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For the longest time imaginable, I had always been a ‘good girl’. I was the type of girl who came back home on time, the type that never complained, the type that was grateful about what life had to give her, the type that stayed silent and watched the world pass by. The type who did not have much to desire for. Although there were some dreams I wanted to achieve on my own, I always knew that my life would not be anything extraordinary. And I was fine with the direction it was headed to.

How do you justify falling in love for the first time? How do you explain, and convince yourself that you are in love? All the novels that I had read growing up, wrote about a thunderous spark that rises up from deep within you. A spark that is hard to extinguish. A spark that ignites the corners of your soul.

How do you experience a feeling like that and still remain a human? How?

The first time I fell in love was nothing electric. It was ordinary, calm, and peaceful. Violence disguised as love was not my answer then, but as I grew older, I started seeking it more and more. I started seeking more… destruction. But that is for later, for when I have dwelled enough into my journey and the person I became.

On the day I turned into a woman, I was a giant mush of anxiety. I had read and researched about it, had asked my friends about what to expect, and yet the thought terrified me. I’m doing it out of love, I kept telling myself. Love compels you to bare your heart, sure, but baring your body was a territory I was not familiar with.

“Are you sure this is going to be okay?” I whispered, hardly audible. My breath was stuck in my throat. The idea terrified me, and yet… I knew this was going to be transformative. Something beyond anything I had ever experienced.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” he reassured me with a kind smile, “just do what your body tells you to. Listen to what it has to say.”

That was easier said than done.

I had never been confronted with acceptance escort bostancı for my body. Sure, living with a body you are familiar with is something that everyone does, but experiencing different things with it were something I had never imagined myself to do.

The thought of my first kiss lingered in my mind, and I suddenly remembered how detached I had felt when it had happened. I did not not like it; I just did not know what to expect, or feel.

I took a deep breath and looked at the person sitting in front of me. I loved him, for whatever this was going to be, I knew I loved him at that moment. And the confidence in my feelings were what mattered to me.

“Just close your eyes,” he said as he came closer, “don’t think too much.”

I nodded my head and did what I was told to, half-terrified, half-excited.

“We can stop whenever you want,” he whispered in my ears as he got even closer, “I just want to make you feel good.”

“This feels new,” I looked at him, “but I don’t want it to stop.”

He placed his cold hand on my thigh, making the motion of a circle on my exposed skin. Maybe the room was especially cold, but I could feel a jolt. Was it the air, or my excitement pulsing through?

“You smell so good,” he whispered in pleasure as he takes a whiff of my neck. The warm air from his breath was in deep contrast with the cold air, essentially making me lose my mind even more, “I could smell you like this all day.”

“That’s all?” I smirked.

He smiled back at me as he slowly started to unbutton my blouse, “Not at all. There’s so much more I wanna do to you.”

“I’m terrified,” I confessed.

“I know.”

“What if it’s painful?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“What if still is?”

He stopped mid-way and looked at me with conviction in his eyes, “You won’t feel any pain. Sure, it’ll feel new. But you won’t get pain from it.”

I tried to put up a brave smile, “What will I get?”

“Pleasure,” escort bayan istanbul he smirked as he unbuttoned the last of them, “only pleasure.”

“And that includes?” I asked, partly out of curiosity, but mainly out of fear.

“This,” he immediately ripped my blouse away from my body and pushed me down on the bed.

“Close your eyes, baby.” He whispered, “just let your body feel this.”

I was shaking, anxious from what was going to happen to me. Would it feel good? Or was it one giant scheme of getting me to be vulnerable?

My thoughts got interrupted as soon as he started kissing my neck. It felt… strange. But good. I was feeling butterflies in my tummy… and elsewhere too. What was this?

“You’re shaking,” he chuckled.

“I’m–” my voice would not escape from my throat, “what… am I feeling?”

“Pleasure,” he kissed me on my lips. And before I could protest, he had his hand on my chest, rubbing my breasts. This was a sensation I was not familiar with. I did not know what to make of it either. Such a foreign sensation, and yet it was starting to drive me insane.

His kiss deepened as I started moaning in pleasure. He wasn’t inside me yet, but I was definitely close to asking him to take me. I did not care anymore whether it terrified me or not. I was getting butterflies in unfamiliar places, but I knew what it would take to make them feel even better.

“Take me,” I had started to sob at that point, “please take me.”

“We just started,” he chuckled and looked at me, “this isn’t even all of it.”

I pushed him away and got on top of him, making sure that I was sitting on his lap. I knew he could not control it anymore either. His bulge was literally cutting through his pants.

“I’m not scared anymore,” I smiled, “this is what I want to do. I want you to take me, please.”

“Baby,” he cupped my face with his palms, “there is no need to rush. I promised to show you a good time-“

Before he could escort beykoz finish talking, I cut him off with a sloppy kiss. This was the only way I could show my need to be touched everywhere. I wanted his hands on me as much as him, maybe even more. This was a new side of me that I was not familiar with before, but I was not ashamed of it either. I… liked it. Loved it, in fact.

“Shut up and make love to me.” I bit his lower lip, hard enough to leave a bruise.

“Look at you,” he smirked proudly, “this is different from what I have seen.”

“You don’t like it?” I asked, concerned.

“Baby,” he kissed me back, “it’s driving me fucking crazy.”

And in no time, his shirt was already on the floor. All I wanted was to feel his bare skin on top of mine, but I was hesitating to do it. It was not easy for me to make that decision; I was someone who was highly insecure of her body and yet, I did not want to feel closed up.

The bed was warm, our bodies even warmer.

He slowly slid into me, reassuring my with his eyes, and kept telling me how good I’m doing.

“Fuck,” he whispered right into my ears as he slowly deepened his hold inside me, “you feel so good, baby.”

I did not know what to say at that moment. I did not know what to think either. All I could possibly focus on, was the sensation I was feeling down there. Inside of me.

“I’m gonna start moving slowly, okay?” He asked.

I nodded my head, visibly shaken but excited.

Maybe it was the air surrounding us, but every time he moved himself inside me, I could feel my whole body pulsating. Blood was rushing through my veins, my heart, my mind, and every inch of my body. There was no other worthy pleasure than what I was feeling.

When he thrusted himself deep inside me, I tried to stop myself from screaming but I possibly couldn’t.

“Let it all out,” he said breathlessly, “scream all you want. I’m going to fill you up.”

I wanted to pause that moment in time and die in pleasure. This was what was missing in my life. This sense of fulfilment.

As he started moving his hips to the rhythm of my breathing, I knew that there was no going back after this. I was forever going to be stuck in this cycle of pleasure, never breaking away, and always submitting to it.

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My Friend Ellie

I knew there was something on her mind, she’d been quiet too long, so I wasn’t surprised when she spoke.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about sex?”

I confess, despite being used to answering her questions, that one floored me for a moment. I looked across at my friend Ellie, looking for some idea of where she was going with this, but all I could see in her face was honest curiosity. I guess I probably flushed a little, but I answered her truthfully, as I always did. “Ellie, I’m a guy. Still a teenager fer Chrissake! I think about sex just about all the time.”

She laughed, wrinkling her nose in that endearing habit she has. “I thought that might be the case.”

“Why do you ask?”

She shrugged. “I guess I wanted to be sure.”

She had me curious now. “Sure about what?”

“That what I read was true. As far as I know, you’ve never lied to me, so I figured if I asked you, you’d give me an honest answer.” She looked across at me with a quick smile.

“Ellie, love, a question like that usually has an agenda of some sort behind it. What gives?”

She sobered, and moved round in front of me so that she could see my face. “We go off to college next month, right?”

“Yes, okay. So?”

“And people, students like us, I mean, often have sexual relationships in college, right?”

I gave her a rueful smile. “So I’ve heard.”

“Charlie, you think about sex, but have you ever had any? I mean, have you ever fucked a girl?” There was a spot of color on each of her cheeks, a little blaze of heat. I stared at her for a long moment and her flush deepened. She looked flustered suddenly. “I’m sorry, Charlie! Forgive me, I should never have asked you that.”

I reached out and squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.” I was intrigued. Ellie and I were almost the same age, only a week between our birthdays. Each of us without siblings, we lived three houses apart, and we’d been around each other since we were in diapers, near enough inseparable. Ellie’s mom and mine are best friends and look enough alike to be sisters, but aren’t, and Ellie has their coloring, dark-blonde hair and skin that tans easily at the first sun of summer. Me, I tan easily enough, but my hair is a color best described as forgettable, a sort of dirty mouse. Take after my dad, I suppose. I decided I was going to answer Ellie honestly. “Fucked, no. Not yet, although I thought I was getting close a time or two. A few hand-jobs, and two blow-jobs, but no fucking, not yet.” I grinned at her. “Why, are you offering?” I said, kidding her.

What she said next floored me. She went a deep red, clearly visible through her tan, and whispered, “Yes.”

I stared at her. “Ellie, what are you saying?”

She took a deep breath and when she spoke the words came tumbling out. “Charlie, when I lose my virginity, I want it to be to someone I love, someone I know is honest with me, someone I can talk to, about anything. I might find someone like that in college, but I doubt it, at least not at first. I think the boys will be trying to get into my panties. I might even let them, if I like them enough, but I don’t want to lose my cherry casually.”

“Ellie, love, I don’t know what to say.”

She grinned, that quick flash of humor that was so typical of her. “‘Yes’ will do.”

“Hold on a moment. Are you asking me to make love to you, to be the one who takes your virginity?”

She took another deep breath, and her eyes held mine. “Yes, I am.”

I gestured helplessly. “Why me?”

“I told you, dummy! I want it to be someone I love, who loves me. We’ve been so close now, for so many years, that I would really like it to be you who takes my cherry.” She smiled. “I thought it would be nice for us to learn together,” she said, her voice gentle, “and then when we get lovers in college – we hope! – we’ll have some experience and won’t make idiots of ourselves.”

My prick was giving me the answer, stiffening in my pants. I was truly conscious of what Ellie was offering and I suppressed my first inclination to be flippant. Instead, I took her hand in mine and looked her straight in the eyes. “Ellie, I would consider it an honor.”

She grinned again, that lightning flash that lights her whole face. “Well, that’s okay, then. As long as it’s fun, too. When?”

I looked around. We were in the park, and there were people everywhere. “Well, not now,” I said, “It’s too busy here.”

Ellie nodded. “I thought maybe tomorrow.”

So soon! “Why tomorrow?” I said, although I had a good idea.

“Because my Mom and Dad, and your Mom and Dad, are going to the concert in Jackson, that’s why. They’re leaving at six-thirty and won’t be back until midnight. I asked Mom if it would be okay if you kept me company and she was all for it.” Ellie grinned again. “She might change her mind if she knew what I was planning.”

“Yeah, I guess she would.” I grinned at her, then sobered. “I’d better get some rubbers.”

Ellie shook her head. “No need. I’ve been escort tuzla on the pill for three months now. Mom and I talked about it, and she suggested it. She was great, she said it was probable that I might be sexually adventurous – yeah, Charlie, her very words – I might be sexually adventurous in college, and it was safer for me to be on the pill than to rely on some boy remembering a rubber at the critical moment.”

“She’s a thoughtful lady, your Mom.”

Ellie nodded. “She is. She’s a good friend, too.” She smiled at me. “I’m really looking forward to this, Charlie. I’m quite wet just thinking about it.”

I indicated the bulge in my jeans. “How do you think it’s affecting me?”

She laughed again, then gazed at me. “Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

“You said you’d had blow-jobs,” she said, her tone innocent. “Anyone I know?”

“One, yes, but she’s in New York now.”

Ellie looked puzzled. “New York? The only girl that I know who went to New York is Thelma Jens.”

“That’s right.” I think I smirked a little.

Ellie gasped in disbelief. “She gave you a blow-job? Little Miss Proper? The girl who blushed every time a boy so much as spoke to her?”

“That’s the one.” I remembered Thelma with affection. Get her skirt up around her hips – or, better, off completely – to play with her pussy, put her cliche horn-rim glasses somewhere safe, and let her hair down from its usual tight bun and she was a different girl. Hell, the blow-job had even been her idea. I was having so much fun playing with her pussy, I’d have settled for a hand-job, because Thelma had made it plain that fucking was very much not on the agenda. Her pussy-juice had tasted good on my fingers, too, so much so I’d even persuaded her to let me eat her. To climax, too. Noisy girl, Thelma. I think that’s what triggered the blow-job, and a very good one it was, too, for someone who claimed it was her first time. She swallowed my jizz, too. I missed her; I think given a little more time I might even have persuaded her to fuck if her folks hadn’t moved.

Ellie shook her head. “I’m amazed. She didn’t look the type.”

“Still waters run deep, Ellie. Look at you.”

Ellie laughed. “I guess so.” She looked at me. “Tomorrow – “

“What about tomorrow?”

“Come along about six. We can see the folks off, and then we can play until nearly midnight.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” I said softly, “but for now, Ellie, sweetheart, can we talk about something else until I can persuade my boner to go down?”

She giggled, that fruity, infectious gurgle of hers. “How’s your French?” she said innocently.

“Huh?”

“Conjugate the irregular verb, ‘to be’.”

Shit! She meant French French! “Je suis,” I began.

* * * * *

Next day took forever to drag through until six. Our folks were planning to have a meal after the concert. They’d booked a table at a favorite restaurant. Mom asked me if I wanted anything to eat before they left.

“Not just now, Mom. Ellie and I, we’ll get something later. No rush.”

“The two of you won’t be bored too much, I hope,” said Mom.

“I don’t think so. Ellie said something about a video, so I guess we’ll be watching that. We’ll be fine, Mom. You and Dad go and enjoy yourselves.”

“I’m sure we will. You and Ellie have fun, too.”

“We will, Mom.” We sure will!

I wandered along to Ellie’s house at about five past six. Her Mom and Dad were in the last throes of getting ready, before going along to our house. My Mom was driving, as tonight’s designated driver. The four of them, my Mom and Dad, and Ellie’s Mom and Dad, went out together often enough to have established a rota. Mom’s turn for the short straw tonight. She’d enjoy herself all the same, any one of them would.

Ellie looked good. White blouse, crisp and fresh, dark red skirt about three inches above the knee. Bare legs and backless slippers. She slipped her arm through mine as we stood on the porch to wave her folks off and, a few minutes later, to wave to all four parents as they drove past. We went back indoors, and Ellie turned to me.

“We’ll give them fifteen minutes, just to make sure they haven’t forgotten anything. We should be okay after that, as Mom either remembers immediately or doesn’t forget.” She hardly had the words out of her mouth before her breathless Mom came rushing in.

“Forgot my purse,” she said, grabbing it from the couch where she’d left it. She waved as she ran through the door. “‘Bye kids, see you around midnight.”

Ellie laughed as her mother disappeared. “See! What’d I tell you? Another ten minutes, just in case.” We sat and watched the TV for those ten minutes – I couldn’t tell you what was on to save my life. The tension was palpable. At last Ellie heaved a sigh. “Okay, Charlie. Give me five minutes, then come up to my room, okay?” She stood and went to the doorway, pausing, gnawing on her bottom lip. “Charlie?”

“Yeah?”

“If you’re about to make love to a girl, would you want to undress istanbul escort bayan her, or have her naked, waiting for you?”

I stared at her, the vision of a naked Ellie in my mind, fighting with another vision of me undressing her. Ellie raised her brows, a half-smile on her face. I laughed. “Surprise me, Ellie.”

She grinned. “In that case, give me ten minutes before you come upstairs.” She blew me a kiss, and was gone.

I spent the ten minutes trying to persuade my prick it wasn’t time to get hard yet. I still could hardly believe what was happening. Ellie and I had been ‘best friends’ since we could walk under the table upright; I had played with her, argued with her, agreed with her, fought with her – hell, fought for her, when a lump of of a sixth-grader tried picking on her, to his regret – and studied with her. I had given my honest opinions on whether I thought her sweater was too tight, her skirt too short, whether her bra showed through her blouse, whether she should wear her hair up or down. We’d even traded information on our classmates, Ellie telling me which girls she thought might be my type, I in turn warning her about the boasters and maulers. As a result, we’d dated people we liked and could trust. I grinned. Thelma had been my own discovery.

We even had the same interest in computers and were off to college to study computer science together, but never for a moment had I considered Ellie sexually. Ellie was Ellie, my friend. It wasn’t that she was unattractive. Far from it, because Ellie is a living doll. Fairly tall, slender, beautiful. Athletic, too, both of us having made the High School swim team. Having to reappraise my attitude towards her made me think of her anew, and I realized after thinking it through that the girls I’d dated all reminded me of Ellie. Even Thelma, although with her it was because I’d found her attitude to life to be similar to Ellie’s, once I got past her horn-rims and her natural reserve. I thought about what I was going to find upstairs and my prick started hardening again. I’d seen Ellie in swimsuits often enough, in competition, and in her bikini on the beach. I knew she went in and out in all the right places, and very nicely, too, but I had no idea what her nipples were like, or her areolae, or whether she shaved her pussy. That brought memory of Thelma back again, as I’d managed to get her out of her bra a few times. Bigger than Ellie, Thelma was. Luscious, kissable, suckable nipples.

I glanced at my watch again for the ninety-fourth time. Ten minutes was up. I took a deep breath and headed upstairs. Ellie’s bedroom door was closed and I knocked gently on the door.

“Come in, Charlie.” I took a deep breath and opened the door, not knowing what I’d find. She’d pulled the drapes, and the room was dimly lit by a low-wattage bedside lamp casting a golden glow. She was sitting on her bed, back against the padded headboard. As far as I could see, she was dressed exactly as she had been downstairs, except that now she was wearing stockings. Or pantyhose, God forbid. She smiled at me, soft, loving, the color high in her cheeks again. She patted the bed beside her. “Come and sit here, lover.”

I’m pretty sure I didn’t stumble, but that evening has so many high spots it’s highly probable I developed selective amnesia. My prick was uncomfortable, but not fully erect, so I could manage to move okay. Just. I kicked my shoes off and sat myself beside Ellie, back against the headboard. She smiled up at me.

“Charlie, I’ve been thinking.”

“You don’t want to go through with it?” I couldn’t believe how disappointed I was.

“Oh, I do, silly. No, it’s what we were talking about in the park, yesterday. About hand-jobs and blow-jobs, sort of thing. You said Thelma gave you a blow-job?”

“Yeah, that’s right. She was good, too.”

“Did you, um, eat her, ever?”

I looked down at Ellie. I could tell my answer to this question was important. “Yes, I did. I think it was my eating Thelma’s pussy that prompted her to give me a blow-job.”

“Didn’t your clothing get in the way? I mean, where did you do it?”

“On her folks’ couch, when they were out. Clothing? I got Thelma out of her skirt, slid off her panties and unfastened her blouse and bra. Bless her, it was front-fastening.”

“So, she was bottomless,” Ellie laughed, “so to speak, and open wide?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“What about you?”

“Sweatshirt off, jeans and shorts round my ankles, I guess.”

“Wouldn’t you have been more comfortable naked?”

“Yes, but we reckoned we could get covered up pretty quick, if her folks came back.”

Ellie smiled up at me, then flushed and looked away. “Charlie, I want to give you a blow-job, before we fuck, and I want you to eat me, too,” she said, so quietly I could hardly hear her.

I smiled down at her. “I think I can tolerate that.”

Ellie laughed. “I think we should be naked, too. That way we can move if we need to, without worrying about tangled clothing.”

“Makes escort erenköy sense,” I said, my prick twitching even further towards hardness. Before I realized what was happening, Ellie had scrambled off the bed. She had a portable Hi-Fi set on the dresser, and pressed ‘play’ on the tape.

“Watch me, lover,” she whispered, as the music began to play. I had no idea what it was that was playing, but that it was bump’n’grind stripper music was beyond doubt. I’ve told you Ellie was pretty athletic. I reckon she could make a good living as a stripper. She was dynamite. Before she even had her skirt off my prick was rock-solid and I was squirming.

Ellie laughed, even as she was moving. “Take your clothes off, Charlie. Get comfortable.” She threw her skirt at me, moving in time with the music, hands at the buttons of her blouse. Long, it covered her panties, but I could see suspender straps clipped to her stockings, and my prick twitched again. I groaned, easing my zip over the mountain, popped the stud at my waistband, and pushed my jeans down, kicking them off over my feet. I sat up and hauled my sweatshirt over my head, throwing it aside. My socks followed, and I was naked, except for an obscenely tented pair of boxer shorts.

Ellie took her hands from her buttons for a moment to applaud me. I grinned at her, indicating my boxers. “They go, when I see your breasts.”

She laughed, loosening the one remaining button on her blouse. Fixing my eyes with hers, her fingers gripping the lapels, she slowly opened the blouse and let it slide back off her shoulders, catching it on one hand and flinging it at me as she pirouetted. I’d seen Ellie loads of times in her bikini, and good as she looked in it, in her underwear, no more revealing, she was dynamite.

Her underwear was sin-scarlet red, half-cup bra, tiny briefs – a thong, I realized as she pirouetted again – garter belt. She was loosening the garter straps as she moved to the music, unclipping the belt and throwing it at me, twirling again, then dancing on the spot, sinuous, exciting. She fixed me with her eyes again, as her hands went to the fastening of her bra. Front, like Thelma’s. She kept her hands together for a moment until, at a climactic moment in the music, she threw her arms apart, letting the bra hang loose and free, exposing her breasts to me for the first time, the bra dropping to the floor as she lowered her arms.

Ellie’s breasts are beautiful. She’s not big, and I don’t think they dropped at all after her bra went. I’m almost certain Ellie’s bras are for decoration, not support. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest, beautifully shaped, so cuppable, crowned by erect little nubbins on inch-across areolae, deep pink against her tan. An idle part of my brain registered – no tan lines! Wow! Where? She idled on the spot, hips moving, feet still. She grinned at me.

“Get them off, Charlie.”

I smiled, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers, lifting my ass so I could move them down. When my ass hit the bed again, the only thing stopping my shorts from moving was my erection, and I had to lift the front over the obstruction. I paused, still covered as far as Ellie was concerned, and fixed her with my eye. She was still moving on the spot, but now her hands were caressing her breasts for me. I groaned and she grinned again. I pushed the boxers down and let the front snap back against my thighs as I pushed them down. Ellie stopped moving for a moment, her gaze fixed on my prick, rock-hard, an expression on her face that I found almost impossible to define, combining pleasure, surprise and – I think – pure lust.

Her gaze came up to mine and we locked eyes. She smiled widely and licked her lips, her thumbs going to the waistband of her minuscule panties. Never ceasing her hip movements, she began to push them down, but as she did, she turned away from me, so that I watched the thong sliding out of her ass crack, dropping free. She loosened the panties from her hands and they fell to her feet. Still with her back to me – not that I was complaining, because Ellie’s ass is pure poetry; tight, firm, rounded – she stepped clear with one foot, hooked the toe of her other foot into the waistband, spun on her toes and flicked the panties at me with her foot. I caught them and stared at her as she dropped into the classic glamour pose, weight on one foot, the other leg bent, her hands on her thighs, fingers spread.

I could see the cleft of her pussy clearly, for she’d shaved it and the lips were bare of hair, just a little rabbit-scut tuft on her mons. Her eyes caught mine and I grinned, lifting her panties to my nose and breathing deeply. Fresh spring soap and super-heated sexy woman. Ellie moved towards me, crawling onto the bed, her gaze locked on mine. As I put her panties to one side she laid herself half along my side and her lips came to mine in our first lovers’ kiss.

Gentle at first, learning, exploring, the heat we’d already built up leaked into our kiss and made us hotter. Ellie’s lips were soft, warm, slightly salty under the strawberry flavor of her lipstick, and they parted easily to the gentle pressure of my tongue, hers coming out to duel with mine in the arena of our mouths, sparring, striking, nimble, exciting. Ellie moaned into the kiss, her lips moving against mine.

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Harold watched Jennifer walking into the bathroom, her long breasts swaying with every movement.

Jennifer noticed his keen interest.

“My daughter told me that you are a breast man. Like my tits? Here, feel free! I know my tits make guys horny.”

She offered him her breasts with her hands.

He sat on the edge of the bath, took them in his hands and gently massaged the amazingly long breasts.

They were less firm than those of Annie and Jennifer, but they were not drooping.

Their deep black skin was shining and silky soft.

Jennifer was well preserved, with only a few wrinkles around her eyes.

He could not help but take a nipple in his mouth. It was long and firm, like Emmy’s.

Jennifer sighed of pleasure.

“No milk today!” she laughed, “I hear that Annie and Emmy let you suck them.”

Harold moaned.

“Sorry love, no milk from me, the old cow, but I hope just sucking my tits makes you horny.

Oh, it does, look! “She grinned and took his growing penis in her hand.

When you’ve finished with my titties we go in the water, OK? I will deal with him later.

Like Annie and Emmy, she now playfully referred to his penis as if it were a person, a ‘he’.

They had a delightful time together in the bath. It was exciting to feel each other’s genitals and massage them under the layer of foam. Harold’s erection became so fierce that the glans of his penis rose above the water, to the delight of Jennifer.

“Goowd, you’re becoming hard again! Good boy! Promises good fun!” she laughed.

Suddenly she looked him in the eye and said, “you know what I really want now? I want you to eat my peach. To lick my pussy, you know.

Emmy says you’re very good, you learned from, what’s her name again?”

“Lydia?” Harold asked.

“Yes, Lydia, that’s it, I knew it was a posh name! Still, she loves a good munch then, this Lydia?”

Harold recognized the terms from his pornographic magazines.

He smiled and nodded.

“Lydia, so beautiful, so sweet. She was my first woman you know. She will for always be my first.”

He told Jennifer about his relationship with Lydia and Glen and how she initiated him. Not only in straight intercourse but also in various sexual techniques. And, yes indeed also in cunnilingus.

She listened with interest whilst she massaged his penis, and let his hands roam freely over her body.

Her long, dark red nipples were a continuous source of arousal for him. As with Emmy’s nipples they reminded him of animal teats. He loved to lift her breasts out of the water and take the nipples between his fingers.

When he had told her everything, Jennifer said, “You were lucky to have an older woman for your very first fuck.

Emmy and Annie think you are better in bed because you had your first sex with a mother; a married woman who still nursed I believe.

I’ve been a whore myself, you know that no? Sex is not the same with a customer as with a guy you really want to fuck, I can tell you that.”

Harold suddenly felt affection for the older woman in his arms, and he kissed her gently.

“You sweety,” she said, and she squeezed his penis.

“It’s your birthday Jennifer and I am yours for the night, remember. You chose what we do,” he whispered.

“Thanks, sweety, I know what I want. A looong and slow licking of my cunt. Lick me till I come. That’s what I want, will you do that for me?”

She looked at him to see his reaction.

“Yes Jennifer, I will,” Harold smiled, “as long escort kartal as you want, as much as you need for you to come.

Lydia taught me how to do it.”

They helped drying each other. Jennifer let him dry her breasts and smiled when she saw his genuine youthful arousal.

His penis stood upright in a fierce erection. “He’ll have to wait now. I will help him later, don’t worry,” Jennifer laughed.

She lay down on her back on the bed and spread her thighs. This time, the head of a pink clitoris was already showing between the labia of her large black vulva.

“I want to see you, I want to see you doing it,” she said and drew a cushion under her head.

Harold was proud that he could show her that he knew what to do.

Jennifer’s vulva was much larger and looked less firm than that of the three other women he knew.

The labia were swollen but looser and showing part of their pink insides.

Even his flat tongue did not cover the width of the labia. So, he decided to lick them one at a time, first the right one then the left one. Jennifer left him alone finding his way and just showed by a shudder and a ‘yes!’ when she liked what he was doing.

He was careful not to touch the clitoris during his licking. It began to protrude imploringly amongst the swollen labia.

Sometimes she watched him lick, sometimes she closed her eyes for a while, groaning softly.

After a while he felt her body starting to shudder gently and heard her groaning intensifying.

Harold decided to try.

Very slowly and gently he closed his lips around the now prominent clitoris.

Jennifer reacted with a jolt, and she started to squirm.

Harold had trouble holding on to the clitoris with his mouth.

“Yes, take him, yes, pull him out! Yes, yes, that’s it, pull him out, pull him!” she yelled imploringly and looked at him with fiery eyes. “That’s a good boy, go on, oh yes!”

Harold sucked the head of the clitoris further into his mouth. It was rigid by now.

He let it slip in and out and with his tongue tickled the little knob.

At the same time, he introduced his forefingers gently into the drenched vagina below.

The woman was squirming and panting heavily by now.

When he found the ribbed parts on the slippery inside he started the massage that Lydia had taught him so well; by alternatively bending and stretching his fingers.

“Oh goowd, that’s it, that’s it, go on, don’t stop…please!” Jennifer yelled.

Her entire body began to shake.

She had taken his head between her hands as if to pull it further between her thighs.

Suddenly she lifted her trembling legs into the air, she shook her head and let out a deep groan.

She came.

Harold had released the clitoris from his mouth when he felt the big mature woman approaching her climax.

It seemed to him that those mighty thighs could crush him if she closed them!

The groaning and trembling continued for some time until all of a sudden Jennifer’s heavy legs fell back onto the bed, and she remained immobile. Her panting slowly subsiding.

After a few minutes, Harold bent over her. “Are you OK, Jennifer,” he asked, watching the panting woman.

She opened her eyes, and a broad smile appeared on her face.

“Oh sweety, I feel wonderful, don’t worry. You’ve done a super job. I haven’t come like that in years!”

She pulled Harold’s face down and kissed him on the lips.

“Come, lie with Jennifer, let me look bayan escort at you.”

Harold lied down next to her. She looked him in the eyes and whispered, “your turn now, you think you are strong enough?”

She reached for his balls and squeezed them.

Harold winced softly.

“I think you have enough,” Jennifer said, “what you want now is squirting, no? Goowd you’re tense!”

She got up and sat on the edge of the bed and laid the towel on her lap.

“Come here,” she ordered, “no, over here, just in front of me.”

Harold obeyed.

His erect penis stood up right in front of Jennifer’s eyes. Pre-cum leaked out and made a clear, swaying thread.

Harold’s hands sought support on her shoulders.

Jennifer did not waste any time. She bent over and swept aside the thread of pre-cum with one hand and firmly grasped the stiff member with her other. Then she pulled it upwards so that she could reach his balls with her mouth.

She felt him shake and heard him groan.

After in initial expert treatment of his balls with her lips and tongue, she grasped his scrotum firmly with her hand.

She spat on the glans and took it fully into her mouth.

When Jennifer started to suck, his groaning became quasi continuous. He was squirming.

Jennifer could rely on her experience with many men and blowjobs, and she used the very best of her tricks on the young man.

Like her daughter she was capable of sucking the strength out of a man!

Harold therefore did not last long.

Jennifers’ lips sliding over the head and part of the penis felt like the caresses of the labia of a vulva.

Her mouth was like a vagina that sucked!

She sucked noisily and saliva dripped onto the towel on her lap. At times she moaned encouragingly.

As a former prostitute she knew how to arouse a man to his limits.

The moment she stretched and kneaded his scrotum with her hand he came.

The young man moaned and threw his head back. The muscles in his upper legs and in his groin contracted violently and the spasmic pumping began.

Jennifer kept swallowing zealously and at several times she moaned approvingly.

She watched his reactions closely and when his ejaculation subsided she stopped sucking.

After the final spasms of his penis, he collapsed at her feet. He felt utterly drained.

He came by when he heard Jennifer’s voice.

“A big load that was sweety and good, thick and creamy!”

He looked down and saw her smiling broadly.

“I’m tired now,” she said, “must be my age! Come, lie next to me in bed.”

Harold cuddled up to the warm woman and put his arms around her.

The wine and the sex took their toll…

He could just switch off the sidelight before they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Fully naked.

A very mature woman of sixty-five and her nineteen year old lover!

Jennifer was the first to wake up. The digital clock on the side table showed 8 AM.

When she realized where she was she watched the young man next to her, moving erratically and in the process of waking up.

She was moved by his youthful and innocent-looking appearance.

At the same time, the sight of his young muscular body and his impressive male member did not fail to arouse her.

When he opened his eyes, Jennifer bent over him and stroked him over the head.

“Hi sweety, how are you feeling?”

When Harold recognized Jennifer, scenes of their hot love making the night before came up in his escort maltepe mind.

“Hello Jen, I feel great, thanks to you.”

He stretched out his arm to caress her thighs. He watched helplessly when he saw his penis starting to grow again.

Jennifer saw that too of course.

“I can see that,” Jennifer laughed aloud, “looks like you’ve had enough rest!

Still fancy this old girl, do you? After you fucked me so hard yesterday?”

Harold blushed profusely.

He wanted her again, but he felt too ashamed to admit. His rapidly swelling member gave him away though.

“Don’t be silly,” Jennifer said, “fancy another fuck? I do! Come on!”

She lay down on her back and spread her thighs.

“Come on, fuck old Jen. I know you want it, I see you want it!”

“I want it too you know,” she added with a coarse voice.

In no time, Harold found himself again in Jennifer’s tight embrace and his penis lodged deep in her vagina.

Again, it was the mature woman who took the lead and made him come, but not after she herself had had an orgasm.

Satisfied they stayed in bed for another half hour and then they took a shower.

There was a little notice from the hotel management, slipped under the door and saying that they would not be disturbed for the whole morning if they so wished. That they could order breakfast in the room.

Harold rang reception and ordered a continental breakfast for Jennifer and himself.

He had come to really enjoy the company of the very mature woman.

She told him about her eventful life, first in the tropics and later in the country they were in.

She had many anecdotes about customers she had served during her long period in a brothel.

The only slight embarrassment Harold noticed was when he asked about her daughter. She admitted that it was through her that Emmy also had worked as a luxury prostitute for some time.

“Emmy had posh customers”, she smiled, “got a few wanting to marry her!”

Towards 11 AM Jennifer rang her daughter.

Emmy came to pick them up in her car.

She deposited Harold near his home and took her mother with her to Annie’s house where both she and Annia wanted to hear everything about her night with Harold.

Here is where we finish our account of young Harold’s initiation to sex.

He successfully pursued and finished his studies of medicine, and he went on to specialize in gynaecology.

During the first two years of his studies at university, he continued to see Annia and Emmy for sex during the weekends.

After his hot night with Jennifer, the two women had no problems persuading him to spend a night each month with Jennifer too.

In his third year Harold met his future wife. A nurse, ten years his senior. Heavily built, with large breasts…With a similar libido and great love for sex as his.

His apprentice years had shaped his preferences for ever…

When he came to date the nurse regularly, the three women deemed it appropriate that they ceased their sexual relationship with Harold.

They continued to see each other occasionally as friends though.

Annie and Emmy soon found another young lover to replace Harold in their beds.

From the McPhersons in Singapore, he learned that they too had found a young man to spice up their sex life.

Harold tactfully refrained from telling his girlfriend and later wife about his turbulent first years of sex, but she benefited greatly from his experience.

He was determined that by the time his sexual forces would start to diminish, he would let his wife take a very young lover to satisfy her sexual needs.

So that, by the same token, another young man could be initiated in sex, that delicious ‘gift of life’, by an experienced older woman.

The End

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This is a work of fiction. This story involves an innocent college freshman losing her virginity when she falls hard for a fellow student. No, this isn’t the nursery rhyme that you know. If any of that disturbs you, then you should stop reading now. Any similarity to real names or real people is coincidental. Constructive comments are always welcome, but please read the whole story to the end before you comment.

My philosophy is that a story should be like a woman’s skirt. It should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep it interesting. I try to do that in my stories. You may or may not agree with me as to where I should end a story, but know that I end each story where I think it should end.

Nobody in this story was under 18 when they had sex.

Jill had done well in high school. She wasn’t one of the speakers at her graduation, but she had done well enough to secure a scholarship at one of her state’s universities. Her family was not well off by any means, and college would have been impossible without the scholarship. Even so, the scholarship didn’t pay for everything she would need at school. She had taken a summer job in the city where her family lived to make up the difference between what the scholarship offered and what she needed. She also hoped that she might find a job on campus to help her out as well.

So, when summer ended, Jill headed up to the town where her university for the next four years was located. She had visited the campus before, but she was still shocked at how big it was. This wasn’t going to be like high school, where she could go from class to class easily. It would require better planning and scheduling to make sure that she could make it between classes and always be on time.

Luckily, Jill had already chosen her major, and they had set classes for her to take each quarter. Even so, she wanted to take some extra classes each quarter, so she still had to schedule her classes to be able to make everything work. When she first arrived at the campus, she headed to the dorm where she had been assigned, found her room, and unpacked her clothes and stuff. She would have a roommate, which was nothing new for Jill.

Growing up, Jill had always shared a room with her two sisters, so having only one roommate would be an improvement for her. It wasn’t long before Sue, her new roommate, showed up at the room. Jill helped her unpack, and they talked a lot. Jill found that she had a lot in common with Sue, growing up in a large family and not having much money, but there were also some big differences. Sue had been in the popular crowd at her school, while Jill had been a bookworm nerd. While Sue had dated all the way through high school, Jill had only had one date, and that was a disappointing experience.

Both girls were on the university’s meal plan, so after unpacking, they headed to the cafeteria for lunch. They talked some more at lunch, but Jill wanted to walk around campus and pinpoint all of the buildings and rooms where she would have classes, so she left Sue to go on her walk. She went through her classes in order, mapping out the route as she went, so she would be able to memorize the routes between classes for later.

Jill had different classes each day, so she had to make a day-by-day plan for getting around. A few things surprised her. First, the lecture halls were huge. She had heard that freshman classes were used to weed out the dunderheads, and large classes would certainly do that, but it still surprised her to see more than three hundred seats in the lecture halls.

She knew that she was a poor note taker, so Jill had refined a method in high school to make sure she didn’t miss anything. She would set up her cell phone on her desk to record while she took the best notes she could. Her cell phone had a stand, which made it easy to record without being obvious. That way, she could review both her notes and her recordings in the evenings and make sure that her notes caught everything important. After that, the recordings could be discarded. To record in the huge lecture halls, she would have to make sure that she always sat near or at the front, and to do that, she would always have to be early.

Jill was busy laying out her plan for getting between classes when she spotted a boy who appeared to be doing the same thing. In fact, she saw him in a few of the rooms she had visited. Curiosity got the best of her, so she smiled and asked him if he was following her. The boy looked startled and replied that he was just mapping out his classes for the next day. It turned out the they had almost identical schedules because they had the same business administration major.

This surprised Jill, but she decided that she needed to know this boy. “Hi,” she said. My name is Jill, and it appears that we will be in a lot of classes together.”

The boy seemed shy, but he answered, “My name is Jack. I guess that happens when you are following the same schedule.” They talked as they walked between class escort pendik locations. Each of them had a couple of electives the other didn’t, but they stayed together helping each other find all of the different class locations. It turned out that even with their busy schedules, both would have free time almost every day. Since Jill wanted to find a job on-campus, it was important to know when she could work. She knew that all the jobs would be filled soon, so it was important to act quickly.

Jill sensed that this might become a real friendship or more, and even though she hadn’t had a lot of friends in high school, she wanted to make more friends in college. Jack and Jill talked about all sorts of things while they walked around the campus, and by the end of the afternoon, both thought they knew the other pretty well. They had visited all of their class locations, and they had visited the university book store to pick up all of their required textbooks and supplies. Their department had given them a list, so it was easy.

It turned out that Jack would be living in the dorm right next to Jill’s dorm, and they would be using the same cafeteria. In other words, they would be seeing each other a lot, so it was fortunate that they had made friends with each other early. It was dinnertime, so they decided to go to dinner together. Sue joined them as did Jack’s roommate Tom. They all seemed to get along well, which Jill was very happy about.

One luxury that Jill did have was a laptop computer and a printer. She had worked hard during the summers between her high school years to earn the money to buy these items. The laptop and printer were a few years old now, but she had taken good care of them, so she thought they should last for many more years. Having a computer and printer in her room meant that she wouldn’t have to use the computer labs to complete her assignments, which would be a huge time saver.

After dinner, Jill went back to her room to get on-line to search for jobs. One other perk about living in the dorm was free WIFI, so she always had internet access. Jill got on the university bulletin board and quickly found jobs in which she was interested. One of them was as a librarian assistant, which offered flexible hours. She took down the information and determined to apply the next morning.

The next day was the start of classes, and Jill was shocked to see large numbers of students everywhere. The day before, the campus had been fairly quiet, but now it was bustling with activity. She realized quickly that she would have to add time buffers to all of her walks between classes. Right after breakfast, Jill went to the library to apply for the job, and they were very courteous in taking her application. The people at the front desk told her that somebody might call her within a day or so, if she had the necessary qualifications.

Jill hurried to her first class and arrived twenty minutes before class started. She was happy to see Jack sitting in the middle of the first row, and she sat down next to him. “Hi Jack,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to say that, but it can be taken the wrong way in some places.”

“I get that a lot, actually,” replied Jack. “Some people even think it’s funny,” he said as he smiled.

Jill realized that she might have hit one of Jack’s hot buttons, so she apologized. “I’m sorry I greeted you like that. I will find a different greeting in the future.”

“No worries,” Jack replied. “I’m not mad at you. How could I possibly be mad at such a beautiful girl?”

“Whoa,” thought Jill. She had always thought of herself as being slightly on the pretty side of average, but nobody had actually called her ‘beautiful’ before, and she wasn’t sure how to react. She finally replied with a simple, “Thank you,” as she blushed.

Jack was smiling at her as she put her book, notebook and cell phone in their proper places on her desktop. “You are certainly organized,” he commented. “Would you like to study together?”

Jill was startled for the second time in as many minutes. She had thought that Jack would be a good study buddy, but it might be difficult to schedule if she got a part-time job, so she replied, “Maybe.” She told him about applying for the job in the library, but she didn’t know what her hours would be if she got it.

He understood and admitted that he was also looking for part-time employment. He said, “Let’s see what our schedules are and figure it out then.”

That sounded good to Jill, so she nodded her assent. The professor came into the lecture hall at that point, so there would be no more talking. Jill set up her phone to record and the lecture started. It was just as boring as she thought it would be, with the professor covering a lot of class rules. The class teaching assistants were introduced, and she and Jack discovered that they would both have the same TA. It was over halfway through the scheduled class time before the professor finally got around to the topic. Looking istanbul escort around, Jill was sure that a lot of her classmates were almost asleep by that time.

Jill started taking notes, and she noticed that Jack was also taking notes. That would be good if they studied together. What one missed, the other might catch. Between their notes and Jill’s recordings, they should both have a pretty good grasp of the subject matter.

After the class finished, they had an hour before their next class, so they stopped at the student center to get a drink. With their meal plans, they were allowed to get drinks, or even eat occasionally at the university student center at no charge.

As she and Jack talked, Jill received a text from somebody at the library. She was surprised that the text had come so quickly, but she replied immediately. The librarian wanted to set up an appointment, so Jill would go to meet with the librarian immediately after their next class.

Jack was very happy for her and thought she had a fair chance to get the job. Jill certainly hoped so. Even though work would put an extra burden on her schedule, it would be worth it to have extra spending money during the school year. Money may not bring happiness, but it could certainly make happiness easier to come by.

She offered to help Jack find a job after lunch, if he wished. He did and thanked her in advance for her help. That made Jill smile. She liked helping others, especially when they were like Jack. When they finished their drinks, they made their way to their next class, and once again sat next to each other in the center of the front row. They found it interesting that the back of the hall filled up faster than the front. It made them wonder why the other students were in school. Neither would lose any sleep over it though.

That was their last class before lunch, and Jack made his way back to his dorm while Jill went to her appointment. She told them at the front desk that she had an appointment with the librarian, and one of the girls took her to the librarian’s office. Just before they got to the office door, the girl told her that she hoped that she got the job because she thought that Jill would fit right in.

The girl opened the office door and introduced Jill to the librarian. Ms. Walker, the librarian, was very formal, but friendly, as she ran Jill through a series of questions. Jill had jobs while in high school, but this was her first actual interview. Ms. Walker seemed impressed with Jill’s knowledge of the library system (Jill had spent a lot of time in libraries while in high school, and she understood how they worked) and her work history. She hired her on the spot. They spent the next twenty minutes working out Jill’s work schedule for the next semester, so she would get about sixteen hours a week at the library. That still left her with plenty of free time to study or do whatever.

When Jill got to the cafeteria, she told Sue, Jack and Tom the good news. They were all very happy for her, and Jack was delighted that she would still have time to study with him. She showed him her schedule, and they worked out a few hours of study time each week. Of course, that was dependent on his work hours if he got a job too.

When they were walking to their first afternoon class (their only afternoon class together that day), Jack wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked and said softly, “I am very impressed with you. I’m glad we found each other.”

She smiled up at him and replied, “I’m glad as well.” Jill’s thoughts were already going far beyond just studying with Jack. He was well on his way to becoming a crush. The arm around her waist didn’t hurt either, and she walked even closer to him to encourage him to continue holding her next to him. “Who knows?” she thought to herself. “This might go far beyond the crush I feel already.”

They got to their next class with plenty of time to spare and prepared their materials while they waited for the professor to arrive. Jack decided it was a good time to find out more about her, so they talked about their pasts. Their circumstances were similar, both of them coming from large families, where space and money were rare, but responsibilities were plentiful. Both were the oldest children in their families, so both were charged with taking care of their siblings. Both had jobs throughout high school to earn money.

The class was similar to their morning classes. Most of the time was spent on class rules and introductions, but the remainder was devoted to an overview of what they could expect from the course. Like her other courses, there was homework given at the end of class, and Jill quickly realized that much of her free time was going to be eaten up by class assignments. Of course, those assignments would be checked by the TA’s, with the professors taking no interest in the students at all. This would be the norm throughout their freshman year, but then classes would get smaller and they would have more interaction escort kurtköy with the professors starting in their sophomore year.

When the class ended, Jack and Jill went their separate ways. Jack had an electronics class (he would minor in technology) and Jill had an art class (she would minor in marketing and graphic design). They would meet again at dinner in the cafeteria, but before that, Jill had to go back to the library for an orientation and whatever else they wanted her to do.

Jill went through the orientation quickly, since she already had knowledge of how the library worked. She was shown around to all of the various sections, so she would know where everything was. It really wasn’t too much different than a public library except that it had much larger reference, periodical and academia sections than most libraries with which she was familiar. She spent the rest of the afternoon putting returned books and magazines away in their proper places.

It had been a long day by the time Jill got back to her room. She thought about lying on her bed for a few minutes before dinner, but decided that if she did, she might fall asleep and miss dinner completely. Therefore, she opened her laptop and started looking for jobs for Jack. She only had a basic idea of what Jack was looking for in a job, but it seemed like there could be several jobs in which he might be interested.

She thought that she might need to take her laptop to the cafeteria to show him what she had found because she wasn’t sure what the rules were for boys in the girl’s dorm. It turned out that there was no rule, so she just invited him up to her room after dinner.

Meals in the cafeteria weren’t anything special, but there were lots of choices, so students couldn’t blame anybody but themselves if they didn’t get proper nutrition. Jill preferred the salad bar for dinner, but sometimes got a grilled chicken breast to cut up over the salad. It was a pretty healthy choice. Jack preferred to get a cheeseburger and fries for dinner (or lunch for that matter).

They both enjoyed their dinner with Sue and Tom, and the conversation was lively (though Jill yawned a few times). When they were finished, Jill invited Jack up to her room to look at the job bulletin board on her laptop. Sue made a comment, “Boy, you really move fast.” I told her I was just helping Jack find a job, and Sue replied, “Sure you are, wink, wink.”

Nevertheless, when they got to Jill’s room, she had Jack sit down next to her on her bed to look through the jobs. “Wow. There are a lot more jobs available than I thought there would be,” he said. He actually found two jobs on her laptop that were very interesting to him, and he copied down the information to follow up the next day.

Sue came in while they were searching through the jobs, and was amazed that Jack and Jill really were looking for jobs for Jack. She obviously thought the two had other plans. Sue was a lot more experienced with relationships than Jill was, and she viewed boys as a lot of fun sexually rather than just for romantic fantasies. Whereas Jill was still a virgin (Sue didn’t know that yet), Sue was already very experienced with sex. Her own background was why she quickly assumed that I was taking Jack to the dorm room for sex.

It wasn’t long before Jill realized why Sue had assumed that she and Jack were going to the room for sex. Even Jack thought that he might get lucky that night, but it wasn’t to be. Jill did let him kiss her after telling her, “Thank you.” She hadn’t had many that kisses with boys, the Jack’s kiss was definitely the best. Her insides were doing flip flops as he kissed her. She melted in his arms, and he probably could have done anything he wanted, but he was too inexperienced himself to recognize that and left her room right after the kiss.

After Jack left her room, Jill’s mind was racing. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she was sure that she wanted more of it. It seemed like her emotions were as messed up as her mind was. Her relationship with Jack had just turned from study buddy to boyfriend with just one kiss. Instead of thinking of Jack as just a boy, she was seeing him as a potential lover.

Even though Jill was still a virgin, she was still knowledgeable about how sex was done and what it was supposed to feel like, and she recognized the tingles in her tummy as the signs that her body was preparing itself for sex. In addition, she could feel how wet her panties had suddenly become … very, very wet.

Jill tried to study before bed, and actually finished the class assignments for the next day, but she was thinking about Jack. When she put on her nightie and crawled into bed, she was still thinking about Jack. Her fingers found her vulva, and she softly rubbed her labia, pretending that it was Jack rubbing her. Her eyes were closed while she rubbed herself, as she was trying to imagine what it would be like to have sex with Jack.

Eventually, her conscience (and religious upbringing) caught up with her, and she stopped rubbing herself. She had been taught that masturbation was wrong, but she always wondered why God would make something that was wrong feel so good. In any event, she soon fell asleep, and was already fast asleep when Sue got back to the room.

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Don’t Tell!

By Dawn Ramble

Many of my followers do not disclose their bios. Those who do cover the gender spectrum and a wide range of ages including some lusty seniors. And while I hope it provides fun for all, this story is dedicated to them. Of course, not all are lucky enough to remain as virile as Walter, but as long as your libido is active you are never too old to enjoy sex even if it just involves intimate touching. It just takes imagination and creativity.

My name is Deirdre Park, I’m a teacher and would-be artist, married and in my early forties. I grew up in the city, but my earliest clear and vivid memories are all of the farm where my grandmother lived. That’s where I learned to milk a cow and ride a pony. My Dad was a salesman for some company and was always on the road. When I was little, he would put me on his knee or on his shoulder and make me laugh. By the time I was five he would just come in and drink a beer or two while he watched television and Mom served me my dinner. Then it was my bedtime and soon the two of them would be in bed too.

I had just turned seven when he left and Mum took me to Gran and Gramps’s farm while she tried to find us a smaller place to live. It was early June and school was almost over. I didn`t mind; Dad’s leaving meant little to me, and it never even occurred to me to wonder if I might be in any way to blame. I was surprised when Gran gently assured me it had nothing to do with me, and I was happy to assure her I had no worries on that score. After a couple of weeks Mom came up to stay and said we had a new place to move into at the end of the month.

It was some days later that Gran and Mom and I went for a walk. It was a really hot day and Gran said it would be cooler in the shade by the river. It was pleasant to walk there and after a bit we came to a wide pool with a waterfall.

“Remember this?” asked Gran and Mom said, “Of course, our favourite swimming spot. God, it’s so hot I wouldn’t mind a swim right now.”

“Nothing to stop you,” said Gran.

“I’ve nothing to wear.”

“None of us ever did.”

“I know but that was then.”

“Nobody’s here; I don’t see the difference.”

“What difference?” I asked, as I was confused but very much liked the idea of swimming.

“We don’t have our swimsuits. Gran and I used to swim naked here when I was your age. What do you think of that?”

I was silent for a minute or two; then I just said, “I’d like to swim. It’s so hot I really would,” and I started to pull at my t-shirt.

“Okay, I guess it would be okay if you want to, but we don`t have suits or towels.”

I was already stripping off my shirt and bending to undo my runners.

There was a waterfall as the end of the pool and at that moment a man came swimming from somewhere behind it. He swiftly swam to the far side and stood waist deep in the water facing us.

“Sorry, I heard your voices and thought that it was time I should be going. If you would just turn around for moment, I’ll get out and leave you to enjoy the pool in peace.”

Mom and Gran both turned their backs, but I watched as he climbed energetically out of the water and reached for his towel which was lying on a rock. He was tall and solidly built and although he looked quite old, he moved quickly and surely. He began to dry himself and turned sideways as he toweled vigorously. I knew men had penises; a boy who lived near me had surprised me a year ago when we were six by dropping his shorts and showing me how high up a wall he could pee. I remember I pretended to be grossed out, but I was impressed and envious.

Of course, I had seen statues and paintings of naked men at our museum, but I was startled by what I now saw hanging between this man’s legs. It was certainly bigger than I expected. I noticed Gran and Mom had also turned around and it rose as we watched.

“Did he know we were watching?” I wondered.

Then he turned his back and pulled on his jeans and plaid shirt before slipping on his trainers and quickly disappearing into the far bushes. I heard a laugh and saw Mom was blushing a bright red as she said, “Did I just see wha…”

“Yes, you did!” answered Gran, “I’d always heard Walt was big and they weren’t joshing.”

“Oh, my!” I remember Mom saying, “That’s one you would not quickly forget.”

“He’s got to be sixty, if he’s a day,” laughed Gran, “What a hulk!”

They may have said more but by then I was already swimming and heading for the waterfall. When I turned around Gran was already in the water and Mom was stepping in carefully. I thought she looked beautiful. She must then have been twenty-nine or maybe thirty and Gran a very active fifty-two. We all swam around and then stood together under the waterfall feeling the cold water fall on us. I loved the naughtiness of us all being naked together. It’s a memory I have never forgotten.

Later Mom’s words came back to me. I remembered Mr. Walt’s penis pointing proudly at the sky as though it had a will of its own although it was clearly attached escort kadiköy to his body, an image that remained in my mind resurfacing from time to time over my teenage years. At that time, I could not imagine what Mom had meant. Some years later, as I learned a bit about ‘the birds and bees,’ I recalled her words and wondered again about what she had said. Was it just that it was an image that remained lodged in the memory, or did she mean something more…? I didn’t know the right words for what I was thinking.

It was also about then that I started paying more attention to the animals on the farm, especially their penises. I realized the pony I was learning to ride on was a boy when I saw it dangling down a couple of days later. It was even bigger than what I remembered Mr. Walt’s to be.

The years passed and at least once a year I visited my grandparents on the farm. By the time I was fifteen Mom started going on dates again, but never really found a steady relationship. Sometimes the man stayed over, which at first, I found embarrassing, especially as they sometimes wandered into the bathroom naked. I observed that while some looked bigger than others, none ever looked like Mr. Walt.

When I was seventeen Gramps died just before Christmas, and Mom and I went to be with Gran for a few weeks. Mr. Walt was among the villagers who came to the funeral and offered his condolences. Despite the passing years it seemed to me he had barely changed. I learned his name was actually Walter Morgan, and he had been born in Wales. He had a very quiet voice and manner despite his tall and burly physique. When we shook hands I felt it lasted a moment too long. Was it him or me? I found he had kind eyes full of empathy as he expressed his regrets for the loss of my grandfather even though he said he had not known him well.

I noted he held Mom’s hand in the same manner as he spoke quietly to her. When he reached Gran I saw he clasped both her hands within his own. Hers seemed tiny within his. Back at the farm Gran said what a very kind and gentle gentleman he was, and we all agreed.

Some weeks after school ended I asked Mom if I might go and stay with Gran. I would be starting at university in September. Mom had started a new relationship, and I felt it might benefit from my absence for a little while. He seemed nice and I was at an age where I didn’t need him to be my new dad. Mom seemed slightly hesitant after she spoke to Gran on the phone, but then said, “Of course, just try to be helpful and fit in.”

I arrived close to dinner time. Gran met me at the door, and I was surprised to see Walter standing behind her. He took my suitcase and carried it up to my room with greater ease than I might have. How old was he? Gran had said he was at least sixty when she was fifty-two and she was now sixty-four. He had to be at least in his seventies, but he seemed as vigorous as ever. After dinner Walter said he should be going, but Gran urged him to stay. The house had four bedrooms, although the one that Gramps had used as his dressing room was now Gran’s sewing room or so she called it. It also still had a single bed. I think she used it more for reading and naps than needlework.

As Gran and Walter sat watching television I went up to my room to read. Around ten I heard them come upstairs. Walter was in the room at the far end from mine and Gran’s was next to the bathroom at the other end. At around ten-thirty I went to brush my teeth, and I turned out my light ten minutes later.

At some point I am vaguely aware of the soft footsteps of Walter going to the bathroom. I wake again to find the earliest light of dawn peeping round the edges of the blinds and I need to pee. I lie for a moment…no, I really need to pee. I get up, pull my sweater round my shoulders and hurry along the landing suddenly remembering there is more than just Gran and I in the house. I hope Walter doesn’t emerge as my sweater does little to cover my nakedness. I slip silently into the bathroom and sit down. I was right, I really need to pee.

I hear footsteps coming closer. I am sitting there in the dark. Did I lock the door? I have an image of Walter entering, possibly penis already in hand, but the steps continue further.

As the flow of my urine stops, I become aware of the rhythmic sounds of movement from Gran’s room and the occasional creaks of the bedframe.

I know these sounds from some of Mom’s better dates. On more than one occasion I have brought myself to orgasm while listening. Now an image of Walter’s massive cock fills my mind. Is it really as big as I remember? I wipe, stand up and tiptoe to the basin to wash my hands. We don’t flush pee at night as the toilet’s old and noisy. I quietly open the door (I had not locked it) and slip out. I’m about to turn to my room away from the ever more audible sounds they are making, when I notice the door is not fully closed. With just four silent steps I am able to peek in. Walter and Gran are both on the bed, he on his back and Gran escort bayan squatting riding up and down his thickness with her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her lips. She’s facing him and almost facing me as the bedroom door is close to the bedhead.

At that moment her eyes open, and she’s looking right at me but shows no recognition, maybe because she isn’t wearing her glasses or maybe because she does not wish to. She bends forward and whispers, and with a quick and apparently practiced set of moves, she’s rolled over onto her back knees pulled to her chest and he is on top with outstretched arms. Then their fucking gets serious. He too is now facing me but not acknowledging me.

They’re lit by the growing brightness leaking through a gap in her curtains. Avoiding his eyes I find myself moving further into the room only feet from them. As I move, I can see Gran’s fingers slowly but surely massaging the swollen nub of her clitoris. When I turn to stand below the foot of the bed, I find myself face to face with Walter’s sinewy rear. I watch the rippling movement of his thigh muscles and glutes. I’m no more than a foot from his naked arse and huge balls and figure he must shave himself down there.

Then I am bending lower to watch as he continues to plunge into her with vigour. His thick shaft is covered in her juices or perhaps an excess of lubricant or both. He pauses and pulls back, and she shifts her legs onto his buttocks before he thrusts in again. I step back a foot or two straightening as I do so. I still have a clear view as each deep thrust spreads her juicy swollen labia until he is fully buried and once again all I can see is his butt before he withdraws only to thrust again with ever-increasing velocity. That’s when I realize that my fingers are rubbing my clit with almost the same ferocity. I feel the slow but inexorable build towards a climax that I am struggling to repress. The room is full of the smells of sweat and sex, and my urgency grows with every intake of breath. Gran begins to moan and then suddenly cries, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, Jesus now, now!” and in my head I am echoing her words.

It seems both our prayers are answered. I see her legs pull off him as her pelvis is wracked with spasms and I’m struggling to keep my feet as I too am overcome by an unbearably pleasurable series of cramping shudders. Suddenly I feel my eyes roll back and lose my balance collapsing to the floor. I am perhaps momentarily unconscious. I regain my senses to find Walter standing over me. I look over to see Gran seated on the edge of the bed with an undefinable look on her face. Turning back to Walter I’m very aware of his still powerfully erect penis as he offers a hand to raise me from the floor. You may think old people’s bodies are ugly but not his. Yes, he shows all the signs of his age, but despite his wrinkles his body is still quite muscled, even if in places it is a victim of gravity. In my years of art, I have seen many bodies of older people not all in as good shape as his but found beauty in all of them.

“I’m sorry,” says Gran, “but when I saw you watching us, I told Walter “We have an audience’.”

So, she had seen me and no doubt so had he.

“I’m so embarrassed, Gran. It was unforgivable to watch but I couldn’t help myself.”

“I understand. The women in our family have always had very healthy libidos. I am a compulsive exhibitionist and voyeur myself, as you saw. Watching your growing pleasure as you masturbated only added to my experience. I hope yours was as good as mine.”

I nod too tongue-tied to say anything.

She looks over at Walter and back at me and then asks, “Are you a virgin, Deirdre?”

I hesitate and then say, “No, Gran, but don’t tell Mom.”

It’s the truth although I’ve only done it once with a boy who was my date for the evening at the graduation prom. It was a month after my eighteenth birthday out in the gardens among some bushes, and we weren’t fully undressed. In fact, I was wearing my prom dress, and he still had his tux on when he dropped his pants. It had just started as kissing and feeling each other up. I moved the straps of my braless dress so he could fondle my breasts and then kiss my nipples. Then he unzipped and guided my hand to his growing erection. In retrospect it wasn’t large, probably quite normal, but I was thrilled by the soft and hard feel of his maleness. Since that occasion I’ve found opportunities to feel a few more even giving hands jobs and my first blowjob. The sensation of running my tongue around and sucking up and down a growing hardness was exciting. I could not understand those of my friends who thought it was gross but was reticent about my own enjoyment.

On that particular occasion, on prom night, I remember checking nobody was watching as he lifted my dress to my waist and pushed a finger into me. I guided him to rub my clit although I was already quite wet. He forgot my breasts and slid my panties down and off my legs. Then I remember he examined my lady parts in greater detail with both escort ataşehir his eyes and probing fingers, as if studying for an exam. With his repositioning I had lost my grip on his cock and my fingers moved to show him where and how to pleasure me. At some point he, or I, must have pushed his pants and underwear down until he had one leg free and it was like that, barely half naked, that we completed our first and only act of sexual intercourse. Hardly an epic fuck, but a successful if ultimately unexciting deflowering; virgin no more.

These details are flowing through my head as I answer Gran. She is looking at me expectantly nodding towards Walter. What is it she’s expecting? Suddenly I know the answer and before I can believe what I’m doing, I hear myself say, “Walter, (it’s the first time I’ve addressed his as such) would you…would you fuck me?” It takes all my courage to say “fuck”. It needed less for me to contemplate what the actual act might entail.

He looks at me curiously, “Are you sure you want to? I mean I am quite large, not much shy of nine inches.”

“I’ve seen.” My libido’s on steroids, and nothing is going to stop me now.

He still hesitates.

“Go on, for God’s sake! You know you want to. When did you last fuck a willing teenager? She wants it; you want it…and I want to watch. Make an old lady happy,” Gran says, laughing. This is a side of my grandmother I have never seen or even suspected. I wonder if my mother has ever seen this side of her. If she has, what did she think?

As Gran slips off the bed Walter picks up my hundred and thirty pound, five-foot nine inches with no apparent effort and places me on the bed where he joins me. He spreads my legs and begins to run his tongue around my sex probing and sometimes lightly sucking on my clit or aroused pussy lips in a manner I have never experienced before. The expression ‘eating me out’ pops into my brain as I feel myself building towards another climax. He stops. Gran hands him a tube of lubricant which he applies generously to my highly aroused vagina as she goes to open the blinds.

“Get on top!” he commands, moving under me to lie on his back.

“If you squat like your Gran did, you’ll have more control of the depth of my penetration.”

As I move into the squatting position, he holds me up with one hand while he positions his still firm if not fully rigid penis below me. Together we slowly lower me until I feel the touch of his penis between my parted lips. As his hand holds the massive head upright, he begins gently inserting it into my slowly distending cunt (“There”, I think, “I have finally used the ‘C’ word in it’s most basic and original context.” I rarely use it anyway, but this is definitely a first.)

As these girlish thoughts pass through my head, the relevant parts of my body are adjusting to accommodate the full width of his cock. The sensation is both interesting and exhilarating like nothing I could ever describe, not really painful, but stretching and I’m grateful for the lube. My vagina opens wider as he sits up behind me, and I descend further onto him. The recent images of Gran’s swollen labia fill my mind. Suddenly I’m overtaken by a small but spontaneous orgasm, a product of both my imaginings and the unusual and pleasurable sensations of his continued entry. Walter senses it and pauses motionless within me as the feelings subside. A moment of sharp pain as what I guess to be my cervix hits his cock but then it eases past and delivers a new set of deliciously sensual thrills from deep within. Then before I expect it, we have, as the astronauts say, ‘completed our docking manoeuvre’. I feel he is fully buried within me all nine or however many inches.

“Wow!”

The problem I have now is how to raise myself. I am unable to move. I just feel the heartbeat of his cock pulsing within me. Reaching back with his arms Walter now raises himself to a sitting position and lifts his hip and rolling over he’s now on top with me skewered firmly beneath him. We lie like that for some moments before he starts slowly withdrawing until I feel he might be in danger of falling out. He is barely still within my lips before he slowly thrusts back in awakening all the sensations anew. He begins to repeat the process a little more quickly and vigorously each time. By the fifth or sixth repetition I’m climaxing again and continue to do so as he speeds his thrusts. I’m riding a mounting wave of unrelenting spasms and praying he’ll stop whilst also fearing he will. I am being rubbed raw as the lube is long gone, but the pleasure is infinitely worth it. I don’t raise my legs as Gran did but rather spread my thighs as wide as possible while keeping my knees tight against my breasts.

He’s panting and grunting as he rams into me, and I sensed he is close. I know I can’t contain my impending climax much longer. I shift my legs pulling him closer and wrap my feet tightly behind his thighs. He lifts us both for one more forceful thrust. One moment I am staring up at his half-smiling, half-grimacing face…a drop of his sweat falls on my face as pauses buried to the hilt. Then I’m conscious only that he is about to withdraw, and every muscle that I have in my cunt locks onto him as my orgasm overwhelms me. My last conscious sensation is his hardness jerking within me.

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He obliged and first time that night lied down on the bed beside me. I got up, noticed my body still had lot of his sweat on me. Much similar to the amount of his cum, he did sweat a lot.

I wanted to mouth his experienced hard pulsating tool. It was my first matured dick, I never had any more than 30 years age in me till then and I was also not sure if I get to let a dick of his age explore me in near future. But as odered he had the already in lubricant condom, so didn’t bother.

I asked him to stretch his thighs and mounted him. As he had cleaned the insides of my pussy, the pathway was not overly juicy. But you know I am always “WET”, so he could promptly shove in without letting me put him in.

I closed my thighs tightly around his dick and had him stretch around me and push my ass towards him with his outstretched feet on my bum. For the first time in my sexcapades, I felt real happy as I AM Fucking him with he stretching open his thighs.

I started fucking him going up and down, but as I closed him too tight, there was a lot of friction. Thankfully the lubrication on the condom was helpful as I could fuck him for sometime, I never felt it was so tough to fuck and had never appreciated men fucking me for longer periods, lasting till I cum multi times. Felt, I should start thanking for fucking that long, starting from the next dick onwards.

I never wanted to loosen the thighs around his dick, as that way he may not cum till I juice for another 4-5 times.

Not that I don’t want to.. I luv the same, but I wanted him to finish before he gets exhausted.

I asked him to help, while I started playing with his hairy chest which still had his sweat and my body scents.

He was good, attained perfect rhythm in no time, the friction and his pumping was fuckking great. I wanted to cum but resisted.

I bent on his nipple escort ümraniye and looked at him, he thought maybe I will circle it. I looked into his eyes winked, lowered my lips on his now erected nippy and started biting it… he moaned.. I bit him further he moaned heavily.

I put my left nipple, which was not sucked yet, in his mouth. He started sucking it very hard and…. bit it as he was nearing… and… moaned and started vigorously pumping in my pussy… and then he transformed to short digs.

I now have him licking my lips and… heavy kissing followed while he moaned again in my mouth and… started tickling, biting my lower lip… I came with a huge pulsating orgasm and that made him not hold any MORE.

He started cumming in me, this time he kept cumming for 2-3 minutes, I again came on him and which made him moan and finish pump any little cum left in him.

We were laying in that position, kissing for next 10 minutes. Then I got up and walked naked for a shower.

I noticed my usually tight closed pussy lips were wide open as if yawning *blush* thoroughly fucked by the huge girth dick.

When I am back he called me to his adjacent office room. Looking that I was in my bath robe, he suggested I get rid of that and walk to him naked.

I looked at his now softened dick, removed the robe. My beautiful sculpted jewels were all open for him to see as I walked, with my bOObs synchronized with my steps and my Brazilian bOOty. It’s only that he cannot see both at the same time. I saw he was again bulging, but not as on day one, he might not have much strength left in him after pleasuring me for hours.

I sat on his lap and he gave me the Ferrari title papers, he had earlier got prepared them for me to sign. I know but for me, WETSARA and my sexy sculpted jewels he could not have lost, escort istanbul as he made me cum 7 times subsequently before he came just once.

But I won!!!

In the flight back, he told me, my bOObs and particularly the quick hardening buds have fascinated him. He also liked and appreciated how my entire body was a pleasure garde. And he enjoyed every time I juiced on him and in his mouth. He particularly liked me sizzling under him like a snake making him harden more, when he licked my armpits and when he kissed in my ears. And said just by imagining about those later on, he can cum loads instantly.

I was on cloud nine at this flattering appreciation and kissed him, though we wanted to not show our passion outside. Luckily the pilot was busy maneuvering the flight, so I went on for some more time.

I drove back the Ferrari, title of which may reach in a couple of weeks. Once at home, I undressed and hit the shower after grabbing a quick bite.

Once showered I didn’t bother to put on any clothes and looked at the pussy which for the first time juiced 10 Times in a night.

I lied on my stomach putting another pillow under my stomach and my groin. My ass and pussy lips are getting some oxygen. I dozed off.

I think he sleathily followed me!!! I felt him touching my pussy lips with ice cube. I moaned and lifted my booties up. He started licking, why is he cold? maybe he ate some ice cream as he earlier tongue fucked me with alcohol filled tongue.

He stopped for a moment. I said “what are ya waiting? go Get it” the same words I use to instruct my lab. There was a smile on my lips on the coincidences. He obliged and started licking me. It was more vigorous and more violent this time as I moaned and… YES… I AGAIN came.

He put his hands, or something skinny? around me and lifted my booty up so he can escort göztepe fuck me from behind. I moaned… go fuck… fuck.. FUCK meeeee. Is he going to ass fuck me?

I instantly cried HOLD ON. He stopped.

I suddenly woke up.

Bolted the door and was surprised I was still dreaming!!!about to become his…. I kept to myself for sometime, had some wine.

I realized,I didn’t cum, it was just a dream, I lied down again on my stomach, pulled my rabbit as I wanted badly a double simulation. Powering on shoved it in from behind. I know it was working, but why’s it not simulating my clit, did i put in a wrong hole? Not sure, not bothered too, I am about to sleep as I am done juicing one more time. Rabbit has timer, so no worries.

This ends my first time matured dick sex extravaganza. I enjoyed and learnt pleasuring and getting pleasured matters. Matured may not be hotter, but will ensure you reach the pleasure plauteu multi times. Please message me your experiences with matured dicks and pussies too.

Am I going to tweak my New Useonlyonce Dick Everyweek (NUDE) policy and incorporate an experienced dick once in a while? Good idea, I will think in a couple of year or so, after crossing 25.

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Before leaving you can help remove the rabbit from my hole, it could have stopped, otherwise put it off, before you venture on me. Ensure you check if it is put in my pink lips. I don’t want to lose my Ass virginity sooner. But if it is already gone, I can’t help. Now once you removed the rabbit, you are good to use any of me as you wish, I am nude and wide open 🙂

Yes for the first time I am fine with you penetrating too today. But in case the rabbit was in proper hole, don’t use my ass yet, I want to preserve my virginity for some more time. Please describe in your personal messages what you did to me and how I sizzled under You.

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Chapter 25 – Beth’s Story

I ask Beth, “What happened?”

Beth writes, “When you broke up with me, I was devastated. My world crumbled. I met a student that needed tutoring. We end up fucking. He was very good looking and was ok in bed. I wanted to hurt you by saying I found the man of my dreams. He wasn’t. Then I couldn’t drop him, or it would get back to you. He gets me pregnant, so we get married. He was always a little demeaning, but as soon as I became pregnant, he thought it was from you, Steve. He then turned abusive and drank a lot. His friends are degenerates.

“The night of this beating, he and his friends were high and drunk. He said my cunt was tainted, so they all fucked my face and throat. Then I was a punching bag. I hit my head and passed out. When I woke, I was in a daze, and the next thing I remember is seeing Bill. The police said I bought a bus ticket and then a taxi to get there.”

She pauses, is near tears, and then asks, “How did my husband really die? Was it you?”

I think a moment, Sara’s eyes are on me. She looks scared.

I tell her with an even steady voice, “The moment I saw you and your condition, I told Anthony to get his coat. He instantly understood my rage and his instructions. My plane was waiting for him at the airport. He followed your husband around. He had a drink with him as he and his friends bragged about what they did to you. He called me back for final authority. I asked for Sara’s opinion and then gave my approval.”

She looks at Sara, “What’s your version?” Sara is startled by the question. “I saw your look of horror when I asked.”

Sara can’t look at Beth, “When Anthony called, Steve didn’t want to make an emotional decision. He handed the phone to the person in the room that hated you the most and asked me to advise Anthony. He said he trusted me and would accept my decision. I saw what they did to you. Anthony’s first option was to make it look like an accident, I said to proceed. We hung up.”

Beth looks very sad now, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at how you feel about me. I’m sorry for intruding and causing chaos. I’ll go back to my parents.”

She gets up and starts walking towards the stairs. Sara blocks her way and points to go sit back down.

Sara has tears in her eyes, “I can’t allow you to leave. We made an agreement for you to stay. I’m married to a child, and it will take the three of us and his mother to raise him and all the children on the way. Last night was our first shot at getting Phoebe pregnant. In two weeks, I will be in my prime to get pregnant. Soon this place will be running amuck with little Steve’s and Steve inspired children.

“I’ve come to terms with you and Phoebe. I understand your love for him, his love for you and his need and love for me. He has proved himself to me over and over. He is consistent in his actions, even if they are weird at times. I’ll expect more from you in the future. Counting him out was a huge mistake. You almost killed him. I won’t allow that to happen again.”

Now Sara is motherly and sympathetic, “When I was pregnant, my needs increased. Your body is different and may not have the same needs. You’ve been through enough stress. If there is anything you need, or you need it more often, just let me know. I freely offer this because when I get pregnant along with Phoebe, you may go dry for a while. I also offer this because I’ve seen your love. I know the pain you have endured. I’ll do everything in my power to help save your baby and you. You are welcome here.”

Beth slowly gets up; tears are in her eyes. She walks to Sara, who gets up, and they embrace each other. Beth lets out all her pain and anguish. Sara pats her on the back.

Sara smiles, “Would you like to help put our child to sleep.”

Beth looks around, “I haven’t met Daniel yet, where is he?”

I answer, “He was with Bill’s sister, probably with mom now. I think Sara was referring to me. I’m dead tired. Hungry, too, but tired.”

Sara instructs us, “Get him to bed. He needs sleep. I’m going to make something for dinner, and I will be up later. Phoebe and I will look at houses and architects before going to bed.”

Beth, me, paper, and pen all go up to bed. As I start to undress, my hands are slapped by Beth. She wants to do it. She slowly unbuttons my shirt as I slip off my shoes and socks. No way she is bending over for that. She removes my belt with one swift pull, unbuttons my pants, and pulls them halfway down. Gravity takes it from there. Her first attempt at removing my boxers, she mises and grabs ahold of my cock.

She strokes me a few times and then takes off my boxers. I am shoved into the center of the bed. She moans after getting into bed after stripping naked herself. I realize she has almost no clothes here. She places my hand on afyon escort her breast and seems to relax. I move it to her belly and start rubbing it.

I whisper in her ear, “I love you and our baby. Sara, Phoebe, and mom will treat her or him as if it is mine because we will all be raising our child.”

I feel tears dropping on my arm as I drift rapidly to sleep.

Chapter 26 – Hypnotized

Eight weeks have gone by, and Beth can now talk. We go out for dinner, and Beth is making up for lost time, non-stop talking to the point we are all smiling at her. Phoebe and Sara are both confirmed pregnant, Beth is six weeks away from delivery. They compare notes on their feelings and emotions. I sit quiet, not much I can add to this conversation. I am bored. I play with my food to amuse myself. I soon notice they are calm and staring at me. Oooops. I set my fork down and try to hide.

Sara is not amused; Beth and Phoebe are. They start to giggle, and eventually, Sara does too, shaking her head.

Sara says, “I think we need a role play night again. The last one was a lot of fun.”

I think yes, it was fun until I ended up in the hospital.

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All four of us are up in the bedroom.

Sara asks me, “Last time you said you had two ideas, what is the second one?”

I smile and then say, “Sara, you are my girlfriend. I’m a quiet, shy guy. Your two best friends are inexperienced with men, you have been using me for months and are very experienced. Beth and Phoebe, you will start in the closet. I don’t know you are here.” They smile and hide in the closet.

I whisper to Sara as I am getting in the bed, shoes off, clothes on, “You hypnotized me. I’ll follow only your commands, and I follow them literally. If the command is vague, I do nothing. I can talk if asked a question, and you will get a truthful answer. You say ‘sleep’ or ‘wake,’ and that puts me under and brings me back. I will not hurt myself or do other things I am violently opposed to. Right now, I’m awake.”

I yell, “Action!”

Sara immediately says, “Sleep.”

I don’t move, and my eyes close.

Sara walks to the closet and lets her ‘friends’ into the bedroom. They follow close behind her.

Sara sounds excited, “I did it. I really did it.”

Beth asks Sara, “What did you do?”

Sara boasts, “I have been studying psychology, I hypnotized my boyfriend. He’s our slave … to a point. He only listens to me, he can talk and answer questions. He’ll always answer truthfully. He follows directions like a robot, literally. If he can’t do something or doesn’t understand or is confused by the request, he will do nothing. He won’t hurt himself or do anything illegal or against his internal ethics.”

Beth starts off immediately, “After I got a boyfriend, were you really trying to die when you went fishing and hunting?” No answer. Sara asks the same question.

I reply in a monotone voice, “Yes.”

Phoebe asks, “Is there any chance you will ever forgive mom?” I am silent.

Sara instructs me, “You will answer questions from Beth and Phoebe as if they were from me.”

Phoebe asks, “Is there a chance you will ever forgive mom?”

I answer, “There is A chance.”

Sara asks, “How many more women could join this club we have here of sharing you?”

I answer, “Two.”

Sara looks unhappy, “Who are they, what are the odds, and then explain why you think so?”

I reply in a monotone voice, “Jenny. Unknown odds. Don’t know the status of her marriage. All signs point to a happy marriage. Julia. 0.000001%. We are good friends. It would take a catastrophic life-changing event to make her want to change her lifestyle.”

Beth asks, “Are there any guys you like sexually or would experiment with?”

I answer, “No.”

Phoebe asks, “If one of us got a boyfriend, could we still share you?”

I answer, “No, it’s not fair to the other man. If it’s Phoebe or Beth, I’d be happy for you. If Sara got a boyfriend, it would instantly kill our marriage, zero chance of recovery.”

Beth asks, “When did you know you loved me?”

I answer, “When I found out why you were on my doorstep freezing to death.”

Sara asks, “When did you know you loved me?”

I don’t answer.

Sara looks sad, “Why don’t you answer?

I reply, “I didn’t fall in love with you on a specific date.”

Sara presses on, “How did you fall in love with me?”

I reply, “It happened gradually as you saved my life by sleeping with me.”

Sara says, “But we didn’t have sex for several months.”

It’s not a question, I don’t respond.

Sara asks, “How can you fall in love without having sex?”

I reply, “I could feel your love for me. It was genuine and beautiful. That was enough.”

Beth asks, “At one time you said you feared women, they had caused you too much pain, so you avoided them. Have you progressed since, and how or why not?”

I answer, “I have progressed but still have trust issues and confidence issues.”

Sara aydın escort asks, “Confidence issues? Please explain.”

I answer, “Not long ago, you asked about other men. It wasn’t fair I got other women, and you didn’t get other men. You are correct, it isn’t fair. It scared the hell out of me for no rational reason. All I could think of is me tied up and you screwing another guy in front of me or me coming home, finding you in bed with another man. Days like that, I feel you are better off without me.”

Beth asks, “Then how can you love me? I screwed another guy for several years.”

I really don’t want to answer this question. I hang my head and have a tear in my eye, “It hurts. I don’t know how to cope with it. Part of me wants to protect you because you need it. Part of me still loves you very much. Part of me can’t get the image of me tied up and you screwing another man out of my head.”

Phoebe quickly asks, “Are you in danger of doing anything stupid?”

I can’t answer that.

Phoebe is frustrated, Sara asks, “Why can’t you answer the last question?”

I answer, “A truthful answer would be misleading.”

Beth tries, “Please explain how, in this case, a truthful answer can be misleading.”

I reply, “The question was, am I in danger of doing something stupid? The answer is yes. I am always in danger of doing something stupid. However, in context that makes it seem like I’m going to do something stupid imminently. That’s not the case. I’m capable, but I am trying to resist. Sometimes I just can’t help myself, it’s fun.”

Phoebe asks, “What sex kinks or acts do you hate?”

I answer, “Gay, receiving pain, scat, strangers, performing voyeurism, and having my nuts crushed.

Beth questions me, “What’s wrong with voyeurism?”

I reply, “It reminds me of being in court and in the jail cells. Exposed for the world to see me.”

Phoebe says, “I never knew that. Wow, I would have had you at least in the windows tonight.”

Sara asks, “Would you do any of that stuff for us if we asked you?”

I sadly answer, “Yes.”

Phoebe asks, “Aren’t you hypocritical by beating me and not wanting to be beaten?”

I reply, “No.”

Phoebe looks mad, “How can you say that?”

I reply, “I don’t enjoy causing you pain. I do it only because you love it.”

Sara asks, “What’s wrong with having sex with strangers?”

I reply, “Strangers have always hurt me and taken away the people I love. I lost all my girlfriends to fucking a friend or strangers. I’m also overly possessive.”

Sara says, “Ok, that makes sense now, I think I better understand him. Steve, I want you to strip my friends. Force them if needed.”

I get out of bed, Phoebe and Beth are still standing in the middle of the room. I walk up in front of Beth and begin unbuttoning her blouse. I never look into her eyes, I stare at her shirt. I unbutton her shorts and then unzip the shorts. I walk behind her and pull the shorts and panties down in one fluid motion. I unsnap the bra, and it drops to the ground.

Phoebe is more manageable; I pull the dress off over her head; she is naked now. That was very thoughtful of her. Sara sits on the edge of the bed and leans back.

Sara instructs me, “Eat my pussy to orgasm. Then repeat for Beth and Phoebe.”

I get in front of Sara and slip my tongue into her pussy and start licking her lips. I do full-length licks, top to bottom. Outside first and then inside. This is probably the worst job I have ever done. I act like a robot, there is no emotion. Beth senses the issue and offers a suggestion.

Beth seems bored, “May I suggest a new command? He seems like a robot. With no feelings, he sucks. How about programming him with the desire to please us in anything we want. Pleasing us makes him happier.”

Sara tells me, “Steve, stop. When you wake up, you will crave pleasuring us. You will eagerly do anything we ask of you. As you please us, you’ll feel better. Wake!”

I am my usual self now, “Oh hi Beth and Phoebe. Holy shit, you three are naked. Awesome! Grrrrrr.”

Sara orders me, “Steve, eat my pussy to orgasm. When done, do Beth and then Phoebe.”

Now I am much more myself and am eager to please all three. She only asked for one orgasm, I use all my tricks. Luckily, they’re horny already. No doubt thinking of things to do to me. It only takes two fingers and a few licks to get Sara off. I practically stuck my tongue in Beth, and she orgasmed, it’s been a while for her, that was expected. I work hard to get Phoebe off. In the end, my stubble on her thighs and across her lips set her off. Typically, the humming gets her off, not today.

Sara says to me, “Go sit in the shower and then lean back on your hands behind yourself.”

I walk into the shower eagerly, sit my ass on the tile, lean back, and put my arms straight back behind me with my hands-on the tile. This is a comfortable position. Sara comes into the shower and stands in front of me. She then steps forward, ağrı escort so she is right over my cock. With hands-on the wall for balance, she relieves herself on me.

I force myself to sound happy and say, “Cool, that feels … wonderful.”

Beth puts her pussy up on my neck, and she relieves herself on me. Sara aims higher and hits my face. Phoebe comes in, reaches down for a foot, and raises it up and the leg connected to it. She puts several toes into her pussy and then releases a steady stream. The yellow flow goes down my foot, down my leg, and into my groin, before going down the drain. She is excited to see the stream.

When they finish, we all take a shower. Phoebe goes into the suitcase and pulls out the strap-on cock. Oh shit.

I say, “Oh cool, some anal action. I love anal pounding.”

Three pillows are placed on the bed, and I put my groin on the pillows and spread wide my legs. This is going to suck so bad. Phoebe lubes me and the cock well. No warm-up or going slow, she thrusts forward and into me with one thrust. I have never treated a woman like that.

I scream out in pain and then say very unenthusiastically, “Oh great, I love this so much.”

They giggle at me. Sara checks on me. I must have looked dreadful, she sat in front of me and coddled my head. She told me she loved me, and she is the happiest woman in the world. She looked sad at my condition. I tried to put on a smiling face as I grimace with each thrust from Phoebe. She went at it a while and seemed to be having fun. I can only guess that Sara shot her a look because Phoebe suddenly stops.

Lucky for me, Beth wants a try.

Before she can shove it in me, Sara says, “Go easy on him. Ease it in, like he did you your first time.”

I hear Phoebe say, “Oh shit,” to Sara’s comment.

Beth went in easier, and it wasn’t nearly as painful. I can’t say I enjoyed it, and I won’t say I hated it either. She was soft and gentle, I hope she is enjoying this. Sara seems happier now that I am not in pain. I really appreciate her looking out for me. Phoebe comes over next to Sara, she looks like she is ready to cry. She puts her arms out for me and holds my head tight to her. She sniffles.

Phoebe whispers in my ear, “You can’t believe how sorry I am for hurting you. You have always been so gentle with me and others, I never knew why. Sara made me realize I showed you no mercy or compassion when entering you. I’m so sorry.”

She holds me tight and cries in my hair. Beth has no clue what’s wrong with Phoebe, she slows to a stop with the cock buried in me.

Beth starts unstrapping herself from the false cock and says to Sara, “He doesn’t like rear entry much, I left it in, so you could go easy on him.”

Sara says with a smile, “I’ve had my fun with those, it doesn’t do much for me. I’ll pass, pull it out. Steve, stay right there. No, rotate 45 degrees. I want you near the edge of the bed. You must answer for your deeds.”

I don’t like the sound of that, yet I say with a positive attitude, “Oh cool, I like this position.” Pure acting on that line.

Sara says to me, “For going hunting for killer sharks!” Whack! She spanks my right cheek hard, and it hurts.

Beth says to me, “For dumping me at Christmas!” Whack! I whimper as she spanks my left cheek.

Phoebe seethes at me, “For ignoring me for all those years!” Whack! I cry out as she spanks my right cheek.

Sara says to me, “For climbing those mountains!” Whack! She spanks my left cheek.

Beth reaches back, Whack! “For dumping Jenny on Christmas!”

Phoebe says to me, “For dumping me on the sex island!” Whack! I scream in pain.

Sara says to me with venom on her breath, “For making me share you!” Whack! I scream the loudest for that one. She used all her strength.

I have tears running down my face. I have done some horrible things to these women. I deserve this. No, I deserve worse.

The room is silent for a moment, and we hear a click at the door. Then the door explodes open, and Anthony is standing in the doorframe. His face is red, his veins are popping from his head, he looks ready to kill someone. Two giant steps, and he is between the girls and me.

Anthony shouts, “Enough of this bullshit! Let me give you some fucking good reasons to beat the shit out of this guy! Sara, would you be married to a billionaire right now if this asshole didn’t give you a job? A job you had no business getting. You could have been homeless and selling your body on the streets. The night at the bar in Miami, the boat trip after, your first child. Does any of that happen without him? What an ungrateful little bitch you are.”

He directs his anger at Phoebe now, “Phoebe, oh yes, the woman whose friend started his miserable existence in life. I guarantee you’d be dead without his help when hiking out west. How would you like those college bills back and have to pay rent? How was sex back in college? What if that was the best you ever got?”

Now he zeroes in on Beth, “Beth, you disgust me. You should also be dead right now. Possibly twice. Certainly, your child would be in a coffin right now if not for this horrible man. He bought the hospital a new machine so they could fix your jaw correctly. In college, he tested your love, and in less than a month, you threw it in his face.”

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Nigkala Tales Pt. 15: Rocky Road into Kombat

Where I meet daughters I didn’t know I had

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The National Mountain Climber Society was holding a charity auction to support the families of those killed by the mountains. They had asked me if I would be willing to contribute anything. I said I would provide some things. Having planned for this, I went to the basement storage to pull out my Everest gear. Eventually, I settled on my climbing boots, the two ice picks, and my coat. However, I also found the obsidian token the mountain gave me. How could I have forgotten it? I put everything else back, and would ship the gear off, along with my attestation that they were used on my climb to the summit.

The obsidian, on the other hand, I took with me to the sauna. “Queen Inanna, I have been given a message for you.”

“Oh? Who would do this?”

“Not a who, so much as a what.”

“Even stranger. Tell me.”

“When I climbed Mount Everest, I encountered the spirit of the mountain. It watched me. I knew of your history with Ebih. Apparently it did also. The spirit was wary of me, as it sensed your hand upon me, but it was patient. For my part, knowing nothing of it at the time, I partook of the customary prayers for a good climb, and I asked for safe passage. I sensed the question of ‘why’, so I told it. When I reverently removed Jack’s body from his cairn, and prayed to An for the others to remain safe, An responded. Then I waited reverently in silence and respect. That is when the spirit first spoke to me. It asked what boon I sought, and I told it I sought nothing it did not want to give. It chose to return respect for respect. Then it had me place my hand into the rock, where it gave me a token of its respect. Afterwards, it said, ‘I am not made to bend, but if you respect me, I shall return that respect. Please tell your lady I have no wish for trouble.'”

“Ebih is old news. Very old news. I got over it and put it behind me long ago. Apparently, the mountains have longer memories. I was younger then, and felt all should bow to me. But time has humbled me. I have learned to avoid futile fights, such as mountains that don’t bend. But knowing that this one is willing to show respect is surprising.”

“I think the mountains have learned to be wary of your anger, and don’t wish to be its target.”

“So, we have both changed. Very well, consider the message delivered. Perhaps I shall visit it soon.”

“I am also curious about the token. It is obsidian, but seems to hold spiritual power. I am unsure what to do with it.”

“Show me.” I picked it up, and focused my attention on it. “What is it with you?”

“My queen?”

“This token is a divine talisman as well. It is a lesser one, but still more powerful than a wizard’s talisman. And it is attuned to you. I shall look into it… No. It was given in respect, so I should show respect. Daughter, may I join you in exploring it?”

“Yes, my lady.”

Inanna’s presence filled my mind, and she guided me into exploring it. The first and most obvious power was a sense of the earth and rock near me. I would be able to sense the distance, the solidity, and other qualities as I focused on the earth. The second power was the ability to take on some of the nature of rock. Just what that meant, I would have to explore. The third and last power, was the ability to summon and dismiss solid rock.

Inanna said, “You can choose the shape you summon, but I don’t think you can summon rare rocks like jewels. No instant riches for you.”

“Perhaps not, but generating instant rock might be useful for something.”

“I leave that to you. Have fun exploring your new talisman.”

With that, I felt her presence leave. I decided to test the talisman by summoning it and dismissing it. I placed it at the far end of the bench, and summoned it. It came. When I dismissed it back, it went back to the far end. When I tried to sense rock, it was easy to tell where the rock was, and I could tell there were different kinds about. I could sense the heated rocks in the sauna, the concrete pavers on the patio, even the glass windows. But beyond that, I could tell there was rock all about me in the ground, but I could not tell what the various kinds were. Looked like a field trip or two, was in order.

I wasn’t sure if there was a wing of the museum dedicated to geology. Looking it up online, I found that they offered guided tours. Looking further in the details, it seemed like only male guides were available. Since I wanted lots of information, but few questions, I decided to dress in a top that fell open every time I bent over, as well as a skirt that rode higher when I bent over. Checking myself in the mirror, I saw I only needed thirty degrees to have a nipple in plain view, and forty-five for my vagina. I could see a little of my vagina directly escort taksim when I sat. Perfect. I placed my obsidian talisman in my purse and drove to the museum.

After entering, I wandered a bit until I found the geology wing. Asking a guard, I was directed to the tour desk. As I neared, I saw they had a pretty display of samples on a mirror on top of the desk, and there was a guy manning it. By eye, I thought I could stand in just the right place so that the mirror would let him look right up my skirt. When I arrived, I stood there, with my legs a bit apart to give him a good view.

His eyes quickly spotted the reflection, and without looking up, he said, “How may I help you, ma’am.”

“I would like a guided tour of your collection, with a knowledgeable gentleman to describe all about the various rocks.”

Still glued to the mirror, he said, “What would you like to tour?”

Oh, he was fun. I leaned down to speak to him face to face from only a foot away, and a little above. My upper tits were fully on display, and the nipples of the bottom ones also could be seen. I put a finger on his chin and raised it up a little. When he saw my tits, his eyes got bigger. I said, “I want a man to tell me all about the rocks here.”

“Okay, let me call him.” He got out his phone, and looking away very briefly, he called someone. “Hi Terry, got one for you…. She wants a tour. Description? Very tall, great tits, no underwear.” He realized what he said, and looked up at my face, still only a foot away, with a look of panic and embarrassment.

I pitched my voice to carry to whoever was on the phone, and said, “I like men who notice. Perhaps we can play later.” My nipples extended fully as I said that.

He must have heard from Terry, because he said, “Goodbye,” and put the phone back. Gulping, he asked, “Will there be anything else?”

“I’d like my ticket. I do so want to see lots of hard things today, especially if I can fondle some.” Oh, I am so bad today, but when they are so easy, I can’t help it. When he handed me my ticket, I said, “Thank you,” and stood back up. My top, however, didn’t recover my upper breasts because my nipples got in the way. The lower nipples, while they were in view, never came out, so were covered when I stood. Soon I heard someone almost running up to me, before slowing down to a walk.

“Hello, Miss. I understand you want a knowledgeable guide?”

I turned around, and the young man stared at my breasts. I said, “You must be Terry.”

“Uh… Yeah, I’m Terry. Um, lady, your shirt is…”

“What?” I looked down. “Oh dear, they escaped again.” I held the top with one hand, and briefly played with a nipple before stuffing that breast back under. I switched hands and did the same with the other. “They do so like the attention. Did you see how aroused they are?” Looking down at my breasts, I said, “Don’t worry, mama’s just going to cover you for a bit. You can come out and play later.” Leaning to whisper, I said, “Here’s my ticket. And please, call me Becky Sue.” While he was distracted, I used my mental power to touch his mind about minerals, rocks and such.

He replied softly, “Yes, ma’am, I mean Becky Sue.”

Standing tall again, I said, “Good, show me everything you have, the harder, the better.” I saw his cock twitch, so I grinned.

He led me into the hall, and told me about each exhibit. I asked lots of questions, and leaned over quite a few times, so I could point to various bits of rock. I studied each exhibit, using the talisman and my own senses, and memorized all the names and qualities he mentioned. When he placed his hand on my butt, I ignored it. He led me to a large table exhibit and encouraged me to touch various pieces, and he would explain them. As I did, he let my skirt slide up under his hand until his hand was on bare flesh. When I didn’t react and continued questioning, he started to feel me up. I spoke of the next rock, and he slid a finger into me. I used a bit of Inanna’s gift to cause everyone to ignore us. I stood up, after making sure my upper nipples were fully exposed. Turning part way around, I asked about the next table, so he led me there. His finger was still in me, so we slowly walked and talked. As I appeared to focus on the rocks, he added a second, then a third finger. I had to use some meditative focus to ignore my own body’s reactions.

This time, before I stood up, I unbuttoned my top all the way, and allowed all four breasts to be in full view. Breathing heavily, I said, “Looks like we have one more table. Show me.” I had to go slower, as it was even more difficult to walk with three fingers in me. When we finished there, I turned partially around, while fondling one breast. “Do you have any more exhibits? Perhaps in a back room?”

“Yes, we have some. See that Employee Only door, go there.” I did, fondling two breasts and walking slowly. I had him direct me. We entered and came to a table of rocks that were extras from the exhibit. He invited me to lean over and pick up escort topkapı one from the far end of the table. So I did, then leaning on my elbows, I looked closely at it. Knowing what was coming next; I focused even more on the rocks and tried to ignore my body. As I did, he withdrew his fingers. The next thing I heard was the dropping of his pants. Another moment and he buried his six-inch cock in me. Rather than use my hips to steady himself, he leaned on me and grabbed a pair of breasts. Soon he was pounding away, and kneading away. I just kept on asking questions. He didn’t even realize I was speaking in his mind, and reading the answers directly, as his conscious mind was focused on sex.

Then it happened. We came. I could feel my body spasm in orgasm. I could feel the pleasure in full, yet it was as if it was happening to someone else. When I locked into his mind, his consciousness wasn’t there. I could see with great clarity all he knew about rocks, and who knew more. This lasted a few seconds, and then his consciousness returned as though it had never left. Curious, but best looked into another time. He released my breasts and pulled out. I remained looking at the rock and asking questions, even as he pulled his pants back up.

There were two other areas he took me to, but he just looked as we spoke about the rocks. “Well, that’s all the rocks in this wing of the museum.”

“Okay, and thank you. Which way is out? I got all turned around.”

Just as we got to the door, Terry said, “Um, Becky Sue?”

“Yes?”

“Your top.”

I looked down. “Gosh darn it! It’s a mass breakout. Let me fix it.” I buttoned myself back up, pushing each breast back in after fondling my nipple a bit. “They are just too darn horny. I need to get laid soon.” Watching his jaw drop was priceless. “Do I look presentable?”

“Now you are.”

“Thank you.” As we went through the door, I whammied him to forget my name and appearance. While he was processing that and not looking, I walked away. I decided to leave the museum, and head to the jewelers I often sourced my jewel-making supplies. I knew he had a wide variety of stones, and that he would let me handle them with minimal supervision. But before actually leaving the museum, I called, and asked for an hour or two of his time. He checked his appointments, and said if I came at four, I could have the rest of the evening.

I had three hours to kill, so, remembering the café I ate the last time I was here, I headed for it. This time they had Mexican. Therefore, so did I. After the meal, I went for a traditional capirotada, as the spiced fruits and nuts added to the bread pudding sounded great. It was. Of course, I had to wash up after that meal, especially given how sticky some of the food was. Next stop, the library. I killed two hours reading about geology, and how rocks were made.

I arrived at the jeweler’s early. I told Arthur to find me in the tourist section. He was with someone, so just acknowledged me. I planned on making a bracelet. I felt this talisman should be the centerpiece of a beautiful one. I also wanted it to be sturdy, with other smaller stones to highlight it.

The customer left, and Arthur came over and said, “Hello, Becky Sue, how can I help you?”

I showed him the obsidian, and said, “I will be making a bracelet with this. I want to surround it with a number of different stones. Some shall be gemstones, and some ordinary lesser stones. Can you show me all the different stones you have, and tell me a little about them, while I examine them?”

“That is a tall order, as I have a lot of different stones. But I can begin with the lesser-known stones.”

“Why those first?” I began to focus on his mind to get the information about the stones.

“The well-known ones, you likely know something about, and you can also easily find information on. But the others are not as easy to find out about.”

“Oh. Thank you. So what is first?” As I was making a major effort to learn, he could sense my attention. I also asked relevant questions that showed I was listening. We continued for almost three hours, when Arthur decided to conclude his discussion.

“… and that is why quartz, though common, has become useful in electronics. Oh my, look at the time! I was supposed to close up shop an hour ago. My wife will kill me. We best finish.”

“I am so sorry. But I think I can help offset your lateness. I noted several gems and stones I would like to order. I still need to determine the sizes, but I can get that to you tomorrow or the next day.”

“I do appreciate that. My wife will still kill me, but she’ll get over it much faster knowing I stayed for a significant sale.”

“Then I best be getting along. See you soon.”

Back home, in my jewelry workshop, I used my computer to get info on the eight stones I selected. I then pulled up my art program to design the bracelet. Realizing how thick the obsidian talisman is, I initially decided to place four stones on the outside, and escort şirinevler four hidden inside a pair of secret spaces. That plan didn’t survive long. My final design used three-eighths inch stones set four on the left and four on the right, on a silver setting. I would score the mountain below, and my hang glider above. Within the scored lines, I placed obsidian dust and clear enamel to make them solid black lines. I pulled several small gems from my secret craft-safe. I emailed dimensions, cut, and other features of the gems I wanted but didn’t have. While I would spend about two to three thousand, I figured it would be appraised around twenty thousand with the additional gems and my work.

I then printed the pattern, using a light gray ink. This would let me freehand the drawing, while ensuring I left enough space for all the detail I wanted. When I checked in the next day, Arthur told me he would have to order two of the gems, but he had some alternatives that were close if I wanted to pay a visit. I went, taking the gems I already selected from my stash, and the printed design. Arthur was surprised I had such gems lying around.

“Where did you get all those gems?”

“I got them from some time spent in the Mideast. I also got some gold and silver, and I have mostly kept it for making my own jewelry. This will be in a silver setting. So why not pull out the gems you selected, and the ones that you think might be good?”

He returned after opening three different cases, holding two trays and one plain box with my name on it. He handed me the latter, and I opened it, and started examining them.

“These are the ones I had on hand that best matched your description.” He laid the two trays on the side, and said, “These are the ones I think are close, but don’t quite fit your description.”

I laid the pattern down, and placed my stones on it. I then placed the ones he had selected on the paper. Then I looked through both trays to see what would best fit with what I had, and placed them on the paper. “These will do.” I then placed each of his gems in the box, and asked him to ring them up. He put the trays away first, then picked up my credit card and walked over to the register. I collected my stuff, and met him at the counter, and signed for my purchase.

When we finished the transaction, he said, “I have something interesting that has recently gone expensive. I think you’d like to see it.” He then looked at me, and waited.

“Okay, you have got my interest. Show me.”

“It’s over here in the tourist section.” He walked over towards the front of the store, and pointed to a case displaying a number of earrings, many of which I had seen people wear. The difference was the jewels were real, the metals expensive, and the work high quality. He pointed one pair out.

“You’re right. It does interest me.” I saw the comedy and tragedy theater mask earrings I had designed, but produced by a company that I knew made high-end stuff. “When did these come out?”

“The basic version was first produced in limited numbers about three years ago. It didn’t sell that well until word spread to the college-theater crowd. That made it go viral, and when the video turned up of you wearing them for your Doctorate, well, overnight it became nearly mandatory for theater graduates. This high-end version came out a year ago, but I didn’t receive one until two months ago. I’ve sold thirty so far.”

“Nice. Thanks for showing me.”

“Thanks for stopping by. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me. Well, goodbye.”

I left and went home. For the next two weeks, I worked on the design, getting the mountain and hang glider line art just right. I also got a lesson on rocks from three universities in the area. Their collections didn’t have many gems, but they did have a wide variety of stones. My ‘teachers’ were also quite knowledgeable, and they enjoyed my attire.

My agent derailed my plans with another role, with Lilith Ascends: Bad Company. The title character, Tina, would be facing off against a devil, summoned to do evil in the city. Before that fight, she has to get through his minions. I was also lead fight trainer and coordinator. For the next six months, I only had a day here and there I could spend on other things, but I just chose to rest.

Fortunately, Filipe reprised his role, and so we got a suite at the hotel, and could enjoy the amenities. He took care of my schedule, and ensured I got enough to eat. At night, we had sex sometimes, but other times I was too tired, and he just held me until I fell asleep. Occasionally, it seemed I could relax more when they filmed me. The sex scenes were actually the most relaxing.

It was while preparing to film the scene in the abandoned mine, that I noticed some mineral I thought I recognized low on one wall. I was examining the tunnel’s soundness when I spotted it. That night, I asked Filipe to see what was mined there. This mine produced Lake Superior Agates, whose value depended on quality. I suggested to Filipe we stay a day or two to collect some. He recommended getting official permission, so we could claim their full value. By the time the filming ended and everyone went home, Filipe had negotiated a week’s prospecting where we could keep everything we hauled out, for a thousand dollars.

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Night of Desire

The sun dipped low into the sky over the stone-clad human Capital, home of a multitude of races, bathing the city in a reddish-gold hue. People out on the streets were bustling home before night fell, they waved farewell to friends and called their children to their sides. The night was rapidly approached, the first set of stars appeared in the paling light. The town crier detailed the events of the day to the denizens. Dwarves, Gnomes, Elves, Humans, and even Worgen are all welcome in the city.

On the outskirts of the Cathedral District, on the canal side, a lone watch repairman was putting the finishing touches on his last order for the day. He fixed the screws into place before he clasped the back of the now working watch closed. He took off his magnifying glasses, sighing softly in happiness. It gave him such comfort and serenity to fix things. He went over and turned the sign over on his door to read closed. He locked the door, turning each of the five locks that had been installed for safety reasons. Ollie’s attire fitted him well, a white shirt with an embroidered leather apron hugged his torso. He wasn’t anything too much to look at, but those close to him knew the secret he kept underneath his human exterior. His slacks were tailored neatly since a customer could walk in anytime he was tinkering. He heard some movement upstairs and smiled a bit, pulling the curtains over the windows before going up. His roommate and partner in the shop, the jewelry maker Kithastia, was putting a meal on the table: venison and cheese. The simple table was set, a puny vase with two flowers sat escort sultangazi freshly inside it. Their dark hair was pulled back and out of the way from working all day. Minimal make-up smattered her pretty face, she knew exactly how to make the best of what she had. She smiled at Ollie and they ate a quick, nearly silent dinner.

They both clean up and Ollie got into bed, he opened a book to read a chapter or two. The apron was now hung up, and work clothes neatly folded for the next day. Kith sat on her side of the large bed, polishing a silver chain on which hung an elaborately made pendant encrusted with emeralds and sapphires. Ollie looked over at it, his head tilted to the side slightly.

“That looks very nice, Kith.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him, a little flustered. Her pajamas hugged her body, the fabric folding over itself and wrapped around her curves as she shifted. She set it down on the bedside table on her side after a few moments. Ollie put his book on his table and went to pull his blanket over him when he saw that Kith had moved closer, alarmingly close.

“Wha-” he started to say before her mouth met his in a swift moment, hard. Heat rose to his face, he hadn’t gotten used to their relationship and still felt slightly awkward around women. Still, he returned the pressure lightly while she put her arms around him, leaning him back into the pillows. His hands rested on her arms, not quite sure still where to put them. Her own hands caressed him while she continued her relentless assault at his mouth, kissing him passionately.

Her hands escort fatih moved under his shirt, ceasing her kissing so that she could pull it off of him. His cheeks were still tinged red and she smiled lovingly at him. “Sorry, but I can’t resist you. It’s been too long.” He chuckled softly, beginning to touch her back, he caressed her breasts through her shirt. She lingered her fingertips along with the tone muscles of his chest, kissing him again. She arched her back to press her breasts further into his hands, her own maneuvered down to undo his belt. The next few minutes passed in a haze of lust as they stripped each other’s clothing. After they were both naked, she kissed down his chest. His breathing got heavier even after she ran her tongue along the tip of his cock, causing it to jump slightly in reaction. Her fingers curled around the base of it as she took him into her mouth, eliciting a small moan from his lips. She worked at it eagerly, making it grow larger and thicker. She pumped the base as she sucked merrily on his tip, her fingers traveled to her own nether regions to rub herself, getting ready to rock his world.

She crawled back upon him. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she positioned herself astride him, guiding his hard cock to the entrance of her moist pussy. She adjusted herself slightly, guiding the head into her with a small sigh. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. She slowly descended, taking more of him into her. Once he was buried inside her hot pussy, she leaned down to brush her lips gently against his and showed the last of her escort etiler gentleness. She began to ride him hard, slamming her hips down on his, his cock driven hard and deep inside of her. Her moans echoed throughout the room, sometimes mixed with his. He was surprised at her wanton ways and wondered how this sweet girl could become a savage cat at night time.

Beads of sweat dripped down her body as she used his cock for her own selfish ways, riding him relentlessly. He reached a hand up to play with her breast gently, the other gripped her hip, helping her to impale herself with his cock. She rocked onto him harder and faster, her face furrowed in concentration as she approached her orgasm. She cried out suddenly, giving her loudest moan yet as her pussy tightened up around him and her body shuddered with pleasure. She started to slow down, but Ollie had other ideas.

He placed his hands on her hips and moved them back and forth, thrusting his cock up into her as her orgasm started to subside. She moaned, leaning down over him so that he could use her body for himself. He pressed his face into her neck and pumped her like there’s no tomorrow. After a few minutes, he rolled her onto her back and crawled on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he plowed into her pussy again, fucking her hard and fast. He reached down and grabbed her ass so that he could pull her up to meet him as he thrusts inside of her. After an assault of heavy pounding, he started to groan. She orgasms again, hard, the muscles in her slick pussy contracting again. At this, he buries himself deep inside of her as his seed spews out into her, filling her pussy. She sighs softly after their shuddering has subsided. He rolls off of her and she cuddles up against him, his arm around her. Their sweat entangled bodies slow down, breathing returning to normal. They fall asleep without saying a word.

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Bill Merryweather made a quick exit out of the precinct and headed for his car. He swung the car out onto the road and headed for home, hot with anticipation of the following day. It was after 1a.m. by the time he arrived. He opened the door of the brownstone and climbed the stairs. It was unlikely he would sleep much now he had the first real clue to ponder. He opened the door to his apartment, slung his coat on the hallstand and went through to the kitchen. He selected an English beer from the icebox and sat down. His cell-phone rang. It was Hernandez.

“Hey Mez, I can’t sleep. Can I come over for a beer and discuss the case?”

“Of course,” he said deliberately coldly, not wishing to betray the delight he would feel having her in his home. “Bring some of that crap you yanks call beer. I only have the crap us Limeys call beer!”

Half an hour later Hernandez was standing at his door, her dark hair loose about her face and her big dark eyes lightly made up.

“Nice place,” she said. “The guard at the street gate was packing a bazooka!”

“It’s designed to stop cars crashing the gate. But even I think it’s a little excessive”

He poured her a beer and placed it on a coaster.

“You look great,” he said nervously, looking at her white blouse, blue skirt and expensive low-heeled shoes.

“Thanks Mez. Didn’t know you was lookin’. You Limeys don’t say much personal stuff.”

“I’m middle class Hernandez.” He said, a rich vein of irony in his voice. “We’re still quite reserved even these days. You wouldn’t catch me saying anything like you look great, or you are very attractive dressed like that, or when I look carefully I can see the real woman behind the badge.”

She smiled.

“Jees Mez. Are you coming on to lil’ ‘ol me?”

“Would that be a problem? I know its awkward with us working together but lately I have been having thoughts.”

“Go on.” She said seriously, her face changing from one of surprise to one of real interest.

“Well I have to confess I have had these thoughts since I first saw you. I find it difficult to partner someone I’d like to make love to if I was honest.”

She was silent for a while, and then slowly she smiled again and reached across the table and stroked his face.

“You ain’t alone Mez. I’ve bin’ wondering ’bout you too. Why don’t you jus take me through to your bedroom and we can show each other in detail whats buggin’ us? Lets worry about partnerships tomorrow.”

Nadia was full, almost drunk on the blood. She had emptied Mandy and half drained Lana. Lana was lying in a pool of blood, still gurgling through a large hole in her throat. Nadia walked through to the bathroom and got in the shower to soap away the blood. She was too full to think of how to dispose of the two women but they would be missed. If Jason were there he would have severed their heads and tumbled their bodies down the linen chute. But Nadia wasn’t bothered just yet, she was too busy cradling her full belly and enjoying the afterglow of an evening well spent.

Bill took Hernandez into the bedroom and slowly undressed her, savouring every moment of her body being unveiled. First she kicked off her shoes, and then he unbuttoned her blouse. She watched his hands as they quickly slipped her out of it, then sliding his finger down her waist and over her belly to unhook the belt of her skirt. Underneath her underwear was plain cotton. Expensive natural fibres. Her bra went first, making him sigh with delight as they released her breasts. Firm full and self-supporting even without their cover. Then he escort kağıthane sank to his knees to slip of her briefs revealing a neatly trimmed triangle of wiry pubic hair. He licked her dark belly, already lost in the fantasy of her Hispanic skin. Her hair tickled his face as she bent down to kiss the top of his head. He stood up, slipping off his shirt and pants. Then he kissed her gently on the lips. Her eyes closed and she smiled up at him. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down his shorts. His cock, large enough and almost hard sprung up and waved about a few inches from her face. She reached out and took it in both hands, gently massaging the foreskin back and forth. He joined her on the bed and kissed her.

Nadia climbed out of the shower, dressed and made her way down to the lobby. With her cape to protect her identity she decide she would just leave. Mandy would not turn, she had not drunk of Nadia, and Lana would be dead of blood loss quite soon. Besides, it had been a while since she had lived dangerously, and it was about time she started again. She knew Jason would go mad, but why should she answer to him?

They continued to kiss, tongues probing. He slid his arms around her, drawing his mouth from hers. He traced the line of her jaw, using his lips and tongue. Then he licked her big chestnut nipples, moving lower and lower until I had a mouthful of her pubic hair. She wriggled as his tongue probed her pussy. In reply she pushed him back, his prong of a tool waving about in front of her. She slid her tongue up the inside of his leg, quickly flicking over his balls, and down the other side. She came back to his cock, taking it in her hot mouth. She engulfed it quickly, sliding down over it as far as possible. She used one hand to cup his balls, playing with them, the other helped to limit the depth of his gentle thrusts in to her throat. He was harder than ever before

She removed her mouth and climbed onto the edge of the bed and offered her pussy to him. He parted the lips of her cunt and flicked his tongue against her clit again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. He moved up her body and began sucking her nipples for a second time, then slid his lengthy meat inside her. It was just how she had imagined it. Thick and hard, throbbing away inside her wet and wanton slit

“Bite them, go on,” She giggled, feeding her nipples in to his mouth. “Fuck me harder you Limey bastard.!”

Bill obliged with a barrage of good long hard strokes until he could feel Hernandez’ orgasm boiling up inside her like lava from a volcano. To his delight she started to shout the most obscene things and dig her nails in to his back. He could practically feel her cum seeping out but he held on to his own.

Nadia was safe. She was out on the street and part of the flickering shadows once again. She sensed the weather was about to break and ducked in to an ally. A clap of thunder was quickly followed by a torrent of rain. The fires by the river would soon be out. Then she heard a noise behind her and turned to see a gang of four mutants appear from behind the dumpsters, boxes and trashcans.

“Looks like were going to have ourselves a gang bang!” said the tallest. His dark hair swept back from his handsome pale face revealed a set of haphazard scars. He laughed revealing perfect white teeth bracketed by a pair of deliciously long fangs.

Bill returned his mouth to her hot cunt and began to work in earnest. She came quickly. He lifted his face up, wet with her juices and commented that it was pretty fast, how she must have escort beyoğlu been really ready. She told him that he had no idea how much she had wanted him to fuck her. The she gripped his length and wanked it gently, explaining how her showerhead had been her only pleasure lately and that she wanted him in every hole

“Even here,” she purred fingering the little brown bud of her arse. “It’ll be my first time and I want you to do it. I’ve always wanted to know what its like.”

He turned her over and she presented her bottom to him, asking if he would like to fuck her deep. He knew he wouldn’t have to be asked a second time. He pulled her up on her knees, and knelt behind her, stroking her buttocks and her pussy. Then he slid his hands underneath her, touching her breasts. Then he brought his cock up against her arsehole, but at the last minute, changed position and pushed into her pussy. She was really into being teased. Merryweather was driving his cock in fast and hard. He began to move in and out, occasionally sliding out and rubbing the head against her sphincter. He moved faster and faster, and as he touched her rim again she pushed back hard against him. The tip of his cock was forced into the first inch of her butt. It was really tight and the un-lubricated friction was too much. His cock was just too big to go any further. She groaned in disappointment, begging him to push harder. He did but she squealed, and he stopped. Once more he tried, gaining only half an inch. It was a great sight, Hernandez beautiful arse with his rock hard tool wedged in it. The more she wriggled and pushed, the bigger and harder he got until the skin of her tidy little rim looked as though it would split. Her eyes were watering, and she was sobbing half in pain and half in frustration. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of hand cream. He pulled his cock out from its neat little sleeve of bum flesh and then spread the improvised lubricant on his cock until it glistened. He turned her over and knelt on the bed, handing the lube to her. This time he was sure he wouldn’t disappoint her. She squeezed some of the lube onto her anus as he watched. She spread some around the entrance, and slid a finger in, moving it back and forth. It looked so good; the anticipation had almost reached the frustration point. He added a second finger, both of them loosening her passage.

“Now, do it now!” She hissed at him turning back over, her blooming, shiny bottom inches from his face.

He placed his cock at the entrance to her ass and started to push against it. With a lot of effort the head slipped in. To his amazement she started to come just from that. He pushed harder, and she pressed back against his cock. Slowly, his cock slid in until he could feel her tighten against him, all the way in. He couldn’t believe the feel of her deep inside her arse. He began to move back and forth slowly, his cock seemed to push deeper with every thrust. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her hard against him with each stroke. He slid one hand down to her pussy, stroking her clit.

Then he stopped and his wad of cum pulsed out deep inside her. Hernandez groaned like she was dying as his cream filled her passage. She could feel the spunk jetting out inside her. The pulse of rippling cock was subtly flexing her sphincter. He pulled it out on Hernandez’ last groan, letting the semen drip down her legs and on to the peachy little pussy below.

She turned over and pulled him down on her.

“I ain’t ever been fucked like that before.” She gasped. “I thought I was goin’ escort esenler to scream.”

They lay there together and talked for a while. Their minds a million miles away from their jobs.

Nadia had allowed them to hold her down and pull open her cape to reveal her short black dress. She was only playing with them. None of them had the strength to restrain her if she didn’t want them to. The leader knelt down between her long legs, and held them apart. He was fumbling with the zip of his combat trousers. He reached inside the bulge and hauled out a cock three inches wide and as long as a snake.

“Look at this bitch. It’s not just the teeth that make me a mutant!”

His companions laughed, though he was shocked to see that she showed no fear as he brandished his tool. He’d never raped a woman yet that hadn’t cried at the thought of his eighteen-inch monster cleaving their pussy lips apart. He reached beneath her hem and wrenched the black thong aside to reveal Nadia’s newly depilated slit. He looked up at his friends.

“This is one expensive pussy boys.”

Then he forced his tip between her smooth dry lips as hard as he could with the express wish of hurting her. Nadia feigned pain. His hands squeezed her thighs and he thrust again burying ten inches inside her. She moaned as the girth forced her pussy lips apart, abrading them as it went. He speeded up, each thrust becoming quicker and harder. His actions would have shredded a normal woman, but Nadia just lay back and enjoyed the fuck this monster was giving her. She felt the ripples of pleasure rising quickly from deep inside her tunnel and the throbbing excitement of her positively abused clitoris moving down to meet them. When they touched she clamped her thighs shut.

“Jesus Christ,” he roared. “The bitch is fucking coming!”

He pulled his length out of her and aimed at her face. With one jerk of his hand the biggest jet of semen she had ever seen leapt out and caught her on the cheek. Then another hit her forehead almost straight away. She closed her eyes quickly as a big drop of cum hit her nose. She could hear his grunts of satisfaction as he wanked out his load all over her face. A load that was as unreasonably large as the cock that provided it. Nadia loved it, slurping the dribbles of spunk off her lips with her pointed tongue, and then tilting forward to suck the last few drops from the mutant’s meat. Then another came over whilst she sucked and entered her pussy from behind. She was wet as hell and the other cock slipped in with no trouble. Then two more approached. Suddenly Nadia was aware that the dawn was fast approaching, a sulphurous glow was creeping up over the horizon.

The Enforcer rolled slowly along the street, the morning news on the radio.

“This morning the latest carnage in the mutant gang wars is in the form of three murdered gang members found in an alley well beyond their established territory. Police say all three were beaten to death. A passer by said they had seen them terrorising a young women only hours before they were found. The gang leader, Robert Baranowski, known as Bela because of his vampire like appearance was not among the dead. “

Merryweather was secretly pleased. That was three less to worry about.

“Are you ok Hernandez?” He asked quietly.

” I sure am Mez.” She said smuggly.

“You are going to see me again aren’t you? Socially I mean?”

“I sure am, and if you keep doin’ what you did to me last night. You ain’t going to be able to shake me.”

“Good,” he laughed. “Then I will!”

As the car rounded the corner, the apartment block loomed up before them. A black glass and granite obelisk silhouetted against the morning sky. Merryweather smiled.

“I’ve got a feeling we’re on to something.”

To be continued…

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