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Before I entered the world of New England college academia, as described in other stories I have written here, I worked for a couple of years as a high school English teacher in a small town in Minnesota.

The town, with a population of 2,500, was boring, and the school was boring. In an effort to liven things up a bit, I decided to start a Little Theatre company for both students and adults, and the school was gracious enough to allow me to use their stage free of charge.

One of the first plays we did was Wait Until Dark, which was about a young and beautiful blind girl who is terrorized by three burglars who break into her apartment. After tryouts, the girl I selected for the lead was Katie Knudsen. She and her sister Kendall were fraternal twins, and they did everything together, so Kendall volunteered to be the stage manager for the production.

Like many of the families in Minnesota, the Knudsens were of Scandinavian descent. The father was a forest ranger, and the mother was a housewife, who had apparently decided to be very productive in a short period of time. She had produced the oldest sister, Kathy, in one year, the twins, Katie and Kendall, in the next year, and finally, the last one, Kristin, in the third year. Now, Kathy was 19 and in her first year at the University of Minnesota, Katie and Kendall were about to turn 18 and in their last year of high school, and Kristin was 17 and a junior in high school.

And like many Scandinavian ladies, these girls were absolutely beautiful. All of them were blonde and blue-eyed, with beautiful figures. The whole family became part of the theatre company, with the mother offering to be in charge of costumes, and the father helping with set construction.

The month was May, and the oldest daughter, Kathy, had just returned from college. Kathy was about five-foot-eight with shoulder-length blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and the figure of a gymnast—which is what she had been at college. I was single at the time, and I guess the family felt sorry for me living alone, so they invited me to a Sunday dinner at their house.

“Mr. Baxter, do you like camping?” Kathy asked me as we were sitting around the table.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve never done it. Why?”

“Well, I was planning to go camping this weekend with my college boyfriend Mark in Chinoqueg State Park, but he can’t get away because he has to work, and Daddy doesn’t want me to go alone,” she said sarcastically. “Would you want to come?”

“Kathy….” Her mother began.

I thought about it for a moment. It sounded like it actually might be fun, and I had no plans for that weekend. “Sure,” I said.

“Great! I have all the camping equipment and two sleeping bags. All you will have to bring is whatever you want to eat—or to drink.”

“Okay.”

“I was going to go in Mark’s car, but he’s not here, so can we use your car?”

“Of course.”

“Could you pick me up Saturday morning around eight?”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure you want to do this, Donald?” Kathy’s mother asked. “Spending a weekend with a teenager like Kathy can be a trial.”

I smiled at her. “I’m sure it will be fun.” I didn’t know then just how much fun it was going to be.

II—Kathy

I picked Kathy up at eight that Saturday and within an hour we were pulling into the reserved campsite at the state park.

We pitched the tent together and spread the sleeping bags out inside.

We spent most of the day hiking through the park and then ate a hearty campfire dinner of burgers, salad and some white wine that I had brought. I didn’t know what the legal drinking age was in this state, but I told Kathy she could have some as long as she didn’t tell anyone else about it.

She actually had quite a bit more than some since it was a large bottle. So by the time she was ready for bed, she was feeling pretty good and in a chipper mood.

“I’ll go in the tent and change first, then you can change,” she suggested.

“Why don’t you just hand me the bag with my pajamas in it, and I’ll change out here while you’re changing,” I suggested. “It’s dark enough.”

“Okay.”

By the time I had changed into my pajamas, I could feel the night getting quite a bit colder. This was after all early May, so the nights were still cold.

And that’s why I was a little surprised when I got in the tent and saw Kathy sitting up in her sleeping bag clad only in a pair of thin white silk pajamas. I laughed.

“What are you laughing about?” she asked.

“Your pajamas. At least I’m wearing warm flannels. Your pajamas look more suited to a romantic night with your boyfriend.” The two points at the front of her pajamas also made it apparent she was not wearing anything underneath them—at least on top.

“That’s what it was supposed to be,” she said. “Besides, this is all I had.”

“Let’s hope the sleeping bags are warm enough then.” I crawled into my bag, zipped it up, and turned out the battery-operated camping lamp Kathy had brought.

But even with flannels, I Maltepe Escort could feel after a half hour that the tent was getting quite chilly.

“I’m starting to get cold,” Kathy said.

“It’s going to be a cold night.”

“We could zip the sleeping bags together into a double bag. I think that would be warmer.”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

So we both crawled out of our sleeping bags, spread them out, and zipped them together. Looking at the nice view of her silk-clad bottom when she turned away from me, I could see that she was apparently not wearing anything under them either, since there was no panty line.

She crawled into the double sleeping bag first, and I followed, zipping the bag up after me.

“I think this will make us warmer,” she said.

“I’m feeling warmer already.” I assumed she would not know how I meant that.

“Can I cuddle with you to get warm?” she asked.

“Of course.”

She scooted over, put her arm around my chest and lifted her right leg over mine. Now she was really making me warm, and I hoped she would not notice that I had the beginning of an erection.

“This is better,” she said, snuggling up.

“You said it.” I put my arm about her and pulled her close.

“It will take me awhile to get warm. I can always tell when I’m cold.”

“How’s that?”

“Give me your hand and I’ll show you.”

I gave her my left hand. Apparently, she had unfastened the top few buttons of her pajama top, since that’s where she slipped my hand inside and placed it on her breast. Her breast was small, but it felt quite nice, and her nipple felt like a cold and stiff pencil eraser. Naturally, I was surprised at her boldness and wondered just how far this invitation was going to go.

“See what I mean?” she asked.

“Yes, your nipples are really cold.” I felt the other one as well. “Would you like me to warm them up?”

“How would you do that?”

“I think the standard method would be to take them in my mouth.”

She thought about it for a moment. “…All right.”

I began then to think this was going to go a lot further. I withdrew my hand from her breast, reached over and turned on the camp lantern. “I like to see what I’m doing,” I said as I sat up, but what I really meant was: I’d love to see what you look like naked.

When I turned back, I saw that she had unfastened the rest of the buttons and pushed her pajama top to either side. I didn’t need any more invitation than that. I bent over and took her cold nipple in my mouth. I spent a long time sucking on and warming it up. Finally, I did the same thing for her other nipple, and she seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. When I was finally finished, I closed her pajama top and sat up.

“Is there anything of yours that needs warming up?” she asked with a sly smile on her face.

“My appendage is a little cold,” I offered.

“I’ll warm it up for you if you want.”

That was all the invitation I needed. I straddled her body, took out my already-erect member, and scooted up until the head of it was resting on her chin. With a smile, she put her hand around it and put it in her mouth. She spent as much time sucking on it and swirling her tongue around it as I had with her nipples. I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

“You can come in my mouth if you want,” she said as she took it out. “I’ll swallow it.”

As tempting as that offer was, I knew if she put it in her mouth just one more time, I would come on the spot. “Any chance of my getting something even better?” I asked.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I would love to have sex with you.”

“Well, I’m on the pill, so if you want to do it, I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I would like it.”

Again, that was all the invitation I needed. I scooted down, took her pajama bottoms by the waistband, pulled them down and took them completely off her. And there it was: one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen: a little blonde curly muff. I knew I had to warm this up as well, so I bent down and began licking her. She sighed. Then I spread her thighs and stuck my tongue in. It did not surprise me to find that she was already wet. She tasted pretty good too.

“Oh God……,” she moaned.

As much as I was enjoying this, I was ready for the final act. I kneeled up between her thighs and pushed my pajama bottoms down. My cock was huge and ready.

“You’re bigger than Mark,” she said looking at it.

“Thank you. What would you like me to do with it?”

She smiled. “You can put it in me if you want.”

“Is there a better way to word that—using the ‘f’ word?”

She smiled again. “You can fuck me if you want.” She spread her thighs a little further apart. “I would love you to fuck me,” she said.

And that’s what I did. I pushed my turgid cock into her tight little pussy and fucked her slowly, trying to make it last as long as I could. It was a good thing there weren’t campers near us, since they surely would have heard her moans and her cries of Anadolu Yakası Escort “Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me.”

Finally, as she wrapped her naked legs around my back, I came deep inside her. I stayed inside her for a long time.

“I’m getting really cold,” she said finally with a laugh.

“Me too.” I reluctantly pulled out of her, took the towel from the corner of the tent, wiped myself off and then wiped her off.

“That was nice,” she said after she had put her pajamas back on and slid back under the sleeping bag.

“I would agree.” We slept naked the rest of the night, and in the morning I fucked her one more time, and I fucked her again just before we struck the tent.

III

Katie and Kendall

We had just completed a two-hour rehearsal of Wait Until Dark in the high school auditorium, and the play seemed to be coming along very nicely. It was a one-set play in a small New York City studio apartment where the living room, kitchen and bedroom were all in the same room. Young Katie Knudsen was wonderful in the role of the young blind girl. She appeared to be a very talented actress, and I knew I had chosen well. Although she and her sister Kendall were twins, they were fraternal not exact twins, so while they looked alike, they did not look exactly alike, and Kendall for some reason seemed to be the more mature of the two. But both of them were beautiful Scandinavian blondes with perfect little figures. Between the two, Katie was slightly prettier, but I would not have turned either one of them down. As it turned out, I did not have to.

At the end of the rehearsal, I was in the process of securing the stage. The one custodian who had been there and wanted to leave early had asked me to turn off all the lights and make sure the front door was locked when I left. But I noticed that Katie and her sister were still hanging around after everyone else had left. Katie was still wearing the garb of her role: a yellow and brown pheasant-type skirt and a white satin blouse. Kendall was dressed in the standard high school garb of jeans and a school sweatshirt.

“Mr. Baxter, could I talk to you a minute?” Katie asked.

“Of course. Let’s sit at the table.”

She and her sister sat down. “Kendall has to stay here too because she’s driving,” Katie said.

“Okay.”

“What I want to talk to you about is not the play but my sister Kathy.”

“Oh.” I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of that.

“When Kendall and I were growing up, we were always jealous of Kathy because she was the oldest, and we always felt that she got the first choice of anything. We always wanted what she had.” She looked over at Kendall, who appeared to encourage her to continue. “Anyway, Kathy told us about the camping trip she took with you. She said it was the best sex she ever had.” She looked at Kendall again. “And we were wondering if you would do the same thing for us.”

Once again I was stunned. “You’re kidding,” I said.

“We’re not kidding. We want what Kathy had. What you did to her.”

“You want to go on a camping trip?”

“That won’t be necessary. There’s a bed right here.” She nodded over to it. “And there’s no one here but us.”

“You want me to do it here—and now?”

“Why not? Kendall and I have been talking about it, and we thought this would be the best place of all. No one would know.”

“How old are you?”

“We both turned eighteen last week.”

“That’s right, I forgot. I remember now that you told me. Maybe this was the reason you told me. But what about protection? I certainly don’t carry condoms around with me.”

Katie laughed. “That won’t be necessary. We have a very liberal-minded mother. She always insisted that her daughters be on the pill by their senior year of high school—whether they were having sex or not.”

“So you’re good to go in other words.”

She smiled. “We’re good to go.”

I thought about it. I was a teacher in the high school, and even Katie and Kendall were of legal age—barely—they were my students. So I decided to do the right thing. I decided I would not have sex with either one of them. But I would be happy to fuck the both of them.

“Okay, I’ll do it on one condition.”

“What is that?”

“I want the both of you completely naked. I’ll do you first, Kendall, while Katie watches. Then I’ll do Katie, while you watch.” I thought it would be nice to save the best, the prettiest, for last—sort of the dessert, so to speak. Katie was almost the spitting image of the young actress Kirstin Dunst.

The girls looked at each other, then nodded in agreement. So I just sat back in the chair and enjoyed the view as they both stripped off their clothes and underwear, with only a little embarrassment, and put them on the table. Kendall seemed to be quite satisfied to stand there completely naked with her hands at her sides, but Katie, who seemed to be more shy, covered her breasts with her right forearm and her little blonde muff with her left hand. Both of them looked İstanbul Escort absolutely enchanting, and I knew this was going to be an erotic treat. I stood up, took Kendall by the hand and led her over to the bed.

“Lie down and spread your legs,” I said. She did so.

Since I was running a risk doing this in the high school, I figured I might as well go for broke. So I stripped completely as well. Then I straddled Kendall and scooted up to her face. “Suck it,” I said, “Just like your sister did.”

She did so, and very soon, I was as hard as I was going to get. I scooted back down, bent and performed the same service on her.

“Mmmmmm,” she murmured.

That was enough for me. I pushed my turgid dick into her tight little pussy and drove it back and forth until I was sure she had come.

“Aggghhh,” she cried.

But I did not come in her. I wanted to save all of that for little Katie. I pulled out of Kendall and dismounted.

“Now it’s your turn,” I said to Katie, who was sitting in a chair beside the bed. She was no longer covering her privates, but she was breathing rather deeply. I think she had been turned on by our erotic performance. I took her hand as Kendall got out of the bed, and motioned for her to take Kendall’s place. She did so—and spread her legs.

Her little blonde muff looked good enough to eat, and that’s what I did—until I was sure she was aroused. She began to moan.

“Put your ankles on my shoulders,” I said. She did so thus offering me the perfect striking position for my big dick. She appeared to be a little tighter than Kendall, so I thought penetrating her would take a little more effort.

And I was right.

“Ahhhhh!” she cried loudly as I drove it into her. I plowed it back and forth into her, but it seemed to be causing her some pain and discomfort.

“Ow!” she cried.

I withdrew my cock and found to my surprise that my penis was covered with blood—as were the nether lips of her pussy.

“My God, you’re a virgin!” I exclaimed.

“Was,” Kendall corrected.

“I didn’t think you would do it if I told you,” Katie apologized.

“Did I hurt you much?”

“It doesn’t hurt much now. I’m glad you did it.”

“And I’m honored that you let me be the first.”

I naturally thought that would be the end of it, but it was not. I lived in a nice little home in the woods without any nearby neighbors about six miles from town. Since Kendall was allowed to drive the car, she and Katie visited me about once a week for the rest of the summer. During the two hours that they usually spent there, we enjoyed a delicious and naked ménage a trios, and all of us learned a great deal about the joys of sex.

But finally, at the end of the summer, Kathy had gone back to school, and Katie and Kendall had both received scholarships to the University of Idaho, in Pocatello, and had gone there. I figured the three sisters would be a lovely erotic memory for the rest of my life.

But I had forgotten about the fourth sister.

IV

Kristin

Near the end of the next school year in May, I was surprised to get a visit at my home one Sunday afternoon by young Kristin Knudsen. She had ridden the entire way out on her bicycle and was dressed in a yellow jersey, extremely short denim cutoffs and white tennis sneakers. Kristin looked a lot like her sister Katie, only a year younger. She also looked a lot like the actress Kirstin Dunst in other words: blonde, blue-eyed and a beautiful figure.

“My goodness, what are you doing here?” I asked as I answered the door.

“I didn’t have anything to do, so I thought I would take a bike ride out,” she said with a smile. “I wanted to see your house. Katie and Kendall told me so much about it.”

“Well, come in then. Can I make you a cup of tea?”

“I would rather have a glass of wine,” she said frankly.

That surprised me—and made me wonder what she was up to. “How old are you?”

“I just turned eighteen.”

But somehow that did not surprise me. “Well, you’re not driving, so I guess you can have a glass of wine. Sit down at the table in the dining room. I was just about to have a tuna fish sandwich for lunch. I’ll make you one.”

“All right.”

So we had lunch together, a couple of glasses of wine together, and a nice conversation. She also told me about her plans for after high school. She had received a scholarship to Bennington College in New England. “So this may be the last time I see you for awhile,” she said.

“Shame.”

“Yes.”

After about an hour, she rose, presumably to leave. “Can I use your bathroom before I go?” she asked.

“Of course. It’s down that hall.”

While she was gone I still wondered if she was up to something. I soon learned she was. After about ten minutes, she emerged from the bathroom and walked up the hall to the dining room. She was completely naked and covering her little muff with her right hand. But her small breasts were completely exposed and absolutely beautiful. If anything, she looked even more beautiful than her three sisters.

“I think I lost my clothes,” she said with a smile, “Have you seen them?”

“No, but you look better without them.”

“I guess you know what I’m here for.”

“I guess I do. You look really beautiful naked. Are you a virgin?”

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All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

*

David Winslow was trying to act cool despite his excitement. He had made the short list of athletes who had been invited to try out for the University of Texas football team. A lot of players had been scouted but their ranks had been thinned drastically. Only thirty or so freshman scholarship candidates were invited to Austin to display their skills in front of the entire coaching staff. After a full three days of try-outs, only a third of them would be offered scholarships and a spot on the team’s roster next fall.

The boys were being put up in style at the Grand Hyatt just minutes from the school and the athletic complex. It was the Wednesday night ‘Welcome’ party and there were a couple of hundred people in the ballroom of the Hyatt schmoozing before the trials began the next day. A lot of the young men had come with their parents but David only had his mom and he knew she didn’t think they could afford for her to come all the way out to Texas for a long weekend. Each of the potential scholarship athletes was being introduced around by either a member of the coaching staff or one of the Alumni Boosters.

All these young man were being considered by more than one of the top universities. When the U of T decided who they would select, they wanted to be sure that that student/player didn’t opt to take an offer from another school. So the boys were being dined and entertained royally.

David was a quarterback and he had taken his Bemidji Bengals to the state championships. Although they hadn’t won, the Bengals had finished with a 9 and 1 record, the first perfect regular season that the Minnesota team had had in fifteen years.

There were a number of colleges that would be happy to get him but he really wanted to go to U of T. And so he was smiling and shaking hands and trying to make interesting small talk but really he was thinking more about the next three days of try-outs.

Jenna Banes and her mother Amanda had both spent a lot of time in front of the mirror in their room at the Hyatt, getting ready for the reception. This was the big event and they were both excited about the evening and the rest of the week.

Jenna had been going out with Brent Travis for almost two years now and she and her mother had a plan.

Brent had been the quarterback that took the Abilene Eagles to the State Championship and won it two years in a row. This was his week to nail down his scholarship with the U of T. Both Jenna and Amanda looked at the U of T football program as a stepping stone to the NFL. That was where the big money was and that’s what they wanted. Brent had the talent and Jenna had the ambition. She and her mother wanted out of the Abilene trailer park they called home and they were determined to help Brent make the team in any way they could.

Amanda’s ex-husband was a U of T graduate. The vivacious mother had met a lot of his buddies over the years and although she didn’t talk to her ex, she still knew people at the school. It wasn’t hard for her wrangle an invitation to the reception for herself and Jenna. The scholarship committee wasn’t stupid. An encouraging phone call from one of the attractive cowgirls he had met while trying out in Austin had been the deciding factor for many a candidate for the team. And Amanda and Jenna were two Texas beauties.

Amanda had gotten knocked up just out of high school and was only thirty nine. People often remarked that she and Jenna looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.

They were two good looking blondes from the heart of America. Amanda’s hair was cut just above her shoulders with an easy wave that framed her face. Jenna’s hair was longer and straighter. They were both in great shape. Amanda was slightly taller and a little more voluptuous than her daughter. For the reception she had shimmied into a little black dress that hugged her dramatic curves like a second skin. The knitted sheath had a swooping neckline that offered a tempting glimpse of her breasts. Her pearl necklace rested comfortably on top of those two luscious globes. She had donned a pair of high heels and smoky nylons for the occasion. She knew she’d have no shortage of company at the reception with all the good old boys in attendance.

Jenna had gone more for the down home look. She had started with a tight fitting denim skirt and white cowgirl boots. Her well toned legs looked like they went on forever below her abbreviated little skirt. On top of that she was wearing a satin shirt, open enough to expose the swells of her arrogantly up-turned breasts. To finish off her outfit she had a little straw cowboy hat that was tied off around her neck and resting between her shoulder blades. She was looking forward to putting it on later.

After many last minute adjustments to make-up and accessories the two blonde bombshells made their way to the Hyatt ball room. They suffered through the dinner and the opening speeches at Anadolu Yakası Escort Harry Allen’s table who was one of the Alumni Boosters and Amanda’s friend. Harry’s wife had left him about six months earlier and he was all over Amanda who he had sitting next to him.

On another night she might have been more interested in his advances, but not this night.

Once the formalities were over and everyone got up and started to circulate, Amanda was pre-occupied, keeping an eye on her daughter.

Jenna talked to a few people, being sociable but not getting herself installed with any particular group for too long. After a couple of conversations she caught her mother’s eye and nodded her head towards a deserted table nearby. She and her mother made their way towards it. When they got together Jenna said…”That’s him, over there, talking to what’s his name…the guy from the Admissions Office. Oh God. What’s his name… Dell…Dell…sounds like sailor…ahoy…avoy.. Mac Avoy. That’s it. Dell Mac Avoy.”

“It certainly is Dell Mac Avoy. And that’s our Mr. Winslow that he’s talking to is it? You’re sure?” Amanda asked her daughter.

“That’s him” Jenna replied.

“Harry said he saw him play in St. Paul last fall and that he was amazing. He’s the competition alright.”

“Well then. I think it’s time we said hello to our old friend Mr. Mac Avoy don’t you dear. Perhaps he’ll introduce us to Mr. Winslow.” Amanda said to her daughter.

And without saying any more the smiling blonde strode towards the two men she had in her sights with her daughter walking purposefully beside her. With a broad smile she walked right up to Mac Avoy, took his hand and pressed her pneumatic tits into his shoulder. She was quite aware that David had seen them coming over and hadn’t taken his eyes off her and Jenna as they approached.

“Hello Dell! How are you? It’s been quite awhile hasn’t it? How’s Janine?”

Dell Mac Avoy was taken aback by Amanda Banes unexpected appearance. Oh he had met her once or twice but they had barely ever exchanged more than a couple of ‘hi’s’, ‘how are you’s’. She usually had some slavering oil man draped all over her and didn’t have much time for the college’s lesser lights.

“Hi Amanda… So nice to see you. Janine is fine. She couldn’t come this evening. She had to work. So how are you? And this is your daughter, right? I’m so sorry Miss. I don’t think I know you’re name.”

“Dell this is Jenna. I’m sure you met her at last year’s homecoming dinner. You probably just don’t remember. And who is this handsome young man you’re talking to?” Amanda asked, turning her eyes appraisingly on David.

“Uhhh. Sure. Sorry. Amanda, Jenna… This is David Winslow. David is from Bemidji…Is that right David…Bemidji, Minnesota. David, this is Amanda Banes and her daughter Jenna. David is here for the try-outs of course. He’s got quite an impressive quarterback rating. The guys in ‘Athletics’ were telling me they’re expecting to see some exciting things from David.”

“Uhhh. Hello. Mrs. Banes. How do you do.” David said shyly, extending his hand to Amanda. As she took his hand in hers, the statuesque blonde stepped past it and pressed her mouth warmly against David’s cheek. He could smell the perfume from her hair as she remained standing very near to him for what seemed like quite a long time. When she did step back slightly her eyes were locked on his as she said…”How nice to meet you David. We don’t get to meet many boys from Minnesota all the way out here in the wild, wild west do we Jenna?”

David was almost hypnotized by Amanda’s dancing blue eyes. Her direct look was really flustering him and he couldn’t think of anything to say to her casual remark. When he tried to look away from her gaze he found his eyes drifting down to her inviting cleavage. The swells of her globular breasts were rising and falling enticingly under the bodice of her little dress. David could feel himself blushing as he finally managed to look helplessly towards Jenna.

Jenna could see the impact her mother’s smoldering sexuality was having on the young man. She had seen it before and had usually felt jealous that the boys she knew and the men too could be so easily distracted. But tonight she was pleased to see that David was not immune to her mother’s considerable charms. This was all going to work out perfectly with their plans.

“Hello David. It’s very nice to meet you. Don’t let my mother spin your wheels. She’s just a shameless harlot as any male over the age of fourteen in the tri-county area can tell you.” Jenna offered, stepping between her mother and David and extending her hand to him as well.

David took Jenna’s hand gratefully like it was some kind of life line. He was a little shocked to hear the younger woman refer to her mother as a harlot but he thought it was probably just some quirky western thing. Amanda stepped back a little but David could see a mischievous smile curling the corner of her mouth as she Kurtköy Escort continued to watch his eyes.

“Jenna. Mrs. Banes. It’s very nice to meet you both” David managed to stammer. Jenna let her hand linger a little extra long in his, caressing his palm with her thumb in a way that attracted David’s full attention. If Jenna and Amanda were any example, mothers and daughters in Texas were very different from mothers and daughters in Minnesota.

“Do you work for the University?” he finally managed to ask.

“God no” Jenna replied.

“I’m in the second year nursing program at Texas Lutheran and Amanda is a flight attendant with South West. Harry Allen asked us to join him this evening. He’s one of the Boosters. He’s had a crush on my mom for a while and every once in a while she throws him a bone.”

Dell Mac Avoy was trying to edge his way back into the conversation but Jenna, Amanda and David were so totaling ignoring him that he soon just shrugged his shoulders and wandered off to join another knot of people chatting nearby.

“So you must be big time ‘Longhorns’ fans…” David said as he polished off the soda he was drinking. What a lame thing to say he thought. Everybody out here were ‘Longhorns’ fans. He wasn’t used to being chatted up by attractive women, certainly not women as drop dead gorgeous as Jenna and her mother. He had been going out with the same girl for two years back home and she wasn’t in the same league as these two blondes.

Jenna could see how nervous they were making him and she smiled to herself.

“Can I get you something David? What are you drinking?” she asked.

“Oh just Coke. But you don’t have to. I’ll get some in a minute.” David offered.

But Jenna happened to spy a waiter with a tray full of drinks circulating nearby. She winked at David, handed her mother her own drink and walked the few steps over to the waiter. She took a coke from the tray just before the waiter turned to offer drinks to another knot of people.

With her back still turned to David, Jenna reached into the breast pocket of her shirt, took a tiny sachet from it and discreetly dumped the fine powder into David’s Coke. She quickly stirred the drink with her finger and put the empty packet back in her pocket. It was nothing lethal, just a couple of pills of Viagra that she had ground up earlier. The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his dick was what her mother always said.

Jenna turned and returned to David with the laced Coke. She handed it to him, took her own drink from Amanda, raised her glass and said… “Remember David, if you haven’t fallen off a horse…then you haven’t been riding long enough.”

And with that cryptic quote the three of them took a healthy sip of their drinks. Jenna looked quickly at Amanda and gave her a little conspiratorial nod. Amanda smiled back at her daughter.

The two blondes made a point of trying to make the young man feel a little more comfortable. They talked about Texas and football and school and were getting on pretty well when one of the coaches came over and said there was someone he wanted David to meet. David reluctantly apologized to Jenna and Amanda and said he’d better go.

Jenna pulled him aside for just a moment.

“David, a few of the guys and some of the girls I know are going over to ‘Steam City’ after this is over. They’ve got a good country band. It’s not far and it should be fun. Why don’t you come?”

“Ahhh, thanks Jenna. But the coaches gave us some of the practice squad film when we got here. I should really study it before tomorrow. I’d love to come but I better do some work.”

“Sure David. But if you change your mind, you know where to find us. Good luck tomorrow.” Jenna said, as David allowed the coach to snag his elbow and lead him away.

Jenna went back to join her mother.

“You did give it to him didn’t you? Is he going out with you? ” Amanda asked.

“Oh I gave it to him alright. But he isn’t coming out. Something he has to look at on tape. But it doesn’t matter. I would say that in another couple of hours Mr. Winslow will be ready to fuck a snake in a wood pile.”

“Well that should make it fairly easy for you then shouldn’t it?”

“Oh I’d think so! You know what they say, ‘it’d don’t take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep’…” Jenna said with a big smile. The two women laughed out loud at this arcane cliché.

David was thankful when the reception was over and he could get back to his room. Those two Banes women had been something else though. He’d been debating about ditching the practice tapes and going to look for Jenna at the bar. But in the end he decided he’d be better off to look at the tapes. He didn’t think that a hot blonde like Jenna Banes was wondering where he was. And he had told his girlfriend Gwen that she could call him late in his room if she wanted to.

So he settled down to look at the practice squad film. He had watched hundreds of hours of football film so Pendik Escort this was nothing new to him. But he found himself having trouble concentrating. He would have been embarrassed to admit it but he was spending more time thinking about Mrs. Banes’ enticing boobs than he was about three wide or nickel defences. He was finding it hot and he was getting agitated, not the mental place he wanted to be before the big try-outs the next morning.

Just as he was about ready to take a cold shower and call it a night, there was a knock on the door.

‘Oh no’ he thought. There had been some talk that there was another quarterback from somewhere in Kansas who had missed his flight, would be arriving late and might need a place to sleep. David didn’t feel like re-organizing all his stuff at this hour.

But when he opened the door he was amazed to see Jenna Banes standing there. She was wearing her cowboy hat and was leaning against the door frame with a bottle and two shot glasses in one hand and a DVD in the other.

“Hi David. Want some company? I bring refreshments…” she said holding up the bottle and glasses…”some highlight film…” … holding up the DVD…”and well…me!” …she said with a giggle, straightening up beside the door, putting one hand on her hip then unsteadily holding that pose.

David was barely able to contain his excitement at seeing the lanky blonde standing there in front of him, asking if she could come in. Christ but she was sexy in her little skirt, her boots, her long legs and her sparkling eyes. He got the distinct impression that she had already had a drink or two.

“Jenna! I didn’t expect to see you. I thought you went out with your friends. What brings you back here.”

“Oh darlin’! They were so boring. The girls couldn’t wait to tell each other about the size of their boyfriends’ dicks and the guys just wanted to get into my pants. They are so predictable. Not like you baby. You’ve got plans. You’ve got a goal. So I thought you might want to see some game film of the competition.” she said, thrusting the DVD into David’s hands.

“Put it in. I’ll pour us a glass of Jaeger” she said, giving him a friendly hip check as she walked past David towards the desk in his room.

David looked after the lanky blonde in confusion. God her perfume smelled fabulous. He didn’t know what else to say so he went over to the DVD player by the TV, took out the disc in the machine and replaced it with the one Jenna had brought. He got it started up and looked around.

Jenna was sitting on the little couch with two full shots on the coffee table in front of her. She patted the seat next to her invitingly. David sat down and she passed him one of the glasses. He tried not to look down the front of her shirt despite the fact that there were a lot more buttons undone than there had been earlier.

“Cheers…” Jenna toasted…” Garage Key!”

“Just this one, then I really do have more work to do…” David said, though not sounding very convincing even to himself. Jenna’s eyes just danced merrily into his as she snapped back her shot of liquor. David did the same, barely able to stifle a coughing fit that almost claimed him. “Great!..” he hissed as the fiery alcohol exploded through his system.

He looked over at the TV and was surprised to see a high light reel of the Abilene Eagles.

“Hey! This is the team that Brent Travis plays for. He’s here this week trying out too. Where did you get this?”

“Oh I know a couple of guys on the team..” Jenna said, sliding a little closer to David on the couch. She casually let one hand drift onto his shoulder and let her fingers start playing with the hair at the back of his neck. David was acutely aware of what she was doing.

“They let me have this tape and we added some material to it from post game parties and stuff like that.”

David was interested in watching the football, particularly the play of Brent Travis. He was good. Really good. But in a very little while the football segued into a back yard Bar-B-Q, with lots of jocks goofing around in front of a bevy of West Texas cowgirls. Inevitably some big guy was throwing a squealing girl into the pool while a whole bunch of other dough heads cheered him on.

David watched this for a couple of minutes more. He was feeling very flushed sitting there with Jenna so close. In fact his cock was starting to stiffen up uncomfortably in his jeans. He was afraid he was going to get his face slapped if he wasn’t careful so he said…” Thanks for bringing this over Jenna. That Travis is a heck of a quarterback. I appreciate the heads up. But I really should get back to work…” he stammered, shifting on the little couch like he was going to get up and show Jenna out.

But Jenna moved her hand from his neck, put it on his thigh and gave his leg a warm squeeze.

“Just a couple of more minutes baby. There’s another clip coming up I think you’ll want to see.”

As Jenna’s warm hand pressed his thigh, David’s cock gave a definite lurch. Fortunately he was able to twist his hips enough to adjust the lengthy bulge so that it wasn’t so visible under his jeans.

David looked into Jenna’s dancing eyes for a moment then looked back at the TV.

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“This vacation is gonna be epic,” Brian said as he threw his bag in the storage compartment of the RV. “The Meyers and Hunts finally joining forces to take on vacation.”

“Oh yeah, we’re gonna have a great time,” I replied. “Unfortunately I’m not sure our kids are as excited as we are. Grace loves your family, especially Naomi, but I don’t think she’s all that excited to spend so much time in an RV. She prefers the beach and room service.”

Brian and I have been best friends since we were 12 years old, and I’ve known his wife Brandi even longer. Her dad and my dad were good friends, so she was like a sister to me. When we were kids I thought she looked and acted kind of goofy, but by our senior year of high school she was the hottest girl I knew. I was always jealous of Brian, for seeing what I clearly missed. My wife, Allison, is attractive, but not nearly as sexy as Brandi. Even their daughter Naomi is the hottest 18 year old I’ve ever met.

I actually lied to Brian though, when I said Grace loves Naomi. She likes her well enough, but would never say she is a close friend. Our families have been getting together most Friday nights or Saturdays their whole life. Sometimes they get along great, but usually Grace complains that Naomi doesn’t hang out with her much. She’s always hanging out with her dad and I instead. Grace is a grade below Naomi, and they go to different schools, so they usually only see each other once a week. I just knew Brian liked thinking they were best friends for some reason.

The joint family vacation was all their idea, but Allison and I thought it sounded like a great time. I especially liked the idea of seeing Brandi in a bikini, and I figured Naomi would probably look even better than her mom. Granted the lake was about 8 hours away, so we had a long drive ahead of us, and one night of camping first.

Once we were all loaded up and on the road, I realized the RV was roomier and much more comfortable than I had expected. Brian was driving and Brandi was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat. From my love seat behind Brian I had a perfect view of Brandi’s very sexy legs, and I was very surprised to have such a great view of her cleavage. Since I was sitting facing the passenger side of the RV, it didn’t even look like I was staring. My wife was sitting in the chair across me, and Naomi was sitting right next to me. Every now and then the RV would shift, and I would feel her lean against me for support. It was one of those times, when her body came into contact with mine, that I realized just how sexy Naomi was.

It’s not like I hadn’t ever noticed that she’d grown into a lovely and attractive woman, but I really hadn’t noticed how sexy she really was. Her legs were long, slender, but yet fit, similar to her mother’s. In fact, she might have had sexier legs than her mother. Another trait she was lucky enough to inherit from her mom, was her ample breasts. At 18 years old her breasts were definitely larger than my 42 year old wife’s had ever been. I was trying to size them up out of the corner of my eye, hoping nobody would catch me.

I was so caught up with checking out Naomi, that I didn’t really notice I was starting to pitch a tent in my shorts. They were just light dri-fit basketball shorts, so they didn’t offer any concealment at all. I almost fell out of the seat when I realized how easy it was to see it. I tried shifting in the long seat, and leaned forward, trying to cover it with my elbows. When I finally worked up the nerve to look at Naomi, she was smiling at me, and shaking her head. She clearly noticed, and was enjoying the show I was putting on while trying to hide it.

There was a moment of panic at first. Wondering if she was going to say something to her parents, or worse, my wife. That only lasted a few seconds, before turning from panic to embarrassment. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me where to look. My eyes darted from Brian, to Brandi then over to Allison. All I knew for sure was that I couldn’t look at Naomi.

“That looked pretty impressive in your shorts. I can’t wait to see what it looks like when you take them off.” She whispered in my ear.

I absolutely couldn’t believe what I just heard. It caught me completely off guard, and I’m sure the look on my face matched the complete shock I was feeling. She was my best friend’s daughter, who I practically helped raise. I’m not a fool, sex with any hot woman is amazing, but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t do it with my daughter, and she was pretty damn close to being just that. I knew I had to squash it, before it got out of hand.

“You’re just gonna have to wonder, because you’ll never get to see it. Your dad is my best friend, and I practically helped raise you. I’m not really sure where this idea came from, but I have a feeling it didn’t just start in the last minute.”

I was sure I had a shocked look on my face, so I was nervously looking back and forth between my wife and her parents. I knew if any of them noticed me whispering to Naomi, the look on my face would surely raise a question or two. Fortunately, Maltepe Escort my wife’s phone had her attention, and Brian was driving and having a quiet conversation with his wife.

“We’ve got all week, so I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I like to set goals for myself, and push myself to achieve them. You’ve just given me my first goal of this vacation.”

After she whispered the last word, I felt her tongue slide under my earlobe, and pull it to her lips. It was quick, but damn it sure made my erection that much harder. No matter what though, there was no way I was going to entertain even an inkling of a notion of having sex with her. Sure, my dick was hard at that moment, but that would be simply too taboo for me. I’ve definitely never been “that guy” who craves sex so much that nothing is out of the question.

I decided I would just sit there and do anything I could to not look at her, but she had other plans. I felt her fingertip on my right shoulder, and then she ran it down my arm about six inches. This was just to get my attention back in her direction, before she stood up and walked across to the other side of the RV. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her slide into the seat between my wife and the tiny bathroom.

The seat we were previously both sitting in was more like a love seat, meant for two, but the three seats on that side were single seats, with high armrests on each side. She picked the third seat, closest to the back, leaving a seat between her and my wife. She pulled up her legs, and sat in the chair cross-legged, with a wicked smirk on her face. I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but a huge part of me was very excited to find out.

She made sure I was watching her first, and then she looked down at her fingers as they traced her breast over her shirt. The V-neck shirt hugged her body nicely, and she really didn’t need anything to help draw attention to her breasts, but using her fingertips to slowly trace each one definitely had me memorized.

After a few seconds of teasing me, she looked me in my eyes again, and pulled the neck of her shirt to the right with one hand, and pulled her breast out with the other. Then she slowly cupped it under her right hand, and slowly moved her hand around it. Her well tanned tit looked amazing just hanging out for all to see. My cock was raging hard now, and there was no possible way to make that go away.

After a few minutes of rubbing her own breast, her hand moved down to her thigh. She slid her fingertips up her thigh to the edge of her very short cotton shorts. Then she uncrossed her legs, and propped her knees up, with her shoes still on the edge of the seat. This gave me a perfect view as she slid two fingertips under her shorts and pulled the material to the side, leaving me a glorious view of her pussy.

My eyes darted from her pussy to her eyes, and she was still looking right at me. When her mouth opened, and her head leaned back slightly, my eyes darted back to her pussy, with two fingers sliding in and out. That was the sexiest sight I’ve ever beheld in my life. Without even realizing it, my own hand had moved to my lap, and behind my left elbow was rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.

Suddenly movement caught my eye as Grace walked towards me from the back of the RV. Much like her mom, she had her face buried in her cell phone. I quickly pulled my hand away from my erection, and tried to hide it again with both my elbows. Sure enough, she sat down right next to me, and it looked like she stole a quick glance at Naomi as she sat.

My eyes shot over to Naomi, just in time to see her settle into the chair. Her shorts and shirt were back in place, and she looked like she was trying to look innocent, but might have failed just slightly. When I looked back at Grace she was looking at Naomi with a puzzled look on her face. I knew she had to have seen something, but she didn’t say anything if she did.

“Hey dad, is there any chance we can stop, so I can use a real bathroom, and maybe get a snack or something?”

“Hon, we have plenty of snacks in here, and the best part of traveling in an RV is that we don’t have to stop every hour for you to go to the bathroom. You can just go right in there.” I pointed to the tiny little bathroom just a few feet away from Naomi, and noticed she was smiling again.

“Well first off, gross, and secondly, everyone will be able to hear me. I just want to pee in peace. Besides, all the snacks you and mom brought are horrible for you. I want a nice healthy snack.”

“I’ll tell you what. How about you ask Brian, since he’s driving, and if he’s okay with it, then so am I.”

“Deal,” she said, leaping up and stepping passed me to lean over Brian’s shoulder. She didn’t talk loud enough for me to hear what she was saying, and my eyes were too anxious to get back on Naomi.

It was like Naomi was waiting for me to give her my attention again. She smiled coyly, and even gave me a wink. I assumed the wink meant that Grace hadn’t seen anything, but in all honesty I had no freaking Anadolu Yakası Escort clue what it really meant. I was just happy my erection had started to subside, and rational, sane thoughts returned. I clearly had lost my mind, allowing Naomi to do that. Did that make me a pervert? What if Grace had caught her?

Whatever Grace said to Brian apparently worked, because we stopped at the next Gas Station we came upon. And, apparently Grace wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to use the bathroom in the RV, because everyone got out. Grace, Brandi and Allison all rushed straight into the bathroom, leaving me alone in the Gas Station with Naomi, while Brian topped off the RV.

“This has been a fun start already. I know we’re gonna have a whole lot more fun all week.”

“Naomi, I don’t think you realize the effects of what you’re doing.”

“Of course I know the effects, because your shorts are horrible for trying to hide it.”

“That’s not what I mean at all, and you know it.” With that I headed into the men’s room, partly to escape Naomi’s seductive ways, but also to avoid using the tiny bathroom as well. I was aware that someone followed me through the door, but being a public bathroom I didn’t pay that much attention. As I started to head towards the urinal, I felt hands on my shoulders, trying to guide me to the closest stall.

I was shocked to see that it was Naomi, just before her lips pressed against mine. In a moment of weakness I allowed her to push me into the stall, and even returned her kiss. While my tongue started sliding over hers, the whole magnitude of it all hit me. While it would be so easy to pull out my cock and pull her shorts to the side, I just knew it couldn’t happen. Even though I was so turned on that it would only take a couple of minutes, and I knew I could get away with it, I just couldn’t.

“No I can’t do this Naomi, and you shouldn’t even want me to.” I pushed her away, and back out of the stall. “You better get out of here before your dad comes in, or your mom finishes and catches you leaving the men’s room.”

The look on her face was a mix of confusion and disappointment. Which I thought was better than rejection and anger, but I still felt bad for disappointing her. It just wasn’t a possibility for us. Thankfully, she did as I asked, and left the bathroom. I stayed behind, so I could jerk off in the stall. Unfortunately, before I finished Brian walked in. The stall wall hid what I was doing, but I felt awkward trying to look him in the eye knowing I was just jerking off thinking about his daughter. Not to mention that she showed me her boob and pussy.

A short time later, we were back in the RV and back on the road. This leg of the trip was rather uneventful compared to the first leg. Mostly because my wife sat next to me in the love seat, and Naomi and Grace hung out in the back of the RV together. I did, once again, have a great view of Brandi’s legs and cleavage. This time I had to be much more sneaky with my gawking though. Not only was my wife next to me, but the four of us were actually engaged in conversation for the whole three hours.

The camp site was busier than we anticipated, but Brian did a great job finding a rather secluded spot to hook up. We spent about an hour getting everything set up. Allison, Grace and I had our big two bedroom tent and the Meyers had the RV. We got the tent up and ready, and then got dinner set up on a picnic table next to the RV. After dinner we got the fire going and huddled around it. We told jokes and remembered “the good ol days” for over an hour, and then we realized Brandi had fallen asleep on Brian’s shoulder. It was only about 9:30pm, so it seemed too early to seriously call it bedtime.

Grace asked if I would go with her for a quick walk over to the lake. I didn’t like the thought of her going off by herself in the dark anymore than she apparently did, so I was happy to go with her. Turned out the lake was a good ten minute walk, which was much longer than I’d expected. It seemed so close when we drove passed it. There was a good size beach on the lake, so we pretended it was the ocean. Yeah, the silly things dads and daughters do together. We didn’t talk much, because it really was fantastic just looking over the lake and hearing the sounds of nature.

After a bit I realized we had been gone for over thirty minutes, and it was after 10:00pm now. We started heading back and passed a couple of other campers. We said hi when we were noticed, and tried to be quiet when we weren’t. We were near our campsite when Grace heard something.

“Dad, what’s that sound? It kind of sounds like someone is hurt or something.”

We both stopped walking so we could listen without competing with our footsteps. Sure enough though, I heard it as well, and it was clearly muffled sounds just passed the tree line. Grace and I walked towards the sounds as quietly as we could, but yet as quickly as we could. If someone was in trouble, we wanted to get there quickly, but if it were a couple of adults trying to get away with İstanbul Escort something, well then we certainly didn’t want to mess that up for them either.

Once we made it passed the first trees, it became impossible to really walk quietly, but by then their moaning was loud enough that I knew they wouldn’t hear us. It was quite clear at that point that we were about to find two people who snuck off to what they thought was a quiet secluded place to have sex. That’s when it hit me that I was with my 18 year old daughter, and she would be seeing this as well, so I started to dash after her.

“Oh my god it’s Brian and…”

I managed to get my hand over her mouth before she could finish. In a move like she was still a little kid, I pulled her behind me, trying to hide her eyes from the x rated scene. That’s when I noticed that it really was Brian. It was too dark to see her, but they clearly heard Grace. They both quickly pulled up their shorts, and scurried off. Brian turned his head just as he started off, and we made eye contact for a second. Then as they rushed off I completely recognized her silhouette, and it sure as hell wasn’t Brandi.

“Get an RV you two,” Grace yelled out, while laughing hysterically.

“Grace, come on now. I’m sure they just wanted some time together, and couldn’t do it in the RV with Naomi in there with them.”

I tried my best to play it off like I hadn’t noticed it was my wife rushing off. I was actually thankful Grace apparently hadn’t noticed. I was also quite shocked that I wasn’t more upset about it. Hell I wasn’t upset at all, to be honest. I was more disappointed that I didn’t get to watch them. I didn’t even see them “together” at all.

“I gotta say Dad, Brian looked better than I’ve been giving him credit for. It was actually pretty hot seeing him with Brandi like that. He was really into it. I didn’t recognize him at first, and then I couldn’t believe it once I did.”

Damn, how long could she see them? It couldn’t possibly have been more than a second or two, because I was basically right behind her.

“Hey now, don’t forget your my little girl still, and I definitely don’t want to even think about you and Brian,” I said with a good laugh of my own. Still thankful she thought it was Brandi.

“Relax, I was just stating my opinion of what I saw, not admitting that I’m lusting after your best friend. Besides, you’re way hotter than he is.”

Before I could even muster up any kind of reply, or question about where that comment came from, she sprinted off back to the RV. I was left behind with just my perplexed thoughts to keep me company. I tried to decide what shocked me the most, my daughter calling me hot, my wife cheating on me with my best friend, or the fact that I wasn’t upset at all about it.

I just walked back to our campsite, watching Grace the whole way. I was really kicking myself for not rushing ahead of Grace, so I could have actually watched them for a second or two like she had. I just had to figure out which one I should talk to about it first. I had always been able to tell Brian everything, including the time I got some weird STD from two hot young ladies in a hotel room on a business trip a few years earlier.

I was just worried that he might get scared and think that I might tell Brandi, just to get back at him. I decided it would probably be safer to talk to Allison about it, but I was very nervous about telling her that I wanted to watch them. She was a very “straight” woman, who could be talked into trying things in the bedroom, but would always question why I wanted to try it afterwards. All the more reason I had been surprised she would have sex outside with another man.

When I made it back there wasn’t anyone in site. I could hear Grace talking, and assumed it was Allison she was talking to. There were lights on in the RV, so I assumed they were all in for the night. It was earlier than I expected to call it a night, but given what just happened, I supposed it made sense. I kicked some dirt on the tiny little fire that was struggling to continue burning, and then headed for the tent.

“I’m not kidding at all mom, they were totally doing it in the bushes. And I totally caught them mom, I mean busted.” She was laughing and yet sounded like she was bragging at the same time.

“Did your dad see them?”

“I’m sure he did. He got there right after I did, and I can’t imagine he missed them.”

“He didn’t seem upset to you?”

“Not at all. Why, should he have been?”

“Well yeah, his daughter watching his best friend having sex! Yeah, I would think he would be upset by that.”

I stepped into the tent, and zipped it behind me. Clearly interrupting their conversation unintentionally. The tent was surprisingly big once inside. The middle section was tall enough that I could stand straight up, and each “room” on each side seemed much bigger than they looked from the outside. The girls were sitting in the middle section, and for a moment I was struck by how gorgeous and sexy they both looked. I figured it must have been my daughter’s comment messing with my head. Incidentally, because they were sitting on the inflatable cushions, both their mouths were at perfect blowjob level. For just a split second I allowed myself to have a tiny fantasy where they were both licking each side of my shaft.

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The Third Orgasm

“Aw, gawd, darling, darling,” I yelled into the morning air. I could feel another climax building up from the depths of my being. He was fucking me like an expert musician playing his instrument. I had in fact become an instrument at his hands.

We had started talking about him fulfilling my urgent need some weeks earlier. Somehow I had quickly lost my inhibitions, and let him see my hunger. I was amazed at how he had manoeuvred me into that position of admitting that I wanted him, almost more than food. Our long and troubled history somehow dissolved, allowing us to talk about each other like real, live human beings instead of the highly stylised way we had previously spoken to each other.

Two weeks earlier he had just appeared at my door as if he knew how much I longed to see him. Maybe I had given him enough clues. He walked in, grabbed me in a bear hug causing my nipples to harden and a tingling to set up in my lower belly. “How does that make you feel?” he asked quite as if he could see under my clothes. Then he bent to kiss me. In the six years since we had parted nobody had made me feel what I felt in that moment. I tried pretending that nothing at all had happened, but I don’t think he was deceived. My emotions were a riot, my body in a slow boil. Bostancı Escort Somehow we sank onto a dining chair, my legs astride his. I had no idea how he had managed to get me to do that.

His hands explored my hungry body as if no time had passed. Within no time my vagina was wet with wild desire. ‘What is this man doing to me,’ I wondered. But then I felt his finger on my hairy lips exploring that wetness. He inserted two joints into me and I could not prevent my self exploding in violent orgasm. I abandoned all my restraints and opened his zipper to find him very hard. “Hard for me,” I said softly, making him chuckle. When his organ entered me it was just like good old times. I rode him like a wild horse for only a short moment before exploding again, pouring my juices all over his thighs and his trousers. I am almost ashamed to admit I did not leave the house that day, but I don’t care what you think.

And this morning he had arrived at his wickedly early hour to find me still in my bedclothes. He simply dragged me back to my bedroom and undressed himself so fast that I wondered if there were some garments he had omitted. My robe was thrown aside without ceremony before he reached down to lift my nightdress over my head and cast it carelessly into a corner. Ümraniye Escort Then he pushed me back onto my bed. The sight of his rampant cock caused shivers to run through my body; I had not seen one in a long time.

To my surprise his head went between my legs and his lips were on my lips. My legs opened up to him of their own accord. He lashed my vagina with his long tongue throwing me into a paroxysm of delight. I tried not to come wanting to have him inside me when I did. But he had other ideas. He licked furiously fast driving me to the very edge, before flattening his tongue against my clit. I practically fell apart. Legs thrashing wildly I screamed, my body completely out of control. He slowed down a little only to insert the tip of the tongue into my hole, tongue-fucking me before I had fully recovered from the orgasm that had hit me shortly before. I felt that tongue increasing its speed, bringing me to the brink yet again. I could not believe he had managed such a feat. I tried begging him to stop but I suspect my voice was so weak that he decided he could not take me seriously. Pulling out of my hole he advanced along my lips licking all the way. When he reached the clit, he bit it sending a violent bolt coursing through me. Legs went on a kicking Anadolu Yakası Escort spree as I felt my stomach muscles clench hard as I tumbled into that vortex again. I was panting heavily as he lay his head against my thigh.

In an almost leisurely manner he lifted himself over my body bringing his mouth to mine. I tasted my own juices on his lips even as I felt the head of his cock nosing for my cunt. I stretched my hand between our bodies, grabbing it. Gosh, was it hard, thick, and hot! But I guided it to my wet slippery entrance.

Swinging his hips gently he entered me, sliding so very slowly, filling me, opening me up anew. It took me back many years when he had taken me for the first time as a young girl. Presently I felt him all the way into my channel, my muscles clenching and unclenching from this invasion. Those wicked hips kept up the swinging sending that cock from side to the other side, entering and sliding out at different angles. I could not remember a fucking like this in my whole life. Despite having given me two orgasms in short order, now the third was building up. I no longer cared what anybody thought but I was not going to let this lover out of my clutches again; he had been only a high school leaver in matters of lovemaking when I had last seen him but now he seemed to have obtained two degrees and was working towards a doctorate from the University of Erotic Arts. I started trembling as if I had a fever, but pleasure filled every part of my being. A scream built in the back of my throat but could not be expelled.

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This is a short, fun little story I wrote a year ago. It may lead to something else, I have not decided yet. Read slowly and let your mind wander then let me know what you think.

Enjoy xo

*

A warm Wednesday afternoon and I was playing hooky from work. My desk was clear and with nothing pressing, I decided to take a ‘mental health’ day and relax at home.

At the back edge of the property, past the pool, past the flower gardens and against the fence that keep us from falling over the edge into the ravine, I had strategically placed a telescope. From my vantage point I could see over most of the city, but more importantly I could see into a lot of back yards, bedrooms and living rooms of unsuspecting people.

It didn’t take long until I found two naked women playing in their pool. They looked to be in their mid-twenties, in good shape and enjoying each other’s bodies. They would kiss, fondle, then continue with their swim before meeting again at a different part of the pool to kiss to touch each other again.

As their play continued, their kisses started lasting longer, the touching more intimate. The redhead took the brunette’s hand and led her from the pool towards the chaise lounge already Kartal Escort blanketed and ready for them. She laid down first then pulled the brunette on top of her before they returned to their kissing; their hands exploring each other’s bodies, their tanned skin drying in the hot afternoon sun.

I started to rub my hardening cock through my shorts as I watched what was unfolding in front of me. In all the times I had spied on people, I had yet to see two women together.

Sliding down a little, the brunette began to suck on her friend’s nipples, holding her full breasts with both hands; licking, sucking and nibbling on the hardened points.

“Who are you watching?” a voice whispered in my ear, her hands finding my nipples through the thin t-shirt I wore, squeezing them as her body pressed against me.

“Two women enjoying each other by their pool,” I replied trying to sound un-surprised by my nanny’s boldness.

“Can I look?” she breathed into my ear.

“Yes,” and moving aside slightly, the taller woman could easily look over my shoulder into the lens.

“MMMMM, they are wonderful. Keep watching, I will help you with this,” sliding one hand down the front of my pants, she Tuzla Escort grasped my cock with a firm grip, her other hand pulling my shorts down.

Ingrid had been with us for the past two years and I had wondered about her. She seemed like a very sexual person but never really came out and flirted openly with us; she was much more subtle, almost shy. Maybe there was more to her for me to figure out.

“What are they doing now?” she asked, stroking the full length of my hard shaft now as I peered through the telescope.

“The brunette is between the red head’s legs. She seems to be doing a good job of getting her off because the red heads back is arched; her hands are in her lover’s hair, pulling her face further into her pussy.

“You like to watch. I have noticed you out here before, pleasuring yourself as you spy on people. I wasn’t sure if I should intrude but today I’m feeling naughty,” She said as the speed of her hand increased.

“I’m glad you are feeling naughty Ingrid, what you’re doing to my cock feels great”

“Has the redhead come yet?” She asked, increasing the pressure on my length.

“Yes, I think so. The brunette has moved back up her body and they are kissing. Anadolu Yakası Escort Now she is turning around, they are getting into a ’69’ position.”

“Mmmm, I like that position when I’m with a woman, it is so comfortable. Do you think your wife would like me to do that to her?” Ingrid paused for a moment for effect, waiting for my answer.

“Probably! You should ask her. The brunette looks like she is getting close to coming; she has stopped tonguing her friend, she seems to be moaning out and the redhead seems to be really intense on what she is doing:

Ingrid’s pace continued to accelerate, she was very good at what she was doing, giving me a hand job as I watched the couple by their pool.

“You have such a nice big cock, I hope to have you sliding it into my warm cunt someday but for now, this will do.” Ingrid breathed into my ear. She did not speak out loud but kept her voice at a near whisper. It was not necessary as we were alone; her whispers added to the naughtiness of our play.

With all the talk and the scene in front of me I could not hold out any longer. I looked up from the telescope, bracing myself for the orgasm that swept over me. Ingrid was still pumping my cock and sort of holding me up as my knee’s weakened with each spurt that shot out over the grass.

“Thank you,” I said as I turned around to give Ingrid a kiss but she was gone. I watched the tall redhead walk back towards the house, leaving me to clean up and consider what might happen next.

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Suddenly she heard Alan’s voice from downstairs.

“Hey Jessi I’m home. Got some of the guys with me, where are you?” he yelled.

“Up here Baby. I’ll be down in a minute,” Jessica replied trying to regain her composure.

Jessica took one final look and headed down stairs.

“Wow, Jessica you look great!” said Alan.

“Thanks, just thought it was time I spoilt myself a little,” replied Jessica.

“You remember Hal, Steve and Joe don’t you,” asked Alan introducing the guys.

“Yeah sure, good to see you all again, can I get you a drink boys?” asked Jessica.

‘”Sure beers all-round,” said Alan.

Jessica fetched the beers and handed them out. Over the next hour Jessica made sure the boys were well primed before the game started as she wanted them fairly drunk by the time Brad arrived in a little over an hours time.

The boys really got into it and it wasn’t long before they had all loosened up and started showing some interest in Jessica. It was just playful flirting but Jessica was really enjoying the attention she was getting. Alan was smiling but deep down he was wondering what the hell Jessica was up to. This was not like her at all. Normally she was shy and reserved even when guys were obviously flirting with her she never ever responded. She would just smile and move on but tonight she was having a ball. She strutted around showing off her terrific body almost daring the guys to make some comment.

Jessica kept the drinks flowing and by the time the game started the guys were well on there way.

At 8 o’clock Jessica went out the back door and waited. She didn’t have to wait long as very soon a black BMW pulled up and got a guy. Even from this distance Jessica could tell it was him. He didn’t so much walk as swagger easily across the road his 6 foot 3 frame, broad shoulders, tiny waist and wavy locks almost made Jessica melt there and then. As he approached Jessica could see that he wore a simple white T shirt that hugged his torso and denim jeans.

“Hi Jessica, you look great!!” said Brad staring into her eyes.

“You too, wow I can’t believe your actually here,” replied Jessica.

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world trust me,” smiled Brad.

Jessica lead Brad by the hand to the back door and quickly stepped inside and listened. All she could here was the boys yelling at the TV. Once she was sure they were all there she led Brad up the stairs. As she did Brad couldn’t resist running his hands up her inner thighs to her buttocks.

“Oh you naughty boy….If you keep doing that I will have to spank you,” giggled Jessica.

Once in the bedroom Jessica appeared unsure what to do next but she needed had worried as Brad put her at ease immediately by grabbing her hands and telling her how sexy she looked.

“Oh Jessi, you so beautiful and so hot, god look at you, your stunning,” said Brad.

“Thanks Brad, you don’t look half bad yourself,” offered Jessica.

Brad pulled Jessica firmly to him and kissed her full on the lips. This was what she needed. The kiss wasn’t just a kiss it was like a firecracker exploding inside setting her off and unleashing all of her sexual energy. She reached up and held Brad’s face in her hands. His smooth skin was cool to touch and he in turn wrapped his strong arms around her. God he felt so powerful. There kissing was now out of control their hands running wildly over each other. Jessica started pulling Brad’s shirt from his jeans and up trying to get at his abs and pecs. Brad helped out by pulling his shirt over his head.

Jessica just stared at this bronzed adonis standing there in front of her. His washboard stomach was ripped and his pecs big and strong. God he looked delicious thought Jessica. Brad grabbed her head and held it close to his pecs. God his smell was intoxicating causing Jessica to go weak at the knees. Brad being the total gentleman supported her weight with his muscular arms. He swept her off her feet and laid her on the bed.

As she went to speak Brad placed two fingers on her lips…

‘Don’t talk gorgeous, just relax and enjoy,” said Brad quietly.

God Bostancı Escort this was sooooo good thought Jessica. Brad placed Jessica’s arms to the side and slowing undid the buttons on her top revealing her red bra and beautiful big breasts. Suddenly without any warning Brad straddled Jessica and in one swift motion removed her top. Brad slowly ran his fingers down Jessica’s neck until he reached her bra. Jessica let out a moan as he gently ran his hands over her breasts for the first time. Jessica reached her back thrusting her tits up to meet his hands.

“Oh god Jessica, your tits are so big, so full, I so want to suck your hard nipples,” uttered Brad as he continued to massage her tits.

“Please, oh god please yes, suck my big titties Brad, suck them hard, pleeeaaassee Brad,” gasped Jessica.

Brad did exactly that he reached behind Jessica and undid her bra strap and removed Jessica’s bra freeing Jessica’s big tits for Brad to lick and suck.

“Oh yes Brad, suck my nipples, oh god that feels soooo good…”

“Oh baby your nipples are so hard,” replied Brad as he took them gently between his teeth nibbling them until Jessica flinched in just the slightest bit of discomfort..

“Oh Brad, I have something I need to ask you,”

“Sure Jessi, what is it?”

“I need to feel your big cock, I haven’t been able to get it off mine ever since I felt it this morning, please can I see it? Please, I’m dying here just thinking about it,” whispered Jessica in Brad’s ear.

‘Sure baby, to be honest I can’t wait to feel your hands around my cock,” said Brad pushing himself back off Jessica so that he was standing in front of her.

Jessica pushed herself up onto her knees. She sat there like an excited schoolgirl only she was naked from the waist up her magnificent 38DD tits squeezed between her arms. His nipples erect pointing skyward.

Brad undid the button on his jeans and slowly lowered the zip. Even now Jessica could see the outline of Brad’s cock. Fuck it was massive, surely that wasn’t all cock thought Jessica, it didn’t seem possible, was it????

Brad struggled to pull his jeans down bending forward to lower them to his ankles. When he stood up straight Jessica almost feinted… confronted by what could only be described as a gigantic cock.

Poor Jessica, her eyes bulged, her mouth gaped, her breasts and pussy tingled.

“Oh my fucking god Brad, it’s beautiful, its amazing. It’s everything I thought it would be and more much much more, can I touch it?” begged Jessica.

“That’s what its for baby, here let me help you,” offered Brad taking Jessica’s right hand and placing it on his cock.

Jessica couldn’t believe that she finally had her hands of such a massive cock. She slowly started to stroke it noticing that her hands didn’t even come close to closing around its thick throbbing shaft.

‘Don’t be afraid Jessi, give it a real good stroke, here let me help you,”

Brad placed his hand over Jessica’s and started to rapidly pump his shaft from the base to its pulsating peach sized head.

Jessica was in heaven feeling the awesome power that can only come in a 14 inch cock.

“That’s it now you’re getting the hang of it,” said Brad smiling hands on his hips thrusting his hips in unison with Jessica’s long strokes.

Brad gently pushed Jessica back down on the bed and pulled her skirt down and removed her shoes revealing her pretty red panties but they only remained on for the briefest of moments as Brad pulled them as well. Jessica just couldn’t let go of this monster cock and hung on tight as Brad undressed her. But finally she had to let go as Brad laid her on her back.

“Do you remember what my text said?” he asked.

“Oh yes you said you were going to lick my pussy, are you really? Alan never licks my pussy, oh how I’d love my pussy to be eaten!!” gasped Jessica.

by now Brad had pulled Jessica to the edge of the bed. He knelt on the floor in front of her and gently raised her legs and parted her thighs. Jessica was by now trembling in anticipation. How many times had she imagined this…how Ümraniye Escort many times had she driven her fingers into her sopping pussy getting herself off imaging a man’s tongue there….

“OHHHH FUUCCKKKK Brad, uh uh ohhhhhh shiiiit,” squealed Jessica as Brad’s tongue caressed her throbbing clit for the first time.

Brad just keep going alternatively driving his tongue deeper into her pussy and then sucking her clit teasing it with rapid fire tongue movement. Jessica was now fiercely rubbing her tits tweaking her erect nipples.

“Yes Yes YEEESSSSSS!!!” howled Jessica as she was overcome by a titanic orgasm which shook her entire body causing her to squeeze Brad’s head between her thighs.

After this momentous climax Brad slowly licked her dripping pussy before finally extracting himself. As Brad looked up at Jessica he saw that tears were steaming down her face, tears of pure orgasmic joy.

As Jessica regained her composure Brad moved up onto the bed his enormous cock still hard as a rock. he lay down his cock reaching up between his pecs. Jessica lay beside him resting her head on his chest staring at his cock. Jessica couldn’t resist any longer she leaned over and opening her mouth as wide as possible engulfed Brad’s massive cock. Taking the entire head in her mouth. Slowly she started taking more and more of his shaft in her mouth which wasn’t easy given its tremendous girth.

Brad grabbed Jessica and holding her head in a position so that her mouth never left his cock he sat up so that Jessica could give him a real good blow job. It also allowed Brad to massage Jessica’s tits as she did so.

“Oh Jessica I need to feel that great big tits around my cock,” said Brad.

Jessica got the message and lifted her head and cupping her tits wrapped them around Brad’s cock. Jessica proceeded to wank Brad’s cock with her tits noticing that due to its size its huge head poked through and reached her chin allowing her to lean forward and lick it.

“Oh yeah baby, that’s so fucking good…wank me with your big juicy tits and suck my cock,” urged Brad.

Jessica was having the time of her life and when Brad reached under and started playing with her pussy she came again. This time it was still intense but more controlled and she was able to continue to fuck Brad with her tits.

What happened next blew Jessica away.

As she was leaning forward sucking on Brad’s cock her tits still wrapped firmly around its shaft Brad lent forward and kiss Jessica on the cheek and licked her lips which encompassed his cock.

Oh my god, Brad could suck his own cock. Jessica came just at the thought of it. It turned her on so much she hatched a plan should he do this again.

Sure enough as she again sucked hic cock Brad lent forward only this time Jessica thrust it forward and without even a hesitation brad took it in his mouth.

“Oh fuck that is so fucking hot Brad!!” yelled Jessica.

Brad just kept on sucking his eyes looking directly into her eyes.

Finally here moved his mouth precum sticking to his full lips.

“Like that little party trick do we Jessica?’ teased Brad.

“Like it, fuck that is the hottest thing I have ever seen!!” replied Jessica.

“Do you think we could do that together?” asked Jessica.

‘Sure!” replied Brad thrusting his big cock up between them.

What transpired over the next 5 minutes was nothing short of amazing as together Jessica and Brad took his cock in mouths slurping and kissing lips on lips tongues together licking Brad’s shaft together.

Finally Brad could take no more.

‘Oh Jessica I’m going to cum honey, sorry I just can’t take any more, feel my balls their busting,” said Brad.

Jessica did and agreed, they felt so full and heavy.

“Where baby, where do you want me to cum??” panted Brad.

“Shoot it baby, shoot it ALL over, on my big titties, my face, EVERYWHERE. I want your cum EVERYWHERE,” shouted Jessica positioning herself ready to receive Brad’s big hot load of cum.

“Here it comes baby, oh fuck here its cums……” shouted Brad as the first salvo Kartal Escort of cum erupted from his 14 inch cock.

Soon further salvos of cum followed smashing into Jessica’s tits and face. Jessica couldn’t believe how much there was.

“Shoot it on my tits baby, shoot it here,” begged Jessica cupping her breasts and holding them in front of Brad’s exploding cock.

“Oh yeah baby, hold those big titties right there,” said Brad as he finally pumped the last of his juice over her tits.

Jessica looked down and couldn’t believe how much cum there was. She was literally covered in the stuff. It ran down her cheeks dripping onto her tits and from her nipples it dripped onto her stomach.

Brad lent forward and kissed Jessica on the lips which were also covered in cum.

“Oh Brad that was amazing, fucking amazing, thankyou,” said Jessica with a great big smile on her pretty face.

Just then they were interrupted by…

“Jessi, Jessi honey, where are you? Can we have some more beers please honey…” yelled Alan from downstairs.

Jessica jumped to her feet grabbed a towel and attempted to dry herself off. She threw on the top and skirt without any underwear. Brad threw on his shirt and jeans.

“Sorry honey I had hoped that we could get around to having that fuck tonight. Hey how about you come around to my place tomorrow. I’m house sitting a friend’s place its got a great private pool and I promise you that you will get to fell this big cock in your pussy. What do you think?” asked Brad.

“Oh I’d love that, I;ll see you tomorrow,” said Jessica still trying to wipe cum fro her tits.

Jessica showed Brad out and grabbed some beers for the boys.

The guys as drunk as they were couldn’t help but notice Jessica’s state. her hair was a mess, her nipples were protruding from her top and she looked like she’d split milk down her front.

After Brad had snuck out the back door Jessica returned to Alan and the boys. She was in state of such sexual arouseness having felt Brad’s hugeness in her very hands not to mention having received a massive hosing down from him all over her face and tits that her normal shyness around the guys was now just a distant memory. Jessica was in some serious need of a good hard fucking and while tomorrow promised her exactly that she needed cock NOW!! She needed to feel a man’s hard cock pounding her dripping pussy. Brad had got her so worked up she was like a an oversexed nymph. She strutted around the guys her top undone to her navel clung to her cum soaked breasts her nipples hard and erect.

Alan couldn’t believe his eyes…what had gotten into Jessica??? He had never seen her like this. As they watched the game Jessica walked in front of them until she stood right in front of the TV facing it she paused and bent over to pick up an empty beer bottle. The guys almost fell off the couch. FUCK she’s not wearing any panties they all thought together.

They just stared in awe at her long shapely legs and hot ass and most of all her pussy. Jessica took for ages to pick up the bottle ensuring that the guys all received a good eye full of her ass and pussy. Finally when she thought they had had enough she stood up and turned around stroking the beer bottle as she looked at them.

“Ooops sorry boys, didn’t mean to get in the way,” giggled Jessica.

“Wow, like WOW!! You can get in the way anytime Jessi,” blurted out Hal.

Alan just looked at him as if to say what the fuck did you just say.

Over the next 10 minutes Jessica continued to flirt with the guys teasing them remorselessly. When they stood up to get a drink Jessica would move to them and grab their cock through their pants much to their surprise and enjoyment.

At one point an ad came on the TV with a particularly attractive with big tits. Hal again couldn’t help himself.

“Look at the god dam hooters on that babe would ya,” he yelled.

“Fuck yeah, look at how big those tits are, god have you ever seen better??” Mike added.

Jessica just watched on as the guys continued to comment about the girl. Finally she had had enough.

She stood in front of the them and ripped her shirt off exposing her heaving breasts.

“Well what about these tits boys?? How do they stack up??” Jessica challenged.

Alan almost had a heart attack but recovered as the boys got to their feet cheering loudly.

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The alarm clock screamed insistently from the bedside table, but this morning, Janie (known as Ms. Jones to her class of twenty seven-year-olds) sat up with a smile. Why? Because it was Friday. Oh, it wasn’t the fact that it was almost the weekend that made her happy, or even that it was the last week of school before nearly three blissful months off. Unlike many of her fellow teachers, she didn’t see the weekend as a chance to escape those little brats they had to keep track of in order to collect their monthly paycheck – okay, none of them really thought that, but you’d be hard-pressed to tell on a Friday afternoon. No, Janie had always known that bringing up the next generation, and the one after that, would be her calling. It’s true that she would have preferred teaching the older set, but as one of her college advisors had, rather lasciviously, reminded her, she had to face facts. She was simply too sexy to teach adolescent boys.

Oh, it sounded egotistical to say so, but she’d been told that by more than just that old pervert. She had great self-esteem, but it was hard for her to think of herself like that. Sure, she was somewhat slender with an hourglass figure and pert, grapefruit-sized breasts that could have paid the rent. She had mounds of thick, wavy brown hair, matching doe eyes, and slightly pouty, kissable lips. She had long legs, shapely calves, and an ass that wouldn’t quit. Still, she just hadn’t wanted to believe it, until she did her student teaching. One week in a sixth grade classroom had shown her that, frankly, some of the boys just weren’t going to be able to keep their minds on their work, so it was to primary grades she went.

She loved her first-graders, but, it was nice to have some help, and on Friday, she had it. Friday was the day that Oscar Mendoza, a fresh-faced college kid, came to volunteer in her classroom. At first she had thought of him as just some kid, though of course she valued the extra hand with her class. But after a few months, it was apparent that something was changing. When she looked at him, her insides turned into a quivering pile of jelly. God, he was… he was hot!

No, more than that, he was absolutely gorgeous. From his thick wavy hair and big, brown eyes to his swimmer’s physique and broad smile, he was perfect in every way. Janie couldn’t help but wonder if he would be just as enthusiastic in bed as he was in her classroom. She felt like such a pervert for even thinking about it, because she was older than he was – but, at 32, not THAT much older, she would remind herself, rationalizing her desire.

She had been able to control herself for nine long months, but as the school year drew to a close, she knew that she had to try something, anything, to get Oscar to bed. She was hoping it wouldn’t be too hard – he was a man in his twenties, after all. Still, she had come up with a plan. It started with The Sweater. Every woman should have a sweater like this one, she thought. Her friends called it the Man-Eating Sweater. It was a striking red color that went well with her coloring, thin and tight to mold perfectly to her breasts, yet covered enough skin to be wearable anywhere. It had drawn a second glance from Oscar the first time she wore it, and she hoped for a repeat.

She paired it with a tight pencil skirt and low heels. A lot of teachers would be dressing casually, especially for the last day of school, but she wanted to look special.

—–

That afternoon, Janie saw her excitable kids off, and chatted with Oscar about the year and the progress they’d made with the kids. She checked her phone and said, “Oh, gosh, the teacher I normally carpool with had a little emergency and has to go straight home!” Just a little white lie, she rationalized. “I guess I’ll have to see if someone else would mind giving me a lift,” she said, as if to herself.

“I have a car, Ms. Jones. I could give you a ride home,” Oscar said eagerly.

“Oh, would you? That would be so sweet,” Janie replied, smiling gratefully.

As soon as they were in the car, she fanned herself. “Goodness, it’s getting so hot these days, Bayan Eskort isn’t it?” She peeled off her sweater to reveal a thin white tank top through which her lacy blue bra was barely visible. It was low cut, and her generous cleavage was shown off to full advantage. Oscar studiously kept his eyes in front of him, but she saw him glancing over from time to time. Absently, he flicked on the air conditioning – it really was hot, about 100 degrees, and the sweat trickling down her chest was chilled by the air.

She felt her nipples pricking up in the freezing gusts of air, and thought the nervous drumming on the steering wheel told her that Oscar had noticed, too. The ride was blissfully short, and when they had pulled up in the driveway, Janie turned to Oscar and smiled.

“I would really like to thank you for taking the time to bring you here. Would you like to come in for something cold to drink?” When Oscar hesitated, she added, “I just thought, since it might be the last time we see each other, it would be nice to talk about how the kids did, and your career plans, that kind of thing.”

“Okay, sure, that sounds good,” he finally said.

He followed her up to the porch, and she bent over to retrieve the mail in front of her door, feeling the fabric of her skirt stretching slightly over her shapely ass. Putting it on a bit thick, she reprimanded herself, but why not? He was still coming in, wasn’t he?

She got them both glasses of iced tea, and they sat on the couch together, their knees touching companionably. Oscar seemed a little nervous. Setting her drink down, she rested her hand lightly on his leg and leaned in a little.

“Oscar, I just want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me this year. You know, it was such a help to have you there. Kids can be such a handful!”

Oscar’s eyes flicked down and back up. He licked his lower lip nervously and nodded, a little too fast.

“Well, I really enjoy it. It’s such a good feeling to be able to help the kids so much.”

Janie slid her hand toward his groin, and felt Oscar’s muscles tighten under her fingers.

“It’s just so helpful. So if there’s ever anything I can do for you, at all, to thank you, let me know.”

“I, ah, mmm, that’s really nice of you,” he said, with some difficulty. A light sheen of sweat shone on his forehead. “But really just the, ah, satisfaction of helping out is enough.”

“Well, if you’re sure. It’s an awful lot of hard work for a volunteer.” Janie rubbed her palm on his thigh, and felt her fingertips bump up against something firm in his pants. Oscar groaned softly.

“Do you think I could use your restroom?” he asked suddenly.

“Oh. Sure. Down the hall to your left,” she said. She sat back on the couch, sipping her iced tea, and noticed that it had been a couple of minutes already. Tiptoeing up the hallway – she wouldn’t want to embarrass him – she heard the huffing of his breathing, and a low moan that he couldn’t quite stifle in time. Was he masturbating? Damn! A rush of moisture flooded her panties at the thought, but it also annoyed her a little. This could ruin her whole plan. She hurried back to the couch and tried to think for a moment.

When Oscar returned, he looked more relaxed already, and Janie was sure of what she had heard. Damn, damn, damn. She changed the subject to his college classes, his career plans, his family life. Then, she steered it back into dangerous territory.

“So, Oscar, do you have a girlfriend?” she asked innocently. He seemed much more relaxed now, drained his iced tea, and answered her without hesitation.

“Well, I did,” he said, “but we broke up a couple of weeks ago.” He seemed kind of broken up about it, and Janie frowned a little.

“How long had you been dating?”

“Four years,” he said with a sigh.

Janie’s conscience gave a little twinge, but she saw her opportunity. Setting her hand back on his thigh, she rubbed it gently back and forth, looking sympathetically at him. She really did feel bad – four years was an awfully long time, especially at a young age – but secretly Anadolu Yakası Escort she was also glad he wasn’t attached.

“What happened?”

“Well, I don’t know how to say it, exactly. Makes me sound like such a jerk.”

“Oh come on, you’re such a nice guy, I bet I won’t see it that way.”

After a moment, he said, “Well, the truth is… we broke up because she refused to have sex with me. I know what it sounds like,” he went on hurriedly, “but we’d been dating a long time, and she told me she’d had sex with her previous boyfriend after only a few months of dating. She was always asking me to go down on her, but didn’t like to return the favor, and we’d been arguing a lot anyway. So finally I told her, I just didn’t see how I could keep dating her without at least trying it because, you know, I guess I loved her and everything. Well, she said nothing doing until she was married, and I’m way too young to think about marriage! So I told her it was over. Sounds pretty horrible, right?”

Janie’s hand had migrated up nearly to his hip without his notice, and she slid it down toward his inner thigh, squeezing slightly in support.

“No, I understand where you’re coming from. Heck, a handsome young guy like yourself should be up to your eyeballs in pussy at your age.” Her fingertips bumped the bulge in his pants, and she felt a little twitch against them. A little flush came to Oscar’s cheeks.

“Well, thanks for saying so, Ms. Jones, but not a lot of girls seem to be interested in me,” he said, shifting his hips slightly.

“That’s because you’ve been in a relationship, Oscar! I’m sure there are tons of girls who would drop their panties in an instant if you so much as said hello to them.”

“I don’t know about that,” he said slowly, his breathing quickening a little.

“Oh, sure they would. And at your age, well, excuse me for saying it so bluntly, but you must just be constantly horny with all those girls prancing around in short skirts. I can just imagine how, um, how hard it must be,” she said innocently, leaning in conspiratorially and pressing her breasts gently into his arm. Then she felt it, his cock lengthening and thinking in his pants, pressing firmly against her hand. She pretended not to feel anything, or notice that Oscar had begun to sweat a little, eyes dropping down to her breasts and then back up to her face quickly.

“I-I-I guess you could say that,” he stammered.

“In fact, well, it seems like it’s pretty hard right now,” she said, looking him directly in the eyes. She was rewarded with a deep crimson blush.

“Oh God, I’m really sorry, Ms. Jones. I just… I think you are really sexy.”

“Listen, I meant it when I said that I wanted to give you something to thank you for all your hard work this year,” she said flirtatiously, undoing his pants. Oscar groaned as she pulled his cock out, hot and hard and a deep red color. It was bigger than she expected, filling her hand nicely. “Mmmm, she knew what you have here and still wouldn’t let you fuck her? Silly girl.”

Janie stroked his cock up and down a few times before engulfing it with her mouth. She couldn’t quite take it all in before it was bumping the back of her throat. Pulling back, she ran her tongue around the head while she stroked him.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Oscar said.

She slid her mouth down over him again, bobbing her head up and down. She felt it pulsing rhythmically with his heartbeat. Her hand stroked and squeezed the part of his cock her mouth couldn’t reach. Oscar was moaning loudly now and she felt him tensing up. His hands were balled up into fists at his sides.

“Oh God, I think I’m gonna cum, Ms. Jones,” he mumbled. She increased her speed, flicking her tongue over his cock head inside her mouth. Then with a shout, she felt his thick cum shooting into her mouth. “Ahhhh, fuck yes!” he yelled, hips jerking toward her.

Janie swallowed and sat up, wiping her mouth. His cock was still firm in her hand, and she squeezed it, eliciting another moan from Oscar, and a small pearl of cum oozing from the Pendik Escort tip. She scooped it up with her finger and licked it off.

“Ooh, you’re still hard,” she said, pulling her shirt over her head and unzipping her skirt. “That’ll make this next part even more fun.” She shimmied out of her skirt, exposing her matching blue lace thong, already nearly transparent with her excitement.

“Yeah, I… wait, what?” Oscar asked, open-mouthed.

She straddled his lap and unsnapped her bra, tossing it carelessly aside. Her round breasts bounced out, pink nipples already hard. She pressed the soaked crotch of her panties up against his cock. She shivered a little as the pleasure arrowed through her.

“Gosh, I guess it would be more polite to ask you first, wouldn’t it?” She leaned forward with a saucy grin. “You wanna fuck?”

“Ms. Jones, I really–” She cut him off with a deep kiss and after a second she felt him respond, pushing his tongue into her mouth and tangling with hers. His hands pulled her hips closer to him, rubbing his cock up against her lace-covered pussy, and they both moaned.

She pulled away from him to take a breath, and said, “Call me Janie.” Oscar nodded and pulled his shirt over his head. She bit her lip, raking her eyes over his toned chest, then met his eyes again. He didn’t seem nervous anymore. He was watching her body grind against his dick hotly, and when he slid his hands up to cup her breasts, his eyes rolled up.

“God, Ms. Jones – ah, Janie – I’ve wanted to do this all year long.” He leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it and flicking his tongue over the rubbery tip. She threw her head back, feeling bolts of pleasure shooting straight to her pussy. Oscar switched to the other nipple, but after only a moment, Janie pushed his head back.

“I want you inside me,” she said heatedly. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” he said, this time with no hesitation. Janie pulled aside the crotch of her panties and lowered herself onto him, going slowly to get used to his thick cock. As she took in the final few inches, she looked at Oscar. He was watching, his eyes so dark, so alive.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“Oh my God, it’s amazing,” he said. Then, as she slid slowly up and back down, he tensed. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“That’s natural,” she said with a smile, “but leave it to me.” Her hips worked up and down on him, massaging his dick with her tight pussy.

When he finally said, “I think I’m gonna cum,” with an urgent tone, she pulled off his cock. His breath rushed out all at once, and he said, “What are you doing?”

“Waiting, of course.” After a minute, she went back to fucking him, loving the feel of him pushing inside of her, one thick inch at a time. His hands were back on her breasts, squeezing and caressing them, switching to her ass, then back to her breasts. Each time he announced that he was getting close to orgasm, she would stop and make him rest for a minute. The stopping and starting was making her hot all over, driving her closer and closer to her own peak. When she saw his cock straining between her legs, purple and red, and thicker than ever, she knew it was time.

She leaned in to run her tongue up Oscar’s chest, tasting the salt of the sweat dripping down over him. She was feeling the ripples of pleasure all through her body, but she needed more. She took one of his hands and placed it between her legs. Immediately, he slid two fingertips over her clit, and she cried out. She pumped her hips faster, and he rubbed his thumb more firmly over her clit.

“Janie, ahhh, shit, I’m definitely going to cum,” he said, squeezing the words out with some difficulty.

“You’re gonna make me cum, too, Oscar,” she moaned. Suddenly her hips jerked and she saw stars as she exploded in orgasm. Her pussy was clamping down so tightly, and Oscar gripped her hip firmly to steady himself.

“Fuuuuuuck,” he cried, “I’m cumming!” Janie felt him spurting his hot cum into her, and it felt like he would never stop. His cock twitched inside her as it softened, and she tensed up, feeling it pressing into sensitive spots.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Oscar said. “So, when do we get to do it again?”

“Just like a man, always thinking of next time,” Janie said. “You’ll have to give me a few days to recover. We have all summer…”

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Did you ever wonder what it is that makes you do something that you otherwise would never have done? Is it something that you ate or drank that gives you the idea? Is it the time of day, or the weather conditions, or the way you’re dressed that inspires you to get up off your duff and do something? Or is it some sort of sixth sense that prompts you to go ahead and take a chance? Maybe it was all of the above that spurred me to get cleaned up and slip down to the lounge on that cool wet night in Cleveland. It came during a trade show a couple of years back when my partner and I had returned to our rooms following a reception at another hotel hosted by an industry association.

The evening had begun after we had walked over to have a couple of free drinks and wolf down some rubbery hors d’oeurves and perhaps schmooze with a few potential customers. After we shook off the rain and checked our coats, I was delighted to find that the hotel was gorgeous, the drink wonderfully strong, and the food simply outstanding. The hosts had hired a string quartet to serenade the crowd. Everyone we had thought of talking to was there along with some we hadn’t thought of. As we worked our way through the room I could the excited look on Derek’s face and knew I must look much the same. We literally bumped into Brian Hightower, an old customer, who introduced us to the distinguished looking gentlemen he was chatting with. Once he found out about our products and services, we exchanged business cards and promises to get in touch once we returned home.

“Jack and Derek have designed some of the best test equipment in the business,” Brian went on. “And their service is outstanding. Just last week we had some problems running a test and they sent their technician right over. Turned out that it wasn’t even their equipment, but they helped us get our tests done and saved our asses big time!”

“That’s great to hear!” said Jim Hutton, whose company we had been trying to get into for a couple of years. He had that look of well-seasoned wealth, but not too overdone, with graying hair and a nice tan. “I’ll give you a call sometime next week and we can set up an appointment as see what you can do.”

“I appreciate that,” I said excitedly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an animated group of ladies standing together. From my vantage point, it appeared to be a group of wives in the forty and up club, fashionably and expensively dressed, sipping their wine, and chatting about grandchildren or perhaps timeshares in Barbados. One of the ladies was rather large and had a loud but delightful laugh. After what must have been a terribly funny comment, she leaned her head back to laugh and took a step backward.

As she did so, the narrator of the comment came into view and I was screwed to the floor. She was a beautiful brunet, barely over five feet tall with a lovely tan and dark eyes that sparkled brightly. She was certainly younger than the rest, perhaps only twenty-five. Her golden ribbed top clung to her petite figure showing off the wonderful curves of her breasts; her short black skirt showed off her shapely legs encased in sheer dark stockings. Her pretty face shone brightly as she added another comment, which the others found tremendously funny as they rolled with laughter. For a moment I thought that she had noticed me because she seemed to nod in my direction and smile right at me. I returned the nod and smile. Then her head tilted to the side and she reached up to brush at the bangs of her shoulder length hair with her left hand. The sparkle from her diamond ring was astounding. I nodded again and took a sip of my bourbon before glancing back to the group I was standing with, trying to catch up with the flow of conversation.

One of Brian’s associates was making some sort of comment about a recent business success. The others were sipping their drinks and looking about for relief when another roar of laughter arose from the nearby ladies.

“Sounds like the broads are having more fun than we are!” shouted Jim.

“Maybe we should join them,” suggested Brian.

The little brunet and one of the other ladies made the move first, breaking off from the other group and slipping over to wedge themselves in between Brian and Jim. The older lady was obviously Brian’s wife and the brunet must have been with Jim. He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. She put her arm up to his shoulder and pressed in at his side.

“Have you fellows met my wife, Chrissy?” Jim asked.

“Pleasure to meet you,” said Derek reaching his hand out to her.

She nodded to him politely and then looked directly at me. I slowly extended my hand to take hers. It was warm and light and delicate, with long slim fingers and well manicured nails. I looked into her lively dark eyes and couldn’t help but notice that she seemed to be looking back. Even if she was his trophy wife, I couldn’t help but gaze longingly into her eyes. I knew at that moment that she could easily have had me with only a wave of her finger. And I also knew that she Anadolu Yakası Escort must know it as well.

“How are you?” I said not wanting to let go of this captivating young woman.

“I’m doing great!” she said flashing a fabulous smile and her hand still resting lightly in mine.

There a brief silent moment that everyone spent thinking of something to say. For that moment, Chrissy looked up into my eyes and as our gaze intermingled, I felt her drawing me toward her, not only physically, but mentally as well. Feeling the pull, I leaned slightly in her direction.

“Hey, there’s Frank Likens and his guys,” Jim said suddenly. “Let’s go over and say hello. Excuse us fellows. Nice to meet you both. I’ll be in touch next week.”

With a quick shake of the hands, Jim, Brian and their wives and associates stepped over to greet their other friends. Before moving off with Jim, Chrissy nodded again in my direction and mouthed a silent, “Nice to meet you.” Derek and I looked at each other and shrugged. Although I shook my head, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the sight of her curvy backside as she slipped into the other group.

“Hey! Earth to Jack. Come in Jack,” said Derek.

“Hey, sorry,” I mumbled. “You know how I am around beautiful women.”

“I would have thought that hanging around with me all these years would have rubbed off on you,” Derek said, punching me lightly in the arm.

“Yeah, I should know better.”

“You gotta be light on your feet, and quick with the chatter, boy,” he went on for the umpteenth time. But all you do is …”

“Stand there and stare,” I interrupted. “Yeah, I know it only too well, man.”

“Oh, well, that leaves more babes for me,” Derek cracked. Then pointing to the other side of the room he said, “Hey, I think I see Polack Joe from Federal over there. Let’s go say hello.”

I nodded and followed him off through the crowd. Joe and his crew were holding sway just a few steps from one of the bars. I freshened up my drink and joined in. Although the talk was more of golf and sports than business, I had a hard time shaking the vision of lovely young Chrissy from my head. For the better part of the next hour we moved about greeting friends and trying to make friends with those we didn’t yet know.

When I stepped into line at one of the bars, I glanced over and saw Brian and Jim and their wives talking with the president of the association as they worked their way through the buffet line. As soon as my gaze fell on Chrissy, she glanced at me from the corner of her eye. She nodded at the rest in her group but glanced again in my direction. Every time I convince myself that women like that don’t go for guys like me, I meet someone like her and my head goes into some kind of whirl. Who am I kidding my self, I thought, as she shifted her stance, jutting her slender hip out to the side. Babes like that don’t go for guys like me. Then she glanced back to me, in a sexy sort of over-the-shoulder way, her little pink tongue licking her lips. Christ, she knew how to turn on a man.

“Sir! Sir!” called the bartender to me. “Sir, can I help you?”

I turned back to the bar, stepped up and ordered another bourbon on the rocks. When I grabbed my drink and looked back, they had moved away. Derek grabbed me by the arm and pulled me over into a cluster of guys.

“Okay, Mr. Technical. I need you to tell these guys about the Omni project,” he said excitedly.

I was glad for the interruption, suddenly being forced to shake free of this vision and focus on something that I knew well and could easily handle. After describing our analysis approach and the hardware and software we applied, I soon found myself forgetting about her and concentrating on the actual reason for which we were attending the reception. As we completed our business talk and moved on to other pleasures, there was a lot in common with these prospects. We talked about chainsaws, families, and golf games. The guys ended up inviting us to participate in their upcoming golf event and we made tentative plans to do so.

Since it was getting close to the end of the reception, Derek started edging toward the door.

“Don’t want to be the last one, you know,” he said with a chuckle.

“You just want to head back and call it a night?” I asked.

“I was thinking so,” he said with a fake little yawn. “It’s been a long day driving here, setting up and all.”

Just as the kid at the coat check handed my jacket to me, I felt a rush of air brush up against me and the sound of some familiar voices. I looked over to see Chrissy and Jim and the rest of their group strolling up behind us.

“So where are you young fellas off to?” Jim asked.

“We were heading back to our hotel,” Derek. “The exhibit opens early tomorrow morning.”

“We’re heading over in the company van to Johnny Q’s for a drink. Would you like to join us?”

“Sounds great,” I replied. “But we were on the road all day and it’s already getting kind of late.”

“Well, since it’s still raining out, at least let us drop you off Avrupa Yakası Escort at your hotel.”

“Well, that’s nice of you to offer,” Derek said. “Thanks.” He looked at me with a pleading gaze that told me he was rethinking his desire to head back to his room. “What do you say, partner? You want to stay up and have one with the grownups?”

“I’m pretty bushed,” I said. “Go on if you want.”

“Okay with you?” Derek asked.

I nodded.

“Why not?” he said.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Chrissy said slipping her arm through mine. “Everybody’s going.”

“Well, seeing that I did all the work today while Derek was schmoozing,” I remarked with a wink in his direction. “I think I’d better pack it in early tonight. Thanks anyway.”

“Aw, party pooper,” she said with a playful frown on her face. “Isn’t there some way I can convince you to come?”

I took a quick look around and saw that no one else was really paying attention. As she sidled up to me, I felt like a teenager, awkward and nervous.

“I, uh, really should be turning in early,” I stammered. “How about a rain check?”

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow night,” she whispered, leaning up to speak softly into my ear. “It’s now or never, Darling.”

Suddenly the group was moving out from the banquet room and we were swept up and out into the hall. Their company van was a full dress party bus, decorated like a stretch limo but built on a full size van chassis. As we stepped up inside, Jim and Brian and their wives sat in the back with the rest of us taking seats along either side. As the conversation chattered along, I noticed Chrissy kept giving me these warm looks that kept me at the melting point. When shifting her legs from one side to the other, she took her time and let a glimmer of light fall up the shapely gap between her legs just enough to let me know those weren’t pantyhose that she had on. From time to time she would look back to her husband when he said something, but then would turn back and give me this inviting look sweet smile. I was just about ready to change my mind when the van came to a halt.

“Here’s your hotel,” announced Brian.

“Have fun you guys,” I said as I climbed out. “Thanks for the ride.”

The last thing I saw before the door slid shut was Chrissy, her big dark eyes twinkling, her pert rosebud mouth open just enough to show her perfect white teeth, her pink tongue flicking out to lick her lips, her gold top and short black skirt clinging to her tight little body. Damn! I thought to myself as I pushed through the revolving doors of my hotel. Broads like that always know how to get to me. And the worst part is that they never really come through for me; they tease my imagination and get my pulse jumping, but never come across with the goods.

I went up to my room to change, but ended up turning on the TV and settling into the armchair to watch the basketball playoffs. Although I’m not a hard-core fan of the game, tonight somehow I found the game interesting enough to take my mind off the little brunet tease. The game was played closely and went down to the wire. When the game was over I started to get ready for bed, but didn’t really feel all that tired. I leaned on the bathroom sink and looked in the mirror. The guy staring back didn’t look all that tired either. I filled a glass with water and moved back out into the room and over to the window. The lights of the downtown skyline were twinkling through the raindrops. Maybe a nightcap would help me slip off to sleep. I thought about it for a second or two and decided what the hell, why not. A drink could certainly help me forget about Chrissy the Tease and slip off more easily into dreamland.

Going down to the bar late at night is not really like me. Derek perhaps, but not good old Jack, the square shooter. I chuckled to myself as the elevator doors opened. Just what was it that made me do something that otherwise would never have occurred to me? Was it something that I ate or drank that gives me the idea? Was it the time of night or the weather conditions that got me off my duff? Was it the haunting image of the beautiful little brunet that I couldn’t escape? Or was it just some sort of sixth sense that prompted me to get up and move? Maybe it was all of the above that spurred me to get cleaned up and slip down to the lounge on this cool wet night in Cleveland. Whatever, I was on my way and the thought of a tall glass of strong liquor was very much on my mind.

The lounge was one of those recently re-decorated hotel bars that were trying very hard to look like an old time men’s club. The paneling was dark and rich looking, the bar long and outfitted with burnished brass fixtures. Tasteful and politically correct prints of English hunts graced the walls. I stepped up to the bar and ordered bourbon on the rocks from the young bartender. As he poured I took a quick glance around. There were a few small groups at the bar and seated at tables here and there. None looked familiar. I picked up my bourbon and turned toward the back wall that was İstanbul Escort lined by some dimly lit semi-circular booths, the perfect place to just disappear in my melancholy.

As I slipped around to sit behind the table at one of them, a flash of gold caught my eye. Paying no attention, I settled in and took a long slow sip of the amber liquor. It warmed me up on the way down, helping to chase the cold damp night away. As I looked into the glass of bourbon, maybe for answers to the questions that had been following me around all night, a sweet fragrant ambrosial scent filled my senses. Old Granddad had never smelled like this before. I took a swig and looked up to see a vision step up to my table.

“Somehow, I knew I would find you here,” said the vision.

The lights from the bar backlit the short slim figure that stood before me, but there was no mistaking the supple curves, the long legged hip-jutting stance. I knew that I must have been dreaming now, the delirium of travel and rich food and strong drink.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to ask me to join you?” said Chrissy.

“What’s wrong with my manners?” I blurted out. “I’m sorry. Please have a seat.”

I gestured with my hand to the empty end of the booth and watched as she slipped her tight little ass in and scooted up beside me.

“I thought you all were heading over to Johnny Q’s,” I said full of this and so many other questions.

“We did, but it was too crowded and smoky,” she said, easing closer to me. “The guys were getting loud and drunk and Laura and I were ready to go. But when I got back to my hotel, I kept thinking about you over here all by yourself. I was going to call your room but chickened out.”

A waitress wandered up and asked if we needed another drink.

“What can I get you?” I asked Chrissy.

“Grand Marnier. Up please,” she replied to the waitress, who moved off to fill the order.

“Why?” I asked turning back to the delightful, provocative woman at my side.

“Why what?” she replied.

“A dozen whys. Why me? Why tonight? Why here and now?”

“That’s too philosophical for me,” she said with a laugh. “I don’t worry much about the whys and wherefores of life. I just try to make the best of what comes along.”

“Well, I try,” I said slowly before taking another long slow sip of bourbon. “But not very well. Certainly not like my partner, Derek.”

“And what is his deal anyway?” she asked. “He’s a sharp looking guy but just doesn’t know when to quit.”

“He believes he has the gift of gab and tries to ply it anywhere, anytime.”

“Well, I found it pretty irritating.”

“Maybe that’s why we’re such good business partners. He’s really out there and I’m in the background doing the thinking.”

“Don’t think too much, Jack,” she replied looking up at me with those great sparkling eyes of hers.

“Yeah, I know,” I said with another sigh. “It’s just that I wonder about all kinds of stuff. Business, politics, social issues, and why pretty ladies such as yourself never seem to go for nice guys like me.”

“Well, maybe this is your lucky day,” she said, taking a sip of the liquor the waitress had just slipped in front of her. “You see, I just so happen to specialize in nice guys. I’m what some people might call a ‘bad girl’. And I have this weakness for nice guys.”

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s a long story. I found out pretty early that men liked the way I looked. I was an early bloomer, if you know what I mean. Most of the time, they’d come knocking. And I discovered that there wasn’t a man I couldn’t have if I tried hard enough: the good looking ones, the big time jocks, the smart ones, the geeks, you name it, I had them all, and most times it wasn’t all that hard. I found out that the hardest to get were the nice guys, but I also found out along the way that most men are jerks. They might tell you all sorts of things, how much they love you, how they want to spend the rest of their lives with you, but once they’ve had you, they couldn’t care less.”

“I have a lot of friends like that,” I said. “They’d meet a great looking girl and get in real tight. Then, all of a sudden toss her away. Never could understand why they’d treat a nice girl like shit. But then if I tried to pick up the pieces, I’d get this ‘you’re such a nice guy, Jack, but’ line and the next thing I know, the chick is back chasing him. After a while, I just figured it’s not for me. The old nice girl-bad boy thing, like they would prove their worth by doing the impossible by making a bad boy go good.”

“That’s where I come in for you, Jack,” she said, easing up so close now that I could feel the warmth of her hip against mine. “Remember, I’m not a good girl. I’m bad.”

“Beg your pardon?” I said, feeling unsure of just what she was getting at.

“I’m a bad girl, Jack,” she said.

“You look pretty sweet to me,” I remarked.

“Any girl can look sweet and appealing if she tries hard enough,” she said, looking back toward the bar. “Doesn’t matter what she starts with. Look at that woman there with the three guys by the end of the bar. On the large side, full-figured, but look at the way she’s done her hair, the cut of her clothes, the way she crosses her legs. She’s taken what she’s got and made the most of it, and the two guys right next to her each think they’ve got the inside track.”

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“Get over here, and go to the bedroom. Once you’re there, take off all your clothes, put on the blindfold, and wait for me”

I hit send on the text, and my heart skipped a beat. If she liked dominant guys, then damn it I was going to be dominant.

I went back to work in my office and soon I heard the front door open and close. I heard Shauna slip off her shoes, and quietly move to the bedroom in back. I gave her a few minutes, and then quietly slipped back there myself. I sidled up to the door and listened to try and listen if she was following my instructions. I took the silence as a good sign that she had.

I walked in the door to the stunning image of Shauna laying back on my bed, completely bare. A blindfold covered her eyes, and her breasts rose with every deep breath she took. Her legs were spread slightly and hanging off the edge of my bed.

“I’m glad you did as I asked”, I said as I walked along the side of the bed, dragging the tips of my fingers from her knee up across her leg, past her stomach, and gently gliding across her nipples.

“It shows that you’re a good girl, and good girls get rewarded…” I continued, as my fingers continued up her neckline to her mouth, where I ran them gently over her lips. I push two fingers against her lips and she eagerly takes them in, running her tongue along them and biting gently.

I pull them from her mouth and tell her to sit up. She obeys as I sit behind her and rub her back and shoulders. “In a little bit, you are going to put your hands out in front of you. You will not say a word. You are only allowed to reply either ‘Yes, sir’, or ‘No, sir’. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir”, Shauna replies.

“Good girl. Put your hands in front of you, wrists together.” I command.

She obeys, and I pull a length of silk rope from my nightstand drawer. I drape the silk around her wrists, wrap it around, and tighten, before asking her if it is too tight.

“No, sir”, Shauna breaths.

I pull the silk rope up and over her head, pulling her hands up above. Her nipples become noticeably harder as I pull the rope back down to her upper back, and wrap it around her torso, just under her breasts. I bring the silk back up between them, and over one shoulder, back around her back and between her breasts, and finally over the other shoulder, before leaving it behind her back at the base of her ass.

“Now lie back again,” I tell her.

She follows the order, and I lift her legs to bring the rope underneath her completely. I pull it gently against her pussy and notice İstanbul Escort she’s completely soaked. I leave the rope rubbing against her as I pull it up and through to where the silk splits her breasts, and tie it, fully binding her with her hands forced above her head.

“Is that too tight?”

“No, sir”

I pull on the silk running over her stomach, and it digs into her pussy, causing her to gasp. It’s not much stimulation, but it must be just enough.

“Good. Now stay here, and don’t move. I will be right back”.

I walk to the kitchen and peel off my own clothes. I reach my office and grab a cock ring I had drunkenly ordered on Amazon a few weeks before. I make my way back to the bedroom and I hear Shauna breathing a bit heavier. I walk in quietly and see her gently flexing and stretching, causing the silk rope to dig inside her pussy.

“Trying to get yourself off I see? And here I thought that was my job.” – Shauna jumped a bit as I spoke.

“I… I’m sorry sir, I was only… I was…” Shauna tried to find the words.

“I also thought that you were only allowed to say ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘No, sir’,” I stated. Her silence told me that she was still very much intrigued.

“Are you going to obey from now on?” I asked her.

“Yes…” she replied.

“Yes…?”

“Yes, sir”

“Good girl. Now scoot up on the bed and roll over.” I command her.

She shimmy’s her way up the bed until her feet are on the end and then rolls over. It’s kind of goofy to watch since her hands are tied above her head, but hey, I’m not about to laugh and ruin the mood!

“Now, remember when we first started, I said that good girls are rewarded?” I asked, running my fingers along the back of her calves and up her thigh.

“…yes, sir,” she says, twitching slightly from my touch.

“The other half of that statement is that bad girls need to be punished,” I say, and immediately pull my hand back and slap her ass, firmly but not roughly. Shauna jumps and squeaks, but says nothing more.

“Are you going to follow directions now?” I ask as I slap her ass one more time.

“Yes, sir!” she says immediately.

“Good girl, then.” I say as I gently run my fingers along her ass cheeks. “Because we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, and I wouldn’t want you to get ahead of yourself now”. I grab the rope and gently pull up between her legs, causing it to rub against her clit. She gasps and raises her hips as I continue lifting while climbing over her to straddle her, my dick lying perfectly between Kadıköy Escort her ass cheeks.

I let go of the rope and move my hands to her shoulders, and begin massaging them. Her hips settle back into the bed as I let my hands play over her back, running from her sides to the base of her back and up the center again. I start pressing a bit harder, leaning forward to get my hands deeper into her muscles, causing my dick to slowly rub up her ass a bit. I continue leaning and see her hands grip the rope above her head.

I begin to let my hands wander lower and lower over her body until I’m massaging just her lower back, right above her ass. I notice her start to grind her hips against the bed as my hands get lower, until they’re finally massaging her ass cheeks. I slowly climb off her.

“Spread your legs a bit, Shauna.” I tell her, and she obeys without a word, wiggling side to side to spread her legs further.

I grab the cock ring I went to find earlier. I was finally going to put it to use, but first I wanted to get up close and personal. I switched it on and noticed Shauna perk up a bit as she heard the buzzing of the attached vibrator.

“Now that I have you warmed up, there’s something I’ve wanted to try for a long time,” I say as I lay between her legs, my nose inches away from the rope covering her pussy. I gently lift it out of the way, and run my tongue along her, starting at her clit and slowly working my way up, enjoying her wiggling back against me.

I bring the vibrating nub on the cock ring up and gently press it against her clit. She goes wild, grinding her hips down into the bed and moaning as the vibrations work their way through her body.

“Oh, you like that, do you?”

“Nnng-y… yes… s-sir” she is able to stammer out.

“Well then, you’re going to love this.” I say, and lower my head back down, sliding my tongue back inside her. I push my tongue as deep inside as I can and wiggle it back and forth as she starts moaning louder. I push the vibrator against her harder

“Oh, f-fuck!” Shauna says, finally breaking character.

Her legs start to squeeze my head between them as she gets closer to cumming. I pull my tongue out of her, and gently lick up and down her pussy, and pull the vibrator away from her a bit, but still close enough for me to “accidentally” push against her occasionally.

“Nooooo, please keep going!” she says, short of breath. I click the vibrator off and pull away from her.

“No. Besides, I have a feeling you’re going to like this part even Ataşehir Escort better. Roll over, and put your feet up on the bed” I tell her as I start to help her roll over.

She does so, and her ass is perfectly lined up with the edge of the bed. I slip the ring onto my cock but wait to turn the vibration on. I line myself up, holding her knees and pushing my dick against the entrance to her glistening wet pussy.

“Alright, on the count of three…” I say as she attempts to wiggle closer to me.

“One…” I say, and push the head of my penis inside her, causing her to gasp, I pause for a moment.

“Two…” I flex my muscles, causing my dick to throb, eliciting another sharp gasp, and tiny sigh.

Without saying three, I push my full length into her, and a moan escapes her mouth. The nub on the cock-ring is against her clit again, and turn the ring to its lowest setting. I feel her pussy contract around my dick as her breath catches and her mouth opens as waves of pleasure shoot through her body from her clit and pussy, up her back and down her legs. Her toes curl as I grind against her, pushing the vibrator against her and my dick throbs as her pussy continues to squeeze me.

“f-f-fuck!” She stammers out.

I slowly pull back and see her relax a bit as she catches her breath. However, I quickly click the vibrator up to the higher setting and immediately push back into her again, and this time she can’t help but moan loudly as I begin to slide in and out of her, pausing only when I push in to grind against her clit.

I keep fucking her slowly, feeling her squeeze and contract as her pussy tries to pull me in deeper. I can feel myself getting closer to cumming, so I push into her and lean close to whisper in her ear. The movement causes the vibrator to rub against her more than ever, and she bites my earlobe as I whisper to her.

“Cum with me”.

I slide my arms under her back and start to grind against her again, flexing to throb inside her and pushing the cock ring against her clit.

“Cum with me, I’m so close”

I pull my dick out slightly and give one final push into her, and it puts her over the edge

“OH my god! Oh my god!” She says as her body writhes under me, lost in her orgasm.

Feeling her pussy pull me in even more forces me to cum at the same time, and I explode into her, throbbing as she squeezes every last drop of cum from my dick.

We stay like that for what seems like hours but really lasted probably minutes. I finally pull out and flop down on the bed next to her as my cum leaks out of her pussy onto my bed. I undo the rope at her hands and the entire rope comes loose from her body. She pulls off the blindfold and looks up at me as I pull her close. I can’t help but smile as I tell her…

“Next time, I’ll show you me going all out!”

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“Vance,” the P.A. system crackled, “Delivery service to the front.”

Vance was relaxing in the break room, his Vans up on the table, his fingers laced behind his neck. He took his feet down and stood up, checking his pockets for wallet and keys. He’d been about to return to the front anyway, to bag groceries. A smile crept across his handsome features. A delivery order was always a very good thing.

Most people didn’t know it, but the market, and many supermarkets, would put together an order taken by phone and deliver it to a home, for a nominal charge. It was the way many shut-ins and elderly people did their shopping. Vance was the king of home delivery, but for some reason his customers were all women. Women between the ages of thirty and fifty-five, mostly.

Vance ambled to the front and Mr. Willis, the store manager, handed him the list. Vance took a moment to check Mr. Willis out, seeing something different about him. His hair seemed better, but then it had just been kind of greasy and flat before. He also had better skin, and he was friendlier. Vance took off to start gathering the items on the list, and thought that Mr. Willis had probably found a honey. Nothing makes a man clean up like a new piece of ass.

Thinking of which, Vance noticed that new girl, Erin. She was downright hot. She was Vance’s height and had a fine body, solid but thin and curvy. He liked the way she looked, and wondered how long it’d be before she joined the Vance’s Angels club.

“Vance!” Mr. Willis shouted, sounding pissed. “Get to work!” Jeez, Vance thought, what was his problem? He knew Vance liked to look at the ladies. Oh well.

He moved efficiently through the store, assembling the small order. He thought about stopping at the deli counter to tease that little cutie, Aimee. She was a certified rug-muncher sure, but he could usually get a rise out of her. He changed his mind when he saw her crouching behind the counter. It looked like she was busy checking out a hot little blonde reading magazines, and lesbo or not, Vance respected the privacy of a good checking-out.

After he’d gathered everything on the list, Vance pushed the cart to Monique’s lane for check out. Vance liked Monique. The young woman was friendly, cute as a button, and had a skinny little body with big tits and an ass he imagined falling back into with his arms outstretched. Her husband was a Navy Seal and he kept her pretty happy, but he didn’t like to go down on her, and Vance had sampled that trim and it was good.

He chatted Monique up for a bit while he bagged the groceries, and then brought them out to his truck to drive over to the Tomkins home. Vance was glad to be going to the Tomkins house. Judy Tomkins was forty-two, brunette, and had a smoking hot body. Her husband had died a few years before, and Judy was the type of woman who had a hard time meeting men. She dated, she had said, mostly men from her church, but she hadn’t met one that she had become serious enough about to take into her bed.

Vance was nineteen, five-ten, and weighed one-ninety. He had long, dark blond hair that Şişli escort bayan was wild and wavy, and big, expressive soft blue eyes. His face was thin and handsome, reminding many of a very young Matthew McConaughey, and his lean, hard surfer’s body elicited sighs of desire from many customers.

Six months earlier, Vance had delivered groceries to her home and had caught her fresh from the shower. It had been easy going seducing the hot, naked woman, and he’d done her on her kitchen floor. Since then, he’d been over about a half dozen times, and had her routine down.

Vance pulled into the driveway of the large house and drove right up to the garage doors, in the back yard. Grabbing the heaviest of the bags, he went to the kitchen door and found it open a bit. He went inside and set the bag on the kitchen table, then ran back and forth, bringing bags in from his truck. He paused to put away the milk and a couple of other things that needed refrigeration, and then walked through the house and up the stairs, pulling off his shirt as he went.

He walked into Judy’s bedroom, kicking off his Vans. Judy was in her bed, her dark brown hair held with a hair band across her crown. She was pink, freshly scrubbed, and she had the covers tucked under her arms, modestly hiding her body. She smiled and Vance dropped his board shorts and bent to pull his boxers down and off.

He approached the bed and took hold of the covers, pulling them back and uncovering Judy’s body. She had soft, slender shoulders, a gorgeous rack (C-cups) with large, prominent nipples and red areolae, and a tight, firm belly. Judy had a neatly kept tangle of black curls over her red lipped pussy, and he knew she would blush deeply and try to cover herself if she thought he was looking there. Her legs were fantastic, reminding Vance of a Barbie doll’s legs. She had gasped when he exposed her body, but she melted in his arms when he put them around her, and willingly returned his kiss.

Vance grabbed her big, firm ass in his hand and squeezed. Of all of his deliveries, he loved Judy’s ass the best. He massaged her cheek in his hand, and before long her hips were pressing to him wantonly. He kissed her neck as she breathed hard, and his hand moved from her ass to roughly grab her tit, making her gasp.

He took her nipple between his teeth and flickered his tongue against it even while he set his lips to her breast and sucked her tightly to his mouth. Judy grabbed his head and hugged him, whining with lustful pleasure. He could smell her, he knew without touching her that she was wet and ready, ripe for fucking.

Vance released Judy and rolled from the bed and stood a few steps away. Judy moaned her disappointment, and Vance grinned. “You know what you’ve got to do first,” he said.

“Do I have to?” Judy said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll do it next time, I promise!”

“Now,” Vance said, and Judy sighed and went to him, getting to her knees in front of him and putting her lips around the end of his impressive rod. Vance held the back of her head and fucked her Escort Sultangazi mouth with slow, shallow strokes, watching her face grow redder and hearing her breath exploding from her nose.

When he pulled free and slapped his hardness across her cheek, Judy whined, “Please, Vance, it’s so demeaning and it’s wrong. I don’t like it.” But she took it into her mouth when he pressed against her lips again and continued to fuck her mouth softly. She felt good, but she didn’t really do much. Vance just liked the fact that she disliked it and felt dirty by doing it, so he dragged it out as long as he could.

Actually, he wasn’t all that sure that she really disliked it that much, giving head. He knew she felt it demeaning, and he had an idea that she was ashamed of doing it. Maybe her Mom had told her not to, or somebody at her church or something. Vance didn’t really care about that, since the fun of being with Judy was tearing through her inhibitions and giving her a rocking good time.

Finally he pulled free and went to the bed and after he lay down, Judy rose from her knees and walked self-consciously to him. He could tell she wanted very much to crawl under the covers, but being naked, exposed to him in the presence of his nakedness was dirty to Judy, nasty and therefore sexy. He knew she’d say a lot of penance for today, however that worked.

She laid on her back next to him, and he pressed his palm to her pussy. “Open your legs wide,” he said, and she did. “Wider,” he coaxed, and she stretched them further, blushing more deeply. He rubbed her wet pussy, listening to her stifled moans and cries, feeling her grow wetter and wetter as he rubbed. He teased the entrance of her pussy with a finger and she pressed against him, trying to capture it. “You are a little slut, aren’t you?”

“No!” Judy cried, her eyes tightly shut. Vance knew that there was absolutely nothing wrong or even strange about Judy, but she thought she was acting like a wanton whore, so he played to her perception.

“Yeah you are,” Vance said, letting his finger dip slightly into her and rimming, her sharp yelp of pleasure making him smile. “You’re a little slut! You’re a fucking,” he paused after emphasizing that word, “little slut!”

“No I’m not!” Judy cried, and Vance slid two fingers into her, feeling her cunt explode around his fingers as her body shook and Judy cried out loudly. She thrashed hard as she came, and Vance thought that the only thing that felt better than a coming pussy on his fingers was a coming pussy on his cock. Judy thrashed and moaned and Vance felt her cunt grab his fingers in a last, powerful contraction before she collapsed and was still, breathing hard.

“I’m not a slut,” Judy whispered, and Vance saw she was looking at his cock. He grabbed it and stroked it slowly, watching her eyes fill with wonder and lust.

“Do you want this?” Vance asked, and he watched Judy carefully. “Do you want me to give you this?” She nodded almost imperceptibly, and he asked, “Do you want me to stick my cock,” he emphasized the word, “into your little Taksim escort cunt?” emphasizing the last word. She had winced at the use of both words, but still came the slight, tired nod. “Then tell me what you want.”

“I want you to make love to me,” Judy said, and when she saw his unimpressed expression she said, “I want for you to take me, like a woman.” Again, Vance didn’t react, and Judy began to tremble. “Please, will you…fuck…me?” she asked timidly. Vance smiled, but didn’t move, other than to continue stroking himself slowly.

Judy let loose a loud groan of frustration and begged, “I’m a…s-slut…a little slut, and I want-no, I need your…cock in my (god help me)…wet cunt.”

“That’s a good girl,” Vance said, rolling over and taking Judy into his arms. He kissed her, and again she melted in his arms. She’d be a hell of a wife or girlfriend, Vance thought, for somebody. And then effortlessly, softly, Vance slid his cock into Judy, and she moaned into his mouth, her cunt starting almost immediately to contract on him as he slowly filled her completely.

Vance was a connoisseur of pussy, and he loved the feel of Judy’s. Her whole body was soft and warm, inviting hugs and tender caresses, but her pussy could be harsh, strong and passionate, even when she was herself soft and pliable. As she milked him, probably coming softly the whole time, the sensations she created quickly became hard to bear.

He kissed her lips softly and whispered, “Do you want me to make love to you, Judy? Or do you want to be fucked?” Judy kissed him deeply, passionately, and whispered her response.

“Fuck me.”

“I couldn’t hear you,” Vance moaned, her cunt clasping hard on him, “Say it louder.”

“Fuck me!” Judy screamed, and her cunt exploded again, crushing against his cock with power, with force, contracting hard for several seconds before releasing briefly and then contracting hard again.

Vance threw her body down and rolled on top of her, slamming his cock into the vise of her pussy as forcefully as possible, feeling like he was fucking a young virgin. Judy’s screams were loud and crazed as Vance pounded roughly into her, losing his breath. He was close himself, and he thought, christ she’s a great fuck!

Judy raised her hips high and grabbed Vance’s ass hard with both hands, digging her nails in painfully, and she shouted, “Fuck my cunt you son of a bitch! Shoot your jizz deep in my slutty twat you fuckingsonofabitchmotherfucker!” Vance shouted his release, creaming her insides, his balls feeling like a trap had closed on them. They shook together in shared orgasm for several long moments, and then collapsed together, their hot, sweaty bodies sticking to one another.

They lay panting for a while, and then Judy kissed Vance hard, finishing with an animal bite to his lip, before collapsing completely, closing her eyes. Vance got up and slowly dressed, watching one of Judy’s hands run her nails softly up and down her belly while the fingers of her other hand curled in her hair and pulled loose, over and over.

Vance left her without a word, his work finished, and he tromped down the stairs. He grabbed a soda out of her refrigerator and finished it before he had his seatbelt buckled. Sometimes he had two or even three deliveries on any given day, and he found himself hoping there wouldn’t be any more today.

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