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Ayşe İle otobüste

İstanbulda bir reklamcılık şirketinde çalışıyorum. Patronum Ali Bey ile ofiste yalnızız.Gelen gidenimiz çok olur işimiz nedeniyle. Yine yoğun günlerimizden birinde çalıştığımız kargonun pazarlama sorumlusu Ayşe geldi ofise. Zaten sık sık gelirdi iş icabı. Ayşe 1.75 boyunda , kumral, kalın bacakları olan bir kız. 25 yaşında ve bekar. Hepsinden daha önemlisi, .

öyle yuvarlak hatları olan bir kalçası var ki… Ne giyse yakışıyor… Bu gelip gitmeler devam ederken onu deli gibi arzulamaya başladım.. Ucu kalkık göğüsleri, Latin Amerikalılara benzeyen kalçaları… Onunla sevişmek ne kelime, bir kere vücutlarımız birbirine değse diye hayal kuruyordum. Sıradan bir çalışma gününün ardından eve dönüyorum. Otobüs geldi. yaklaşık elli kişilik bir kalabalık da otobüsün kapısına yığıldı. Ben ise Ayşeyi hayal etmenin verdiği azgınlıkla önümdeki güzel kıza değdiriyorum. Ben

onla meşgulken bir sesle irkildim “Rıza Bey”… Onun sesiydi. Aptal olmuştum. Onun ne işi vardı burda..? Neyse ite kaka bindik

otobüse.. Teyzesine gidiyormuş.. Deli gibi onu arzulamama rağmen, otobüste ona kazayla olmuş gibi dokunmak bile imkansız gibi geliyordu. Sert de

bir kızdı.. Zaten yapı olarak tanıdığım bir insana bunu yapamazdım. Neyse iki durak sonra otobüs ağzına kadar dolmuştu. Orta kapıya yakındık biz. Benim önümde küçük bir boşluk vardı. Ah bir oraya girseydi… Yolcular ön kapıdan binemeyince kaptan orta kapıyı açtı.

Açmasıyla insanların doluşması bir oldu. Bir baktım bu karambol içersinde bir çocuk Ayşenin tam arkasına geçmiş.. Ayşe bir süre sonra arkasına bakmaya başladı.. Belli ki rahatsız olmuştu. Arkasındaki baskıdan rahatsız olan Ayşe önümdeki boşluğa geçti sürtünerek. İnanın hemen kalktı benimki.

Dim dik olmuştu. ayşenin ince pantolonunun sardığı muhteşem kalçasına , .

benimki deyiyordu. Boylarımız orantılı olduğundan tam ortasına dokunuyordu.. Artık iyice yakınlaşmıştık. Sırtını göğüslerimde hissediyordum bacaklarımız da deyiyordu birbirine.. Ben ise korkunç bir zevk alıyor bir yandan da korkuyordum. Konuşmaya da devam ediyorduk bir yandan. Tam önümüzdeki kadın yaşlı bir amcaya yer verince artık tamamen bütünleşmiştik. Kaçışı yoktu.. Kalçaları kasığımı kapsamış,

benimki kalçasının tam ortasında kalmıştı. Otobüs hareket ettikçe sürtünmemiz de artıyordu. Fark etmemesine imkan yoktu. Hissedilmeyecek gibi değildi kumaş pantolonumdan fırlayacakmış gibi duran koca oğlan. Bir ara rahatsız olur gibi oldu. Ya da ben öyle sandım. İstemsiz olarak pardon dedim. Çok ciddi bir şekilde “niye” dedi. Başımdan kaynar sular boşaldı… .

“Ya sıkıştık biraz” diyebildim belli belirsiz. Hafif gülümsedi… Bu beni

bitirmişti.. “Biraz mı?” dedi. Öyle rahatlamıştım ki.. Artık kızmayacağını da biliyordum. İstemeyerek oluyordu çünkü. Fırsattan istifade tam deliğinin ortasındaydım. Pantolonlar olmasa giriverecek gibiydi. Boynuna da çenem deyiyordu. Hoşlandığını düşünmeye başladım. Boynuna dokunmaya hafif hafif nefes vermeye başladım. O da beklemediğim

şekilde kendini arkaya veriyor , kalçasını sağa sola oynatıyordu hafif hafif. Benimki onun rüya kalçasında dolaşıyordu. Artık dayanılacak gibi değildi.

Resmen tahrik etmeye başladı. Hafif öne eğilmeler , kalçasını ritmik bir şekilde oynatmalar… Boşalmak üzereydim artık.. Bu temaslar içinde tam boşalacakken bişey sordu. Konuşamazsın ya boşalırken öyle baka kaldım.. Bana duymadın mı derken boşaldım. Ve o da çok yakından hissetti

bunu.. O iki durak sonra indi. İnerken de şunu fısıldadı “bana borçlandın”..

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Elinde bir paket prezervatifle krem vardı. Onları sehpaya koydu. Niyeti belliydi. Kurtuluşum yoktu. Ben işi ağırdan alarak soyunmağa başladım. O beni izliyor, eliyle de boxerin dışından yarağını okşuyordu. Çırılçıplak kalmıştım. “Vücudun nefismiş, söylemedin” dedi. Önce tül atleti giydim. Sonra tangayı geçirdim. Ferhat beni kendine çekti. Öpüp yalamağa başladı. Bir yandan da kalçalarımı okşuyordu. Yarağı sertleşmiş ucu boxerden sarkmıştı. Onun boxerini indirdim. Ayağa kalktı çıkardı. Nefis siki ortaya çıkmıştı. İnceydi. Ama uzun ve güzeldi. Dümdüzdü. Kafası iriydi. Taşakları da büyüktü. Uzun siyah tüyleri taşaklarını kapatamıyordu. Çöktüm yalamaya başladım. Mis gibi tadı ağzıma yayılmaya başladı. Elimden tutup kaldırdı, sırtım ona dönük kucağına aldı. Her yanımı okşuyor, boynumu yalıyordu. Kalçamda taş gibi olmuş yarağını duyuyordum. Sonra elini tangadan içeri soktu. Altımı okşayarak deliğimi buldu. Parmağının ucunu delikte gezdirmeye başladı. Deliye dönmüştüm. İkimiz de soluk soluğa kalmıştık. Sonra parmağını çekti, deliğe yarağının başını dayadı. Altımı onun yarağına sürtmeye başladım. Ferhat tangayı üstümden çıkarıp attı. Sehpadan bir prezervatif aldı. Hızla poşetini yırttı. Yarağına geçirmeye başladı. Ona yardımcı oldum. Prezervatifi takarken yarağını okşuyordum. Sonra kremi aldı. Yarağının ucuna biraz sürdü. Biraz da parmağına sıktı ve deliğimi kremledi. Sonra beni sırtım ona dönük kendine çekti. Oturturken yarağının ucunu deliğime dayadı. Kocaman elleriyle belimi kavradı. Yarağıyla deliğime bastırıyordu. Kafasının girdiğini hissettim. Acımıştı. Hafif bir çığlık attım. Kurtulmağa çalıştım ama olmadı. Belimden sıkı tutuyordu. Kısa bir süre bekledi. Sonra beni yarağının üstüne çekti ve tam oturttu. Yine inledim. Artık hepsi girmişti. Sağa sola oynatarak tam yerleştirdi. Yerleştikten sonra beni zıplatmaya başladı. Ben inliyordum. Ferhat deli gibi soluyor ve hırsla beni zıplatıyordu. Giderek hızlandı. Hızlandıkça solumaları da hızlandı. Birden belimden yakaladı ve kendine iyice bastırdı. inleyerek birkaç kez kökledi. İçimde boşalmıştı. Kalkmak istedim. Bırakmadı. Yarağı hala deliğimdeydi. Ensemi kulaklarımı öpüyor, bacaklarımı okşuyordu. “Yavaşça ayağa kalkalım” dedi. Yarağı deliğimde, ikimiz de ayağa kalktık. “Domal şimdi” dedi. Ellerimi sehpaya dayadım ve domaldım. O yine belimi tutarak içimde gidip gelmeye başladı. Her defasında uzun yarağını iyice dışarı çekiyor ve sonra köklüyordu. Yarağına alıştığımdan artık acı duymuyor, yalnızca zevk alıyordum. Ben inledikçe daha hırslı gidip geliyordu. Sonra durdu, yarağını çıkardı. Geri döndüm, prezervatifi çıkarıyordu. “Hadi ağzına al” dedi. Ağzıma aldım. Ferhat ağzımda gidip gelmeye başladı. Başımı yakalamış, ağzımı sikiyordu. Giderek solumaları arttı. Birden ağzımda patladığını hissettim. Ağzım onun dölüyle dolmuş, yutamadığımdan ağzımdan dışarı akmaya başlamıştı. Yarağını geri çekti ve yüzüme sürmeye başladı. Tüm yüzüm onun spermleriyle kaplandı. Nefis bir duyguydu. Yarağı inmeye başlayınca kalktım ve temizlenmek için banyoya gittim.Temizlendikten sonra yüzümü yıkadım. Jöleli saçlarımı şekillendirirken sokak kapısının çaldığını ve açıldığını duydum. Kalın bir ses ?Biri mi var içeride? dedi. Ferhat?ın ?Evet? dediğini duydum. Aynı ses ?Karı mı? dedi. Ferhat ?Yok lan, netten pasif düşürdüm. Parlak bişey.? dedi. Yabancı ses ?Veriyo mu? diye sordu. Ferhat ?Acayip siktim. Götü nefis.? dedi. Konuşmalar biraz kafamı bozdu. Biraz da korku geldi bana. Ama Ferhat?ın beni beğenmiş olması çok hoşuma gitmişti. Bir süre bekledim. Giysilerim içerideydi. Yapacak birşey yoktu. Az sonra Ferhat geldi. ?Arkadaşlar geldi. İyi çocuklar. Çekinmene gerek yok? dedi. Giysilerimi getirmesini istedim. ?Gerek yok, böyle gel? dedi ve gitti. Banyodaki yüz havlusunu alıp belime sardım ve salona geçtim.Salonda Ferhat?ın az önce beni becerdiği kanapenin iki tarafında iki tek koltuk vardı. Bunlarda iki genç oturuyordu. İçeri girince Ferhat önce beni tanıtarak ?Bu Eray? dedi. Sonra soldaki genci göstererek ?Bu Ersan?, sağdakini göstererek ?Bu Bektaş? dedi. ?Ersan ev arkadaşım. Birlikte kalıyoruz. Bektaş da dayısının oğlu. Yeni geldi.? dedi. Ersan orta boylu, geniş omuzlu iri yapılı biriydi. Saçları kıvırcık ve kirli sarıydı. 27- 28 yaşlarında duruyordu. Bektaş, uzun boylu, zayıf ve kumraldı. Çok genç duruyordu. 18-20 gibiydi. Ersan bana yiyecek gibi bakıyordu. Bektaş ise bakmamaya çalışıyor, bakışlarımız karşılaşınca, gözlerini çeviriyordu. Kanapeye, Ferhat?ın sağına oturdum. Birkaç havadan sudan konuşma oldu. Sonra sessizlik çöktü. Ferhat yerinden kalktı ve VCD?ye bir film koydu. Normal seks filmiydi. ?Gay pornosu yok mu? dedim. ?Hayır yok? dedi. Hep birlikte filmi izlemeye başladık. Ferhat beni kendine çekip, kolunu boynuma attı. Arada eliyle göğsümü okşuyordu. Ersan hem filme hem bize bakıyor, arada pantolonun önünü okşuyordu. Bektaş, filmi izliyor ve bize bakmamağa çalışıyordu. Belli etmemeye çalışsa da pantolonun önü şişmişti. Bektaş çok hoşuma gitmişti, ayrıca ilgisiz görünmesi de beni iyice azdırmıştı. Gözüm hep Bektaş?taydı. Bakışlarımız karşılaşınca gözlerini çevirdiğinden, ona baktığımı belli etmemeye çalışıyordum. Onu azdırmak için, ondan yana bacağımı kaldırdım ve sağ ayağımı kanapeye koydum. Belime sardığım havlu Bektaş?ın olduğu taraftan sıyrılmıştı. Bana bakınca parlak götümü görmemesi olanaksızdı. Göz ucuyla onu izliyordum. Sonunda bana baktı. Bu sefer beni uzun süre izledi. Ona baktım, bakışlarında şehvet vardı. Ancak gözlerini yine kaçırdı. Bektaş?la uğraşırken, Ersan?ı ihmal ettiğim aklıma geldi. Ona baktım. O film izlemeyi bir yana bırakmış, beni izliyor ve pantolonunun üzerinden yarağını sıvazlıyordu. Bakışlarımız karşılaştı. Gülümsedim. Ersan kalkıp yanıma geldi ve sağıma oturdu. Bacağımı okşamaya ve beni öpmeye başladı. Elini bacaklarımın arasına götürdü. Öne doğru kaydım. Altımı avuçlamaya başladı. Deliye dönmüştüm. Elimi yarağına götürdüm. Zaten taş gibi olmuştu. Ersan deliğimi parmaklamaya başladı. Boynundan tutup kendime çektim ve dilimi dudaklarına götürdüm. Ersan iyice azmıştı. Ayağa kalktı. Beni kucakladı ve yatak odasına götürdü. Beni yatağa bıraktı. Yatağın kenarına oturdum ve onu kendime çekerek pantolonunun düğmelerini açtım. O pantolonunu ve donunu dizlerine indirdi. Dikelmiş yarağı karşımdaydı. Kısa ama çok kalındı. Ucu daha inceydi. Köküne kadar giderek kalınlaşıyordu. Ersan?ın teni de çok güzeldi. Gergin ve tüysüzdü. Sarışın olmasına karşın koyu renkti, güneşte bronzlaşmış gibiydi. Taşakları da nefisti. Yumurtaları büyük, taşaklar tüysüzdü. İki elimi dolduran taşaklarını tuttum ve ağzımı yarağına götürdüm. Ersan başımdam çekti. ?Hadi yala sikimi bebek? dedi. Yarağını yalamaya başladım. Dilimi yarağının üzerinde gezdiriyor ve kafasının çevresinde döndürüyordum. Zaten sertleşmişti. Yaladıkça daha çok geriliyordu. Arada kaymak gibi taşaklarını da yalıyor, yumurtalarını ağzıma alıyordum. Ersan azmıştı. Beni yatağa itti. Eğildi ve bileklerimden tutup bacaklarımı kaldırdı ve geriye itti. Yatağın yanında çöktü. İki eliyle kalçamı tutup yukarı kaldırdı. Yüzünü götüme dayadı ve yalamaya başladı. Yüzünü sürerek bacak aramı boydan boya yalıyordu. Deliye dönmüştüm. Azdığımı görünce, o da giderek azdı. Sonra dilinin ucuyla deliğimi yalamaya başladı. Korkunç zevk alıyordum. Nette çok görmüştüm. Bu zevki ilk kez yaşıyor, kalçamı oynatarak Ersan?ı azdırıyordum. Ersan?da yatağa geldi. Bacaklarımı kaldırıp, geriye itti ve omuzlarıma dayadı. Kalçam havaya kalkmıştı. Parmaklarını tükürükledi ve deliğime sürmeye başladı. ?Nefis götün var? dedi. Sonra yarağını tükürükledi ve deliğime dayadı. Bastırmağa başladı. Ucu girmişti. Kendimi bıraktım. Ersan önce yavaşça sokmağa başladı. Sonra dibine kadar gömdü. Yüksek sesle inledim. Üzerime abandı ve beni öpmeğe başladı. Boynunu tutup kendime çektim. Beni öperken ağır ağır pompalıyordu. Sonra doğruldu ve pompalamayı hızlandırdı. Her defasında yarağını çekiyor ve yeniden köklüyordu. Delirmiştim. ?Yeter? dedim. O daha da hızlandı. Solumaları artmıştı. İnledi ve kökledi. Biraz öyle kaldı. Sonra titreyerek birkaç kez daha gidip geldi. İçimde boşalmıştı. Yavaşça yarağını çekti. Yataktan kalkıp içeri gitti. Bir süre öyle kaldım. Sonra ben de banyoya gittim. Banyodayken Ferhat geldi. ?Nasıldı?? diye sordu. ?İyi? dedim. Kalçamı okşadı. ?Bak biz Ersan?la çıkıcaz. Bektaş acemi, çekinir. Ona iyi muamele çek? dedi ve gitti. Az sonra sokak kapısının kapandığını duydum ve salona geçtim. Çıplaktım. Bektaş bana baktı ve yine gözünü kaçırdı. Onu azdırmak için arkamı döndüm ve eğilerek yerde duran kırmızı tangayı alıp giydim. Sonra Bektaş?a yürüdüm. Kucağına oturdum. Dudaklarından öptüm. Bektaş hala hareketsizdi. Kalçamı kucağında oynatmaya başladım. Pantolonunun içinde yarağının hareketlendiğini hissediyordum. Neden sonra hafifçe kalçamı okşamaya başladı. Hoşlandığımı belli etmek için seksi hareketler yapmağa başladım. Popomu da iyice kıvırıyor ve önüne daha çok baskı yapıyordum. Göğsümü elledi ve okşamaya başladı. ?Ohh? dedim. Göğüslerimi yalamaya başladı. Artık hareketi O ele almıştı. Beni kucağında kendi oynatmaya başlamıştı. Elleriyle vucudunun iki yanında kıvrık duran bacaklarımı okşuyordu. Bir elini tuttum ve arkadan tanganın içine soktum. Kalçamı okşamaya başladı. Hafifçe kalktım. ?Hadi deliğimi ellesene? dedim. Eliyle yokladı. Sonra parmaklarıyla deliğimi buldu ve oynamaya başladı. ?Parmakla hadi? dedim. Parmağını deliğime soktu. Eğildim onu öptüm. ?Ben gelmek üzereyim? dedi. ?Hayır gelme? dedim ve kucağından kalktım. Eğildim. Kemerini çözdüm ve pantolonunun önünü açtım. Elimi sokup yarağını çıkardım. Bektaş?ın müthiş bir yarağı vardı. Çok büyük ve yay biçimindeydi. ?Nefis yarağın var? dedim. ?Keranede siktiğim karı da öyle söylüyor? dedi. ?Hadi soyun? dedim. Kalktı önce üstünü çıkardı. Çok yakışıklıydı. Zayıftı ama geniş omuzları vardı. Göğsü hafif tüylüydü. O pantolonunu indiriken göğsünü okşamaya başladım. Çırılçıplak kalmıştı. Onu izlemek için karşıdaki koltuğa oturdum. Bacakları nefisti. Biraz kaslı ama ince ve uzundu. Bacaklarında baldırlara doğru çoğalan ince tüyler vardı. Ayakları inceydi. Ama 45 numara kesin vardı. Önüne baktım. Göbeğinin altından başlayan hafif tüyler giderek sıklaşıyor ve yarağını çevreliyordu. Hala kalkık durumdaki büyük yarağı göbek hizasını geçiyordu. Taşakları da iri ve tüylüydü. Çömeldim ve yarağını ve taşaklarını yalamaya başladım. Elimden tutup beni kaldırdı. Kalçamdan kendine çekti ve öpmeye başladı. Kulağına ?Nefis erkeksin? diye fısıldadım. ?Sen de çok güzel yavrusun? dedi. Belimden tuttu ve ?Yatağa gidelim, seni yatakta yapıcam? dedi. Arka odaya gelince beni yatağa itti ve üzerime çıkıp beni yemeğe başladı. Elimi uzattım yarağı taş gibi olmuştu. Avucumu dolduran büyük yarağını sıkıp okşamaya başladım. ?Sikim götünü istiyor? dedi. Beni sikmesini çok istiyordum. Ancak büyüklüğü beni korkutuyordu. Neyse ki Ferhat ve Ersan, Bektaş?ın yarağı için yol açmışlardı. Daha rahat alabilirdim. Bektaş gitti ve prezervatifle kremi getirdi. Kutudan bir prezervatif çektim. Yarağına geçirmeye çalışırken yırtıldı. Ufak geliyordu. İkincisini daha dikkatle taktım. Onun da dip kısmı biraz yırtıldı. Ama idare ederdi. ?Domal hadi? dedi. ?Üzerine ben oturayım ? dedim. Yatağa uzandı. Bektaş?ın yarağına bolca krem sürdüm. Sonra krem tüpünü deliğime dayayıp içine iyice sıktım. Delikten taşanla deliğin ağzını da iyice kremledim. İki bacağımı ayırarak Bektaş?ın üzerinde çömeldim. Yarağını tuttum deliğime hizaladım. Üstüne oturmaya başladım. Başı girdi. Biraz daha çöktüm. Çok zorlanıyordum. ?Alamıyıcam heralde? dedim. Bektaş dizlerini kaldırarak biraz daha soktu. Bağırdım biraz. ?Hepsini sokma? dedim. Biraz durdu. Az sonra belimden tutarak biraz daha geçirdi. ?Yeter bu kadar ?dedim. ?Olur? dedi ve beni zıplatmaya başladı. Koskoca alet içimdeydi. Acıdan inliyordum. Bektaş?ın şehvetli solumalarını duyuyordum. Zıplatırken göğsümü sıkıyor ve vücudumu okşuyordu. Bektaş?ın solumaları artmıştı. Beni kuvvetle kendine çekti. Bütün hatları gerilmişti. Az sonra içimde boşaldı. Bir süre bekledik. Ben kalktım. Bektaş?ın dölü prezervetiften taşmıştı. Prezervetifi çıkarıp yarağını iyice yaladım. Bektaş banyoya gitti. Geri geldiği zaman yarağı yine kalkmıştı. Yanıma uzandı. Kolunu boynuma attı ve göğsümü okşamaya başladı. Elimi yarağına götürdüm. Okşamaya başladım. Sonra avuçlayıp iyice sıktım. Taş gibi oldu. Bektaş çok hoşuma gidiyordu. Nefis yaratıktı. Boynuna sarıldım. ?Hadi bi daha sik beni? dedim. ?Domaltıcam seni? dedi. Domaldım. Arkama geçti, deliğimi iyice kremledi. Deliğime dayadı. Kalçamdan tutup kendine çekti. Yine zorlanıyordum. Ama bu defa ilkine göre daha rahat giriyordu. Biraz sonra dibine kadar geçirdi. Yine bağırmaya başladım. Sanki tüm vücudumun içinde onun aleti vardı. ?Yavaş pompala? dedim. Önce yavaş yapıyordu, ancak Bektaş da azmıştı. Ben de bir elimle kendi yarağımı okşuyordum. Hem kalçamı oynatıyor, hem de otuzbir çekiyordum. Ben az sonra boşaldım. Ben boşalırken kendimi Bektaş?ın kasıklarına iyice dayadım. Bu ona zevk verdi. Giderek hızlandı. Benim inlemelerim onun hızlanan soluğuna karşıyordu. Yarağı içimde gidip gelirken kalçama taşakları çarpıyordu. Birden belimden tuttu ve tam çaktı. Gidip geldi. İçimde patlamıştı. Beni delirten solumaları kesildi ve yarağını çekti. Çekerken içim yine eridi. Çok rahatlamıştım. Kalkıp boynuna sarıldım. Beni öptü.Daha sonra banyoya gidip temizlendik. Bektaş?ın beni bırakmaya niyeti yoktu. Ben de ona bayılmıştım. Herşey çok zevkliydi. Ancak daha fazla dayanmam olanaksızdı. Ferhat ile Ersan gelmeden çıkmaya karar verdim. Bektaş?a cep telefonumu verdim. ?Beni ararsan sevinirim? dedim. ?Hoşlandın mı? dedi. Boynuna sarılıp öptüm. ?Hem de nasıl? dedim. Evden çıktım. Müthiş rahatlamıştım. Kendimi tüy gibi hafif hissediyordum. Yıllardır düşlediğim şey gerçekleşmişti. Beni sikecek bir aktif ararken, aynı günde üç nefis aktifle olmuştum. Artık tam pasiftim. Mutluluktan uçarak dolmuş durağına geldim. Dolmuş geldi, bindim. Saat gece yarısını bulmuştu. Dolmuş boş sayılırdı. En arka koltuğa geçtim. Yanımda esmer bir genç oturuyordu. ?Acaba az önce nasıl sikildiğimi düşleyebilir mi? diye düşündüm. Ona baktım. Kötü durmuyordu. Sonra ?Kimbilir sikişi nasıldır? diye düşünmeye başladım….

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I had not been in a long time so when I woke up that morning with nothing else to do I decided to get dressed up and go to church. I had managed to keep a relatively low profile because the last thing I wanted was someone latching onto me and inviting me out to lunch or coming out for visitation. As I had entered the church sanctuary I found the perfect spot located all the way to the right at the front of the back section of pews. Normally I would not sit even this close, but this was the perfect spot because the angle of the wall the second pew was just large enough for two people and I figured no one would bother to sit next to me.

Things had gone according the plan so far; the choir had sang some praise and worship songs, there were a couple of solos and I had even made it through the welcome without talking to anyone. I stood there with my eyes closed in the middle of the offertory prayer when it happened; I suddenly felt someone fill the void next to me. Great, I thought, not only is there someone next to me, but they are blocking my quick exit after the sermon. I had to know who the perpetrator was so I opened my eyes and glanced quickly to the left.

With my head bowed the first thing I saw were black patent leather stiletto heels supporting some of the sexiest, shapeliest legs I had ever seen. The legs were covered in black hose and as I raised my eyes I wondered if the legs would ever stop when finally I reached the hem of a tight short straight skirt that showed off the woman’s thin waist and firm ass beautifully. As I continued up her body she was wearing a soft silky white blouse which clung to her supple tits sticking straight out in front of her. The sleeves and shoulders of the blouse were sheer so you could see she was wearing a black bra underneath. The neckline on the blouse plunged down to give a peek at the cleavage formed as the bra was obviously designed to lift and push her breasts together. As I followed further up her long neck I noticed she had fair skin flecked with freckles. She had thin shapely lips accentuated by red lipstick and a long thin face. She had seductive blue-grey eyes offset by dark eyelashes. She had red hair that was obviously naturally curly, trabzon escort but now was pulled back into a ponytail that fell to mid shoulder. I knew I was in church because this was an angel standing next to me. By this time I was so transfixed by her beauty that I must have just been standing there with my mouth open. She just gave me a little smile then bowed her head and closed her eyes for the rest of the prayer.

During the offering I could not take my eyes off of her legs as she sat there with them crossed moving her top leg in time with the music. As she sat there with her legs crossed her skirt had risen to a point that I could now tell she was not wearing hose, but stockings. I could not believe that I was sitting there in church getting a hard-on just looking at this woman. Not long after the sermon started she picked up her purse, wrote something on a piece of paper, placed it on my Bible and then got up and walked out. I picked up the paper and read Room 214… 10 min. I blinked several times not sure I had read it correctly and then I looked at my watch. My mind raced as I played out several scenarios in my head. After a long six minutes I decided to go look for the room. As I opened the door to room 214 I could not believe my eyes as I saw my angel sitting on a desk located near the front of the room with her legs crossed.

I started to say, “Hi, my name is…” but stopped as she pressed a finger to her lips and shook her head no, and then she beckoned me forward with her finger. As I stepped in front of her she grabbed me by the belt and pulled me forward as she spread her legs to either side of me and began to kiss me deeply and passionately. As our tongues intertwined and caressed one another in our mouths I pulled her close to me so I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest. I broke our kiss off and began to kiss her neck just below her ear. I moved down her neck so I was kissing her chest just above her cleavage. I moved up kissing the other side of her neck as I unbuttoned her blouse. I began kissing her breast, still locked behind the black satin bra. I pulled the left cup down so her tit popped out of the top and I began to lick and suck her trabzon escort bayan nipple as I freed her right breast in the same way. Now with both free for my pleasure I turned my attentive mouth to her right nipple as I massaged her left breast and pinched her nipple. As I focused on her breasts she had reached down and hiked her skirt up around her waist. As I looked down I saw that she had come prepared and was not wearing any panties. I could also see that she was indeed a natural redhead as her pussy was cleanly shaven except for a red landing strip just above her slit.

Without saying a word she put a hand on my head, pushed me down between her legs and then draped both legs over my shoulders, locked her ankles together and pulled me into her. This woman did not need to speak, she knew how to tell me what she wanted without words and I loved it! I spread her lips with my fingers and slid my tongue into her. She was already wet and had plenty for me to lick up. I pushed deeper into her pussy so my nose was buried in her well groomed strip and my tongue licked up her pussy like a child licking an ice cream in the middle of summer. My tongue found her clit and played with it and then I sucked it into my mouth. That was obviously her button as she let out a load moan and I could feel her heels digging into my back. She bucked against my face as she came. Then without warning she grabbed the back of my hair, pulled me up and pushed me away like a discarded toy. As I took a step back she dropped to her knees in front of me and unzipped my pants.

In no time this woman had my trousers and boxers bunched around my ankles and my cock in her mouth. I have to admit she knew what she wanted and she was taking it. As aggressive as she was she was also an expert cocksucker. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft occasionally withdrawing my cock from her mouth to lick it up and down its entire length before sucking it back into her mouth. There is no other way to put it; this woman was using my cock to fuck her own mouth! Almost as suddenly as she started she stopped, stood up turned away from me and walked over to the desk. With her skirt still around her waist she leaned escort trabzon over the desk, placed her elbows on the top and grabbed the edge with her hands. She spread her legs, looked over her shoulder for the first time and spoke, “Fuck Me.”

With the way this woman was going I did not want to waste anytime. I moved so I was standing behind her with my cock pointing straight at her pussy. I took my cock in my hand and began to rub the head up and down her slit. As I did this she began to push back against me obviously ready for me to slide into her. I pushed my head past her lips and heard her moan as her pussy split and then wrapped around me. She was so warm and wet I had to wait a minute to regain my composure, not wanting to blow my load too soon. I slowly slid into her as she pushed back against me. I was surprised at how tight she was. I had slid in so her ass was against my stomach and I had my hands on her hips. Then I just began to pump in and out of her. There could be no mistake, we were not making love, we were not just having sex, we were fucking. There was something animalistic about the way we were going at it. Her ass was smacking against my body with each thrust and she was using the desk as leverage to push back against my cock. As I fucked her I remembered how quickly she came when I sucked her clit so I moved one hand around to massage her clit and put my other hand on her shoulder for leverage as I thrust. As we fucked it was raw and our tempo increased. We were both panting and moaning when I felt her muscles tighten around my cock as she climaxed. That sensation sent me over the edge and I pumped stream after stream of cum into her body.

Sweaty and exhausted I stepped back and fell into a chair. She stood, turned around, wiped some cum that had dripped down her inner thigh and then sucked her finger into her mouth. Neither one of us said a word as she pulled her skirt down, fixed her bra and buttoned her blouse. As she walked to the back of the room she said, “See you next Sunday.”

As she reached the door I could not contain it any longer, “What is your name?”

She stopped in the doorway, looked back at me and said “Heather Simmons” and then she left.

After I recovered and cleaned myself up I made my way to the parking lot with the rest of the congregation as the sermon had ended. As I pulled out of the parking lot I did a double take as I read the church sign.

First Baptist Church

Pastor Herman Simmons

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My wife is a nymphomaniac.

Not a horror but an adventure story

The dictionary defines nymphomania as excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire in women. Medical science classifies nymphomania as a disease.

* * *

Ours was an arranged match. When the offer first reached my ears I was not inclined to go through with the bride viewing process for the age difference was wide. She was twenty and I was thirty three. But the common friend who brought the match was so insistent that I meet the bride that my parents and I made the visit. The meeting was cordial but from the body language of the girl’s parents it was clear that they too had agreed at our friend’s insistence. The girl was pretty. Her name was unusual for Chennai Hindus. She was Thelma after a childhood friend of her mother. Again on the prodding of our friend I got a few moments of conversation alone with the girl in a side room

“So you have decided to continue your studies,” I said grinning widely. That is the standard excuse parents of girls offer when they are not willing for the match.

She chuckled delicately. “No,” she said. “I am not into higher studies.” Our eyes met. I extended my hand. She held it. We were married a month and a half later.

*

We were tired after the lengthy wedding ceremonies that started at day break and ended well past nine at night. The last three of those hours we stood receiving the long line of guests. Then straight to the airport. We slept almost the entire length of the flight. It was four in the morning when we got off at Rome. Thelma’s father, who was an executive in one of the airlines, used his connections not only for the hotel bookings but had also arranged for a cab to take us there. By the time we registered at the hotel it was past seven. The receptionist directed us to the dining room for our complementary breakfast. It was while having breakfast that I noticed a change in Thelma.

It was in her eyes. The orbs always wide were open even wider and they were unseeing eyes. It was the blank stare that I have seen in the inmates of mental hospitals, so different from her sparklers. I was concerned.

“Are you OK?” I asked. She did not seem to hear. I was about to repeat the question when she turned, looked blankly into my eyes, and nodded. We went up to the room rolling the trolley with our boxes in it. In the room I shifted and arranged the boxes. Thelma did not give a hand with the boxes as she usually does. She was standing at the window looking out. When I came closer she turned and we hugged and kissed passionately. I breathed more freely. Nothing was the matter with my Thelma. I was wrong. Something was the matter but I could not have guessed what it was if Thelma herself had not told me the next day. Many things were to happen before that.

We held each other tightly with lips locked for quite a while. Then she held me firmly by the lapels of the light coat I had been wearing for the flight and pushed me back so that she could see my face. And then she said something no bride had ever spoken to her husband on the eve of their first sexual union.

“Lick me,” she said.

I was taken aback, naturally. I had made plans for a gentle step by step approach in order not to frighten her. I had no back up plans now that she had dismantled plan A. There was no need for she was undressing and I willy-nilly had to follow suit. I could not throw my dresses all over as she was doing for my coat had valuables in them. By the time I had hung it in the wardrobe Thelma was totally naked. She was leaning on the side of the bed; her buttocks were pressing the mattress. I came round naked and I saw her in all her raw beauty; I hardened. Her breasts were like a pair of malgova mangoes, her waist was narrow and hips broad. She must have shaved the previous day for her vulval mound was smooth as glass and glistening. Her vulva was puffy and at the slit I could see moisture. I hardened further. As I approached her she leaned back further and lifted her legs and spread them. Whatever disappointment I must have felt in the abrupt and unromantic hurry of my wife disappeared at the sight of the vulva. She leaned back still further with her thighs spread to the outmost. Moisture was flowing out of the cleft and spreading on to her thighs. I pulled out a pillow and threw it on the carpet and kneeling before the deity I proceeded to lick.

I did not try the gentle method of licking the sides of the cleft and then working up to the clitoris. My wife’s approach to sex was now an open book to me. I was in no mood for a ‘go for the clitoris’ command from her. I went for the clitoris on my own, and my, how well she responded!

Holding my head by the hair she directed me to the right spot. She was embracing me with her legs with her feet locked. And then she moved her hips up and down. Soon she was vibrating and as I stopped licking and after a pause when I swiped in broad swipes she screamed. I waited to give her the finale – I bit on trabzon escort the clitoris with covered lips and she screamed again. She climbed on to the bed pulling me after her. She lay back feet dangling in air. As I came up she held my penis and inserted. I expected it to plop in for she was pouring juices. But I had press till something gave way. Surprise of surprises my darling was a virgin! But do virgins demand a lick first time?

It did not take us long to climax and we did in perfect unison. She screamed softly. I waited and gave her another and yet another. She lay back exhausted and I slipped down to rest my cheek on her vulva. My cheek became moist making it delightfully chilly. I turned my face to press the other cheek. Soon we were snoozing.

A gentle tap at the door woke me. I noted the time. We have been sleeping for over three hours. I put on my shorts and went to the door. The cleaning crew consisting of a woman in her late thirties and a young man who could not have been more than twenty were at the door with their trolley packed with sheets and bottles of cleaner liquids.

“We have come to change the sheets,” said the woman with a sly smile, “I am Amy and this is George.” It is not usual for cleaning crew to introduce themselves. Apparently Thelma’s father must have mentioned that his daughter was honeymooning and the staff of the hotel was making the guests fell at home.

“Go ahead, but first…” I wanted them to wait till I got my wife who was lying on her back in the nude thighs widely spread into some sort of dress. But when the two jerked back with wide open eyes I turned round. Thelma was waking towards us in the nude as if she did not know there were visitors at the door. She looked up still with that unseeing stare and turned into the bathroom. The cleaners came in and went straight for the bed we were using.

“Beautiful, wonderful,” chirruped Amy in heavily accented English. She was holding up the stained sheet. On it I could make out two spots of red. “Blood,” she continued, “good man your wife is a virgin.”

“What’s remarkable about that?” I said though when Thelma asked for licking I was pretty sure she was not.

“No Italian woman ever is a virgin on her wedding day.”

“Mostly deflowered by the man they are marrying,” I said. I do not know why but I was defending Italian womanhood.

“Some are, but most are not,” said Amy and thrusting her chest forward proudly she continued, “I was not.” and laughed uncontrollably. I grinned and so did the young man. “Lucky man,” she continued “to get this innocent baby for wife. See how without shame she walked past us in the nude. She is a baby.”

Thelma walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I was happy to note that, but my happiness was short lived. She removed the towel and after wiping her back and shoulders she threw towel with the other soiled clothes. She then sank on the sofa next to the one I was on and stretched out with her breasts and vulva on display. I must admit that in spite of my misgivings it was a grand sight. At that moment I was proud of my wife.

Her eyes though had that mad woman look. I should not be saying so but that is how it was. Thelma was fidgety for a while and then she placed the back of one knee on the sofa arm rest thereby opening out the leaves of her vulva. Of shame there was no trace at all. She did not appear to recognise that there were strangers in the room and that one of them was a man. The two were diligently changing the sheets and arranging the blankets and even in the tense situation I was in I could not but marvel at the way these hotel workers are able to make sheets and blankets obey like trained dogs.

Thelma got up and stretched herself. Those breasts and the hips and the puffed up vulva were wonderful as she stretched. I found myself hardening. It was good that I did for Thelma came and lay on me. She cuddled and then she got up purposefully and holding the bottom of my shorts she pulled it down and with some assistance from me removed it and threw it away. I must confess that loving making with an audience had long been one of my fantasies as I believe it is for most men. When she removed my shorts I could hear a gasp. I do not know if it was the woman or the young man, but it pleased me that there was one to appreciate my hugely erect penis.

I stretched helpfully and Thelma climbed up the sofa and was trying to manoeuvre her vaginal opening against my penis. This was not easy for my penis was waving this way and that and Thelma could not free an arm to guide it in.

Noticing our predicament the two came to help. George steadied Thelma’s pelvis and Amy held my penis against the vaginal opening and a gentle thrust from Thelma and I was in. The vagina was so wet and sloppy that my penis slid right up to the hilt.

“Thanks,” I said. From the corner of my eyes I could see Amy wave as if to say ‘you are welcome’.

She was hot and I was hot. Soon we were vibrating. trabzon escort bayan I could see our audience both crouching in the vantage point in front from were they could see the penis stroke in and out of Thelma. And then I ejaculated in great spurts and I could feel her body wracking in a mammoth orgasm. We rested and then I gave her two more.

“Get me some wipes; I fear the sofa may get stained,” I said for I could feel some semen leaking on to my thighs. Thereupon George came with the wipes and bending down he cleaned Thelma vulva with my shrivelled penis still holding on in the vagina. He went for more wipes and when he was ready I pulled out the penis and he cupped the vulva with the wad. Thelma was standing legs apart and the young man was crouching in front of her wiping away at her vulva. Then she came and lay on the newly made bed. George felt he had more to do. He took a wipe and opening out the leaves of the vulva he wiped it clean.

“Thanks,” I said as I climbed up to lie beside Thelma. “You both can use the other bed,” I continued hospitably. Both burst out in laughter.

“She’s my mother’s sister,” he said.

“What if,” I said.

“You are a bad man,” said Amy, “your wife is a baby. Be kind to her; she is a rare gem.”

I could hear the door click shut. She was soon asleep but my whirling brain was keeping me awake. ‘Was she a baby? To me it seemed as if she was a loose cannon. How can I possibly be in control when she is in this mood?

2

I woke up gnawing with hunger pains. After breakfasting at seven we had had nothing other than a glassful each of apple juice and it was now five in the evening. Thelma opened her eyes.

“Hungry?” She had the same vacant stare. She nodded. “We’ll go to the restaurant.” She shook her head. “No? Why not?” With both her index fingers she pointed to her naked body. “You don’t want to put on a dress?” She did not.

For the first time it struck me that since seven in the morning she had not spoken except for the two words, ‘lick me’ uttered hours ago. During these hours of silence we once had great sex by ourselves and then spectacular sex in front of an appreciative audience. Something serious was happening to my wife and I had no clue what it was. I ordered for room service. Could the person bringing in the tray know that a free show was in prospect? I was sure Amy would not speak about it at least till we are the guests of the hotel but I was not sure of George. Anyway there was nothing I could do about it but bite the bullet. Bite the bullet? Was it that bad? To be frank I was enjoying love making before an audience and there was enough of troilism in me to enjoy others seeing my wife in the nude. That is the brutal truth.

I answered the soft tap at the door. A man was holding a tray and a woman was by his side with towels over her arm. If they noted a nude woman on the bed they showed no visual evidence of it. They briskly laid the table. Thelma walked up to the wash room. Soon she was back in the nude of course and took a seat at the table. The man was having trouble hiding an erection. The woman wanted to know if we needed their presence. I said they could go but come back after half an hour to clear the table.

“Don’t bother about what is happening. Just do your job. Latch the door when you leave. I’ll be keeping it unlatched for you to come in.” They left and we ate a hearty meal. It was a silent meal. After that Thelma sat for a while her eyes still wide open and still blank. She got up and held my hand. By gesture she made me follow her to the bed. She squatted on the side of the bed and folded her hips. It was an invitation; or rather an order for me to lick. I did and followed up with great sex. When I got up to wash the dinner plates were gone and all was spick and span. We were apparently too busy to have noticed the clearing crew.

I woke up at 2.20 in the morning. If Thelma had also woken up and demanded sex I wondered from where I would be able to muster an audience at that hour for by now it was clear that she needed spectators to spur her desires. It was a funny thought. Soon I was asleep. When I woke up sunlight was streaming in through the scenic windows Thelma was not there by my side. I was a bit worried that she might have wandered off. No, she was there on the sofa fully clothed sipping coffee. I met her eyes. There were normal. She smiled.

“Wake up Babu, freshen yourself and have coffee. I have a story to tell.”

The coffee machine brew was awful but her story was not.

3

“I remember the time when I masturbated for the first time,” said Thelma. “I got up one day with an erotic dream. It was still dark and I was not able to go back to sleep. It was then that I felt like rubbing my clitoris. Soon my brain was full of fantasies and I was rubbing with vigour till I climaxed. I shivered and felt throbbing sensations deep in my vulva. I loved the sensation. From then on I rubbed myself at least once a week. Soon escort trabzon I had a technique that suited me best. I would rub and when the climax approached I will hold my thighs tightly against each other and sway backwards and forwards. My skirt would be wet by the time it was over. You might have noticed that vaginal glands secrete a lot. It is a cause for embarrassment when I get into fantasising in class rooms and bus journeys.” A thoughtful pause followed.

“Babu.”

“Yes darling.”

“Are you bored listening to this?”

“Far from it. I am tingling with anticipation.”

“When you saw me yesterday morning in the breakfast room with that vacant stare did you fear that I might be a mental case?”

“No,” I said hesitantly,” but your body language was a bit unnerving.”

“Babu shall I tell you something you might not like to hear.”

“Please do.”

“I have seen a psychiatrist and she has put a name to my madness. I’ll tell you presently. To continue my story. It was Independence Day 15th August. A deep depression in the bay brought on torrential rain. The streets were flooded. I was awake before dawn. I felt my head buzzing. I did not hear any noise but I felt something happening inside my head that I can only describe as a buzz. I had an overpowering desire to masturbate. I usually curl up on one side as I rub myself but today I removed all my clothes and lay back and spread my thighs and rubbed and when I came close to climaxing I placed my forearm against the clitoris and pressed my arm between my thighs as if it was a man’s body that was between my thighs. I felt like screaming but managed to keep it down to a moan. It was good. Then I slept.

Mother woke me up at seven. ‘What’s wrong with you. Why are you staring like a mad person,’ she said. I told her I had a bad head ache. After a bath I took some breakfast and coffee. My mother forced me to take tablets for headache. I went back to the room and closed and latched the door. I threw away all my clothes and masturbated. I slept. I got up after three hours and masturbated once again. It was then that I saw myself in the mirror and to be frank I was rather afraid to look at myself. I did look like a mad woman. I had sufficiently recovered by dinner time for my father not to notice anything. This was my first attack. I had another after three months. It was then that I decided that I have to see a psychiatrist. The sister of a classmate of mine was a leading lady psychiatrist. I met her without the knowledge of my friend. She listened to my story and asked to come the next day. She said my case was so unusual that she wanted to refer to her books before prescribing. The next day she gave me her diagnosis. It was nymphomania. She said I will get the attacks at varying intervals. She prescribed some tablets. It makes me sleepy but does not seem to do any good. Have you heard of nymphomania Babu?”

“I have. Most men have and in fact their ambition at one stage in their lives is to meet one in the flesh.”

“Have they?”

“Not to my knowledge.”

“The doctor told me that the stories that one hears of women going round demanding sex from passing men is a male fantasy. Nymphomania she said may be part of established mental disease like schizophrenia. But unassociated with other mental problems it is very rare.”

“Suppose when you are in that state a man happens to come to the house would you have approached him?”

“I really don’t know. I had a mighty fear that I might ruin myself and my family if I do something foolish.”

“Have you made any note of what triggers these attacks?”

“When I am hot in a sexual sense it happens. It had to happen before my first sexual experience. I was expecting my head to buzz and that very thought put fear into me.”

“Fear?”

“Of course. I had no idea what your reaction would be.”

“Does exposing yourself to strangers and having an audience for sex enhance the pleasure?”

“It must be for I like to be nude when I have the attack. As for an audience I was greatly excited when the young man was cleaning my vulva. But I was never fully aware of them. I have no recollection at all of what happened before that.”

“You mean you don’t remember the woman guide my penis into you.”

“No. I don’t remember any woman at all. If I see those people I do not think I can recognise them.”

“Interesting. It appears that instead of hoping for an attack to happen at random we can provoke it to happen at the time of our choosing.”

“I also think it is possible. But I worry that I might do wrong things when in the throes of the attack. .The doctor on her own discussed that possibility and it was she who suggested that I get married. She said I need a mature, learned man with a broad understanding of human nature for husband to protect me. She admitted it was a mighty ask and I have to be lucky. My mother was overjoyed when I agreed to be married. To her higher education for women was nonsense. I had excellent offers from young men but I rejected them to my mother’s great annoyance. When I agreed to you her exasperation reached boiling point. I was adamant.

“Mature learned man with a broad understanding of human nature,” I repeated loudly to myself pacing my words.

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Hi! My name is Kathy and over the past few weeks I have been learning and experiencing a wide variety of sexual techniques with two very good friends. This story is about the man who, I have to say is so talented in the art of sex that he should do it for a living. A college friend introduced me to him.

Usually our encounters involve the three of us, my friend Louise, Mr. XX and me, Kathy. Our sessions usually last for hours and they have given me not only the most sensational sexual thrills of my life but also the most intense and tremendous orgasms I have ever experienced. They have also made me much more aware of my partner’s needs and shown me how to give as well as receive greater pleasure. So, therefore they have made me a better lover. Here’s part of the story about the time I spent with him, learning, experiencing and repaying what it means to be sexually satisfied.

In another story I will write about the woman in my life that showed me what sexual thrills another woman can do to and for me! Like I said, the meetings usually involved the three of us, but today I didn’t tell Louise I was going to visit Mr. XX. I went to his apartment secretly because I didn’t want her there. I didn’t want anyone there because I wanted him to myself.

I came to Mr. XX’s place around 3PM on Saturday afternoon and he invited me in. I wanted him all to myself this afternoon so I could tell him and show him my deepest appreciation for what he has done for me regarding my new outlook on a great sex life. I had been a virgin for nearly 20 years and while I had masturbated a great deal, I had never had a man’s penis inside my body. Nor have I ever given or received oral sex.

Now, I’m a very good friend with Louise and one day when I told her about my virginity, and what I didn’t know about men or sex, she invited me to come over to visit with her & Mr. XX. She told me to come see what the two of them do and if I wanted to she was sure Mr. XX would let me join in.

Louise told me how gentle Mr. XX was, and how talented he was with regards to sex. She also told me about his big cock and how he gave her so much pleasure. She also tried to explain what it felt like when he licked her pussy and made her cum over and over again and again!

He loved oral sex and was happy to give her as much as she could stand. She told me how good oral sex is and she tried to explain what having your pussy sucked and licked by someone who wanted to do it and knew how to do it, felt like.

She explained that unlike some guys who do it just so you’ll let them fuck you, he was someone who really enjoyed giving it as much as you’ll enjoy getting it. She told me nothing could really explain it, I would have experience it to really understand how great it feel.

She told me about the times she had been with him and how good she felt after a couple of hours of having him give her sex!! A couple of hours!!! She explained how gentle and talented Mr. XX was, and that he had taught her a great deal about sex. Like, how to please yourself as well as your partner.

So I said: “What the hell do I have to loose?”

I started visiting with them and we have had wonderful sex for a number of weeks now. (I’ll be writing stories about Louise & Kathy late on and publishing them on this site.)

When Mr. XX opened the door, he said: “Kathy! What a nice surprise! Come on in.”

I walked in and sat down and Mr. XX offered me something to drink. I took a soda and we sat by the fireplace. He asked: “So what can I do for you?”

I told him: “Well Mr. XX we have been meeting for a couple of weeks now and you have certainly taught me so many things about life, my body, your body and sex. I wanted to see you without Louise for once, so I could just tell you how I feel and thank you. First I want to thank you for all the fantastic sex we have had with each other.”

I stood up then and told him: “Secondly, I want to show you my appreciation for what you taught me!”

I began to get undressed saying: “I want to try and repay you for the sex you have given me.”

He stopped me saying: “Kathy! You should never have to undress yourself! If the man is any good at all, he will do that for you and in fact he’ll get you worked up as he does it! Here let me show you what I mean.”

I watched his hands and fingers move to the buttons at the top of my blouse. He undid one button at a time very slowly. He never took his eyes off of my eyes as he did it. His slipped the blouse off my shoulders and since I never wear a bra, his hands moved immediately to my quivering breasts. As he gently cupped each one with his hands, he raising them up high and kissed each nipple. He licked his way up to my mouth and kissed me gently using his tongue to lick around my lips and then slid it in my mouth. I opened my lips and took his long tongue gladly sucking on it! We stood there with him holding my shoulders and kissing gently and tonguing each. His hands went back trabzon escort to my breasts and I felt them move over my nipples pulling and squeezing them.

I had nice firm breasts, about a 32-33B no bigger. But, they stand out straight with no sag at all. As he worked my breasts, I could feel my nipples begin to harden almost immediately from his touch. I could feel the cool air in the room as his hands cupped both breasts and his mouth covered a nipple. As his tongue danced in my mouth, he rolled my nipples around between his index finger and thumb making them harder and much longer.

I have very red nipples, which get hard almost without touching them, especially when I’m excited. They grow about 1 or 1 1/2 inches long when they get hard and right now they were hard as rocks from his touch. He whispered: “So tell me again, what did you come over to see me about Kathy?”

I whimpered as he ran his hands over all of my breasts, providing a wonderful feeling of excitement in my body. I kissed his neck and he licked my ear and bit the lob. I put my hand against the big bulge in his cutoffs and squeezed his growing cock. I told him: “I wanted to come over here to be with you and to fuck you and pay you back for these weeks we have been together. They have been the best weeks of my life Mr. XX! Oh Mr. XX your hands feel so good on my body!”

He asked: “And how about Louise? Did you tell her you were coming here today?”

I said: “No! I don’t want to be with Louise. I just want it to be you and me making love until we can’t any more. How does that sound?”

He smiled and kissed me and then licking down my neck to my shoulder and down over the top of my breast kissing and licking his way between the cleavage and then back over to my erect nipple. He kissed each nipple taking it into his mouth with his lips and pulling on it gently. Then sucking on it as his tongue licked across it back and forth. He licked the very tip of the nipple as he held it in his mouth between his lips. I held his head to my chest as he moved from one breast to the other and then back again.

His lips were making me wet between my legs and I began to feel an ache just a little in my pussy. There was a tingling directly in my clit too. I knew that that feeling would only grow as he continued to work on my breasts. I also knew I wouldn’t leave until he fucked me over and over again today.

His cock was so hard now that the cock head was sticking out the leg of his shorts. My fingers danced over it making it jump with excitement. He came back up and told me:” Well Kathy! That’s the best offer I have had all day today. Let’s go into the bedroom.”

He took my hand and we walked into his bedroom and he pulled me to him. As we kissed I felt his hands undo the snap on my jeans and as he pulled then down on each side of my hips, I wiggled out of them. They dropped down below my knees and I stepped out of them. Almost as soon as they hit the floor, he knelt in front of me and kissed his way down my stomach and over the waistband on my baby blue bikini panties. I could feel his warm breath on my thighs as he parted my legs and kiss around the leg bands of the panties.

My hands held his head down and tried to maneuver it to my pussy. He kissed the cloth covering my heat and his tongue licked around the leg band teasing me. Then I felt his fingers lifted the panty leg to the side. Immediately, I felt his long tongue lick over my slit! I arched into his face and moaned out: “Mummmmmmmmm!! Oh God Mr. XX! I love it when you do that! I love your tongue and touch! Lick me! Eat my pussy and make me cum Mr. XX!”

He looked up into my eyes and slowly pulled my tinny panties down my thighs until they were under his chin. He continued to slide them down my legs under my knees. As I stepped out of the first leg band and as I did, his hand came up between my legs and put my foot on his shoulder. He rubbed up my inner thigh until his fingers touched my very warm and wet pussy! When he put my foot on his shoulder it opened me up for him and his magic fingers. He let them roam over my open cunt slowly. As they moved under me I felt them probing my ass. God I was dripping from his touch!!

He slid his other hand between my upper thighs and pushed into my pussy as far as he could get his finger. He used his hands and fingers touching all of me including my ass hole. His thumb was stroking my pussy slit while his middle finger rubbed the center of my ass hole. I stood there with my one foot on his shoulder and the other one on the floor. He moved his thumb in my pussy a little until he had opened my lips. Now he rubbed around the pussy hole at the base of my cunt. His lips and tongue moved in and touched my middle as he started to lick my pink insides. As his thumb rubbed more and more into my hole, I began to moan and my hands held his head as I said: “Oh Mr. XX!! I want you to fuck me so bad! I want to fuck you and please you so bad! trabzon escort bayan Tell me what you want and I’ll do it for you, anything Mr. XX! Just tell me and I’ll do it! But please tell me you’ll fuck me!”

He smiled up at me again. As he pushed his thumb all the way into my wet pussy hole, moving it all around inside me. He stood up and kissed my neck saying: “What I want Kathy is for you to tell me exactly what you like best about our love making. And then I want you to guide me as I make love to your body that way. I want you to instruct me today baby! You tell me what you like the best. What you like my hands, fingers, mouth, tongue and cock to do that makes you feel the best. That’s what I want to do today. You be the teacher.”

I moaned as he moved me to the edge of the bed with his thick thumb still working inside my pussy. My knees hit the side of the mattress and as I fell backwards, we both laid down next to each other. GOD!! His thumb never stopped moving. It was slowly rotating around inside my body, driving me wild with desire! A desire to be fucked so badly. My legs automatically opened wide for him and his entire hand cupped and held my young pussy. His palm faced down and his thick thumb was gently moving around my pussy. I was dripping cunt juice all over his hand!

He rested his head on my arm and looked me in the eye and asked me again: “So what do I do first for you? What would you like me to do for you to please you? You are the teacher today. OK?”

I smiled and told him: Are you sure? You wouldn’t want me to suck you off or sit on your cock and ride it until you cum Mr. XX? I know you like both of those!”

He smiled and said: “Well they both sound great Kathy, but is that what you want me to do for you? Would you rather have me eat and suck your pussy, or slowly work on your body and make it cum hard and long before we fuck? Your choice, just give me directions!”

I moaned as his thumb’s movements were really getting to me now. He was the gentlest man. His touch was always pleasing, never any pain in his movements. That is unless you wanted pain like Louise did sometimes!

He continued to slowly pump his thumb in and out of my pussy fucking it as slowly and gently as he could do it! I kissed his lips and my hips were now rocking to his movements. I could feel my pussy squeezing his thumb as it entered my pussy all the way every 2 or 3 seconds. He was also rotating it around as it moved in and out! The feeling was sensational. I began to rock faster and faster until I wasn’t able to speak any longer. I closed my eyes and moaned as I let his hand please my body.

My hips were pumping in unison with his hand movements now and I was arching up into it as my body had taken over and was moving me towards my first orgasm of the day. I felt his head against my chest and his lips cover my very red, hard long nipples again! He kissed them and licked them with his devil tongue. His hand never stopped moving and my ass was lifting up off the bed to meet his insertions. His thumb was magic! He knew exactly when to push it in and when to rotate it around inside my hole.

He kissed his way up and down my neck and over my breasts as his hands and fingers made tender gently loved to my pussy. He sent thrill after thrill over my entire body. It was like magic, like he could feel what I was feeling. He knew exactly when to rub or push or pull his thumb around my throbbing pussy. My pussy was so swollen now and all I could think of was orgasm! I needed to cum bad! And, he knew it from the motion of my body and the wetness of my pussy!

As he worked on my body with his hands and his mouth, his voice spoke directly to my brain whispering exactly what I was yearning for. He said: “Cum for me Kathy! Cum on my hand baby. Cum for me! Climax baby! It will feel so warm and so good!! Feel it baby? Yes, that’s right. Fuck my thumb baby. Fuck it back and forth Kathy. Cum baby. Mum. It will be so good baby. That’s it pump your pussy against my hand baby. Faster! Pump it faster for me. Mummm that’s it! You look so happy fucking my hand. Cum for me sugar! Orgasm and you’ll please me!”

I lifted my ass up off the bed and rotated my hips as I pumped and pumped and pumped against his hand. I cried out in pure passion from his soft words and his touch. I began to orgasm! Oh god did I orgasm!! My hands grabbed his hand and held it tight against my pussy as I squeezed it tight with my legs. My head was thrown back and my eyes were closed as I humped and humped my pussy up against his thick hard thumb not caring about anything else in the world. All I wanted to do was to orgasm! I wanted to do it for him, for me! God I wanted to do it for both of us. I screamed out loud as I reached and achieved the peek of my orgasm! I yelled: “Oh God!! OH GOD MR. XX! MR. XX!! MR. XX!! OHHHH MR. XX!!!!!”

Oh it’s was good! I moaned: “I love you Mr. XX. I love you so much. Ahhhh God that was so escort trabzon good!”

I almost passed out as I entered the dream world of post orgasm! Later, much later, when I finally began to come back to earth, I sighed and with a low and hissing voice moaned out his name as I bit his ear. My ass and hips had come back on the bed! I had relaxed my legs from around his hand but he hadn’t taken it out from between my legs.

He kissed me gently for a very long time as he held his hand against my soaking wet pussy. His thumb was still inside my pussy. As he held me and slowly stroked my body, he said: “WOW! You had a good one that time Kathy!! How was it? Did I please you? Is that why you came over here, so I could get you off baby? Good!! I’m glad you wanted me to be the one to give your beautiful young body pleasure! Was your orgasm good? Was it hard enough? Long enough for you? It sure looked like it! Are you satisfied baby?”

I opened my eyes and said: “Oh yes! Oh god yes Mr. XX!! It was so good! God! You do please me so much! I love your touch!! You please me so much! But you know I want you cock in me to finish me off completely!”

I kissed him and he held me tight. When I recovered enough to really talk to him, I asked him: “So you want me to teach you today huh MR. XX?”

He smiled and told me: “Sure Kathy fair is fair. I have been teaching you for a few weeks and now I like you to show me what you have learned baby! You tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

I laughed and said: “Oh MR. XX!! I could never be your teacher! You are just to good.”

He smiled and said: “Well thank you. Well then consider it a test then. You instruct me and see if you can pass what I have taught you. OK?”

I smiled and told him: “OK! How do we start?” He got completely undressed and then wee got something to drink. He stood there with his big cock swaying and jumping up and down. I looked at him and sat up on the edge of bed. I opened my legs wide and told him: “OK Mr. XX!! First things first. You kneel on the floor and get between my legs. I want you to use your fingers first to locate my clit and rub it until I cum again!”

He smiled and said: “Yes mama!” He moved between my legs and asked me to bend then at the knees. He pushed my feet back positioning them so my thighs and ass were back on the edge of the bed and my pussy was wide open for him to work on. God he knew what he was doing!!

He took his left hand and opened my cunt lips wide, exposing all of my pink insides. He smiled up at me, and took his finger and touched my clit directly. I jumped like an electric shock hit me! He laughed and told me: “Well you’ll have to hold still K!”

I laughed as I got back into the same position on the bed. He opened my pussy lips again and took the skin around the top of my pussy and pulled it up and then out on both sides making my clit stand up completely out and open. He took his tongue and licked over the hard round bud. He rubbed all around it and then quickly glided his finger over it making me lift my ass up off the bed! Each time he touched it directly, I elevated my ass to meet his touch. I moaned as he pushed against it and held his finger directly on it. He began rotating his finger around it very gently in tight little circles. “Mummmmm Mr. XX you do know how to locate my clit!!”

He let his finger relax a little as I told him: “Now here’s what I want you to do next. You know how I like you to touch me there. Right? Well I want you to touch it just right, so that I’ll receive the maximum excitement you can generate for my body. I want you to make me climax! I want you to make me orgasm with just your touch just like you did a few minutes ago. Can you do me again?”

He smiled at me and moved his fingers around the inside of my pussy as he said: “Well you have to tell me when I hit it just right baby! OK? You say when!”

And Mr. XX began to touch my clit with different motions and pressures. But when he touched me about the third time in, it was heaven. I arched my back and lifted my ass high up off the bed screaming out: “Right there! Like that Oh yes just like that!! Oh Mr. XX!! Oh yes!! That’s it!! Faster!!! Mummm!! Faster! Rub it faster!”

I moaned to him as he had my clit between his fingers and thumb and rubbing it with three fingers on the other hand. He asked: “Like this baby? You like this?”

I groaned out: “Oh my God! Yea!! OH YES!! Mr. XX!! Mummmm yes!!!! Oh god yes!!! Just like that!!! Oh GOD!! I’m cumming Mr. XX!!! So good!!! Ahhhh So gggggggoooooddddddddd!!!!! OHHHHHHH MR. XX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

My hips began rising up off the bed to meet his rotation on my clit. My hips pumped and pumped into his hand thrusting my cunt at his face and fingers as he vibrated my swollen clit with his fingers tips as fast as he could make them move over it.

Pumping and pumping and pumping, my body was the only reaction I had to the excitement he was providing. And then just as I began climaxed, he moved his mouth over the clit and my god he began licking it with his tongue and sucking it with his lips! I screamed and I began to cum all over his hand, fingers and mouth. Oh god the orgasms I have with this man were so fucking good!!!

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This story is based off and closely resembles a story written by another Literotica author named Cruelwarrior. The original story was titled “My Wife, My Lover Chapters 1 teasing the delicate folds. I pushed her legs apart wider and drove my tongue deep in to her heavenly sweet pussy. I opened my mouth as much as possible, taking her clit in to my mouth as well.

I slowly inched a finger, then two, in to her. I sucked fiercely on her clit, searching and finding that special nub, inside, just above it. I gazed up in to her face, smiling. I love watching the look on her face, the failure to produce anything more than the occasional squeak as she erupts in orgasm. Her eyes shone with violent lust as I buried my tongue in to her as deep as I could. She closed her eyes and screamed trabzon escort out in orgasm as I ran my tongue over her pleasure button along with my thumb, fingers buried deeply inside her.

Her thighs clamped down, squeezing my head, while I licked and swallowed up as much of her as I could, saving a taste for her. I kissed slowly up her body, watching her come down. Our tongues entwined with the other when I finally got to her lips. We shared the warm, sweet taste of her pussy, slowly groping each other, still in the heat of passion.

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I positioned my cock and forced myself in to her, pistoning in and out of her, obeying her wish to be taken. She screamed obscenities, growling like an animal as I rammed harder and harder in to her, causing her to gasp almost every time. As we felt orgasm building between us, I doubled my efforts, thrusting harder and faster in to her. My cock grew larger with each thrust until I shot deep in to her, as she screamed again, louder, when orgasm flooded her body.

We lay escort trabzon together on the floor, breathing deeply, trying to regain our composure. After a few moments, I felt my cock begin twitching between my legs. She felt it to. She leaned over and we embraced in a deep passionate kiss, my cock growing larger, and her pussy getting wetter by the second.

I lifted her up and carried her to our bedroom. I placed her on the bed and told her to get on her hands and knees, her favorite. I slammed in to her, all the way, in one thrust. I started to roughly fuck her, treating her like my own little plaything. She began to moan, begging for me to fuck her. I told her she was my personal cock-slut, slamming harder and faster in to her dripping pussy, playing with her clit with one hand. She started tightening around me, pulling me toward orgasm. I started to thrust harder in to her, moaning loudly, my cock shooting another load deep in to her pussy. We collapsed on the bed, tired and exhausted, drifting off to sleep…

To Be Continued…

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A month or so after their trip to Brazil, John took Jennifer along with him on another business trip to Europe. It was their first time together in Europe and they had lots of fun sightseeing and trying new things. One evening John and Jen were talking with another couple in a small pub. After several rounds of drinks, the topic turned to sex as it often does with John and Jen. The couple told them about a wild sex club they had visited a few nights before. It was a short cab ride away, just around the corner. They described how fancy the club was, the people there and what they saw. The conversation continued for a while on that and other topics until the other couple got up to leave. They said it was late and wished them a good night. As they were walking away, the wife said to John and Jen, “You two should go check out that club. You won’t regret it.” John and Jen laughed as they waved goodbye.

A while after the couple left, John asked Jen, “You want to go check it out?”

Jen replied, “Check what out?”

John answered, “The sex club.”

Jen remarked, “Are you serious?”

John said, “Sure, why not. Can’t hurt to go look.”

Jen explained, “I’m not sure I want to have sex with a bunch of people watching me.”

John said, “We can just go and look. We don’t have to do anything.”

Jen agreed, “Ok. I guess I’m game if you are.”

They paid their tab at the bar and then walked outside and got into a taxi. They traveled a few miles and had the driver stop where the couple had told them. They walked a few blocks down a narrow side street and arrived at single wood door with a lamp above it, but no sign.

John said, “Well, based on what they said, this looks like it. Ready?”

“I guess so,” Jen nervously answered.

John knocked a few times on the wood door. After a long pause, they heard the deadbolt click and then the door slowly opened. A young lady stood in the doorway. She looked John and Jen up and down and then smiled and said, “Please come in.”

John and Jen stepped through the doorway into a small vestibule with no windows, a small table, a cash register, and two more doors. The young lady explained there was an entrance fee and John paid it. After paying, the young lady informed them that there was a dressing room with lockers through the right door, and through the left door was the bar and dancefloor. She explained that the playroom was through the door at the back of the bar.

John and Jen walked through the door and into the bar. At initial glance, it looked like an ordinary upscale bar. They walked over, sat at the bar, and ordered a couple drinks. They looked around and watched the other patrons. Some couples were taking with other couples, some people were dancing on the dancefloor, etc. From time to time couples and small groups would exit the room through the door in the back.

Jen pointed to the door and said to John, “That must be where the playroom is.”

John inquired, “You want to go take a look?”

Jen replied, “Well, we didn’t come here for their world-famous cocktails.” They finished their drinks and walked toward the door at the back of the room. John pulled the door open and they walked through. Once through the door they took in the sights. The room was long and narrow with numerous couches lining the middle. Alcoves lined the sides of the room with beds inside each nook.

Various people were here and there, some fully clothed like John and Jen, some in towels, and others nude. Some of the people were having sex, some people watching others have sex, and others just lounging and talking. John and Jen slowly strolled around the room stopping occasionally to watch different people having sex. The first group they watched was two couples fucking next to each other on a bed. Jen whispered into John’s ear, “You think they are swapping partners?”

John answered, “I bet so.” They continued watching for a few minutes and then wandered to the next alcove. On the bed was an attractive woman about Jen’s age servicing two men at the same time. One man appeared about her age and the other much younger in his early 20’s.

John whispered into Jen’s ear, “I bet you’d like that.”

Jen replied, “Oh fuck yes. That looks hot.” They continued watching the woman get spit roasted on her hands and knees, with one cock in her pussy and one in her mouth. Jen asked, “You think the older guy is her husband and the young guy they just picked up here?”

John replied, “That sounds likely.” They watched for a bit and then moved on to the next few alcoves. They were enjoying being voyeurs and guessing at the back story behind each group they watched.

After they had been at the club for a couple hours, Jen looked at John and said, “This is making my really horny. My panties are soaked.”

John responded, “I think I can help with that.”

Jen remarked, “I know you can. But I’m not fucking you here. Take me back to the hotel.” John nodded and took Jen’s hand and fethiye escort led her to the door. They exited the club, walked back to the main street and hailed a taxi. They didn’t say a word in the taxi on the way back to the hotel and just fondled each other over the tops of their clothes.

Once at the hotel, they paid the driver and quickly made their way to the elevator and up to their room. They barely made it inside before John pushed Jen against the wall of the room right inside the door. He pulled up her dress, ripped off her tiny thong, unzipped his pants and rammed his already hard cock in her dripping wet pussy from behind. He continued thrusting inside her as hard as he could as they wildly fucked. They both came quickly with explosive orgasms.

After regaining their breath, they finished undressing, moved to the bed and discussed what they had just seen at the club. They shared their memories describing in detail the various sex scenes and groups as if the other had not been there. Talking about it and reliving their voyeurism from only a short while earlier turned them on and they ended up fucking again. After another big climax, they collapsed on the bed.

Jen exclaimed, “Remind me to thank that couple from the pub if we ever see them again.”

John replied, “Yes. That may have been the best recommendation ever.”

The next morning John awoke early and got ready for work. He apologized to Jen, “Sorry babe. We have a long day working on the deal today. We probably will be working late tonight.”

Jen replied, “That’s ok. I’ll find something to do to entertain myself.”

Jen went sightseeing in the city for most of the day. She returned to the hotel late in the afternoon and took a nap. She awoke to a text from John confirming they were in fact going to be working late. Jen lounged for a while in the room but became quite bored. She started thinking about the sex club they visited the night before and what they saw.

After a while Jen decided it was time for dinner but didn’t feel like room service. So, she cleaned up and went out to dinner. On the taxi ride to dinner she passed the spot where the taxi had dropped them near the sex club the night before. She barely noticed and didn’t think much of it. Jen continued to dinner at a restaurant not too far from the pub they had been the night before. The restaurant was quiet, and dinner was uneventful. She texted John. He replied that they were still going to be working for a while and not to wait up.

Jen wasn’t ready to go back to the hotel yet. She thought to herself that maybe she could go to the sex club and just watch again. That would get her aroused enough to then go back to the hotel to masturbate and then fall asleep. Yes. That sounded like a solid plan.

Jen took a taxi to the spot where they had stopped the night before. She walked down the side street and came to the wood door. Jen hesitated, then took a deep breath and knocked on the door. As had happened the night before, the deadbolt clicked and then the door opened. The same young lady looked Jen up and down and then smiled and said, “Please come in.”

Jen walked through the door. Once inside she reached into her purse and retrieved some money. The young lady said, “Oh, no need miss. Solo ladies get in free tonight.”

“Great!” Jen exclaimed as she headed toward the left door that led into the bar.

As Jen got to the door, the lady remarked, “Madam’, you must disrobe first.”

Confused, Jen replied, “What?”

The lady explained, “Tonight’s theme is ‘Suits and Lingerie’. Ladies must wear lingerie, or less if they like. Gentlemen must wear a suit and tie.”

Flustered, Jen responded, “I didn’t bring anything special.”

The lady answered, “The dress code is very strict on theme nights. No exceptions.”

Jen thought to herself, shit, the bra and panties she was wearing were sheer see-through white. You could clearly see her nipples through her bra. If you looked, you could see the slit of her shaved pussy through her small G-string, which certainly didn’t cover any of her backside. She hadn’t planned on taking her clothes off. She came to the club just to watch.

Jen hesitated and thought to herself for a moment. She had mustered up the courage to come to the club, which wasn’t easy. She had come this far and didn’t want to head back. So, after a long pause, she decided to go through with it.

Jen went into the small locker room and took off her blouse and skirt. She was wearing black thigh high stay up stockings which she thought really didn’t match her sheer white bra and panties. They at least dressed up her “outfit” from being just plain underwear, so she left them on along with her necklace and high heels. She put her clothes in a combination locker and set the code. She checked herself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and walked out the back door of the locker room and into the club.

Jen was thankful that the first room of the club was not as escort fethiye crowded as the night before. She quickly scampered over to the bar and sat down. She was glad the bar stools had tall backs on the chairs, hiding her G-string clad ass from view. She ordered a martini to calm her nerves and practically chugged it down. Then she ordered another.

After a bit, as Jen was about to finish her second drink, a young man walked over and asked if he could buy her a drink. Jen replied, “Oh, no thank you. I’m not here to hook up; I’m just here to watch tonight.”

The man responded, “No, I wasn’t propositioning you. Just offering to buy you a drink and maybe have a conversation.”

Jen said, “Oh. Ok. I suppose that’s alright.” They ordered two more martinis. The man introduced himself as Mark and they began a casual conversation. This, along with the three martinis, put Jen more at ease.

During a lull in the conversation, Mark pointed toward Jen’s chest and said, “Very nice.” Jen was taken aback and didn’t know what to say. She was slightly flustered that he was so forward and pointing at her breasts. From the look on her face Mark could tell Jen misunderstood what he was saying. He clarified, “The necklace. It is very nice. Where did you get it?”

Realizing the misunderstanding, they both laughed, and Jen said, “Thank you. I got this in a little market in Brazil.” They continued talking about travel, one of Jen’s favorite topics, which put her more at ease. Without her noticing, Mark motioned for the bartender to bring another round of drinks. Before long, their glasses were dry again.

The martinis were quite smooth, so Jen had not noticed that she had put down four of them so quickly. She was drunk. Not falling on the floor drunk, but she was feeling totally relaxed and at ease. She had even forgotten she was wearing nothing but her see through sheer bra and G-string.

They continued talking for a while and then Mark asked Jen if she would like to dance. Jen felt indifferent about Mark, but he provided some interest to past the time, so she went with the flow and agreed. It wasn’t until she stood up that she remembered her panties were just a thin G-string. However, now that the alcohol had kicked in, she didn’t care too much. They danced for a while among a few other couples on the dancefloor.

The men were all wearing suits and the ladies were wearing various forms of lingerie.

Jen’s coordination was impaired, so she let Mark put his hands on her hips to support her and keep her steady. Mark eventually moved his hands around to the back of her waistline. His palms rested on the strap of her G-string and his fingertips extended down to the tops of her ass cheeks. From time to time he would reach his hands further down and rub her ass lightly with his fingertips. His touch felt good, so Jen let him keep his hands there.

Mark was a pretty good dancer and Jen was enjoying herself. As they continued dancing, he placed his hands on Jen’s hips and spun her around until he was behind her. Mark wrapped one arm around her side, placing a hand on her stomach. His other hand was on her hip as he moved in close behind her. He slid his hand softly up her stomach and to the bottom of her bra as he pulled her even closer. Jen could feel the silky fabric of his slacks on her exposed ass cheeks which she thought felt nice.

Jen reached one hand back and placed her palm on the back of her neck. She wasn’t really into Mark, but his touch felt nice. He wasn’t unattractive, Jen just wasn’t into him. Mark responded and slid his hands up Jen’s ribcage to cup the undersides of her breasts. Like a reflex, she unconsciously responded to his touch by moving her hips back into him. With her exposed butt cheeks pressing into his crotch, Jen could feel Mark start to get hard. She could feel the outline of his cock through his slacks as it nestled in between the center of her ass.

They continued to dance for a while. Mark would run his hands up and down the sides of her rib cage as Jen would grind her butt into his crotch. She knew he was getting quite hot for her. Even though she had no interest in sleeping with him, she was being entertained flirting and teasing him.

After a while Jen leaned back into Mark, turned her head to the side, and said, “I need a break.” They returned to their seats at the bar.

Mark asked Jen, “Would you like to see the back room? I can take you back there if you like?”

Jen replied, “No, I told you, I’m not sleeping with you. I’m not that kind of girl. I just came here to watch.”

Mark clarified, “No, I meant I would escort you back there if you wanted to see it since you can’t go back there alone.”

Puzzled, Jen responded, “Really? Why can’t I go back there myself?”

Mark answered, “Not tonight. Club rules. No singles allowed in the playroom tonight.”

Jen acquiesced, “Well, ok I guess. But I’m not having sex with you. I’m a good girl. Just to look around, right?”

Mark fethiye escort bayan agreed, “Yes. Of course.” He explained, “Tonight men are not allowed to go back there fully dressed. Please wait here while I go change.” He went off to the locker room and came out wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He took Jen’s hand and led her to the back room.

The scene was like the night before when Jen was there with John. They walked around and saw several couples going at it. They strolled further along and paused to watch an attractive woman having sex with two young guys. Mark asked Jen, “Would you like to sit down?” as he pointed to a small bed directly across the narrow walkway from the couple they were watching.

Jen was really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. She was drunk and having trouble standing in one place, so she happily agreed to sit. They continued watching the threesome. Jen was mesmerized by the sex act going on in front of them. Unable to focus on more than one thing at a time, she became completely obvious to Mark’s presence sitting next to her as she reclined on the bed.

Mark interrupted her stare and said to Jen, “You can touch yourself if you like. Its perfectly ok.”

Jen dismissed him saying, “No thank you. I’m fine. I’m a good girl. I only came here to watch.” In a trance, Jen continued her stare watching the threesome. After a while, Jen involuntarily started rubbing her hand over her skin without intention or thought. It was as if someone else was moving her hand, not her conscious mind.

She worked her hand down her tight abs and over the small front triangle of her G-string. Jen instinctively pulled her feet closer to her and spread her legs slightly to give herself better access. Like a reflex, she slid her hand inside her panties and started slowly playing with her pussy. This wasn’t an intentional thought or voluntary action. Jen wasn’t trying to masturbate or get off, just unconsciously playing with her pussy while she was in a daze watching the threesome.

Mark and Jen continued watching the woman artfully service the two men. Sucking one and fucking the other. Jen thought that it wasn’t just sex or a live porn movie she was watching, but more like watching an erotic ballet. The woman was servicing the two men with such grace. She was in total control of her body as well as the two men. Jen was studying how all three of their bodies moved together. The way all three moved their bodies in sync was poetic. Jen could barely take her eyes off them.

Jen glanced over and noticed Mark’s towel was no longer covering him. He had his rock-hard cock in his hand and was slowly jerking off. She didn’t think much of it and showed no interest. She returned her gaze to watching the sex scene across the walkway while she continued massaging her clit.

One of the guys that was fucking the woman started to really thrust into her pussy from behind. He increased his pace rapidly. In response, Jen started to rub her clit faster. She subconsciously matched the pace of the guy fucking the woman. Before long, Jen began to feel an orgasm boil up inside her. She continued rubbing her clit. The man fucking the woman exploded and dumped a huge load of cum on the woman’s ass. The sight of the cum shooting from his cock sent Jen over the edge as she arched her back, bit her lip, convulsed and exploded herself.

After Jen came to, she looked over at Mark who was still stroking his cock. She glanced back at the threesome. The men had switched places and now the other man was fucking the woman from behind. Jen continued watching, switching her gaze back and forth from the sex scene to staring at Mark’s cock as he jerked it next to her. Even though she had already cum, Jen continued playing with her pussy. Her clit was becoming overly sensitive, but it still felt good to rub it.

As Mark continued stroking his cock, he leaned over and asked, “I’m getting really close. I’d love to cum on your beautiful tits. May I?” Jen kept her gaze on the threesome. She was still drunk and neither granted nor denied Mark’s request. Mark got up and knelt between Jen’s legs facing her. Jen did nothing to encourage or discourage Mark, but simply moved her head so she could continue watching the threesome. Jen’s legs were spread wide as Mark moved between them. She continued playing with her pussy.

As Mark resumed stroking his cock, he moved forward in between Jen’s legs and closer to her crotch. He pushed her thighs further apart with his knees and legs as if he was getting ready to fuck her. Jen’s wet, pulsating pussy was spread wide just below his cock as he stroked it. Jen thought he was going to drop on top of her at any second and plunge his cock deep in her pussy. At that point, she almost didn’t mind if he did. However, Jen was glad he didn’t as she didn’t really want to fuck him and it wasn’t likely she would have stopped him.

Mark asked Jen to take off her bra. With her gaze still fixed on the threesome, Jen seemingly didn’t hear him and didn’t acknowledge his request. After a few moments, Jen casually reached around her back and unclasped her bra. She slid off her bra and continued rubbing her swollen clit.

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One by one, we slowly regain our senses. First he does, and clumsily rolls off us, which knocks us into consciousness. We laugh at him, all arms and legs like a baby giraffe as he tries to get off the bed. He gives us a quick playful spank each and then works on untying us. As soon as I’m free, I stretch like a cat, releasing all the tension left in my stiff muscles. Some of the cum has dried on my skin, giving me an unpleasant crusty feel, but in most places it’s still wet, but has turned cold and makes me shiver.

‘I think I need a shower,’ I say to him, as he’s carefully coiling the rope up around his arm and hand.

‘Me toooo!’ she whines playfully.

‘I’ll race you then,’ i say with a wink as I’m already jumping up and heading for the bedroom door.

‘That’s not fair! Daddy! She’s not being fair!’ She’s giggling, he’s giggling and I’m grinning wider than I have before in my adult life. I run down the hall and into the bathroom. The shower head spurts into action as I turn the knob all the way around. I love hot showers. The steam soon fills the room, filling my airways and cleaning my pores. I carefully step into the powerful stream, closing my eyes, concentrating on the feel of the water on my skin. I reach my hand out to grab some gel or soap, and pick up the first thing that feels right in my hands. I open the cap and inhale the scent. It smells like him. Logical that it would, but it still surprised me and reminded me of his burly arms around me, kissing my neck. I lather the gel in my hands, and start rubbing the silky bubbles all over me, paying particular attention to my many crevices.

‘Now don’t forget that adorable little arse hole Kitten.’

I freeze, and slowly look around. He is sitting on marmaris escort the toilet seat, with his babygirl on his knee and they are both watching me, she is rubbing his cock and he is strumming her clit. Their eyes are hungry for me to continue. A bit stunned, and a sudden wave of performance nerves hitting me, I turn back around, facing the shower head and proceed to rub the bubbles across my butt cheeks and down my crack, circling around my anus. I can hear their appreciation, with moans, sped up movements. I move slowly, thinking about every move my body made. Playing that burlesque tune in my head again. Confidence overshadowed the nervousness and I grabbed the showerhead. Methodically I rinse myself, elongating my neck and arching my back like a model. Just focus on the water, I tell myself, feeling it pour over my breasts, my nipples, down my belly, collecting in my navel and running down my thighs. Then I move it to my back, feeling the heat on my shoulders, down my spine and sliding down my groove leading to my little star. The trickle feels good, and I reach down with my fingers and spread my cheeks apart slightly, so I can get better access.

My fingertip gently pushes and prods and circles the muscle, until it makes its way in. I really do neglect myself when it comes to self gratification, so for a minute I completely forget about my audience and just pump my finger in and out of my tight hole, enjoying the naughtiness of it all. One thing would make this better. I squat down, and position the showerhead below me, the powerful jets shooting upward directly onto my vulva. My clit comes alive again, and I’m already close to cumming again. My moans are getting higher in pitch and they echo and resound in the bathroom. Before marmaris escort bayan I can even register it, I feel two hands on the side of my head, and my face is pulled towards a body. My lips brush pubic hair and I instinctively start licking. I find a the familiar slit of her pussy and I dive my tongue deeper, seeking out her clit and I lap and flick her button as I make myself cum, trying to make her cum too.

‘As much as I’m loving this,’ he says in a groan, ‘we either need to fuck again or wash ourselves, and my dick is feeling a bit raw at this point.’

We slowly come to a halt, I take my finger out of myself, and pick myself up from the shower floor.

‘I’m sorry Sir. I have been hogging all of the hot water. There’s enough space for a third in here I think.’ I beckon him with my finger in the same motion i liked to use in my pussy. He smiles at me and carefully squeezes in. There probably wasn’t enough room, but it was funny, all of our slippery bodies sliding off each other as we joke about it being the sexiest game of sardines that they’ve played. I take the showerhead and i wash them both, as methodically as i washed myself. They kissed each other, as i hosed off the sweat, the cum and caressed them. I imagine what they’re feeling. The amazing bond they have, the incredible trust that they have, that they invited me to take part in this; a stranger. I just feel this incredible admiration and even love for these two that I wasn’t expecting. I just want to take care of them.

Once everyone was clean, I stepped out and started to get myself dried. They kept on kissing, massaging and holding each other. They are so sweet together. I leave them to it, and I make my way to the bedroom to retrieve my clothes. As I escort marmaris put on my carefully chosen outfit from this morning, which was so quickly discarded, I think back to the flirting, the excitement, the anticipation of the last week or two, and how this was the perfect climax of all of that tension. I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did. I definitely don’t want this to be the end of this romance; and it is that, a romance. This wasn’t a fuck. I knew that intrinsically.

I look around at our playground for the afternoon. Bed clothes strewn about the floor, wet patches on the sheets, toys used and then forgotten in fervour and excitement. It was a tableau of the amazing experience that we had shared today. But to any one else, it probably looked a bit gross.

A little while later, the lovebirds emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in towels and smiles. When they come into the bedroom, expecting chaos, they were met with a bed made with clean sheets, all the toys cleaned and put away, and their clothes neatly folded on the chest of drawers. Surprised, they quickly get dressed and head downstairs to find me, lounging on the sofa with the four cats he owns, eyes closed, as if napping. The washing machine whirring, and a full pot of tea sitting on the coffee table, whispers of steam escaping from the spout. He leans over and kisses me on the forehead which wakes me up.

‘I didn’t mean to doze off, I’m sorry.’

‘There’s no need to be sorry sweetie’, she says stroking my leg, like she would one of the cats.

I looked over at the clock, and saw the time.

‘Oh shit. I should really get going.’

They help me get my stuff together and we laugh and thank each other for the fun. They walk me to the door.

I hug them both and say goodbye, hoping that I’ll see them again, but not expecting anything. As I walk down the street a few steps, he calls out to me.

‘Don’t be a stranger now!’.

My smile is not going away now.

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December 12, 193_,

My writing of these reminisces remains secret as I had planned; kept in a locked drawer of my desk between the times at which I add to them, they are safe from prying eyes. I can feel secure that they will be unread by anyone before the turn of the next millennium.

The very act of penning the first tale added to the joy of reliving the incidents in my mind and brought a warmth to me that I very much wish to continue. Thus I am beginning my second writing soon after finishing the first and sending it to my solicitors.

As in the earlier writing, dates, names and places have been changed to protect my identity and those of the other participants. No blue-nosed hypocrite shall find fertile ground here for his persecution of those who do not think or act in accord with his narrow vision of human sexuality.

To those who read this at some future time: enjoy it if you will; discard it if you can’t. But I remain sanguine in my knowledge that whatever the level of approbation or censure it receives, I shall be beyond knowing or caring.

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The troop train on which I was riding that late July afternoon in 191_ was stifling; the windows had to remain closed to prevent our asphyxiation by the coal smoke that was issuing copiously from the engine and there was not a vacant seat in my car. To add to our discomfort, the army had decreed in its wisdom that we must wear our dress uniforms when traveling by military train without respect to the weather or our comfort. The top ranks of course used a more congenial form of transport. I had had the option of taking a civilian train, but the war had caused the conversion of most civilian trains to military use and it would have been days until I was able to board even a train of uncertain destinations and timetable.

I had just spent three weeks in a military hospital, recovering from wounds received fighting in the trenches in France. My presence in the trenches was happenstance for I was Captain of Supply and was usually far enough behind the lines that I was beyond the range of even the long-range German guns. On this occasion a large enemy assault had forced Headquarters to throw the nominal non-combatants into the line and I had found myself in a trench when the Huns overran it. I was wounded, but my position was quickly retaken and I was spared the ignominy of capture.

My evacuation to a field hospital where my wounds were treated was followed by transport on a troop ship back to England where I enjoyed the hospitality of the Army Medical Corps until I was judged well enough to be sent home on convalescent leave. The wound in my right shoulder still gave me a certain amount of discomfort and my arm was in a sling. The curious circumstance about my wound was that sometimes the pain seemed to migrate to my leg. The Army Doctors had said that there was no injury there and they had found no reason for it except for some babble about hysterical pain; a transparent attempt to cover their ignorance.

I was headed for the home of my older sister Mary in Sussex. She and her husband James had firmly insisted that I spend as much of my leave as I desired with them and I had gratefully agreed. My parents, Edward and Katherine A_, had both urged me to stay with Mary at least for the remainder of the summer for London was extremely uncomfortable during August and the country would be better both for my physical and mental states. There were always people coming and going at Mary’s house and I would have company if I desired it, though the house was big enough that I could be alone as much as I needed.

My parents lived in London and had regularly been to see me in the hospital. Mother had taken a hotel room during the first few weeks of my incarceration and stayed there while father traveled back and forth to London to attend to his sizable commercial holdings. I can’t say that my stay was pleasant, but the presence of the two of them made it much more bearable and I was most grateful.

The landscape began to be familiar and I knew I was approaching my station. I gingerly prepared myself for standing, and when my station was called I slowly arose, took my duffel with my left hand and headed for the exit. As the train came to a stop amidst clouds of steam and squealing brakes, I descended to the platform. As I set foot upon solid ground once again, I heard a feminine voice yelling,

“There he is!”

I looked up and saw four exquisite examples of the female sex making their way toward me through the crowd; my sister Mary, my niece Penelope and two of an age with Penelope whom I did not know.

Penelope was the first to reach me and she gave me light hug and a kiss on the cheek, carefully avoiding my encased right arm. I dropped the duffel and returned the hug.

“Welcome back, Uncle Alfred,” she said excitedly.

“Thanks, Penny, it’s good to be home,” I said.

She gave a little mock pout. She had been called Penny when she was younger, but now went by Penelope. She allowed me this liberty because, she said, I was her trabzon escort favorite uncle.

Mary came up to me and repeated Penny’s performance.

“It’s so good to have you back Alfred,” she said. “We were so worried when we heard you were wounded. How are you feeling.”

“The shoulder still bothers me,” I said. “But all I need is some rest and tender loving care to make it right.”

“Well, you’ve certainly come to the right place for that,” she said with a smile. “Let me introduce you to Penelope’s classmates.”

She turned toward the two other girls and put her hand on the shoulder of one of them. “Alfred, this is Marjorie, Marjorie my brother Alfred.”

Marjorie was a slender, vibrant looking girl with dark hair and wide inquisitive brown eyes. I bowed slightly to her and said,

“I am pleased to meet you, Marjorie.”

She smiled and said, “Pleased to meet you.”

Mary touched the shoulder of the other girl and said, “And this is Susan.”

Susan was a well-proportioned girl with blond hair and deep blue eyes. Here figure bordered on voluptuousness and it was clear that in a few years this trait would develop most enticingly.

“I am most pleased to make your acquaintance,” I said as I bowed slightly.

She giggled at the formality of my words, which I had made purposely pompous in order to see if I could evoke a laugh.

As if to beat me at my own game, she curtsied low and arose.

“I am most honored to meet you, Captain” she said with a twinkle in her eye.

Mary smiled indulgently at us and said, “The carriage is right over here.”

Penelope and Marjorie reached for my duffel at the same time and after a brief confrontation, agreed that they would both carry it.

The ride to the estate was pleasant; the girls were excited and pelted me with questions about how I was wounded, what it was like at the front and what it was like for nurses (Marjorie was considering becoming a nurse.) As we approached the end of our journey, my shoulder began to ache more insistently and I resolved that when we arrived I would take one of the morphia tablets I had been given for pain. I had obtained them at the hospital before I left, but had not needed them heretofore.

I was given a room on the ground floor in a wing that was little used so that I could have whatever privacy I desired. There was a rope pull near the bed for summoning a servant, and I was left alone to rest and refresh myself until such time as I would make an appearance. I was told that dinner was at six, but that I could have it in bed if I so desired. When I was alone I took the morphia, laid down on my bed without disrobing, and promptly fell asleep.

I awoke muzzily but relatively free of pain. Washing and dressing were slow processes, but by ten minutes until six I was presentable and made my way to the parlour where the house’s inhabitants were gathered for a preprandial drink. Susan and Marjorie were there as well, for, as I had been informed, they and Penelope were preparing for a party to celebrate their commencement from the girl’s school they had attended.

James led me to a large, comfortable chair and asked, “What will you have to drink, Alfred?”

“Whisky and soda, please,” I responded.

The drink and the meal, taken with the background of the three girls discussing their party, were most soothing. Mary, James and I caught up on the family happenings and I told them about some of my experiences in the Army. My attention began to fade shortly after the end of the meal and I excused myself, went back to my room, took another tablet of morphia, undressed and went to bed. My sleep was deep and undisturbed.

I languished in bed the next morning, feeling well rested but not interested in any activity. In the late morning the nurse who had been assigned by the Army to make periodic visits to me during my convalescence arrived.

“Good morning, Mr. A,” she said as she came into my room after my invitation in response to her knock. “I’m Nurse Sandra M and I’ll be stopping in from time to time to see how you are doing.”

She had an engaging smile and was a full figured woman with light brown hair and entrancing eyes. Her nurse’s uniform displayed her curves without any hint of subterfuge. I felt a stirring in my loins, for I had not made love to a woman since an unsatisfactory encounter with a lady of the evening in France three months previously. I surreptitiously shifted my position so as not to reveal my reaction.

“Good morning,” I said. “I’m sure that I’ll not find your visits intrusive.”

She smiled at that and began unwrapping my shoulder. We talked of this and that as she worked. She was from a nearby town, was unmarried and had been working as a nurse on the home front since the war began. The pleasant conversation, her closeness and the faint odor of lilacs that she exuded were producing a definite response in me. I had to change my position twice to avoid displaying my increasing turgidity. It was for naught; she finally stopped pretending not to notice and trabzon escort bayan reached down and gave my manhood a light squeeze through the sheet, producing a noticeable jerk of my legs.

“I suspect you haven’t been with a woman for some time. Is that true?” she asked in a low sultry voice.

“That’s true,” I replied in a croak as she started to move her hand up and down.

She reached up and pulled the sheet down around my ankles and regained her hold on my manhood. Her touch was exquisitely exciting and I moaned as she resumed her up and down motion.

“I don’t do this for all of my patients,” she said teasingly. “But your reaction to me shows you to be a truly deserving one and I can’t resist a patient in need.”

My only response to this was a long exhalation and an arching of my back. Soon she leaned over and lightly licked the underside of my manhood producing another moan and gritting of my teeth. She put me inside of her mouth and began slowly moving her head up and down as her tongue continued its laving of my most sensitive area. The sensation produced by her soft mouth and slightly rough tongue was rapidly producing a climax. She sensed it and began to quicken her head and tongue movements. I reached down and put my hands on the back of her head as if to keep her from discontinuing her ministrations, but that necessity never arose as her fellating of me continued unabated. My climax came and I made one tremendous thrust of my pelvis into her face. She continued her attentions to my manhood as I shot a second, then a third portion of love juice into her mouth. She swallowed it all, seemingly without effort and kept me in her mouth as I rapidly shrank. Eventually, my flaccid love tool slipped from between her smiling lips and she reached for the sheet and brought it up to my chest. She straightened up and began to collect her implements.

“I want to bring you pleasure,” I told her.

She turned toward me and smiled. “Later, perhaps, if you still want to. Now you need to get your strength back. You needed that more than I do.”

With that she picked up her bag and was gone.

Hunger drove me to the parlour just shy of the luncheon hour to find Mary and the three girls heading into the dining room. James, I was told, was off attending to business.

Penelope came over to me, took my good arm and eyed me critically.

“You look better rested, but undernourished,” she said. “A few weeks of Mrs. T’s cooking will do wonders for you.”

“I’m certainly ready for it,” I said as she led me into the dining room. “The Army’s cooks are not renowned for their haute cuisine.”

During luncheon I discovered that the party would be the next evening in the ballroom and there would be a shortage of young men because of the war. The girls unanimously urged me to attend the party, even if I felt like staying only a short while. I agreed, not reluctantly, as the thought of being one of the few males in a room full of young women for an evening appealed to me, especially since I would likely be the oldest man there and would have the added attraction of being a wounded war hero.

Afternoon passed languidly into evening and I retired somewhat later than I had the night before. I was feeling pleasantly tired and with little pain, so I eschewed the morphia before getting into bed. I was asleep within minutes.

Some time later I was awakened by a sound. Looking around in the almost pitch-blackness, I saw movement near the door and shortly a figure moved toward me. I could tell it was a woman, but her identity was hidden by the dark. Her robe fell from her shoulders onto the floor and I could tell she was nude. She moved toward the bed and I slid to my left to make room. She pulled down the sheet, sliding into bed and up against me in one move. She gave me a light kiss, then began applying kisses down my body toward my loins. I brought my left arm down from behind my head to caress her, but she returned it to its previous position. Satisfied to allow her full reign of my body without interference, I laid back and reveled in her attentions.

Her right hand stroked the inside of my thighs as her mouth reached my pubic hair. She grabbed some of my pubic hair between her teeth and gave it a playful tug, emitting a little giggle as she did so. Her right hand reached my testicles and caressed and squeezed them gently as her mouth slid lower toward my manhood. Then she took my love muscle in her hand and guided it toward her mouth. I could feel her left hand going between her legs as she changed position slightly to allow it access, and soon she was moving that hand briskly. She began using her tongue on the tip of my manhood as her hand slowly stroked up and down; intermittently her tongue touched the sensitive underside and my back involuntarily arched slightly as I gave a soft groan.

Just as I felt that I would explode into her mouth, she released me and swiftly, though with great care for my injured shoulder, straddled my hips. Reaching down she grabbed me with her hand and with a escort trabzon slight shift of her position, placed the tip of my manhood into her. She rocked slowly back and forth, sliding my root into her a bit further with each forward movement. Finally I was completely inside of her and she leaned forward, braced her hands against my chest, and resumed her rocking motion in earnest. I longed to reach out and fondle her breasts, which I knew were swaying erotically only a slight distance away from my face, but she had come to me and made the rules of our encounter, so I stayed my hands. The intense pleasure of my manhood sliding in and out of her soft, moist vagina was building my excitement at an increasing rate.

Slight gasps began to escape her lips as she continued her movements; we both were approaching climax. Her thrusts became more rapid and shortly her body began to writhe and her rapid breathing turned into moans of ecstasy. She came with a slight grunt but continued her movements and rapidly climaxed twice more. The knowledge of this incredible woman having multiple orgasms while astride me, though I could not see her, gave me the final incentive I need. I grabbed the sheet in both hands, threw my head back and gave a mighty thrust of my pelvis as I shot my first load of love juice into her. She maintained her position by squeezing her legs together and grasping my hips tightly. My second and third ejaculations were less violent, but by no means less pleasurable. Finally I began to subside and as I did so she became still except for her rapid breathing. We rested for a few moments in that position then she gingerly dismounted, left the bed and bent over to regain the robe she had discarded before our carnal encounter.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

She gently put two fingers over my mouth, fastened her robe and silently left the room.

To say that I was bemused would be understating the situation. There were three young ladies in the house who could have been my partner. None of the female servants had the youth that I had sensed in her and neither had Mary. I was not naïve enough to believe that going to a proper girls’ school would keep any young woman from gaining sexual experience if she had sufficient pluck and curiosity, no matter how mightily her parents might wish it. I turned over what I had observed of Penelope’s two friends, and what I had learned of Penelope during her entire lifetime, but could come to no firm conclusion. I was leaning toward Susan because of our exchange at the train station, but had Penelope’s touches since I had arrived been as innocent as they seemed at the time? And Marjorie? Could I have mistaken sexual interest in her eyes for innocent interest? It was a pleasant exercise, but somnolence soon overtook me and I slipped into a satisfied sleep.

I arose well-rested the next morning and continued my guessing game as I performed my ablutions, but to no more certain conclusion than I had the night before. Making my way to the dining room, I found Mary there alone drinking tea.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Good morning, Alfred,” Mary said with a smile. “Come join me. Everyone else has finished but I’ll keep you company while you eat.”

“Delighted,” I said. Mary and I had been close as we grew up and although she was older than I was, she hadn’t had the disdain for younger brothers that an older sister often has. In fact, I had never known her to treat anyone with less than courtesy, and she had an open, honest demeanor.

The eggs and bacon were hot and plentiful, and Mrs. T made sourdough bread that enticed the palate like no other. Unlike most of my countrymen, I preferred coffee to tea and was kept in good supply throughout the meal. I learned that the party was to begin at seven. I had no formal attire with me since I had not stopped by my home on the way, but Mary assured me that James was of a size with me and that I could borrow one of his dinner jackets.

After breakfast Mary had to leave to help in the final preparations for the evening’s gala, so I was left to my own devices. I went to the library to look for reading material to pass the time and found it much as I had remembered, though more shelves had been added. As I inspected the visible tomes, I found a tall, narrow cabinet in the back on which the doors were closed and upon further inspection, found that the doors were locked. Curiosity impelled me to search for the key, and shortly I found a likely candidate in the top left drawer of the massive walnut desk near the window.

I tried the key and found that it unlocked the cabinet quite easily. As I opened the doors I caught sight of a number of shelves with books of varied thickness and a number of manuscripts on the lowest shelf. I removed one of the books from top shelf and found that it was entitled My Secret Life. Intrigued, I opened the cover and found that it was a privately written book detailing the sexual exploits of an anonymous Victorian gentleman. Upon further investigation, I found that all of the volumes contained erotic literature. Extending my inquiry to the manuscripts on the bottom shelf, I found that they too were filled with erotic passages and they all appeared to be written in the same hand. Judicious searching in the desk drawers confirmed that the hand was that of my brother-in-law James.

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Kelly:

I was just getting home from work and it was 7:30 PM and I thought I would give George a call. I dialed his number.

“Hello?” Greg answered.

“Is George there?” I asked.

“Just a minute…DAD, some lady is on the phone for you.” I heard Greg yelled.

“Hello?” George answered.

“Hi. It’s me, Kelly.” I answered.

“Oh, hi babe. I can’t talk right now; can I call you back?” George asked me.

“Sure.” I said.

“Okay, bye honeys.” George said.

“Bye.”

We hung up and I went to my room and lied down on my bed and started to finger myself. I thought of George’s sexy voice and how he sounded just like my math teacher. My thumb rubbed my clit as my two fingers went in and out of my pussy. Oh, it felt so nice.

After I had my orgasm, I got up and put on my silk white nightgown with buttons. I was such in a sexy mood. I wanted George. George needed me. It was about 9:45 PM when I decided to call George again. This time he answered.

“Hello?” George answered.

“Hey baby how are you?” I asked.

“I’m good, sexy, and you?” George replied.

“I’m great, just feeling a bit hot and horny right now.” I said.

“Mmm…I like that. Can you touch yourself for me right now, Kelly?” George asked marmaris escort me.

“Yes, I can. Let me remove my nightgown.” I told George.

“Yeah, baby, remove it and then touch your tits. Does it feel good?” “Yes, it does.”

“Mmm…Now stroke you’re pussy for me, baby.”

“OK, I am fingering my pussy”.

The conversation went on till about 1:30 in the morning. I was going to be so tired in school tomorrow that it wasn’t even funny. The next day at school, I was sleeping in my math class. Mr. Thompson woke me up whispering “Dick Sucker wake up.” I woke up in an instant but I think it was just a dream. After math class was over with, I went to my locker to re-apply my make up. Greg Thompson came up to me.

“Hey Kelly, what’s up?” Greg said.

“Oh, nothing. Just re-applying my make up.” I answered.

“Well I was wondering if you’d like to be my prom date.” Greg asked.

“Why me as your prom date?” I asked Greg.

“Because I liked you since the 8th grade even though I picked on you back then. So would you like to be my prom queen this year?” Greg replied.

“Sure…are you going to get a limo or are we going to take a car and drive?” I asked.

“My friend Mike and his girl Samantha are going to give us a ride. We all are going marmaris escort bayan to prom together. You know who Samantha Webb is right?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Good. That way you’ll have a female to talk to also while you’re at the prom and Mike and I are in our own worlds.” Greg said with a laugh.

Samantha Webb was long blond hair, green eyes, 5’8, and 115lbs. and she was Greg’s girlfriend last year. Samantha and Greg dumped each other because Greg caught Samantha sleeping with Mike and so that’s how Mike and Samantha became a couple. I was so happy Greg had asked me to the prom because I really like him. It was after school when I got home and I signed on and I saw “I_Luv_Pussy” online so I IM’ed him.

dik_sucker_2000: Hey George 🙂

I_Luv_Pussy: This is not George, this is his son, Greg may I ask who this is?

dik_sucker_2000: Kelly. His girlfriend.

I_Luv_Pussy: Kelly who???

dik_sucker_2000: Kelly Robinson.

I_Luv_Pussy: OH! So where are you from? I go to school with a girl named Kelly but I bet you’re around my dad’s age LOL. Kelly also has the same last name as you.

dik_sucker_2000: Well I am from Michigan.

I_Luv_Pussy: Really?? So am I! How old are you Kelly?

That is when I signed off. escort marmaris I didn’t want to reveal my age to Greg. I was catching on to this whole little scheme. My math teacher…. and his son…. obviously wants…me…and only me. What would of Greg do if I would have told him how old I was? What if he found out that his dad and I was having affair? So I signed off and lied on my bed thinking and that is when the telephone rang.

“Hello?’ I answered.

“Is Kelly there?” Some man asked. “This is she.” I said.

“Hi Kelly, it’s me, Greg, and I was wondering, do you have the Internet?” Greg asked.

I paused there for a moment thinking of what to say.

“Yes, I do have the Internet…why?”

“Well, is your screen name dick sucker 2000?” Greg asked.

“Umm no. I am perverted but not that perverted, besides cyber sex is dumb.”

“OK hun, just wondering, bye love ya.”

Greg and I hung up. I went and lied back down on my bed and I said to myself maybe something good could of come out of this after all, but why do I must have to keep this a secret from Greg? It is my duty because I am his girlfriend and I must tell him, but what if he dumps me and goes back with Samantha? Or if he tells the whole school I am having an affair with his dad? How will I face my senior year in high school?

I decided to call George around 5:00 because Greg is going to be at his mother’s house then. I figured it would be safer to call then.

Part Four coming soon!

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