had enough presence of mind to twist toward Tracy and put a lip-lock on a nipple. This brought her friend to a fever pitch. Tracy shouted, “OoH! Yesss! Lick it…suck it! That feels so good!”

She had Rebecca administering therapy between her legs and Shannon playing with her tit and had lost her focus on Shannon’s pussy.

Feeling neglected, Shannon pulled her mouth from the nipple that she had been sucking and said, “This isn’t working for me! My poor little pussy is being left out of the fun.”

Opening her eyes, Tracy looked over at Shannon and told her, “I’m sorry. I was so wrapped up in my feelings that I forgot yours. How can I make it up to you?”

“I have an idea,” Shannon answered, “Lay down on your back.”

Rebecca had stopped her tongue fucking of Tracy and sat back on her heels to see what Shannon had in mind. Tracy smiled at Shannon and did as requested. Shannon got up and motioned for Rebecca to move from her position, then knelt on the floor near Tracy’s head. She bent forward and kissed her friend who enthusiastically returned the kiss. Shannon pressed her tongue between Tracy’s lips and Tracy returned the favor.

After a few moments, Shannon moved her head down Tracy’s body, kissing her chin, her upper chest and then one of her erect nipples, pausing to suck it and gently nibble before continuing on to her stomach.

Tracy’s breathing had become ragged as she anticipated what her friend had in mind. Shannon looked up at her face and asked, “Are you OK with this?”

“Yes, yes, please keep going,” Tracy softly answered.

Shannon stood up and got onto the couch, placing her knees on opposite sides of Tracy’s chest and facing her feet. She lowered her pussy to Tracy’s face while positioning her own face between her friend’s legs. “Follow my lead,” she playfully told Tracy as she kissed her pussy, then inserted her tongue between the folds of her pussy.

Tracy responded in kind, first kissing then licking Shannon’s well-lubricated pussy. The room was mostly quiet, except for the occasional moan, sucking sounds and soft music playing on the stereo. Shannon and Tracy were nude on the couch in the ’69’ position, giving each other a serious tongue fucking while my assistant and I watched. I, of course, continued to document the activity with my camera.

Rebecca had donned a robe and moved to my side. “There’s that old familiar fat bulge in the front of your pants again, I see, “she whispered.

“Occupational hazard,” I quipped.

She reached over and gave my cock a playful squeeze, which made me loose my concentration for a moment. I managed to regain my composure and continue shooting pictures as she deftly unzipped my pants and disconnected my belt. She pulled my pants and briefs down around my ankles and my erection sprang out.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I whispered to her.

“Just making you more comfortable,” Rebecca softly answered as she wrapped a hand around the base of my rod and gave it a few pumps.

“That is highly unprofessional young woman,” I quietly but sternly told her, “and above and beyond the call of duty.”

She simply said, “I know,” and continued the hand job. Occasionally she would pause and spit on my dick for additional lubrication. Her robe had fallen open and I could see her breasts dancing with the motion of her arm which helped drive me to my climax in record time.

“I’m going to cum,” I whispered between labored breaths.

Rebecca’s response to my warning was to encircle the head of my rod with her lips and tickle me with her tongue while gently squeezing my nut-sac with her other hand. That was all it took for me to hit my climax, shooting a hot load down her throat as she pumped and sucked me dry.

“Thanks, you’re the best assistant I’ve ever had,” I whispered, trying not to call attention to our activity by the girls on the couch.

“I’m the only assistant you’ve ever had,” she corrected me, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of the robe and then re-tying the sash.

I managed to get my briefs and pants back up and secured while watching our clients’ activity on the couch. There wasn’t much to photograph at that point. One was on top of the other with heads between each other’s legs, licking and sucking. It gave me a chance to fully recover from Rebecca’s mercy handjob.

Then the volcano erupted (figuratively speaking) when Tracy screamed and bucked her hips, practically throwing Shannon off of her. To her credit, Shannon held on and maintained contact with Tracy’s pussy through most of her orgasm.

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I’ve been experiencing a bit of writer’s block surrounding “A Trip in the Fall” and the direction in which to take it. With that being said, this is another true story about my girlfriend Abi and I. I hope you enjoy it and as always I appreciate ratings and feedback.

***

Over the July 4th weekend, a woman Abi knew from her high school days got married, and she had asked Abi to be a bridesmaid. Abi readily accepted, but seeing as how she had only ever mentioned her in passing, I was a little confused. If you haven’t read any of my other stories about Abi, a quick refresh: Abi grew up in an extremely religious home and it wasn’t until 3 years ago she “escaped.” She works for a former FWB of mine which is how we met. We’ve been together for a little over a year, and it wasn’t until this past Thanksgiving that her family and her started to reconcile, so meeting someone from her past was a bit surprising to me. She explained that while she was good friends with the girl throughout school, her parents really hadn’t shown much interest in her because the girl wasn’t devout enough according to her parents, so she only kept in contact through social media in secret until she moved out of her parents’.

Jen (The Bride to Be) asked Abi to be her bridesmaid last October so the proceeding 8 months were filled with wedding events from dress fittings, to wedding party get-togethers and your other typical wedding events. I finally got to meet Jen in late May when she and her fiancé had the entire wedding party and their significant others over for a BBQ. Everyone seemed nice and what I would consider normal, which was nice, so any apprehension I had about going to a wedding where I knew only Abi was abated.

The wedding was being held at a small resort on one of the lakes in our state which provided everything to the wedding party. There was even a nice golf course on site that myself and a couple of the other significant others took advantage of on the morning of the wedding.

*Wedding Weekend-Friday*

Abi and I arrived on Friday evening after a 2 hour drive and did the whole rehearsal, then dinner thing. Being that it was more casual, I wore a pair of golf shorts, a polo and boat shoes, but as always, it was Abi who “stole the show.” She emerged from the bathroom before we headed down wearing a navy blue dress that fell to her mid-thigh, sleeveless, with white, lace like circular trim that ran up the center. When she entered the room and sat down on the bed to put her shoes on, all I could say was, “Wow.”

Looking up and smiling as she clasped her shoes, “Pick your mouth off the floor, and keep your hands to yourself tonight mister.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then you will have to play golf with morning wood.”

“NO FAIR!”

Abi laughed and stood, then ushered me out of the room and down to the room where the rehearsal was taking place. The rehearsal took about an hour, and I sat in the back talking with the other guys whose wives/gfs were in the wedding. After the rehearsal we all headed to one of the restaurants onsite for dinner. I was once again seated with Abi and out of habit rested my hand on her knee/thigh. She shot me a quick glare and I removed it subtly. I gave her an odd look and she picked up her phone and began texting. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, when I looked at it, I was greeted with “I’m not wearing panties and I can’t have you getting me wet and it show on this dress!”

“Well what’d you do that for?”

“I forgot to pack a thong and I can’t have panty lines. We were rushed getting out after work!”

I smirked and texted back, “Well whose fault is that, certainly not mine?”

I put my phone away and placed my hand back on her leg, only moving it once dinner came so I could eat. The entire time, I could feel Abi shifting a bit under my touch and when I would smile at her she’d glare and then smile back.

Over the next few hours, we had dinner and dessert, then drinks and overall enjoyed ourselves. As the clock struck 10, the head waiter announced that it was the last call on the tab that the groom’s family had. We each got one more drink, and then excused ourselves to head back to our room, Abi confirming when hair and makeup was scheduled for, and me confirming that I had an 8:15 tee time with a couple of the other guys. We exited the restaurant and made our way to the elevators. Entering it, we found ourselves alone for the ride to the 8th floor. As the doors shut, Abi turned to me and glared, “That was so not cool!”

I laughed, “I always keep my hand on your leg, and you were the one who forgot to bring the right underwear and had to go without. That’s a you problem.”

Abi glared back and for a split second I thought I maybe had screwed up, but she got her devilish grin and replied, “You’re right, I am the one who screwed up, what are you gonna do about it?”

As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, I responded, “I’ll show you. Room. Now.”

I followed Abi out of the elevator and gave her görükle escort a swat on the ass, causing her to squeal. We hurriedly entered the room, and no sooner than the door was shut and latched, Abi turned to me, threw her clutch on the dresser, and said, “Don’t leave me wondering.”

I pulled my polo over my head then said, “Dress, shoes, off.”

Abi nodded her head and simply said, “Yes sir.” Hearing her being submissive was a huge turn on for me; we have dabbled a bit in domination but neither one of us was super into it. Anymore it’s just simple me telling her what to do to change things up on occasion.

She reached behind her back, pulled the zipper of her dress as I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them and my boxers to the floor, allowing my cock to spring free. As I stepped out of my shorts, I looked to see Abi’s dress falling to the floor. We stood there, me naked and Abi in a simple, white shelf bra that barely covered her nipples, but gave her very nice cleavage.

“That’s a new bra.”

“I bought it just for this trip, thought you’d like it. Other than a sports bra, it’s the only one I brought, I can’t wear a bra with my bridesmaid’s dress.”

“Well, that’s good to know for tomorrow night…”. I let my sentence trail off causing Abi to bite her lip. I took a step towards her, causing her to step out of her dress and bump into the bed, causing her to sit down.

“You said you were turned on by me simply touching your thigh, spread your legs and show me how turned on and wet you are.”

“Yes sir.” Abi spread her legs showing me her bare pussy. She has recently switched from getting waxed to starting the laser hair removal process. She’s currently 2 treatments in with 2 to go and her pussy and legs are the smoothest I have ever felt. With just her legs spread, I could see her wetness glistening in the faint light of the room’s lamp.

“That’s not enough proof to me, show me how wet you are.”

Abi nodded and reached her hand between her legs and stroked her middle finger up between her lips and when she neared her clit, removing it and allowing a trail of wetness to snake from her slit to her finger. “I’m this wet.”

“Still not good enough, show me the inside too.” Abi bit her lip and stayed still for a moment, I took a step towards her so that my cock was only inches from her mouth, and sternly said, “Now.”

Her hand immediately returned to her pussy and instead of just putting one finger inside, she shoved her two middle fingers all the way inside, causing her to moan in pleasure.

I allowed myself to smile, “That’s a good girl, now show me.”

She slowly slid her fingers out and held them up for me to see. Her fingers were absolutely covered in her own wetness. I bent down, took her fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean, “Yum, you always taste so good.”

Abi grinned, “You still haven’t told me what you were gonna do about me “messing up” by not wearing panties to dinner.

I grinned back, “Here is what I’m thinking. Tonight, I’m going to fuck your face, then I’m going to fuck you and fill you with cum.” Abi let out a sigh as I continued, “Then I’m going to fuck you in the morning before I play golf, filling you once again. Hopefully golf will be done before you have to get ready, so I can fuck you again, then you can rest during the wedding.”

All Abi could say was “Wow.” I noticed that her hand had slipped back down between her legs and was slowly touching herself.

I grinned again, “That’s my girl. Maybe at the reception, I fuck you again, so you have to feel my cum on and in you all evening. Abi groaned again, although I think it was a combination of my dirty talk and her now fingering herself. “Finally, we will come back to the room and we are going to take advantage of the balcony overlooking the lake while I fuck you once again.”

Through short breaths Abi squeaked out, “Fuck yes, you’re going to fill me with so much cum, thank god for my IUD. I’ll make sure I wear panties all weekend so I can hold it all in.”

“That’s what I like to hear, are you ready for part one?”

“YES!! I thought you’d never ask.”

Abi removed her hand from her pussy, opened her mouth and grabbing my ass, pulled my cock into her waiting mouth. While we do like rough sex sometimes, I would never want to hurt Abi so I allowed her to slowly get comfortable with my cock in her mouth and she eagerly coated it with spit before removing it from her mouth, looking up at me and saying, “Fuck my face please.”

I simply nodded and slowly began to rock my hips back and forth, shoving my cock in and out of her mouth. With each thrust I went a little bit deeper until I felt Abi shift her head a bit and her nose was suddenly touching my pelvis as my cock slipped into her throat. She gagged slightly as I let out a groan and began to pull my cock back. As I got it about halfway out I could feel her tongue on the underside of my head, flicking it which caused me to groan again.

Abi allowed my cock to eskort bayan slip out of her mouth and with her devilish grin said, “Is that all you got? I thought you were going to use me?”

She put my cock back into her mouth and I immediately grabbed the back of her head and began to thrust in and out of her mouth. After two thrusts Abi groaned in pleasure, we kept this up for a minute or two before I felt my balls begin to tingle. I let go of her head and removed my cock from her mouth, “I don’t want to fill your mouth with cum, I want to fill your pussy.”

As she caught her breath Abi said, “Then do it big boy, stop talking about it.”

Laughing at her attempt to heckle me, I reached around and unsnapped her bra allowing it to slip down her arms, where I removed it and tossed it to the floor with the rest of our clothes. She stood up in front of me and took my cock into her hands and lightly began to stoke it, causing me to groan again. She reached up on her tip toes and whispered in my ear, “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Realizing she was toying with me by acting in control, I smacked her ass, causing her to squeal before saying, “Lay down on the bed and spread your legs.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, and scooted backwards before adding, “That’s more like it.”

I climbed onto the bed and moved in between her legs where I could see her wet pussy spread and waiting for me. I reached out, grabbing her hips, pulled her quickly towards me so she was lying flat on her back. She let out a squeal to which I countered, “I want you deep and I want to see your tits move as I fuck you.” Abi has always been a bit self-conscious about her smaller breasts (Average B-Cup), but I love them and make sure I throw comments in about how sexy they look as often as I can.

I lined my cock up and slowly moved it up and down her slit to not only get it wet, but also to tease her a bit more. After I had rubbed her clit a couple of times, Abi looked at me with a look of pure lust and said, “Would you put that thing in me already!?”

As much as I loved teasing her, hearing her beg for my cock is still one of the sexiest things ever. I paused and began to slide my cock into her inch by inch. As our pelvises met, we both let out a sigh, me savoring the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock and as Abi put it one time I asked, her savoring the feeling of me filling her pussy completely.

I slowly began to thrust, both of us enjoying the feeling of being one. I slowly worked up to the pace that I knew would make Abi cum, but would also allow me to last longest. I thrusted for a minute or so when between moans, Abi opened her eyes and said, “Can I touch myself?”

“Of course you can.”

Abi reached down and began to rub her clit in a circular motion causing her to moan even more as I continued to thrust. As her moans became louder, I reached forward, grabbing her hips and began to pull her up and against me each time our pelvises met. I was able to do this three or four times before Abi let out a groan and gripped my thighs with her hands and began to orgasm. As her whole body shook with pleasure, I did my best to continue thrusting but with all the Kegels, lifting, running, tennis, and yoga that she does, she gripped my cock like a vice as her orgasm washed over her.

As she calmed down and took deep breaths, she looked up at me, “Thank you for the release, I’ve been needing that all night.”

I leaned down and kissed her, “It was my pleasure baby.”

She giggled, “I dunno about that, seems it was me getting all the pleasure.”

I started to thrust again slowly but Abi stopped me, “Jack, I want you deep, but I want see you as you cum. Can we try me holding my legs back?” Over the last year that we have been together, Abi and I have tried many different positions and she likes it very deep. The only issue is that I’m slightly above average and she’s so small that I have caused her pain in her cervix before.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m so turned on right now from tonight and the dirty talk about this weekend, I think I can do it.”

I slid my cock out of her pussy and she immediately pulled her knees to her chest and held her legs apart with her hands. I reached behind her and grabbed one of the pillows and placed it under her ass. I lined back up and as I slid in told her, “Tell me if this is too much.” Abi simply nodded and as my cock was swallowed by her pussy, we both let out a moan in unison.

I looked down at my beautiful girlfriend who was basically folded in half for me, and she said the words any man wants to hear, “Fuck me stupid Jack.” I raised myself up onto my forearms and began to thrust into her. Not the slow shallow thrusts of before, but the hard, full, deep thrusts that Abi was craving. Each time I bottomed out we both let out a groan and after another five thrusts Abi said, “Harder, please harder, I can feel it in my stomach, I want to feel it everywhere.”

Taking this as my cue that she altıparmak escort was okay, I began to thrust hard into her before pulling my cock almost out and then plunging it back in. I was only able to keep this up for a minute or so when I felt my balls and groin begin to tingle. I slowed down for a moment to try and make it last longer, but when I did Abi’s eyes shot open, “Don’t you dare slow down, fill my cunt up!” Hearing her talk so crudely was something I enjoyed even if it only happened on rare occasions.

I resumed my pace and with Abi moaning “Yes, Yes, Yes” over and over, within 15 or 20 seconds I plunged my cock into her and erupted against her cervix. As the first jet of cum filled her, Abi’s eyes shot open, and she began to cum herself. As my orgasm subsided with the 4th and final cum shot, my arms gave out and I collapsed onto Abi.

As her orgasm subsided, she stretched her legs back out and we both lay there catching our breath. As my cock finally began to soften, I rolled off her and we lay side by side for a couple of minutes in post-coital bliss.

It was Abi who spoke first, “Wow, you’ve never been that deep, it felt like you were impaling me, but it never hurt.”

I turned my head to face her, “Are you sure?”

“Oh baby I am more than sure.” She propped herself up on her elbow and smiled, “Please stick your cock back in my mouth so I clean you up before we go to sleep.”

I scooted up to a sitting position and Abi leaned over and took my now soft cock into her mouth, cleaning both of our juices off. With a few slurps she let go and looked at me, “All clean. What time do I need to be awake for round two?”

I laughed, “Listen to you! The tee time is at 8:15, so I need to be downstairs at 8 to check in, I’ll probably set an alarm for 7:15 or so.”

“That’s perfect, if I’m not awake, you better wake me up. I want another load in me before you leave.”

With that, she rolled over and placed her head on my chest, draped a leg over me and said, “I love you Jack.”

I kissed her hair, “I love you too Abi.” We lay there cuddling and I could feel a bit of my cum leaking onto my leg, but that just made me smile as we both drifted off to sleep.

*Saturday*

I woke up Saturday morning to my alarm at 7:15 as planned; what I didn’t plan on was Abi already being awake. As I rolled over and reached to turn my phone off, she was leaning against the wall outside of the bathroom in a pair of gray panties with her hair in a towel.

“Good morning sleepy head, I’ve showered and am ready for the day.”

“Well good morning to you too.”

“Why don’t you use the bathroom, and then I’ll take care of that.” She said as she gestured to my morning wood that was making a pretty prominent tent under the sheet.

I hopped out of bed and walked towards her, kissing her passionately and giving her ass a firm squeeze before making my way to the bathroom. After a considerable effort to piss, I washed my hands and wiped my cock down with a washcloth. I emerged to find Abi sitting at the desk, typing on her laptop.

I walked up behind her, kissing and nibbling on her neck while cupping her breasts. She let out a sigh and shut her laptop, “That feels wonderful and all, but you need to lay on the bed.”

I stepped away from the chair as she stood up and made my way to the bed. I sat down and pulled her into my lap, “Is this better?”

“Much better.” We kissed and groped each other for the next few minutes until Abi looked at the clock seeing 7:35. “You can’t be late and while foreplay is good, we don’t have any more time for that.” She stood up and peeled her underwear off and looking at them said, “Damn, they are already wet. Oh well, they’ll stay that way today.” She shrugged her shoulders, dropping them on the floor and said, “My hairs wet and I don’t want it to go crazy, and I don’t want you tired for golf, how about I do the work this morning?”

“That sounds good to me…” As I finished my sentence, Abi once again straddled me, placed her knees on either side of me on the bed, she guided my cock into her wet pussy. She settled onto it and we kissed as she began to grind herself against me. While I wasn’t supposed to be doing anything, I did make sure to push up into her as much as possible to match her grinding.

We kept this up for a couple of minutes before she stopped kissing me and sat up straight, “Suck on my tits.”

“Gladly.” I took my hands off of her hips, moving them to her ass and began to squeeze as I took her left nipple into my mouth. As she continued to grind on me, I nibbled on her nipple then switched to take the other on in my mouth. Her grinding began to get harder and faster and with a toss of her head back, she let out a moan and began to cum. As her orgasm subsided, I let her nipple go and began to kiss her softly.

She pulled away, “Wow, thank you for that. Scoot back and lay down.”

Abi put her feet back on the floor and lifted herself off my cock; I scooted back as she had instructed as she crawled up the bed after me. Rather than face me in cowgirl like I expected, she turned around, straddled me then once again used her hand to guide my clock into her. As she settled down with a sigh, she looked over her shoulder, “Damn I’m wet. Enjoy the view baby.”

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My husband Paul’s parting words were “Do something I wouldn’t do, but be ready to tell me about it,” to which, I replied “If I don’t, I’ll make up a story you will love,” which was all either of us really expected. I was off on another of my rare trips for business, this time on my own. He knows that I have an exhibitionist streak and can be impulsively outrageous when I get in a situation that makes me horny.

He enjoys fantasizing that I end up having sex with strangers while he watches. On our trip two years ago to San Francisco he did everything he could to set me up to have sex with a stranger, who turned out to be an artist. After that trip I received a painting of myself in the nude. Paul likes to think we had sex although I think he also believes Mark was gay.

He has since suggested that we should each have a free pass to play ‘away games’ whenever we go on a trip. He goes on a lot more business trips than I do but I don’t think he ever plays ‘games.’ Whether its because he doesn’t want to or doesn’t get the chance I don’t know. I suspect he often spends his evening in his room watching porn, which is a little sad. I know he fantasizes about what I’m doing even if I just go out for an evening with girlfriends.

I asked him what the free pass entails. He thought for a minute or two and said, “I don’t know, probably salacious flirting with guys or girls, and whatever develops.” That seems to give me a lot of latitude. I know he likes to think of me with other women but that really isn’t in my wheelhouse. He also knows that I do have boundaries. I absolutely have, but after our trip together to San Francisco I found I had reset them somewhat. I’ve come a long way since I shocked myself touching a stranger’s cock in a steam room.

It was Sunday night, and there were just a few couples in the rather deserted dining room at the Marriott. The only other single person was a man I took to be in his early thirties, a decade or so younger than me. He was engrossed in his book and did not look up at all. If he had looked up and smiled, I would have asked to join him. I like meeting people and hate eating alone. But as it was, I too ended up reading while I ate dinner. I did not see him leave but he was gone when I signed my tab.

By then it was ten to nine, and as I was feeling tired and grubby after my five-hour ‘milk run’ flight, I thought I would take a shower before bed. When I reached my room, I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad for forty-one. I love my body and I’m in great shape. I stood at the window and looked out over a car park. Nothing to see.

“It’s early,” I thought, maybe I could use a bit of light exercise and have a swim instead. That’s the way these things begin. I checked, the pool did not close until ten, so I hastily grabbed my swimsuit pulled on a towelling robe and flats and headed to the pool floor. As I used my room key card görükle escort bayan to enter the pool area, I already knew I was feeling horny. The lighting was low, and I could see the vast expanse of the night sky through the glass dome that enclosed it. I was not surprised that there was no one in the pool.

I expect that at least once you have walked into the wrong restroom. If you’re a woman, it used to be easy to realize your mistake. You’d generally be confronted by a row of urinals, but since we have become less binary in our mindset it’s become trickier; for both men and women, I guess. Plus, there are all those unisex restrooms.

But how about changing rooms, like at a swimming pool?

I looked at the door to the first change room. Clearly marked, I was not in any doubt, but I made an impulsive decision. I entered cautiously; no one inside. I looked around. The shower room was one large area with multiple shower heads. Evidently men should not expect privacy. Across from the showers were the toilets and there beside the cubicles was the expected row of urinals. Again no one in sight.

I feigned surprise, although I’m not sure why as there was no one there.

“Nobody is going to come in here at this hour,” I thought and took off my robe. It was exciting just to be in the wrong changing room. I put on my swimsuit and put the robe and my flats in a locker. I used the quick shower by the entrance before entering the pool. Just as I thought, on exiting the change room there was still no one around.

I swam a few lengths energetically before gently floating on my back and admiring the night sky. I wished I could be nude. I became aware of a sound, which turned out to be the door of the sauna, and a splash behind me. Someone else had entered the pool I looked round to see a man, almost certainly, the man who had been at dinner. Once again, he seemed totally engrossed in his own activity as he swam four rapid lengths before climbing out and going to the change room.

I got out of the pool and climbed in the jacuzzi. I was excited and wondered how long I should wait before entering the change room. Under the surface foam I let the warm jets play on my body. I slipped the suit to one side and allowed one jet to play on my clit. It took no time for me to feel the beginnings of an orgasm building. I looked up at the surveillance camera and wondered if anyone were watching. The jacuzzi stopped and as the foam dissipated and the surface cleared, I adjusted my suit bottom and climbed out.

It had to be at least six minutes since the man went into the change room and he had not emerged. I knew there was an exit through the exercise room. Perhaps he had also come in that way, although clearly, he had been in the pool area before I arrived. Well, my clothes were in that changing room so in I went. I was tingling with excitement. I thought I heard a shower as I stripped off my swimsuit. I took a towel from the pile of clean ones and walked naked into the shower room.

I could feel myself shaking in anticipation. A man…the man stood under a shower that was no longer turned on soaping altıparmak eskort himself. More particularly he was soaping his penis and it looked at though he might have been soaping it for some time.

“What are you doing in the ladies changing room?” I asked. The best defence is an offence.

He hadn’t noticed me till I spoke and looked totally taken aback as he turned to face me. It took him a moment to recover.

“This is the men’s changing room,” and he pointed across the corridor, “Look, urinals!”

“OMG! I’m so sorry.” I didn’t have to fake my embarrassed blush. It just came naturally as I took in his buff body, his tight buns, his six pack and his erect penis. This was a man who worked out. A prime specimen of the genus male.

By now he was just standing there. For an instant his hands had moved to cover his genitals but in his current state of arousal that was not going to work, so he just stood there with a hand on one hip looking at me.

“I’m still going to shower,” I said.

“Be my guest,” he replied, “nice tat by the way.”

“Thank You,” I have a rather large tattoo of an eagle perched on a grinning skull on my right shoulder. It’s a youthful mistake I’ve learned to live with, but people tend to think I’m a biker chick. I walked over and turned on the shower nearest his. I was hit by jets of cold water. I stepped toward him as I felt the water quickly warm.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted something,” I continued looking at his erection.

He was clearly trying to process my words and actions, so I squirted some soap from the squeeze bottle onto my hands and said, “Do you mind if I help?”

While he stared at me, I reached for his erection and rubbed my soapy hands along its length. It wasn’t particularly long but it was thick. My fingers closed around it, but not easily. He reached forward and rubbed soap on my breasts. I moved closer and rubbed a little faster. By now I could feel the readiness in my pussy as my wetness dribbled down my thigh. I think he only had to touch me down there…but he didn’t. I resisted the urge to kneel and suck him, but I did want to give him a climax to remember. In his state it wouldn’t take long. I moved even closer and continued to stroke him. Then impulsively I stopped and let go.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he was almost groaning.

I began again stroking faster and more firmly. With my left hand I began massaging his balls. They tightened to his body. He grabbed the grab bar beside him as he went up on his toes and gave a kind of falsetto squeal that made me giggle. I felt the telltale jerk of his penis. A great streak of milky semen flew out and landed on me from my shoulder to my right breast. The shiver of a suppressed orgasm passed through me. I was so wound up. Another streak of his cum hit just above my navel and covered my landing strip. Some dribbled between my legs. After that, the drips fell straight down, and I watched them swirl around the drain as they mixed with the water from my shower. It was still running behind me.

“That should feel better,” I said, gently continuing nilüfer escort to stroke him as my heartbeat slowed. I longed to lead his hands to my wetness but instead I used my left hand to massage his cum into my skin. I turned and stepped back to my shower and washed myself thoroughly. He stepped behind me I felt his hands wander across my body. I turned and we washed and caressed each other gently until the any traces of his recent achievement were gone.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“The Cum Fairy,” I said laughing as I stepped from the shower, “I bring rewards to needy boys who need my services. I hope you enjoyed your gift.”

“I certainly did. Thank you. This is the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me.”

“I hope so.”

We towelled off together and although he didn’t speak, he kept looking at me. He was as confused by my actions as I was. Seriously, when I get really horny my primal brain takes over and I do things without thinking. I mean I can have a conversation as though my actions were normal, but they are scarcely within my control.

He was pulling on shorts and a sweatshirt and sat to lace his trainers. I noted he was clearly going commando. I hastily pulled my robe out of my locker and slid my feet into my flats. There was a noise outside and he went to look out of the poolside change room door.

He came back in. “There’s a guy doing pool maintenance. We’d best leave through the exercise room.”

He held me by the elbow as we walked through the exercise room and out to the elevator.

“What floor?” he asked, as the doors opened.

“Four,” I said.

“Me too.”

We both turned the same way. “Would you like a night cap?”

“No thank you,” I said, but it turned out we shared adjoining rooms. You would not believe it if it happened in a story.

I went into my room, hung up my robe and kicked of my flats. A minute later, while I was rinsing out my swimsuit there was a light knock on the adjoining door. I hung my suit over the shower and went to the door on my side and opened it.

“Are you sure about that nightcap?” He stood there as naked as I was holding a bottle of Laphroaig, one of my favorite single malts. One look at his equipment told me he was well on the road to recovery. My arousal was reignited.

Did I say, “That sounds wonderful, how can I resist?” Did I end up in his bed sipping three fingers of scotch from a hotel tumbler? Did we both sleep soundly cuddled together until around five thirty when I felt his erection pressing against my buttocks?

All I will say is I hate sleeping alone and I’ve always considered thicker has its advantages over longer. If there were a Nobel Prize for eating pussy, I don’t say this guy would have won it, but he’d have been up for serious consideration. I felt fully repaid for my good deed of the previous evening. I was still tingling down there after I dressed and went to my business meeting. My client told me I looked radiant. She gave me a look and I wonder if she guessed that not too long ago, I’d had some great sex. Anyway, the meeting was very successful.

Who was he? I have no idea. Names were never mentioned. As far as I know he doesn’t have a clue who I am either. This was purely about satisfying our lust with no strings attached. I can just imagine all the tales I can tantalize Paul with. He will be thrilled and so turned on.

THE END

Copyright: © Dawn Ramble 2022

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While I’m a big fan of the benefits of going to gym every day, there are quite a few reasons besides this that keep me going so often. What might these be, you ask? Well, I can tell you that they’re toned, supple and get all sweaty while wearing the tightest workout gear known to man…that’s right, I’m talking about all the fit women that strut their stuff at my local gym.

From the college girls, whose young, firm bodies are still unaffected by the inevitable effects of ageing, to the gorgeous MILFs who work twice as hard to regain what they had back then. As a lover of the female shape, I’m into all of them but if I’m forced to choose between them, college girls win every time.

This fantasy is all about one college girl in particular.

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Natasha is her name, and she’s always around when I’m there, training with whichever lucky bastard she’s into that week. I’d estimate that she’s between eighteen and twenty years old, and has a body that ticks all the boxes that get me going.

Her breasts are firm and perky (as you’d expect from someone her age) and size wise, I’d estimate that they’d be slightly more than a handful. Long, toned and tanned legs lead up to an incredibly tight, but well-rounded behind that I just cannot keep my eyes off. In fact, many a solo session has ended with me cumming ropes while fantasising about how it would feel to bury my face in between her firm cheeks. She’s got a beautiful face, with deep brown eyes, full lips and long brown hair that she wears in a plait. As with most of the other college girls that frequent my gym, she definitely knows that she’s hot and her choice in fitness apparel ensures that she gets tons of attention from the guys.

On this day, she was dressed in a tight white strappy top that held her breasts firmly, but left her mid-riff bare, exposing her smooth, flat belly. She paired this with a tight pair of teal yoga shorts that had my balls tingling whenever I looked at her. A pair of white knee-high socks and white Nike trainers rounded out her look. The contrast of her tanned skin against the teal and white ensemble was a great choice for her, and it wasn’t long before I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.

Thankfully, she was training alone, so I made sure to customize my routine, placing myself at stations behind her wherever she went, to take in that beautiful round butt of hers, but not be too obvious with the staring. She started on the bench press, so I positioned myself behind her, on the machine row. Here I could watch her in the large wall mirror that faced us both.

As she lay down to grab the bar, she arched her back and thrust her pelvis up before laying back down to start the exercise. Her legs were spread, and as she slowly pressed the bar up, I could make out the mound of her young little pussy, pressing against those teal yoga shorts. I watched as she pressed the bar up and down, her abs clenching with the exertion of the weight, her pussy lips inhaling the material of her shorts. I started imagining what her pussy could look like; was it hairless, neatly trimmed or a full bush? Did she have big lips that hid her pinkness, or was it open and inviting? Needless to say, I found it hard to focus on my own reps.

After the bench press, she picked up a pair of dumbbells and started performing a set of Romanian dead-lifts. For those that don’t know, this involves bending at the waist, so her behind was being well worked here. I moved to a bench directly behind her, started doing overhead tricep extensions, and watched her bend over and push her ass out in my direction. As she did so, I could again make out the shape of her pussy while she performed her reps. Her pants clung to the inside of her ass cheeks and left very little to the imagination, my cock started to twitch and I knew that I’d need to do something about it.

Just as I was about to pack up and head to the locker room, she put the dumbbells down and got on all fours, slightly spreading her legs. I pretended to check something on my phone so that I could stick around a little longer. She put her head down and pushed her perfect rear end out towards me, starting a set of cat cow stretches. My cock got rock hard and took over at the point. I switched my phone to camera mode, checked no one was watching me and pressed the record button while pointing it at her. I made as though I was checking email as I watched her stretch her ass out and back, zooming in to get as much of the show as I could. Her pants were so tight that they were showing off every little fold and crease between her legs.

I was hypnotized by what I was seeing: this beautiful young girl with the tightest body, unknowingly giving me a show that I’d enjoy over and over again. I imagined her tight little arsehole opening and closing as she slowly stretched forward and back, forward and back, thinking about how it’d feel to slowly slide all escort bayan of my cock inside her neat little back door, in and out, in and out.

She finished off her last set and quickly shot a glance over her shoulder, looking directly at me. I froze, not taking my eyes of the screen and carefully moved my finger to stop the recording, before putting my phone to my ear and answering a fake call. I could tell she was still watching me, so I mumbled some words into the phone and picked up my towel to move away. I made my way to the exit and climbed into my car, my heart racing at the prospect of being caught filming her. I waited a while in the parking lot, and then with my heart still beating quickly, made my way into the back seat of my car.

With my dick still hard from the show, and a fresh video of Natasha’s firm butt on my phone, I decided to enjoy myself right there. I quickly slid my pants off and lay them on the floor while I stretched out on the back seat. I queued up the video, set it to repeat and started working on my dick as I watched what I’d recorded.

I hadn’t cum in a while, focusing instead on edging myself over the last few days so that I could build up some volume for a video I wanted to record. I was incredibly sensitive and had to go slow to make sure I didn’t blow my load right away. After stopping myself once, I spat in my hand and used it to focus on my swollen purple head, rubbing it in a circular motion and squeezing it now and then, making the precum dribble out onto my fingers. I put them in my mouth, tasting the beginnings of my salty seed, getting myself excited for a big load. This nearly drove me over the edge again, so I slowed down and changed gears.

Lubing up my little finger by lightly sucking on it, I slowly pressed it into my urethral opening, probing gently as I explored the new sensations that it brought. After that, I felt ready to cum, so I started stroking my dick slowly, with a firm grip, as I focused my attention on the video. I started talking dirty to Natasha as I watched her stretch her tight ass out on my screen.

“That’s it baby, show daddy your tight little hole. Tell me how bad you want me to stretch it with this big cock. I’ll fuck it nice and slow, and then finish deep in your throat, would you like that?” I murmured, as I stroked myself faster and faster.

All of a sudden, there was movement in my periphery and before I could react, a knock at the window. My stomach dropped as I realized that I’d been caught, and my mind raced at what was about to happen. I slowly turned around to see Natasha peering in through my closed window, with a disgusted look on her face that made me feel ashamed at what I had done. I quickly covered myself up with my gym towel and got up to a sitting position, smiling sheepishly as I tried to cover myself up. I put my hand up to her in an apology and hoped she’d walk away, but she knocked again, harder this time.

“I know what you’re doing in there, open up!” she said, loudly enough that I could hear her through the still closed window.

“Sorry, I’m done, sorry, I’ll get out of here now” I stammered back, the shame destroying my erection.

“No, open up, I know you were recording me, you pervert, and I want to make sure you delete it” she replied, her temper rising.

“What? No, I would never…” I lied, hoping she’d storm off and tell someone so that I could get out of there quickly.

“I saw watching it now, don’t lie, open up or I’ll scream and the security guards will hear all about your little act” she declared forcefully.

This was it. After years of secretly jerking off in public areas, someone had seen me and was about to report me to the authorities. My blood ran cold and I realized that I had no choice but to face the music.

By this time, she’d walked around the car and was at the opposite rear passenger door, waiting for me to unlock it. I pressed the button on the remote and she climbed in, pulling the door closed behind her. I moved to pick up my pants, and she slapped my hand away.

“Oh no, you’re not getting dressed first. Give me your phone so that I can see what you’ve got of me on there” she said firmly as she grabbed my phone from my hand.

I sat there quietly as she scrolled through my camera roll and found the video in question. I cringed as she started playing it, waiting for what she was going to do next. The video finished, but she carried on scrolling through my camera roll, stopping every now and then to zoom in on some of the other pictures I had. Eventually, she lifted the towel in my crotch, exposing my soft cock that was now dribbling precum into the seat below. She then looked back at my phone, and then back at my dick.

“Is this you?” she asked, showing me a picture of a rock-hard cock on my phone.

“Yes” I replied.

“I want to see you make it hard again” she said softly.

“Sorry?” altıparmak escort bayan I asked.

“You heard me, pervert, I want to watch you get your cock hard again. Do it, or I take your phone to the gym manager, and show her exactly what you get up to in her establishment” she said, with a mocking tone.

Fuck, I was screwed. If the gym manager got hold of my phone, she’d not only see the video of Natasha, but tons more of other women I’d secretly recorded while they were exercising. I nodded, moved the towel aside and started rubbing the precum into the head, hoping that I could get hard after the humiliation of being caught. It was slow going, but I eventually started to feel myself getting a bit firmer and moved my hand to start stroking it slowly.

“Looks like you could use a bit of help there, you dirty pervert” she said softly. “Pity I’ve deleted that video of my ass already” she continued.

I nodded, continuing to work on getting my erection back as fast as I could. I couldn’t get past the thought of getting caught with all of the sordid material on my camera roll, so I was struggling to concentrate. Natasha’s eyes were now watching intently as I desperately worked my shaft.

“I’ve got an idea” she remarked. “Lie down like you were when I caught you” she said.

I did as I was told, and stretched my legs across the seat as she moved to climb on top of me, squatting above my chest, her toned calves either side of me. She then twisted around to face the opposite window, and moved her ass towards my face. We were now in a sixty-nine position and I felt my balls start tingling blood making its way to my dick.

“That seems to have helped” she said, a slight giggle making its way into her voice. She slapped my dick playfully and continued “Now you’re going to worship my ass with your mouth, and don’t you dare let your cock go limp, or I’m out of here” she said, as she slowly pushed her ass onto my face.

I immediately obeyed, pushing my nose and mouth as hard as I could into the thin material that separated my tongue from her sweet little holes. I opened my mouth and started tonguing the warm area between her legs, her cheeks pressing against my face, damp with sweat from her time in the gym.

“Oh, that’s feels so fucking good, don’t you dare stop” she murmured. I thrust my tongue as hard as I could against the tight fabric, while still slowly stroking my now rigid member. “I want to cum on your face” she whispered, and pulled her ass away, my saliva dripping from her sodden little workout shorts.

She suddenly reached back with both her hands and peeled her shorts down, revealing the most beautifully toned ass I’d ever seen. Underneath her pants was a tiny white thong, doing its best to cover her tight little arsehole and her ample pussy. She placed her hands back on her cheeks and spread them, her asshole sucking the thong into it.

“Are you ready to get in there big boy?” she murmured, as she slowly rolled her thong down to under her cheeks.

“Oh fuck yes, I want this ass so fucking bad” I breathed back, as I inhaled the earthy aroma coming from her gorgeous rear end. She slid her pants and thong down and over her ankles, placing them on the floor of the car, before climbing back into position.

Her little hole was absolutely perfect, even more so than I’d imagined. I watched it pulsing open and closed as she positioned it back above my tongue. I could now see her pussy as well, completely hairless and wide open, glistening with her sex. I pushed my head forward, licking her from the base of her cunt, across her skin, and right into the centre of her arsehole. The sweet taste of her cunt mixed with her sweaty skin drove me mad, and I went at her asshole like it contained the secret to life.

“Oh my fuck, that’s amazing yes, tongue fuck my ass you dirty pervert! You’re gonna make squirt all over your face” she squealed as her hips drove her sweaty holes into my mouth. I complied with all my effort, pushing my tongue deep inside her, licking the inner walls of her ass and filling her with my warm saliva. She quickly lifted up, before shifting her position and bringing her dripping wet cunt down onto my mouth with a groan. She then took my hard cock in her hand and started jerking it slowly. Her hands were small, but strong, and my dick responded by twitching in her grip.

“Now it’s time to eat my little pussy, daddy. Tell me how sweet and sticky it is on your tongue, tell me how you’re gonna make me cum daddy!” she whispered though heavy breaths. I opened my mouth, taking her entire pussy into it and sucked on it. Like biting into a warm, ripe peach, her slippery openings poured hot, sticky juices onto my face and I slurped them all up. She made a small yelp before she dropped her head and took me in her mouth.

“Oh yes baby” I moaned, nilüfer eskort as she took more and more of me into her mouth. She gagged a bit and pulled her head up, smacking her lips while she slid her hand up and down my dick, which was now coated with her thick spit.

“Don’t you dare cum before me, daddy, I’ve got other plans for you” she said slyly.

“Yes baby, anything you want” I replied between generous licks of her sweet pink pussy. She was getting even wetter now, and close to cumming, so I grabbed her cheeks and lifted her above my head, positioning her so that I could reach her clit. I pulled it gently between my lips, while slowly pushing the tips of my thumbs into her tight little asshole.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” she moaned, caught between the pain of her ass being stretched open and the ecstasy of her clit being sucked. She thrust her head down and again took me deep into her throat, her warm mouth closing around the bottom of my shaft as she twisted her head around my entire length. She then stuck her index finger up my ass and started wiggling it around, clearly trying to get me to cum first.

It felt sensational and, to this day, I have no idea how I didn’t explode at that point. I kept on at her clit while massaging her asshole with my thumbs, going deeper and deeper with them. She continued fingering my ass while she sucked my cock. I was in awe at her throating skills, and loved hearing how she gurgled and gagged as her head bobbed up and down. Pulling her mouth off me and her finger out of me, she turned her head to look at me.

“I’m almost there daddy” she moaned, and put her hand to her clit, rubbing it vigorously. “Tongue fuck my ass again” she begged “I want to cum so bad, daddy!”

I obeyed and used my thumbs to pull her tight hole open, before sliding my tongue in as far as I could. Her breathing got faster and louder, while my tongue probed in and out, tasting all of her, inside and out. She was absolutely punishing her pussy with her hand now, and I could feel drops of her sex spraying onto my chin as she rubbed it with her fingers.

I shoved my tongue in again, as deep as I could and she went dead quiet, as her orgasm took over. I felt her ass contract around my tongue, trying to pull it into her, and felt warm, sticky liquid pour from her young cunt onto my neck and chin. Tiny squeaks of pleasure were now coming from her mouth as she continued rubbing her clit, her thighs quivering above me as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. She grabbed my cock and started jerking furiously, getting me close to the point of no return.

“Give me your cum daddy” she noted, as she lowered her hot mouth onto my member again.

“Fuck yes, I’m ready you dirty slut” I shot back, and before she could say anything, I wrapped my legs over the back of her neck and thrust my hips upwards, fucking her throat with my swollen, pulsing cock. She gagged and I let rip, shooting a week load of cum up into her hot throat. She struggled against my legs, but I held her head down until I’d pumped every last drop of my sticky cum into her stomach. I then let her go, and she slowly lifted her head and lay it down on my thigh, breathing heavily. She held my balls and slowly licked the cum off my dick as it deflated.

“Holy shit, I haven’t ever cum that hard. I’ve never been rimmed before either, so maybe that’s the trick” she said, her hand gently cradling my balls, still licking my dick every now and then.

“Same here baby, I’ve never been deep throated before, so maybe that’s the trick” I replied with a slight chuckle, before slowly licking up some the mess that dropped from her holes. Her girl cum was thick, and tasted sweet against my tongue as I lapped it all up. She kept making soft moans as I playfully licked her exhausted cunt.

We then both got up, naked from the waist down, and sat there in silence, catching our breathe and savouring that post-orgasm feeling. She then turned and slowly kissed me, stopping to lick her juices from my chin and cheeks. I kissed her back deeply, tasting our combined fluids on her tongue.

“You’re still a fucking pervert for filming me in the gym” she teased, picking up my phone from where she’d put it on the floor of the car. She sat up and started tapping on the screen.

“What are you doing now? I thought you’d already deleted the video?” I asked.

“Oh nothing, just saving my number so that you can call me the next time you start feeling like filming me” she replied, with a cute, mischievous smile.

And with that, she grabbed her tight little shorts, put them on and said goodbye, with a deep tongue kiss on the mouth, and a little suck on the head of my soft cock.

“Call me, pervert” she chirped as she got out of the car and headed back to the gym. I sat there, still half naked and smiled, what an experience. I then saw she’d forgotten her thong, so I quickly texted her a picture of them, telling her to come get them.

“Keep them, daddy, I want you to wear them the next time I see you…xxx” came the reply, almost instantly.

I smiled, picked up her thong and sniffed it, inhaling her scent again as I started thinking of what I’d do to her next time.

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