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Wife’s awakening to a sexual pathway

Author’s note: this is a recollection that had numerous gaps in my memory of the occasion. Valerie was more than able to fill me in with all the details as it was really her story.

******

Maybe because we took a less travelled path in life we were an uncommon couple. We never had children but we were always deeply connected, very much in love and into each other.

Both of us with strong sex drives, we were mutually interested in ways to spice up our marriage. Helping that out, Val was just getting into dressing a little provocatively, to show off a little on our date nights and this evening went to that direction.

Not swingers by any means, we were committed to each other but came to understand that sometimes including others in our sexual activities or selectively sharing was something we could handle.

We had a couple of experiences with our friend, Amy*, and it was nothing but positive. We loved the excitement it gave us. Sex could be even more fun if a couple allowed for a little expansion of “normal” sexual conduct.

*****

Valerie had turned 30 and I was just over 32 when we moved to Sacramento and we were just getting to know the place. A new gal acquaintance of Val’s with some of the same tastes in music invited us to a club on the other side of town so we were to meet up with them and a small group of their friends.

Getting ready, she entered the bedroom for a clothing appraisal from me. I liked what I saw and remarked, “Wow! That’s pretty sexy for an old married gal.”

For this Saturday night out Val dressed in a high-waisted black dress with a flared skirt that rode about 3-4 inches above the knee. The upper part of the dress was an enticing halter top which called attention to her bralessness.

It was like a cocktail dress that was meant for dancing but she topped that with her choice of underwear.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet”, as she lifted up the hem of her dress to show me her brand new garter belt and stockings. Bright white lace straps and white bikini panties. I was a little shocked as I didn’t expect that display but I shouldn’t underestimate my woman. She knows how to dress to please and she was getting more and more uninhibited all the time.

“I’m going to flash you every once and awhile so you can see how sexy your wife can be. That’ll get your motor runnin’, you old married guy.”

With that, I got a twirl and her skirt flared out to expose the white ensemble.

This motion would be significant as the evening progressed.

Four couples met up at the bar/club and we stuffed ourselves into a hugely oversized curved booth that was off to the side, not facing the dance floor directly. A little dark, not private, but out of traffic.

We paired off with one couple immediately for light conversation. The man was also a Thomas but he went with Thom as opposed to my “Tom”. Neither of us can remember the wife’s name.

Thom was rather handsome with a dark complexion, great hair and blue eyes. This is a fact retrieved from Valerie’s memory and she was quite certain of it. Except for the hair, I couldn’t pick him out of a lineup.

They were both slightly older than us, probably by ten years. Thom was very charming and funny and he caught the attention of my wife, even whispering to me, “Wow, that guy is good looking.”

I recall a negative return from me, “Yeah, but he’s a little short, don’t you think?”

I suppose he was five-eight which happens to be the exact height of Valerie.

My wife responded with a teasing, “not really, he’ll do.”

It was that coy response that told me she was attracted to him.

The unfortunately unnamed wife was nice looking as we recall but we didn’t really interact with her that night so she’s almost lost to memory.

The usual chatter, conversation and laughter surrounded the booth but from the start Thom paid quite a bit of attention to Valerie who was eating it up. The wife was being ignored but maybe this was their manner. He flirted while she talked to the other women. Some couples do this.

His attention evolved into dancing. His woman not being interested, he repeatedly went for Val. I really did not have a problem with this as I was nursing a recent sports injury to my ankle and was not going to be available this night at all. Valerie was in a great mood and eager to dance so they hit the floor and stayed there for quite some time.

I watched them occasionally and noticed a pretty strong connection. It was kind of a flirtatious courtship dance as they did the slow kuşadası escort songs very, very close and really got physically into the fast music. That Valerie was into this didn’t bother me at all. I like that other guys find her sexy and attractive.

But…another fun aspect came about in some of the fast swing tunes that had Val spinning and twirling about. Her fairly short, light material skirt rose up to show off those white garters and panties and in that club lighting they practically glowed. Maybe it was a black light but with the contrast of the black dress the undergarments really were visible.

She knew it, too. I could tell in her expression that she knew she was showing off her sexy wardrobe. This was really fun for her. All the men in the room who were attentive to the dance floor waited for the next twirl or spin. Thom was all eyes.

I mentioned it to her when they returned to the booth as the band took a break.

“Val, you are giving the guys a great show with those garters.”

“Don’t ya just know it! And I’ve got Thom totally infatuated. He can’t keep his hands off my butt just to feel them. Did you notice?”

That explained the caresses I saw when they danced a slow song just before break. He repeatedly dropped his hand to her rump and Val was letting him. She was very accepting of the attention.

“I guess you guys think this stuff is really sexy, huh?”

“Well, yeah. A girl with that stuff on sends a message: I like sex and I don’t mind you knowing it.”

Another sexy aspect to her wardrobe came from simply getting into and out of the booth. When she slid around on the vinyl seat her dress came well up her legs. The black stocking tops and white straps were on full display as well as a glimpse of those eye-catching panties.

Val obviously knew this but she didn’t pull the hem down. She was completely unworried and casual about the exposure as this was a purposeful flash. She told me later she got a kick out of it and the attention from the men’s eyes.

That said, I noticed a little coolness from the wives at the table. They didn’t like the flirtatious, immodest behavior from the “new girl”. Thom’s wife was aware of Val’s effect on her husband and it showed.

Her husband wasn’t troubled, though. He was very attracted to my sexy gal. I had gone up to the bar to freshen our drinks and I took notice of their position when I returned. Thom was sitting beside Val and from my approach I could see that his hand was on her leg, just under her dress. He was clearly fondling the garter belt and she was letting him. It was under the table from his wife’s view but from where I was it was obvious.

Coming with our drinks I sat across from the playful couple and, in fact, next to Thom’s wife. Valerie flashed me a beaming smile and a wink. She knew I was aware of his actions and she was telling me she wanted it to continue. It was unmistakable. Valerie was again expanding her sexuality. She liked being noticed that way.

Val left for a bathroom break and I followed to talk to her. We needed to talk.

“Are you okay? I see you are getting quite a bit of attention from that ‘other Thom’ guy. Hell, your legs are the center of attention for the room.”

“Tommy, I’m having so much fun with this. He’s all over me but I’m getting something I haven’t experienced before. I’m some kind of sex object and it’s making me really hot.”

“Let me play, Tom, let me have this fun. Remember, I let you screw Amy and it didn’t do any harm to our marriage. I’m not going to fuck Thom but I love the attention and the touching. He’s all hands and I like feeling desirable.”

“You trumped me, babes. You can be as sexual as you like. Honestly, I’m bursting with pride with this spicy behavior. I keep getting hard-ons.”

“You keep that thing hard, I’m going to need it later. Now look in my purse.”

Val opened up her small bag and there were her white undies. She had taken them off while in the restroom.

“Wow! You are seriously nasty tonight.”

“Yep. I want to feel those fingers on some bare butt. God, it’s making me wet just thinking about it.

I gave her a quick squeeze and rubbed that smooth ass. “It’s your butt. Have your fun, you’re off the leash.”

Something else happened out of my sight but Val filled me in later the next day:

Taking a cool-down break from dancing, Val and Thom went outside to an attached deck area on the other side of the building that was used by people to talk, drink, smoke, whatever.

As they stood at the rail he took it kocaeli escort up a notch, maybe because he had become aware of her nude presentation. He wasn’t just copping a feel like earlier. That was kind of a fondling of the garters and stocking tops.

This time he was caressing the back of her upper thigh and bare ass. She was getting what she wanted; she was being intimately felt-up in a semi-public place.

It didn’t go any further in that few minutes of grab-assing and they heading back inside to our booth. At their arrival Thom’s wife rose up and asked him to come with her. They were off for a time but he returned alone.

He announced to the table, “She is a little pissed at me and took the car. I’m stranded.”

Val: “You don’t have a ride home?”

“Nope. She told me to figure something out. She was leaving right now, alone.”

Valerie piped up, “Where do you live?”

“Roseville.”

“We’ll drive you home. It’s not a problem.”

I didn’t get to say a word at all. Val jumped at the opportunity to extend her evening. It was like Valerie had just picked up a guy at a bar to take home.

What wasn’t obvious to me were her intentions. Did she now want to go further with him? To screw him? Did she want a three-way? She had herself in a lather with all the fondling and removal of her underwear.

We didn’t get to talk about it as we didn’t get a chance. The group was breaking up, saying their good-byes.

The three of us headed to the parking lot and my wife’s 1969 Cutlass. Val was going to drive as I was absolutely intoxicated from drinking all evening.

I was a little surprised when Thom rushed ahead and jumped into the front seat as I compliantly went to the rear seat in this 4-door. It just seemed like the more comfortable choice as three in the front would be crowded.

There was some conversation among us but it was mostly between Val and Thom. I was kinda out of sight, out of mind, in the dark back seat.

These two had been teasing each other all night with their risque’ behavior and their flirty interaction continued. Even though I was trying to be attentive I quietly drifted off to a slumber, no doubt due to my drinking. I couldn’t stay awake to see how the drive was going to play out.

Val picks up the story:

About halfway there I became aware of Tommy having gone to sleep. The other Thom also picked up on this and slid over closely to my side, taking advantage of the bench seat. He whispered in my ear that he was going to make me very happy as he slid his right hand under my dress and into my crotch.

My naked pussy greeted him with a yawning, wet opening. It was primed for attention. He was welcome there. My only words were, “Stay, but be quiet.”

His place was about 30 minutes from the club so there was time for this. We went completely silent and I kept my eyes straight ahead, the car in cruise control as we were on a freeway.

I opened up my legs enough for him to have full access and my hips were rocking to his hand, his middle finger buried in my cunt.

Thom knew what he was doing. His finger probed and undulated inside me but he added a trick as he rolled my clit in a very knowing way. I was very responsive to his actions. I think I was panting.

A nice climax came, quiet but very satisfying; a little heavy breathing, then a release. He was good with his hand and, god, did I need it after all that had gone on that night.

Just after my orgasm I was thinking about you in the back seat and how you would probably have loved to see a man bring me off like that, right in front of you.

Ten minutes later we stopped at his driveway. Neither spoke and there was a long, silent pause; a decisive moment hung in the air.

“I’ll walk you to your door”, I whispered. “Don’t wake Tom with the car door.”

I followed him into the drive and took him around to the side of his house, under one of his windows and just out of sight.

I dropped to my knees and hurriedly and a little roughly unzipped his trousers, yanking his erection clear. It was mine now and I wanted to pay him back for my pleasure in the car.

Although it was very dark I could tell he was pretty good sized and that he was uncircumcised as I was rolling his skin up and down over his prickhead. This was new for me. I was handling a strange cock with foreskin. Even more excitement and novelty for the night!

I jerked him off in record time. Thom shot his load, spraying a little over my face which was very close to his cock. It happened fast as he was very aroused konya escort and I got so excited that I gave him my mouth.

It just happened, I couldn’t help it. I just wanted him to finish in my mouth, to taste him.

I was thinking about his wife being behind one of those windows, probably fast asleep, just like my husband back at the car. Thom and I were sneaking a sex act just out of their sight. Very exciting!

Without saying a word I just left Thom standing there and returned back to the car. My Tom was awake.

“Wow, husband, do I have something to tell you about.”

“I think I know. I can see some stuff on your face”, as the dome light revealed some splatter on her cheek. “Is that what I think it is?”

“It is, I guess. I took Thom over to whack him off as payback for what he did for me in the car. He fingered me and got me off while I was driving. It was real nice….really, really nice.”

“I just intended to jack him off, to give him some relief, ya know. That was sexy enough but I got pretty into it when he started to cum so I went down on him. He got the full treatment.”

I slid over to her and put my hand up her dress to find that bare pussy. Was there more to the story? I was feeling for tracks of Thom on my wife’s snatch.

“Nothing there, baby. I didn’t fuck him. That’s for you and I want to get home as fast as possible so you can do me.”

“What do you think, Tom, are you disgusted by your dirty wife or do you like it?

“Baby, that was pure sexual indulgence but I think we can handle it. What happened tonight was nothing that will hurt us and it sure as hell stimulates us.”

“Sexual indulgence? Hell, yes, but I need sexual gratification. Why don’t you fuck your wife right here in the car, right now? I don’t think I can wait ’til we get home. Take your pants down.”

With that great idea I slipped my shoes and trousers off. Valerie moved the seat back to give a little more room then slipped over to position herself over my upright cock, facing the windshield, in a reverse approach. With no underwear, as those were still in her purse, Val was ready for this.

She leaned to grab the dash and lowered herself onto my waiting shaft. A pause at the entry, then a plunge to depth, my dripping wet wife was impaled and she was happy about it.

“God, baby, I need this cock. Fuck me, fuck your bad girl, fuck me good.”

But she did the fucking as she pounded against me, lifting and dropping into my lap. I just received her bouncing ass while I hung on to those wonderful garter straps that had so much to do with tonight’s sexual adventure.

I came first with Valerie just seconds behind. It was an extended groan that came from her. “Oooooooohh…..”

Our sexual pleasures satisfied, she collapsed and wiggled off me.

Slipping over to the driver’s side Val purred, “”Jesus, that was great sex. I needed that. I couldn’t wait.”

Then, with a sudden awareness of the situation, she looked at me and said, “Wow, I got so horny there I forgot we were right in front of Thom’s house. I wonder if he saw that from his window? I bet he’d want some of that action.”

The windows of the car were completely fogged up but Val had a small towel in the glove box that came in handy. We wiped the windshield to clear it for driving and then she put it under her fanny.

“I don’t want any of your stuff staining my perfect upholstery.”

It was a light comment meant to be funny but she was practical. That Oldsmobile seat shouldn’t forever have a mark of my ejaculate that would most likely drain from her on the ride home.

Our lovemaking was outstanding in the next few weeks as the garter belt exhibitions and the encounter with Thom lit a fire that burned in both of us.

Valerie revved up our sex life with comments about her behavior and “the other man” experience. The way she encouraged him to touch her and then removing her panties for bare skin. How exciting it was to be so sexual with her husband nearby.

This was hot stuff. We both liked it.

We seriously discussed the events of that night and it was understood that this had opened up another pathway in our young sex life; that interacting with other people would probably happen again as we both got something from it.

Val summarized it perfectly: “Maybe you’ve got to get your wife a little strange cock once and awhile. And you can sample some pussy. This might work for us.”

As it happened, we did take advantage of some situations that broadened our sexual activities. As a trusting and caring couple we found no issues that interfered with our relationship. Sex was sex and we were very comfortable with how we handled these dalliances.

note:

*previous stories that relate to ‘Amy’

1) “Barber Gets Personal On A Friend” (Loving Wives)

2) “Brian Sleeps Thru All The Fun” (Loving Wives)

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“And why did you think it worked this time?” Lori looked curiously over the edge of her coffee cup at Eden, as if she was hiding.

“It was a lot of things. The context, the sessions we had been doing at the workshop, the number of hands all over me was incredible…” Eden trailed off, but Lori knew her too well.

“And?”

“And…” Eden paused and took a deep breath. “And it was the audience. I needed people there to be watching me. Louis and I have great sex, but no one ever watches us. That’s the missing factor. That’s the part that’s a bit hard to communicate to him.”

“So what did you tell him when you got home?”

Eden relayed most of the story to Louis the previous weekend. How the body workshop sessions had slowly opened up new feelings about her own pleasure. How she met some other women who seemed to have as many problems as herself. How there was a pleasure performance at the end where Eden had finally, rapturously orgasmed for the first time in years.

She had left out the role that her newfound confidant, Hannah, had played in tying her up, using a vibrator and urging the other participants to use their hands in creative ways on Eden’s body. That could wait.

Louis, for his part, was very happy to hear that Eden had made a breakthrough, and that was enough for him at the moment. Eden suspected that he felt a little emasculated for not having played a bigger role in his wife of ten years orgasm enlightenment. There was much to be explored. But not shared right at this moment with her long-time gal pal.

“I told him most of it. He was very pleased and supportive.”

“Hopefully you can bring it home for him… if you know what I mean.”

Eden gave a sideways grin at Lori as she got up to leave. “I’d better go. See you next week?”

****

Louis didn’t like the conference dinners and after party’s that were par for the course in his job. Just do the work, there was no need to schmooze, he thought. He was expected to be there, and he was, with Eden in tow, who didn’t mind getting out of the house for the evening.

Mingling at the hotel bar was a selection of Louis’ workmates and significant others, talking shop, which was somewhat isolating for the partners who stood taking quick sips from champagne glasses. Eden motioned with her eyes to the two wives she knew quite well, and the group of three retreated to a table to let the gentlemen solve whatever tedious bureaucratic conundrum had grabbed their attention.

Suzanne and Eden had known each other since their husbands, Eric and Louis, had both started working at the company at the same time. Their lives had mirrored ever since with kids born in the same years, and promotions moving the men into offices higher up the building. They didn’t spend much time together socially, but there was enough work-related functions to feel like they bonded. Felicity was new, as was her partner James, joining the ‘family’, as the boss liked to say, in the last year.

Suzanne brought the champagne refills to the table. “So boring. Glad you ladies are here to keep me entertained. And watered.”

“I’m happy to be out of the house! Although, I guess this is a usual Friday for you Felicity? Out on the town, dressed to the nines?”

“Not really. We’re pretty boring really. James works pretty hard still trying to make a good impression. ‘Netflix and chill’ is a typical Friday. This is a nice change.”

“I remember those days,” Suzanne said, “Eric working late while I was home by myself. Didn’t have Netflix in those days though, had to find other ways to keep myself entertained. Am I right ladies?”

Suzanne let out a gruff, single syllable laugh. Eden was used to Suzanne saying what was on her mind, especially after a few drinks. Felicity stared into her champagne while Suzanne continued.

“Often it was surfing the local TV channel looking for some kind of inspiration. Usually an old Bond film, but occasionally, if you were patient, there was enough skin to get you going. You’re spoilt for choice these days Felicity. If you can imagine it, you can find it at the flick of a button.” Suzanne paused so the meaning of her comments had time to ferment. ‘Scuse the pun.”

“What pun?” said Felicity, vainly trying to follow the thread of Suzanne’s thoughts.

“Oh, umm. Flicking the button? Do the kids still say that these days?”

Eden sat with an amused grin on her face, interested to see where this would go. Felicity was clearly in the dark, and Suzanne was oblivious to how in the dark Felicity was.

“Um. I don’t think so.”

“What do they call it these days? Jilling off?”

“Call what?” Felicity searched for some help from Eden, who sat with her chin resting languidly on her hand, her sleepy eyes enjoying the comical scene. She thought she would help Felicity out.

“Suzanne is referring to touching yourself. Masturbation.”

“Oh” Felicity was replaying the last few minutes in her mind. “Oh I see now.” She took a gulp of her drink, and the older duo could see her cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

“You really should be taking advantage of your Friday nights, Felicity. Once the kids come along, rize escort sneaking an hour here or there for some romance can be quite an ordeal. I’m sure you could think of ways to get James home from the office?” Suzanne was pretty boozy by now, maybe she had started earlier than Eden? She continued, slurring her words occasionally, “I know I could think of a few things. Have thought of them. Am thinking of them. I need another drink.”

“I don’t think you do Suzanne,” Eden intervened. “Let me get you a water.”

“I can get it,” Felicity stood up quickly and escaped to the safety of the bar.

“She seems nice. And innocent. What’s with the young folk these days. They live in a sex-saturated society, but don’t seem to be able to talk about it?”

Eden had pondered this before as well, especially as her own children neared the age of independent internet use. “It might be sex-saturated, but that doesn’t mean their communication skills have got any better. They will grow up as repressed as any of us, but with a whole bunch of culture that they don’t know how to process.”

“Well, it might be high time us old folk take up the education baton” Suzanne said presciently.

“Yes,” Eden said as Felicity set three clear glasses on the table. “I’ve certainly learned the value of a little education recently. Thanks Felicity.” Suzanne gave a curious look at Eden, but it let it slide for now.

Felicity shifted in her seat, nervously glancing over at the group still deep in discussion by the bar. She leaned in conspiratorially “Suzanne, what do I do to get James home on a Friday? He seems to like being at the office more than being with me.” She rubbed her eyes that had developed a film over them.

“Oh, my girl,” the motherly Suzanne consoled. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. It is. But, James does work a lot. I just feel a bit neglected. Did you ever have that?”

“Of course,” both Suzanne and Eden replied in unison. Eden took over. “Every marriage, every relationship, is going to go through stages like that. We’ve all been there. You have to work at it.. both of you do.”

“We get on well. We’re great together, we don’t fight, we have the same… values I guess. I just want some more attention.”

Suzanne put on her business face. “Ok. Let’s get practical. What do you do? I mean, what are you currently doing to entice your guy from the office?”

“Um. Well. Shouldn’t he just want to be with me?”

“Yes. And he does. He just needs a little encouragement sometimes. Are you having sex?”

“Yes, of course. Just when he gets home. I’m usually feeling bummed by that stage, so it’s hard to get in to.”

“Yes. But what are you doing to get yourself in the mood?”

“I’m in the mood when he gets me in the mood.”

Eden sat up and joined in at this point. “Felicity, here’s a thing I’ve learnt. It’s not a man’s job to get you in the mood. You are responsible for your own sexuality. Your partner should just be able to enjoy it with you. He doesn’t make it for you. I learnt this much too late.”

Felicity turned this over in her mind. “Hmm’ she said. “Hmm.” Again.

Eden continued “It’s a construct that women can only be sexual because of a partner. You can just be a sexual person, and then invite a partner to be a part of it. It’s a different, and liberating, way to view sexuality.”

“Yes.” Felicity paused and inhaled deeply, “it is different. I’d never thought about it like that. Why haven’t I? Where was this in Sex Ed classes?”

“I often ask that myself “, Eden said. “Felicity, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Do you masturbate?”

****

“What’s James like?”

Eden and Louis were driving home. Louis driving as per their arrangement for outings: whoever got dragged to the event, gets to drink the most.

“James? He’s good. A hard worker.”

“Maybe a little too hard.”

“Oh?”

“Felicity is frustrated he doesn’t come home on Fridays.”

“Yeah, he often stays late. He’s a bit of a perfectionist.”

“Can you encourage him to leave earlier?”

“I could. Why?”

“Because Felicity wants him to. For, you know, intimate times.”

A look of recognition from Louis. “Ah, I see. Is that all you ladies ever talk about.”

Eden playfully slapped Louis’ thigh and let her hand rest there. They drove on in silence, Eden’s hand moving up and down slowly.

As Eden undressed that evening, Louis reclining nude on their bed, she did her best to imagine her fantasy: undressing in front of a crowd of strangers. Try as she might, it just didn’t compare to the real thing. Desire is a drug, she thought, a greedy mistress always wanting more.

Eden snuggled in beside the warm body of her husband, caressing his chest, and eventually awakening his cock. They made love, like they had done maybe a thousand times before. And she enjoyed it, even if the ultimate pay-off was still beyond her. There was still pleasure, and intimacy, and love. Sometimes, that was all the pay-off Eden was after.

****

“Hi Hannah!”

“Hi Eden! Thanks for returning my call.”

It had been a month or so, sakarya escort and Eden and Hannah had left the workshop promising to catch up and compare notes on their progress. Four weeks later it was Hannah that was the instigator.

“No worries. I had meant to call you last week, but, you know. I’ll blame it on kids.”

“Fair enough. How have you been?”

“Great. Lot’s going on. Very busy.”

“What about with what we discussed at the workshop?”

The workshop. The one where Eden had had the audience she craved, and was able to orgasm with the help of Hannah and some compatriots. Hannah and Eden had confided in each other about their mutual quirk of being turned on by being on show. This call was a check-in to see how much progress was being made.

“To be honest, I haven’t got around to trying anything. But it’s ok, I’ve still had some wonderful times with Louis. And I’ve used some of the breathing and body exercises. They work really well.”

“Come on Eden, that’s a cop out. You got to get yourself out there. Feel the rush!”

“Have you?”

“Yes! Of course! I’ve been doing practically nothing but. I went to a nude beach, which was awesome. I went running through the forest, stripped down and masturbated in the open. And this guy caught me! Well. He spied on me. I thought that was creepy to begin with, but then I realised I was the one jerking off in the open, who’s to say who’s creepy eh? He’s nice, I’ll be seeing him again soon.”

“Woah. You really put yourself out there. How do you feel about it?”

“Alive! Great! That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I thought you’d have some stories to tell!”

“Sorry, not this time Hannah. I will. I’ll get on it. Next time. I’ll have some stories. Or, a story. Promise.”

Hannah talked some more about… well, Eden couldn’t quite recall after. It was good to talk to her. Eden was excited to hear that Hannah was learning more about her sexuality. It was just the inspiration that she hoped these catch ups could provide.

Eden thought about her journey over the last few months. Seeing a therapist, practicing pleasure, exposing herself more publicly, going to a workshop, finally letting go and orgasming with the help of the workshop attendees. Where to from here? Is this where she thought this would end? What was the next phase of her journey?

For a start, she wanted to share her newfound sexuality with Louis, for him to be a part of it. Eden didn’t know how to go about that yet. She wanted to reliably orgasm by herself and with Louis, on demand if possible. She wanted to know where the peak of pleasure lay. How much would one have to sacrifice. Reputation? Work? Relationships? She didn’t know, and was anxious about where following the trail might lead. She needed a starting point, and that is what occupied her thoughts for a few days, while she put a plan in place.

****

“Hi Felicity! So glad you could come over.”

“Thanks for the invite. You know what James is like. Putting the hours in.”

“But he needs to put more hours in where it counts, right?”

Felicity agreed. Walking through Eden’s house was like walking through a future she imagined. Clean, open space, entertainer’s kitchen. It was certainly a step up from the 2-bed apartment she and James rented in the city.

“Have a seat, I’ll get some wine.”

Felicity sat on the couch and watched as Eden poured wine with an easy familiarity.

“What do you do for work, Felicity?”

“I’m doing law. I’m at a firm, but it feels like I’m a secretary at the moment. I photocopy, interview clients, write reports. If they ask me to make a coffee I’m quitting.”

“Can you see yourself doing law like the partners at your firm?” Eden made her way around the couch and handed a full glass of white wine, sloshing loosely around the top of the glass, to Felicity.

“Yes. I can. But it feels such a long way away. I don’t know what I want to do with myself.”

“You’re dissatisfied?”

“I just expected it to be different. With work, with James, with…with my sense of contentment. I don’t know what I was hoping for. I’ve always harboured an undercurrent of discontent. Maybe that’s just me?”

“Maybe. And maybe you haven’t found your source yet? It’s easy to think relationships and work will fill that void, but that sense comes from something deeper in our souls.”

“Yes, that’s probably right. You’re very wise.”

“You mean old?”

“You don’t seem old. I meant what I said. You seem to have things figured out.”

“Well. That’s the impression we all like to give, isn’t it?”

Over dinner, they chatted breezily while the wine flowed generously. It was when Eden had made margarita’s that the reason for her invitation was broached.

“Remember at the function what I asked you?”

“You mean, about touching myself?”

“Yes.”

“I remember turning red and nearly spitting my drink out and then James somewhat saved me by interrupting. I did think about it quite a bit.”

“Just thought about it?”

“Umm….”

Eden brought the drinks to the table.

“You don’t have to answer that. samsun escort But it’s worth thinking about. Owning your sexuality at least. I’m sure there’s many ways to learn that particular lesson.”

As Eden spoke, making direct eye contact with a slightly uncomfortable Felicity, she had lowered one of her hands below the table and pulled back her black dress to her hips. Leaning on one of her elbows, her face cradled in her hands, Eden smiled softly while Felicity spoke, her free, incognito hand teasing her outer lips with slow strokes.

“I have, you know, touched myself before. I don’t think I love it as much as I should. Or as much as it seems everyone else is. Growing up, reading those magazines, it always seemed they were talking about an alternate universe. One where girls could just stick their hand down their pants and get off. And there were always these stories of girlfriend sleepovers where they talked all night about boys and explored themselves together. I never had friends like that. We hardly ever had a sleepover, let alone talked about boys, let alone talked about sex, let alone actually did something sexual. The most sexual it ever got was getting changed for Phys Ed class, and you’d sneak a peek at Carly Bossington new boobs, which were twice the size as anyone else. I do feel like I missed something, not having girlfriends who were into it. We still keep in touch. I wonder how they all got on? Maybe they did talk about it, but I wasn’t invited.”

All the while Eden played, only half listening, circling her hand over her moistening clit. She was sure she could smell the tell-tale signs of sex. Felicity was too lost in her own scrambled thoughts to notice.

“Thanks for talking with me. I’ve really only ever talked about sex with boyfriends, and they are probably not the most objective opinions on female sexuality, are they?”

“Hmm? Oh, boys are the worst.” Eden sleepily replied. “I’m only new to the sexuality awakening you know. I’m no expert in practice, although I’ve thought a lot about the theory over the years.”

“What do you mean in practice?”

“Well, I only recently learnt that I could orgasm. And it took some effort too. Saw a therapist, went to a workshop. That’s probably a story for another time.” Eden had kept her hand in motion, enjoying the heat rising up her torso, and the thrill of a visible fire inside her being exposed to the naive Felicity, sitting acorss the table.

“How did you learn to do it?” Felicity stopped herself, “if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well. Certainly, learning how to touch myself had something to do with it. And the context has to be just right.”

“What do you mean context?”

“I guess the environment? I need something very particular. It’s a bit embarrassing really.”

Felicity was silent for a moment, and took an indelicate gulp of the margarita. She waited still, and managed to finally make eye contact with Eden, lifting her head slowly to meet her gaze.

Eden recognised something in those eyes, causing her heat to swarm, and her hand to make an involuntary movement inside her opening.

“I need an audience. That’s my context. I can’t seem to orgasm without it.”

“Oh. And you learnt to orgasm? By touching yourself? Like, in front of people?”

“Yes.”

“So do you still… touch yourself?”

“Yes. In fact, I’m doing it right now.”

****

Louis was a little earlier than he expected. The meeting had folded when an insurmountable problem had presented. It could wait until morning, after a nights rest had allowed the complexities to settle at the bottom of the groups collective mind. Arriving home, he walked down the side of the house, approaching his usual entry of the sliding glass door into the living room. The front door was big and bulky – they thought it would make a statement from the street -, in hindsight too big to be practical when entering and leaving on a day to day basis. It made a statement when slowly rolling open to entertain guests, the large latch making a satisfying crunch, like a door to a medieval castle.

The lights were on in the living room, affirming that Eden was still entertaining her visitor. He didn’t know Felicity at all, but James, her young, ambitious husband, had been working with Louis for a little while, and he was friendly enough. Louis didn’t want to intrude, so instead of passing by the glass doors, he walked straight down the fence line toward the pool and sitting area. He often sat here late at night, contemplating problems, or just enjoying the stars, and silence.

Nestling into his favourite chair, he could see the kitchen, and the shadows of both Eden and Felicity’s upper body projected starkly on the hob. They sat at the dining table, Louis thought, having a girl chat. He knew that Felicity had subtly initiated this invitation; he didn’t want to impose.

Louis was lost in his own revelry, his thoughts wandering between his work problem, the logistics of moving the kids to their various engagements in the morning, his own plans to exercise more, and Eden’s recent awakening, which he was sure he heard only half of the story. The half that he had heard was gratifying enough, and he felt himself swell at the memory of Eden’s retelling. He only knew that there were women present when Eden had tipped over the edge to experience her first orgasm in years. But he also knew it couldn’t have been that easy. Eden needed more than that.

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Author’s note: Just another cooked up story, something unlikely to happen, but would be great if it did as it is a fantasy of mine. Everyone is over 18 obviously.

***

Over the years I mastered the art of masturbation. Pleasing yourself is one of the best cures for, well … everything really. That long drawn out pleasure culminating in an orgasm beyond equal was a quest I had perfected over thousands of sessions of self-control.

Bringing yourself exquisitely to the peak and then pausing everything before you go tumbling over the edge is a satisfaction unto itself.

The end result is like nothing anyone else can give you unless they are skilled in the art themselves. Many look down on masturbation as an illness or an addiction. But I disagree. I love the sensation of my sperm rushing through my dick, those few seconds of total ecstasy, and if it is an addiction, then so be it.

I think it is fair to point out that I have been married for over twenty years now, and thankfully, my wife enjoys sex as much as I do. Our love making is often, and commonly culminates in her orgasming five to six times in the span of a few minutes.

I try to hold back as much as possible using my technique when we end up masturbating together. Such a satisfying feeling knowing that your partner is on the same level of horniness as you are.

Naturally, being so oversexed does have its disadvantages. And that is of wanting to experience that sensation continuously. Sometimes I used to manage to lay off during the day, but mostly I just would go nuts, requiring a release which would not only satisfy me sexually, but also mentally.

My office hours were a bit weird, to say the least. I was the IT Administrator in an industrial electronics factory, and I strangely had a 6.45am to 3.15pm shift. Break time was a thirty minute stop at half past twelve, and this, was my magic time.

I had just one colleague in the office with me, and he would promptly disappear home for lunch at a quarter past twelve, and return an hour later, disregarding the thirty minute break time. None of us cared.

So I started to use that hour for my pleasurable moments. Sixty minutes were far more than enough for me to get my rocks off. I would lock the door, leave the key in the lock, turn off the lights, check the door again, and visit some sites on my iphone for visual stimulation.

Whenever anyone called me afterwards and complained that they could not contact me, I always told them that I would be taking a power nap and it was my official break time anyway. This was accepted without question naturally. And most of the time every technician and engineer would be enjoying his or her break. The calls petered out in fact after a couple of weeks.

For months I was in heaven. My thirty minutes slice of heaven. I cannot imagine how much sperm I deposited in tissues. I became bolder week by week and resorted to taking my trousers and underwear completely off me. I’d lay back on my swivel chair, prop my feet on the desk, and pump away to my satisfaction.

Alas, even the best laid plans go awry. To this day I cannot even imagine how it happened, but it did.

One day I forgot to lock the door…

There I was, spread-eagled on my chair, eyes closed, breathing raggedly as I was ready to go over the edge and have my cum splatter onto the desk, opening my eyes to see my friend Elysia at the door, one hand to her mouth in surprise, her eyes on my hand pumping my cock.

I just couldn’t stop. I had no control, and I realised that all my well rehearsed procedures were out the window that day. I can see it all again now, as if in slow motion, sperm blasting out of my cock, and my friend at the door, looking absolutely shocked but intrigued. At that moment it did not register with me that she had come in and closed the door behind her, while I came down from a massive massive high.

Getting caught had actually made me cum harder than ever.

All too soon I came to my senses, and pulled myself together… I really had no excuse for this behaviour.

“I’m sorry” I said, lowering my legs off the desk and hiding my erection, “You really should not have seen this. I hope it does not affect your opinion of me.”

“You don’t have to apologize”, El said. “It’s not something I haven’t done.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Really? You masturbate?”

“Duh! I may be a girl, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have urges. Although to be fair, I’ve never done it at work. For what it’s worth, your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you. This is very embarrassing. I lock the door and double check to make sure it is firmly closed. I can’t imagine how I left it open.”

“Accidents happen”, she smiled. “Happy accidents.”

“Lucky that it was you though. I can’t think what could have happened if one of the managers had come in instead.”

Her smile told me enough. Strangely enough, I was still very hard, and would have indulged myself in another wank. That was not going to happen now, as we both urfa escort looked at my sperm on the desk. I looked at Elysia, and she was grinning. I was mortified.

“What now?” she asked.

“Well, I would have gladly had another round, but that’s out the window now. Perhaps, it’s time for me to get dressed.” I said.

“I’ll give you a minute to do so” she replied. “Are you locking the door?”

Her smile was infectious. Perhaps this was not going to be too bad for our relationship after all.

El opened the door and left the office, closing the door behind her. I got up, wiped my dick with some wipes, gathered the sperm from the desk, and put on my jeans. I knocked on the door to advise the girl that I was done.

“I, uh, I need to wash my hands.” I told her.

“No doubts.”

The bathroom was just next door, and I pondered the situation while washing my hands. Elysia was a good friend. More than that. We confided many things to each other, little secrets that perhaps we would tell only to our dearest friends.

She was way younger than me. In fact her father Steve was an ex class-mate of mine. I made a vow there and then that I would tell her the whole truth and no way try to mislead her. She would have to take it or leave it.

I need not have worried. When I entered my office, she was seated on Justin’s swivel chair, feet on the desktop, her hands above her head, breasts jutting out prominently. Wow. Why had I never noticed those jugs?

“So how long have you been doing this?” she asked.

“What makes you think I have been doing this regularly?”

“Fairly obvious. It’s not the first time I came in for a chat and found the door locked. Your story of having a power nap worked for me. Actually, many people make fun of it. Probably jealous” she said, twisting a lock of her hair around her fingers, a sure sign of deep thinking. “Most managers nap with their door open anyways.”

We laughed at her words, remembering some of our older managers actually sleeping at their desk.

“Listen El, you’re one of my best friends here. I’m not going to lie to you at all.” I composed myself and continued. “I love having orgasms. I love the way I can manage to bring myself to the brink and keep myself there for many minutes.

I love the way I can time it just right and let loose an almighty one. It’s the feeling of absolute control. Yeah, I know, I’m married. And honestly, my wife and I have great sex. But there is just something wicked about it all.

I just need a regular release. And when I realized that Justin was gone every day for an hour, I hit on this plan. Worked fine. Until fifteen minutes ago.” I ended with a smile.

“Wow. Thanks for sharing that. To be honest, I know the feeling. I haven’t got a boyfriend, but I still have to masturbate at least three times a week. I would be on edge constantly, otherwise. Also, I have never seen anyone do it in real life. Turned me on, you know? I could have left quietly when I saw you pumping your cock, but I wanted, no, I needed to stay to see you finish off.”

I nodded, knowing full well what she meant at the start, and a bit embarrassed at how she ended.

“Can I join you tomorrow?” The question came like a thunderclap in the sun.

“What do you mean?” My mind wasn’t working properly at that time.

“Well, I can just come over, sit in this chair and watch you. Or even join in if I so fancy it.”

I really did not know how to answer that. But why not? She was an adult after all, and if she got her rocks that way, then so be it. I nodded my assent, and she left with a smile.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. A barrage of tickets to be closed, and emails to be answered. One of the last mails came from Elysia, with the words “I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

I didn’t know whether to feel elated or upset. I didn’t even think about the fact that once again she would see me naked, and of course, masturbating. Did I want it to happen? Yes, of course I did… Whether I could go ahead with it was another matter.

It actually excited me that somebody would watch me. My wife would go mental if she knew it, obviously, but some secrets are better kept to one’s self.

That evening my wife came to bed wearing a short black negligee which immediately set me on fire. Like I said before, we’ve always had a good sex life, and the next hour proved just how much in sync we were.

We had discovered anal sex only very recently, and it was honestly amazing. We rued the years we lost.

Her asshole was just like this long smooth tube, just made for being fucked. After initial trepidations, we took to it like the proverbial ducks to water. We actually preferred it to vaginal sex. Or at least, we had more anal sex than normal.

We played along with our masturbatory and anal sex for a long time, but the aching for release eventually took over, and we exploded simultaneously. I loved it when we came together.

We ground against each other in passion, my sivas escort cock already becoming too sensitive as she continued on to another three orgasms. Jackie was totally uninhibited, as I was, and anything went. She continued pinching her own nipples as she groaned in ecstasy.

I always showered after anal sex. No other option. Cleanliness was vitally important. No big deal though, as we had an ensuite bathroom.

I washed quickly, taking extra care in cleaning out under my foreskin and the head. I winced as I rubbed my cock head. Still too sensitive. I finished, toweled myself dry and made my way to bed, where my wife was already asleep.

I turned on the television to get some sports but slipped under within a few minutes. Unconsciously, as I felt my eyes grow way too heavy, I switched the TV off, and slept a deep restful night.

As usual, I was up by five am, and quietly made my way to the bathroom for a quick pee. I had washed before I slept, so it was just making my way to the kitchen and turning the kettle on for a cup of tea.

We never had (or wanted) children, so I was still naked, the early air cool on my skin.

While the kettle boiled, I went to the closet and picked up a pair of grey slacks and a black shirt. I always wore the same. I couldn’t pretend to understand fashion. So boring.

Fifteen minutes later, teeth suitably brushed, I made my way to the garage and grabbed my bicycle. It made more sense to use a bike. I only lived three miles away from work, and the traffic would already be difficult to navigate in a car. I loved biking anyway. It was my rush.

Within a few minutes I was at work, and I walked my bike to a rack before punching in.

The factory had already come to life and as usual, I greeted many of the girls. It was important for me to have good relations with the people I worked with. I never considered myself above them despite my high station in life at work.

Subconsciously I was aware of what was going to happen today, and I was hoping that perhaps Elysia would be caught up in testing and would be unable to make it.

No such luck. As I switched on my desktop PC and loaded my email app, I saw that there was already a reminder from her. She gallantly offered to put it off if I was unsure, but that she would love to be in on the action.

I replied to the email with an emoji wink and a smile. The dice was now thrown.

The phone rang. It was Justin, asking if he could take the day off. I replied that we had nothing planned and that it was okay by me. Good. One less thing to worry about.

Honestly, by eleven, I was a nervous wreck. I was hoping the time would come quickly but dreading the moment.

Soon enough, it was time. The knock on the door sent me in a momentary panic, but I soon recovered.

I told whoever was on the other side to come in, and I was surprised to see El wearing a skirt. I’d never seen her in a skirt. What the hell was happening.

She saw the look on my face and said, “You don’t think you’re going to enjoy this on your own, did you?”

I had no answer really.

“How are we doing this?” I asked.

“Well, you use your chair, and I will use Justin’s. Same as you did before. But I will be enjoying myself over here.”

I nodded assent, as I made sure the door was locked.

“Do you want me to check that?” she asked with a laugh.

“No. Plenty secure.”

And there we were. I unbuckled my belt, and drew down my zipper, kicking off my shoes into a corner. I took my slacks off, carefully folding them over a monitor. El drew down the zipper on the side of her skirt, let it fall to the floor, and stepped out of it.

She was wearing a sensible pair of white cotton panties. Not too flattering, but probably comfortable.

My cock was already hardening when she said, “On three.”

Our underwear went down to our ankles, and we looked at each other in curiosity. She had already seen my dick, although probably not in early stages of arousal.

She had a pussy which I could only describe as exquisite. No clit showing, no lips hanging down. A clean, shaven, clamshell pussy just like I loved.

We nodded to each other and made our way to our respective chairs.

My cock was already standing at full mast by that time. I hardened quickly. The funny thing is that although we were in each other’s presence, we could not see each other’s naughty bits.

I started wanking while looking at her, and I imagine she was rubbing herself as she looked at me.

I didn’t have any urgency and slowly brought myself to a heightened sensitivity before relaxing my movements. Elysia was panting like crazy.

“I’m too close. Oh God, I can feel an explosion coming along” she panted.

“Same here.” I replied. “Let’s come together shall we?”

She nodded as she continued diddling her pussy. Her short sharp breaths showed that she was on the edge.

I pumped my cock, feeling the massive charge roaring up, practically blinding me with lust tekirdağ escort as my sperm shot up my balls through my cock and arcing over the desk, nearly missing the far edge and reaching the floor.

Elysia had her eyes closed, shuddering as she came. I wanted to see this, so I stood up, wanking again as I saw her insert three fingers into her wonderful pussy.

I came again. Instantly. No warning. The cum shot out of me like a bullet and splattered on Justin’s desk, just a few inches away from her.

I nearly fainted with the pleasure of seeing this wondrous creature masturbate herself to a shattering orgasm.

Finally she slumped back, arms at her side, gaping pussy for me to see. Her breathing was heavy. chest rising and falling to her rhythm.

We looked at each other, realizing we had crossed some unbidden boundary. I looked at her pussy hungrily, and her eyes did not leave my cock.

“That was fucking awesome!” she exclaimed breathlessly.

“No kidding.” I replied.

“You have a beautiful cock, did you know?”

“I can say the same for your pussy. It’s beautiful. I just want to lap it up.”

“Is that wise?” she asked.

“As if what we did was wise.” I said.

“We did nothing except share a few beautiful moments.”

The bell from downstairs brought us back to a reality we did not want to return to.

We put our clothes back on hesitantly, and actually hugged before I unlocked the door. She slipped out unobtrusively, and I was left wondering what the hell I had done.

I can’t complain though. I had enjoyed it.

I nearly forgot to wipe Justin’s desk and chair from our secretions, but not before bending down to take a sniff and a lick of her juices. My god they tasted incredible. So sweet.

The next few days, we kept to our daily appointment, growing bolder day by day. We both checked the door before we took our clothes off.

After a week, Elysia started wearing knee length front-button dresses, and it was with a great surprise for me to see her taking it all off, magnificent breasts on show for me to ogle.

The way she pinched her nipples made me salivate about what they would taste like. Her no-touching rule drove me mad. I wanted to touch, taste, and suck on them. It wasn’t happening though.

This hour’s interlude was quickly becoming our little slice of heaven. I figured that there was no harm in it, and I had not neglected my wife in any form.

After a couple of weeks, Elysia suggested we move our chairs to where we could observe each other.

We moved the chairs to the middle of the office. To be honest, I was a bit wary of the exposed position, but with the door closed, I need not have worried.

The chairs were about a foot apart, and as I took my jeans off, she unbuttoned her dress all down the front, but left it on.

I sat in my chair, my legs dangling on the arm-rests. My cock was up front and center. Nothing to miss. She reciprocated, and I was absolutely in heaven. How I wanted to lick that pussy.

It wasn’t going to take us too long to cum, that’s for sure. She was using her middle finger to rub around her clit, red and swollen in the sunlight falling in through the window.

Her skin seemed to be glowing, and as we shuffled forwards in our chairs, I could very nearly touch her pussy with my cock. I wished we could slide a bit more towards each other, but this wasn’t bad going.

We started masturbating in mutual pleasure, aware of the heightened pleasure this position gave us.

I realised that my cum would probably spatter her from top to bottom, but she didn’t seem worried.

I looked at her through slanted eyes as I hissed, very nearly tumbling to the point of no return, but holding back, feeling my orgasm slightly subside.

When I finally let in to my urges, it would make an almighty mess. Elysia could hold it no longer and she wailed as she actually squirted a bit, once, twice, then another orgasm, and another…three in succession.

She slumped back, panting, as I continued wanking myself off, in total control but so close to losing it.

El opened her eyes, grinned, and uttered a “Fuck me that was awesome!”.

Suddenly she scooted even more forward and I could touch her clit with my cock. Her hand went out and grabbed my engorged shaft from the middle. I gasped in pleasure at this touch from a hand that wasn’t mine or my wife’s.

“Leave that in my hands. I have a better idea.”

I could not find it in my heart to disagree with her. She rubbed my penis on her clit, and she trembled as another orgasm hit her.

I was enjoying this too much and warned her that I was going to come. At my words she rubbed my cock head all over her clitty, and I saw stars as I exploded all over her pussy. I could hardly breathe as the most exquisite feelings ran through me, my cum hot and runny on her pussy, stomach, and breasts.

It was the orgasm of a lifetime, and I flinched as she continued wanking me slowly.

“No more, please.” I begged her.

Pushing our chairs apart, she got down on her knees and sucked at my softening penis, sucking the last of the cum out of me as she dripped sperm onto the floor.

It was too much, and I came again, a far smaller load, and Elysia just held on gamely, slowly swallowing my cum.

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This is chapter 3 in a series of stories about a young couple whose sex life is limited to separately enjoyed porn and masturbation and their struggle to achieve a more balanced sex life. It is recommended that the reader have read the prior chapters to maintain continuity. Material in italics describers a character’s fantasy.

Keena took her time getting home from the park after her morning exhibitionism. She walked well down the hill from their home, stopped for a coffee at the local Starbucks, and picked up a few groceries for dinner that night. By the time she walked back to their home it was nearing 11:30. She was surprised to find Gabe puttering about in the kitchen when she arrived home.

“My, what are you doing here?” she asked. It was unheard of for Gabe to come home for lunch.

Gabe looked at her for a long moment of silence, but he just couldn’t work up the nerve to launch into the sexual confession he had planned in the park, responding lamely, “Oh, I had to deliver some papers to a major donor to the church that lives out here and I thought I would stop and see if I could buy you lunch?”

“Lunch?” Another first. He never bought her lunch.

“Sure. Nothing fancy. I thought we would try that new pub that’s over on 18th street.”

“Uh, sure.” Keena looked at her watch. It said 11:30.

“Can I freshen up?” she asked. She expected she reeked of sex after her masturbation in the park. “I’ve been walking in the park and I need to grab a quick shower and some clean clothes. These are a bit casual for lunch out. Perhaps you can put these groceries away for me while I shower.”

“Oh for sure,” Gabe said. Then he asked, “Do you always walk on Thursdays?”

“Uhh. No not really. I don’t have a regular schedule, but I do like to walk there this time of year. It’s so nice now.”

She showered and changed and they had lunch. He was more talkative than usual, but aside from repeating his question about the park, most of his conversation was about his work, a topic of little interest to Keena.

As he drove her home after lunch and she thought, what the heck. Might as well give it a try.

He stopped the car before the house and she looked over at him and said, “My it’s 1:30. Have I ruined your afternoon?”

“Of course not.”

“Okay, I was just wondering how much work day you would have left by the time you get back to the office.”

“Oh.”

They were silent for a minute as she screwed up her courage. She hated asking him for sex, but… he never asked, so… she waited through a long silence and then said, “I thought you might just like a little… what do they call it… ‘afternoon delight’?”

“Oh.” He was silent, looking at his lap as she waited for his response. “Oh,” he repeated. “No not today. I still have work to do. I better get back downtown.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure. I understand,” she said, once again feeling humiliated by Gabe’s rejection. Keena quickly got out of the car and walked up the front walk, without looking back. She heard him drive away before she reached the front door.

“Well that went well,” she said to herself, once she was seated in the kitchen. “Not,” she responded. Keena was in a sour mood. She hated it when he turned her down. Gabe was a problem for Keena.

As Gabe drove away he was totally dismayed that he had failed to work up his courage to confront Keena about her sexuality and disclose his to her. Later, when Keena had proposed and afternoon romp in the sack, he had rejected her proposal out of fear that she would learn how perverse his real sexual interests were. “This situation has to change,” he told himself, “But how? Sure I know now that she is not the pure sweet thing I have imagined her to be, but does that really mean she will accept me as I actually am with all my deviant sex tastes? And if she doesn’t? What then? ” He got almost nothing done that afternoon at the office. Keena was a problem for Gabe.

Dinner was a replay of lunch, except Keena did the cooking and the clean-up. And she didn’t propose sex. She declined to watch TV and went to bed early, reading a lackluster murder mystery until she fell asleep. During the night she had an erotic dream about Beer Cooler Guy.

Her mood was much better in the morning. Gabe went off to work and Keena spent the morning puttering about in the yard and then went to the market (fully clothed this time) to get groceries for dinner. She didn’t give much thought to the events of the last couple of days, having apparently satiated herself with her debauchery. She knew her new found sex drive tended to come and go, but she was learning that when it was present, it was hard to ignore.

The weekend was similarly uneventful, except Gabe was around a bit more. On Saturday they slept in and had a leisurely breakfast out before Gabe went off for an afternoon’s golf with their retired neighbor, Arnie Roberts. That evening Arnie and his wife Lisa joined van escort them for dinner. They grilled steaks and shared a couple of bottles of wine. Keena hadn’t met the Roberts beyond an occasional hello over the fence between the two houses. She was somewhat surprised when Gabe invited them to dinner, but Gabe and Arnie had been playing golf regularly of late, so Keena thought, sure why not.

Arnie was not what anyone would call a handsome man–short (maybe 5-4 with a stretch), more than a little plump, and swarthy. Even if he shaved daily his face was covered with a dark stubble by late in the day. In his mid-forties, his hair line had receded to the point of leaving him with a completely bald top poorly disguised by an anemic comb over. But one thing that was immediately noticeable about him was that he seemed to have an enormous energy level, lots to say about anything and everything. As he talked his blue eyes glittered with excitement as he watched for people’s interest in what he had to say. Much of what he had to say had a lewd undertone–nothing express, but often implied in a noticeable way. Throughout the evening his eyes were repeatedly scanning Keena’s figure.

Lisa was dramatically different from Arnie. She was tall and leggy, a bit younger than Arnie, but nonetheless carrying just a bit more weight than she had perhaps in her youth. But she carried it well. Her hips were a bit broad, but still round, firm looking, and attractive, and her breasts were large. There was probably a bit more weight at her waist than she would have liked but her dress hid it nicely. She had thick blonde hair that was carefully styled so it hung in graceful curves to her shoulders and her makeup was restrained, but accented her large brown eyes. In short, she was gorgeous, Keena thought. Since Arnie was obviously determined to carry the conversation Lisa sat back and let him do so, watching the reactions of Keena and Gabe to Arnie’s exuberance and putting in a word or two here and there to restrain Arnie when she thought he was going too far. Arnie made all the noise in the family, but Keena sensed that Lisa was in control when it mattered to her.

Gabe went to bed shortly after the Roberts left, leaving Keena to do the dishes. As she cleaned up Keena realized that something about dinner had made her horny. “What was it?” she asked herself. “We didn’t talk about sex. At least not explicitly, although it is amazing how Arnie can give every conversation a sexual overtone.” By the time Keena finished the dishes she realized that Arnie Roberts had been staring at her boobs throughout dinner. Instead of being outraged or at least annoyed by Arnie’s conduct, she was horny. Arnie was far from the kind of man Keena ever imagined she would be attracted to, but about half way through dinner she realized that she was enjoying his illicit attention. What Arnie was doing was ill mannered, bordering on rude, but every time she caught him looking she felt a little twinge in her sex, and towards the end of dinner she even stuck her chest out a bit in response. She realized her response to Arnie’s behavior was just as bad as Arnie’s conduct. But it was fun. Arnie was far from handsome, but his personality exuded a sexual magnetism that was unmistakable.

There was part of a bottle of wine left and Keena took it to the back porch for a nightcap. She knew she was going to masturbate again, but she had not been willing to risk awaking Gabe by sneaking into their bedroom to retrieve her night gown. After a few fumbling attempts to fondle herself through her clothing she said, “Oh fuck this.” She stood and stripped of her dress, bra, and panties, tossing them casually to one side. Now she could lie nude on the chez lounge as she had a couple of nights earlier. As before, there was enough light leaking from her kitchen windows to make her readily visible to anyone who was watching. As soon as she was stretched out in the nude on the patio chair she saw the light go off in the Roberts’ upstairs bedroom. “He’s watching again,” she thought as she felt a flash of passion.

When Keena first stepped out onto the back porch with the intention of masturbating she told herself it would just be a quickie–just to relieve the sexual tension built up during dinner. But once she had stripped off all of her clothes and was lying nude on her patio she felt a need for a more extended masturbation session. “After all,” she told herself as she took a swig of wine from the bottle she had brought out from the kitchen, “it’s been almost two days since I even touched myself. So what if that nasty Arnie Roberts is watching. That will just make it better.”

She began by massaging her boobs. Oh, how delicious this feels she thought. It wasn’t long before she was pinching and pulling on her nipples with one hand and the other hand had wandered down to her pussy where it was softly stroking that sensitive tissue between her yalova escort outer lips. My god, I’m wet she thought. How did I get so worked up?

Oh yeah, it was that nasty Arnie Roberts who kept staring at my tits during dinner she thought. When she had first decided to masturbate on the porch she assumed she would fantasize about Beer Cooler Guy. Imagining sex with him had been a regular feature of her recent masturbation. But it didn’t turn out that way. Instead it was Arnie Roberts who appeared in her fantasy. Arnie and his lurid cock. As she stroked herself she let her mind wander through an imagined lewd encounter with Arnie. There was no reason to expect that Arnie would have such a large and, yes, obscene cock. But that was her imagination conjured up:

She had stepped out to the kitchen to stack the dishes, leaving Gabe and the Roberts in the living room. Keena was standing at the sink scraping the dishes when she heard someone enter the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder and saw it was Arnie. He was leaning against the door jamb staring at her. His fly was open and his obscene, fully erect, cock was pointed at her. It was long and it had this lurid curve that she had never imagined before. As she turned to look at him she saw that he had a lewd smile and he was stroking his dick with his right hand.

Keena put her hand to her mouth and stood staring at Arnie. She should have been offended, no outraged, at his blatant conduct. It had been one thing to stare at her tits during dinner (and yes, she had encouraged him by thrusting her chest out a few times) but to now stand before her masturbating his cock while their spouses chatted amiably in the other room (she could vaguely hear them) was just unbelievable.

But Keena’s reaction was not one of offense or outrage. It was one of pure lust. She had let herself get a little worked up during dinner as she enjoyed Arnie’s staring at her tits. Now, as she stood staring at his obscene display of his long curved dick, she felt her pussy gush. Fuck the people in the other room. She wanted that dick.

As she lay naked on her back porch letting her lurid fantasy run through her head Keena had two fingers in her cunt. Where had this fantasy come from, she thought? There was nothing sexy about Arnie. Not like Beer Cooler Guy. He was tall and handsome with a well trimmed, full head of hair and a neatly cut, thick, full beard. Arnie was short and fat with a balding head and a rough, dark stubble on his face. But Keena realized as she pumped her fingers in and out making a lewd squishy noise that Arnie was the kind of man whose sex appeal arises not from his appearance, but from his conduct, from his own obsession with sex, and his willingness to inflict it on women he found attractive. Arnie was a bad boy and Keena was loving it as she let her fantasy flow:

Instead of screaming when she saw Arnie and his wicked appendage, Keena let her hands drop and stood staring as Arnie masturbated. After a moment or two she leaned back against the kitchen counter thrusting her hips out. She raised a hand and crooked her finger telling Arnie to come closer. She wanted him much closer.

“Show me your tits first,” he said

“What about the others?” she whispered.

“They’re busy,” he said, continuing to stroke his cock. She could see a gleaming drop of precum on the tip.

She stood staring, watching Arnie’s obscene conduct… and slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Once the buttons were fully released she pulled the tails from her skirt and then released her front clasping bra, holding the cups in place as she licked her lips and stared at his cock. He took a step into the kitchen and said, “Take it all the way off.”

“Shhh. They’ll hear you,”

“They won’t care,” he said. For no good reason at all she believed him. She stripped off her blouse and bra, setting them on the counter. Now she was standing half naked before him fondling her tits as she watched Arnie masturbate.

This is crazy, she thought as he walked towards her, letting his dick swing before him.

“You have beautiful tits,” he said. He pushed her hands aside and began to roughly massage each of her breasts. It felt delicious. Keena reached down and began to stroke his dick, using the drip of precum for lube. She loved the feel of his cock in his hand. The surface was soft and warm, but it was hard as an iron bar. “There is nothing like the feel of a good hard cock,” she told herself.

“Suck it,” he said. “Suck my cock and get me off so we can go back to the living room.”

Keena was in an erotic fog. She dropped to her knees before him and began to suck his cock. She couldn’t fit all of it in her mouth so she used one hand to fondle the shaft with twisting strokes lubed with saliva she let spill. She used her other hand to pull her skirt up around her waist. Pushing her panties aside, she began to rub her clit.

She twisted çorlu escort and turned her head, letting the head of Arnie’s cock push against one cheek and then the other, then pushing it as far into her mouth as she could get it before starting to gag when it threatened to invade her throat. Then she pulled back using her tongue and lips to apply suction to Arnie’s cock After a good two or three minutes of sucking Arnie’s obscene cock she pulled back, dropping her head to suck his balls into his mouth. His balls were big and hung low in a sack beneath the base of his cock, just like a bull. She licked the front of his cock starting at the base and working up to the tip, before sucking it back into her mouth. All the while she continued to drag her fingers across her engorged clit. Keena had completely forgotten the people in the living room now. There was nothing in her mind but this beautiful cock and massive balls before her and the fire raging in her core as she stroked her clit.

That was when she heard Gabe call out from the living room, “Keena, are you about done in there?”

She pulled her head back from Arnie’s prick and responded loudly, “Oh yes, I’ll be done in just a minute.” She heard Arnie react with a chuckle. He was getting close, or at least he had been before Gabe’s interruption of Keena’s blow job.

Gabe responded, “Okay, bring me a glass of ice water when you finish.”

She had Arnie’s cock back in her mouth at that point and she gagged in laughter at the absurdity of this conversation. She pulled her head back sucking hard and let Arnie’s cock escape with a pop. “Yes dear. I will. It’ll only be a moment.”

She sucked Arnie in again, savoring the taste of his freely flowing precum. He grabbed both sides of her head and begin aggressively fucking her face. Oh how nasty, Keena thought. He’s fucking my face, just like Gabe does my cunt, only he’s bigger and harder. Then he pulled back and stood before her stroking his cock.

“Come on Arnie. Show me what you’ve got. Coat me with your cum,” she said. As she watched him stroke his cock she noticed the thick hair on his forearms and even on the backs of his fingers wrapped around his prick. The image was obscene.

After only a few strokes his prick erupted with repeated spurts of thick, creamy ejaculation, coating her face and tits with cum as Arnie groaned. Keena grabbed his prick and sucked the last few drops of cum out of it as it withered.

He quickly zipped up and walked out the kitchen door without so much as a thank you. As Keena rose to her feet she could hear him starting a conversation with Gabe about golf. She turned and looked at the kitchen widow. It was dark out and the window was like a mirror. She could see her reflection, nude from the waist up, with Arnie’s cum dripping from her face and tits, and running down her throat. There were flecks of it in her hair. My god he had a lot of cum, she thought. She grabbed a towel and quickly cleaned up and put her clothes back on. She wanted to skip the bra to show Arnie how much she had enjoyed his seduction, but she was sure the others would notice. Then she said, “Fuck it,” and left the bra on the counter so that when she walked into the living room with Gabe’s glass of water her tits were swinging freely and obviously beneath her blouse. She had left the top couple of buttons un-fastened so that when she leaned forward to set Gabe’s glass of ice water before him, he got a good look at her breasts.

Keena was lying on the back porch roughly finger fucking herself, her legs spread obscenely, as she finished spinning out her fantasy. “Oh fuck. I’m so close. So fucking close. Yes, yes, yes.” then silence for a brief moment as she felt her approaching climax seize control of her body. She arched her back and screamed, “Ayiheeee,” as the first wave of her climax roared through her. There were several lesser waives, each accompanied by a groan and then she collapsed on the chez lounge, satiated.”

She lay there until she felt recovered. Then she sat up and finished the bottle of wine. “Wow,” she said. “Where the fuck did that fantasy come from?” she shook her head, picked up her clothes, and walked naked back into the house. Keena slept very well that night.

Gabe did not sleep well that night. He had again watched Keena masturbating on the back porch, just as he had a couple of nights before, once again masturbating himself to a massive climax before hurrying back to the bedroom to feign sleep when Keena arrived. He tossed and turned throughout the night struggling to decide how to tell Keena how much he enjoyed watching her masturbate.

On Sunday Gabe and Keena went to church, a lackluster service she thought. Keena stayed after the service for a meeting of a church charity group, but Gabe hurried home to meet Arnie for another round of golf. That was a little unusual she thought–for them to play golf twice on the same weekend. He told her it was the second day of a tournament they had started the day before. All in all it was a very ho-hum weekend (aside from Keena’s little adventure on the back porch). Neither Gabe nor Keena made any effort on Sunday to bring up the subject of sex, or the lack thereof.

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How can we escape the record high summer temperatures when our AC goes out? Since it’s been broken we’ve done everything we can to avoid being in the house; we’ve been to the movies, been out to eat for nearly every meal, hung out at our friend’s houses and took the world’s longest trip to the grocery market. It’s been utterly miserable and adding to that stress, it’s far too hot for any contact sexually for days now. The celibacy is wearing on me and I’m sure you know it but with heat like this, there’s not a thing we could do about it.

Today though, the misery ends as the repairman is due to arrive in the evening. Until then we have one last respite we haven’t visited yet, the mall. You are very aware of my hatred of shopping but I’m a bit desperate and it beats melting at home alone I suppose. So with reluctance, I come. Inside, it’s bustling with people who had the same idea as us. The food court, stores and sitting areas are packed with more people than I’ve seen in a mall in my entire life. As soon as we hit the main rotunda you begin walking with purpose. You hurry past all your favorite stores to my surprise.

“Where are we going? I thought we’d just be window shopping?” I say.

You turn to me with an expressionless look, clearly acknowledging that you heard me but quickly return to your determined stride. Finally you stop, and a shocked expression shoots across my face; you’ve led me to the entrance of a boutique lingerie store. I’m not upset or displeased, just shocked. You never wear lingerie and most of your panties and bras are fairly vanilla.

You enter the store and I stand outside looking around, excited to see what you may be purchasing, but cautious enough to know you probably won’t. After only a moment you return and grab my hand, pulling me from my trance and leading me inside.

“Millie, what do you plan to buy here?” I ask with poorly concealed eagerness and excitement.

You turn again to look at me, but this time a small smirk breaks from the corner of your mouth.

“May I help you?” A saleswoman breaks the tension.

“No,” you bark while turning your head to her and spit out as fast as possible, “I know exactly what I’m here for.”

Once she leaves your march continues to a specific table and it dawns on me; you knew exactly where the item you wanted was, you’ve been here before. You bend down at the waist reaching to the back of the stack of lingerie and caught up in the heat of it all I find myself tracing the curves of your butt with my eyes, without a care in the world of all the other shoppers. Almost instantly my arousal becomes physical.

You quickly role up the piece so I can’t see it, only noting it’s dark black color. Grabbing my hand again and interlocking our fingers you smile and bring me to the very back of the store where the wall is lined with dressing rooms facing the showroom, then through the large glass windows, the main corridor of the mall.

Parting the curtain of a booth, you step inside. Meanwhile my excitement gebze escort has built so much that I mindlessly take a step in behind you. With only one foot inside you lay three fingers across my chest and playfully push me back out. As we maintain eye contact, myself eager for sexual release, you close the curtain leaving only your ankles visible.

I watch your feet for a few moments, you’re entirely still. I realize what has happened, you wanted to be adventurous but here at the finish line you can’t commit and that’s okay. All of this was out of character for you and leaving your comfort zone for my benefit was more than I could ask for. Then your denim shorts fall to the ground, pooling over your sandals. You’re really doing it.

I watch your feet gently pry the shorts away then see your hands come down to remove the sandals completely. I wait patiently for your panties to hit the floor too or for you to insert your legs into the lingerie but that never comes. The curtain whisks all the way open and there you are facing me head on smiling from ear to ear.

My eyes lock onto your chest immediately and I feel myself begin to swell. You stand in front of me totally still, laser focused on my eyes while my own eyes explore your body. Two black straps over your shoulders support a chemise. A dense lace pattern hides you’re breasts from me but it does little to stop my imagination. Below, a looser lace adorns your ribcage and continues down across your stomach. Flanking either side of the the lace is an enticing sheer material, it takes all my will power not to run my hands over either side of your waist – feeling the sheer material and pulling you close. Lastly and separate from the chemise, you wear a pair of frilly laced black panties with a small bow in front.

I’m amazed and stunned by your sudden interest in lingerie when my head instinctively turns around towards the door and I see the room full of shoppers and corridor full of mall patrons. Although nobody is staring it feels as if they all are.

“Millie! What are you doing? They’re all going to see you like this” I whisper as loudly as I can muster while shifting my legs and feet in an attempt to hide my growing erection which was now noticeably bulging from my jeans.

The same three fingers you used to push me out of the room earlier hooked the neckline of my shirt and pull me in. By the time I realized what was happening the curtain was shut and you and I were face to face in the small room, your head nearly pressed to my chest.

“Millie,” I break the silence again, but again it’s met with a blank stare as you crane your neck to look up at me in such a tight space.

You’re still yet again, not having said a word to me since we entered the mall – but I understand exactly what you wanted, exactly what you needed. It felt like an eternity with us staring at each other. We both know the next move was mine to make and I was already sure I was going to take it but I wouldn’t let you know, gümüşhane escort I want to drag out this silent sexual tension as long as I could.

I broke, the anticipation reached its boiling point and I needed to act. My hands raised to either side of your hips and grabbed you firmly. Finally closing the small gap between us, our lips met and for a second just rested against each other. My lips spread a bit more to encompass your mouth, my hands tightened on the sheer fabric and I walked you back slowly until your back was against the wall.

Sliding my hands up the sides of your body I stopped only for a moment, tempted as I grazed your breasts. I continued though, taking your arms and raising them both above your head, leaving your body entirely vulnerable to me. With that, I brought my waist in close so you can feel my manhood pressed against you.

Our kissing grew more and more passionate until I dropped your arms back to your sides. Instantly my hands move to your clavicle, rubbing your upper chest a bit before hooking onto each of the straps and sliding them off your shoulders. You eagerly move your arms through the holes but the from fitting shape allowed the lingerie to hug your body.

A small bench in the corner provided me a place to sit as I pull you onto my lap facing me. Our kissing resumes furiously as I feel your nails dig into my biceps. I reach up and massage both breasts and a small moan escapes your mouth into mine, but that only makes my groping more forceful. Before long I rolled down your loosened chemise letting your breasts and stiffened nipples fall free with a slight bounce.

My kisses leave your mouth and move to your neck, you love it of course but I had tunnel vision. I was on a hunt and two new targets had just become available. I leave a steady trail of kisses until the firm muscle of your upper chest gives way to the softness of your breasts. My tongue reaches out to make the first contact, slowly circling an erect nipple. I hear you clench your jaw and stifle another moan, this time louder. My mouth opens wide like a lion and engulfs the nipple and half the breast itself. Lightly biting down, I let my teeth gently rake along your skin before beginning a steady suck over your nipple. Before too long I move onto the other showing it an equal amount of tender care.

My hands wander to your panty-clad ass and squeez tightly while I continue sucking. Subconsciously my hips had begin a rhythmic thrust making you throw your head back, causing your hair to hang free. The pleasant scent of your wet sex began to reach my nose, driving me to suckle even harder and increase the speed of my thrusting.

Suddenly, I take a handful of your hair and force your head back even further. Another audible moan escapes, growing dangerously loud. I release your sore nipple from my mouth and peel you off me. With a hand on the back of your neck, I push you to bend over deeply, your hands instinctively shoot up to brace yourself izmir escort against the wall. With your hands occupied, I slide your panties down and throw them in the pile of our clothes leaving only your lingerie on, covering only your stomach with your breasts dangling from your body. Bent over, your ass and pussy come into view at eye level before I rise back up. Listening, you hear the distinct sound of my belt coming undone and hitting the floor as I kicked them into our growing mountain of discarded clothes.

My left hand reaches out and grabs the back of your neck again as my right hand carreses the small of your back, making its way to your butt. With another tight squeeze my manhood comes into contact with your cheeks, instinctively I rub it up and down as if to mark my territory. My right hand continued down further between your legs until it reached your glistening sex.

Warm and wet my fingers easily slide inside you to find your clit. Your hips gyrate a bit and you began to moan louder yet. I continue rubbing and swirling the small nub around my finger, only removing my hand twice; once to taste you and a second time to make you taste yourself.

With your moaning becoming consistent, I slide my fingers back out, letting them briefly penetrate deeper. My hands return to where they started on your waist, grabbing the sheer cloth of the lingerie and forcing your back further into an arch. You know what is coming next and you want it badly. I can feel the want in your trembling body, smell the want in your wetness and hear the want in your moaning as it becomes less and less controlled.

My cock presses to your pussy before parting your lips slowly. You can feel every inch push deeper at a snails pace until it is fully inside you, putting incredible pressure inside you with its girth. Once their, my pace quickens finding a cadence. We’re in our own world in the small room, the noise of your soaking pussy is hidden by your own loud moaning and my bated breath, the sounds of the busy mall just inches away are completely drowned out.

“Ma’am? Sir?” The saleswomans voice is heard over our noise with a mix of concern and embarrassment.

We both turn to the curtain but our rhythm doesn’t stop. So close, we couldn’t possibly stop now. We see our combined pile of clothes had spilled out underneath the curtain, probably meaning our feet and position are known too to anybody taking notice. My pace speeds up again and your moans grow to near screams as I repeatedly hit your G-spot with the head of my cock. You feel my cock twitching inside you preparing to cum any second. The curtain suddenly flys open revealing the saleswoman and a small crowd gathered in the store. We look up to lock eyes with them but it’s happening now, there’s nothing either of us can do to stop it and at this point we don’t care.

You scream in pure pleasure without holding back, staring a stranger in the eyes. A loud breath I had been holding escapes me with equal force and I bury my cock deep inside you. My cum hits you hard and fast, hot and sticky. Multiple long shots of cum, built up over a celibate week fill you from the inside out, leaving your pussy instantly dripping in front of the crowd as I spin you around and pull you against my body in a vain attempt to preserve your modesty.

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Steve’s secretary Leslie was cute as a bug in a rug. Not stunning. She’d never be a model. But she was girl-next-door cute. Long, brunette hair fell down around an always smiling face and past her shoulders. She was slim with just the right curves in all the right places. Her eyes always sparkled with the innocence of a child and her smile lit up a room. She always wore nice, tight clothes that often revealed way too much skin for an office. No one complained. I couldn’t hide my stare every time she walked past my office.

And she was delightfully dumber than a box of crayons.

One crisp October day I called her into my office.

“What’s up, Mark?” she asked cheerfully as she bounced into my office.

My bone as soon as I saw you! “Oh, nothin’. Just bored so I thought we could just bullshit for a little bit.”

She plopped herself in a chair in front of my desk. “Sure!”

We chit chatted for a bit, then I decided to go for it.

I leaned forward in my chair. My eyes darted side to side. “Leslie, can you keep a secret?” I whispered.

“Oh sure! I’m like a vault!” Which I knew was the truth. Steve had told her things in confidence he should’ve never told her. Not one peep about any of it got around the office.

“Good good. Listen, all year long we’ve had Employee of the Month contests. Have you heard anything about it?”

Her jaw dropped. “Nooooo! No I sure haven’t!” That’s because it didn’t exist.

“Right. That’s because only a very select group of employees are nominated each month. Only the best of the best. And we want to keep it quiet so we don’t upset the other employees who don’t get selected.”

“Oh! Right! Sure, that makes sense.”

“Well, this month you’ve been selected as one of the finalists for the month of October.”

Her eyes grew wide. “(GASP!) No way!” she shouted. I held my fingers to my lips and shh’d her. “Oh! Right! Sorry!” She gathered herself and quietly yelled, “No way!”

“Yes way. Congratulations.”

“This…this is amazing!”

“Well, hang on a second. You’re a finalist. You haven’t won it yet. There are a few things you have to complete before you can win.”

“Really? Like what? What would I win?” My cock stuffed inside you if you play your cards right!

“Well, if you’re Employee of the Month you get a $25 gift card to Applebee’s.”

“(gasp) I love Applebee’s!”

“And then, at the end of the year, one of the monthly winners will be chosen as Employee of the Year. They get a certificate and a $100 gift card.”

“(gasp!) A certificate?! And a $100 gift card?! Oh my gosh! So what do I have to do?”

I asked her some random, easy questions. She got most of them right, which actually surprised me. Then I asked her to stand up and come around the desk so I could get a better look at her.

She giggled. “You see me every day, silly.”

“Yes, but this is different. I need to take a really good look at you. Lift up your skirt so I can see all of your leg.”

Without hesitation, she turned and lifted one side of her short skirt all the way to her hip. Far enough to reveal the thin band of her g-string and plenty of sweet ass. Her leg was tan and smooth.

“Perfect. Now show me your stomach.” She yanked her blouse from inside of her skirt and lifted it to just below her breasts. Her stomach was taut and tanned just like her legs. “Man, you must work out!” I’d like to give you a work out!

She turned her hips side to side. “I do!”

I leaned back in my chair and scratched my chin. Go for it! “Ya know, that’s great and all. But I really think we need to get those clothes off of you so, you know, I can get a better look,” I said as nonchalantly as I could.

“What?! You…you want me to take my clothes off? Right kilis escort here?!”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Sure, why not?”

“But…but…somebody might see!”

“Then we’ll make it quick. You should probably hurry up before somebody walks in.”

She thought about it. “Okay.” The tiny skirt slipped down her legs and across her high heels. As she pulled her blouse over her head she asked, “Why do I need to take my clothes off to be Employee of the Month?”

I gathered my thoughts while she reached behind her back and unsnapped her lacy bra. “Well, uh, at the, uh, at the end of the year we’re going to do a calendar with all of the winners.”

She placed the bra on top of the clothes she already had on my desk. “A calendar?!” Her eyes sparkled at the thought.

“Oh yeah, a calendar,” I nodded while her tiny g-string slipped past her knees. “So, uh, you know, we want to make sure our calendar girls would, you know, make our competitors jealous.”

“Oh yeah! I get it!” she said beaming. Dumb bitch!

She stood proudly before me naked with the exception of her red high heels, her hands behind her back with a wide smile across her face. Every inch of her body was a golden tan with not a tan line to be found. Her breasts were perky and sat up way and high. She had a landing strip of brown hair perched just above her puffy pink lips. It was tough to keep my composure. I long ago lost the battle with my trouser snake.

Once again, she turned her hips side to side. “So? What do you think? Do I look like a calendar girl?”

“Oh, absolutely!”

“I’ve always wanted to be in a calendar! That and one of those men’s magazines, you know? But a calendar would be great! I can’t believe I’m going to be in a calendar!” She was so lost in the thought she completely forgot she was butt naked.

I held up a finger. “Well, you’re not a calendar girl just yet. You’re really close! Really close! There’s one more thing I need for you to do before I report back to the other judges though.”

“Really? What’s that?” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my python. Her eyebrows went to the top of her forehead. Her hand covered her wide open mouth. “(GASP!) Mark! Why…why did you pull your…your thingy out?!”

“Because I need to check out your oral skills,” I said as calmly as possible. “The judges will want a full report.”

“Oral skills?”

I waved my tool at her. “Yeah, oral skills. We need to make sure that, you know, your oral skills can pass the test. So I need to make sure that, uh, you know, your oral skills are satisfactory.”

She thought about it. Then it hit her. “(GASP!) You…you want me to, you know, suck you?!” I nodded my head and continued to wave my beef stick at her. “But…but what does that have to do with Employee of the Month?”

“Leslie, there are so many things required to be Employee of the Month. Way more than paperwork and a pretty smile.” I could see her hesitation. I could also see her lips swelling and starting to glisten. “You want to be in that calendar, don’t you?”

She nodded. “I really, really do.”

“Great! Why don’t you slide under my desk here. I need to really evaluate your skills and it might take a little bit.”

“Um, sure, okay.” She sexily slid into the dimly lit space and I moved my chair forward. I shivered when her small, thin fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft. “My gosh, Mark, it’s so big!”

“Have you ever, uh, practiced your oral skills on anything this big before?”

“Gosh, no! I mean, I’ve seen plenty of thingies before but, gee whiz, this one is really big!” I’ll bet you’ve seen plenty of them!

“Well, give it your best shot. I really want to see you in that calendar.”

“I’ll kırklareli escort do my best!”

“Uhgah!” I croaked when she took me into her hot, wet mouth. Her head began to bob. My swollen tip slammed against the back of her mouth every time she took the top half of me in. It felt like a shopvac was taking me in. Oh yeah, she’s done this before! My hand went to the back of her head. “Oh yeah, that’s it, Leslie. You’re doing great!” I moaned.

“Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmhmmmm!” she gurgled. The room quickly filled with the sounds of slurps and gags.

Two minutes later there was a knock at my door. The bobbing under my desk froze. The door cracked open and a head popped through. It was Matt, one of my designers and a friend.

“Hey, Mark, got a minute?”

“Uh, yeah, sure come on in.” Leslie choked when I shoved down on her head. Matt furrowed his brow and briefly glanced around the room wondering where the noise came from before sitting down.

“I’ve got a question about this Upchuck brochure,” he said as he laid his designs on my desk, not noticing the clump of clothes on the corner.

Leslie’s head began to bob again while I tried to concentrate on Matt’s concerns about the brochure. Meanwhile, Matt couldn’t help but notice the occasional sound that sounded as if it were coming from under my desk but wrote if off to the creaks of an ancient ventilation system.

Then it happened.

The tip of one of Leslie’s red high heels slipped out from under my desk and tapped Matt’s foot. He looked up from the floor with a confused, shocked look on his face.

“What the…” I held my finger to my lips and shhh’d him. He paused before he whispered “What the fuck?” I smiled and moved my hand that was above the desk up and down. “No fuckin’ way!” he whispered. I nodded. “Who is it?” I nodded my head in the direction of Leslie’s empty desk. His jaw dropped. “No fuckin’ way!” I held my finger to my lips again then motioned for him to come around the desk. His jaw dropped when he saw the top of her head diving in and out of my lap. “Oh fuck! No fuckin’ way!” We both chocked back laughs. I waved at him to go sit back down.

I winked at him then mouthed “Play along.” “Man, have you seen Leslie today? Damn!”

Leslie’s ears perked up. Her bouncing head stopped. Huh? She gagged when I shoved her back into my groin.

“Huh?” Then it hit him. “Oh! Right! Oh fuck! Man, those legs…damn! I wouldn’t mind having those wrapped around my neck.”

Are they talking about me?

“Oh, I know, right? And those tits! Just the right size. Firm and perky. Goddamn!”

“Oh fuck! She could poke an eye out with those fuckin’ nipples of hers!”

They are talking about me! A white hot heat grew between her legs hearing them talk about how they’d use her body. She couldn’t help herself. She squeaked at the first touch of her own hand. The throbbing in her mouth grew stronger.

“You know that Employee of the Month calendar we’re working on?” I asked.

Matt looked confused. “Huh?”

I frowned at him and nodded my head. “You know, that Employee of the Month calendar,” I growled.

“Oh! Uh, yeah, right, the calendar. Uh, what about it?”

I wonder if Matt’s one of the judges? I’ll have to be super nice to him just in case!

“Don’t you think she’d be great for this month?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

I’m going to be in a calendar! She sucked me harder and faster.

“After she’s passed all of the tests, of course.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, right. The tests. Sure.” There was a pause. “You know, all the guys talk about what a tight little body she’s got,” Matt continued.

All the guys?! A light yipe slipped through her lips when she buried two fingers in her soaked karabük escort slit.

“I bet she’s got a tight little cunt, too,” I groaned.

“Oh fuck yeah! I’d tear that shit up!”

Oh my God! Yes! her mind screamed while she thumped her raised kernel hard and fast.

“She’d wear your sorry ass out,” I chuckled.

“Maybe,” he snickered. “I’ll bet she sucks cock like a pro.” We both fought back laughs.

“I’ll bet she likes sucking on fat cocks,” I said with a grin.

“Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmhmmmm!” she quietly moaned. I do! I do love sucking on big, fat cocks!

“Play your cards right and you might find out some day,” Matt said with a laugh caught in his throat.

“I wonder if…if…grrrrrrr…if she’d take two at a time.”

“Oh, I’ll bet she loves a little DP.”

Yes! Yes! I love two big, fat cocks inside of me! Oh God! Oh God! Ah…ah… “Mmmmmmmmmmm!” she couldn’t help but moan as the electricity of her self-inflicted orgasm tore through her body.

Matt and I both smiled ear to ear hearing her muffled moan. I shoved down on her head and rocked my hips.

“Oh yeah, I…I…grrrrrrr…I have no doubt she…loves a little…mmmmmm…a little double…teammmmm…” I groaned through a clenched jaw. My body stiffened and my hand on the desk balled into a fist.

Matt covered his mouth to muffle his laugh as Leslie coughed and gagged while I shoved down on her head and held it there. Spunk quickly filled her mouth. She swallowed as hard and as fast as she could.

“You okay there, buddy?” Matt cracked.

“Never better,” I panted.

Leslie’s head shot out of my crotch and she gasped for air. She found herself yearning to have my pole crammed into her every hole.

“Well, uh, I…I think that about covers it, doesn’t it, Matt? Any other questions?”

“Oh, I have a ton of questions,” he grinned. “But they can wait until another day.”

When Matt got out of his seat he had a noticeable bulge in his pants. Poor bastard I chuckled to myself. I rolled my chair back and peered under the desk. Leslie was on her knees wiping a streak of white from her chin. She tucked it between her lips and smiled.

“Mmmmmm, you taste delicious,” she purred.

I helped her crawl out from her hiding place. While I pulled her to her feet, I asked, “So, did you like that?”

Her eyes lit up and she giggled. “Oh my gosh! That was so naughty! And exciting! That was fun! Do you think Matt knew I was under there doing, you know, that?”

I shook my head. “Nah, he didn’t have a clue. C’mon, let’s get you dressed before somebody else comes in. She grabbed her g-string and bent over to put them on until I stopped her. “You know what? Do you want to score bonus points with the judges?”

“Do I ever!”

“Good. Don’t wear underwear for the next couple of weeks.”

“Really? How will the judges know I don’t have any underwear on?”

I smiled and winked. “Oh, they’ll know. Just put those in this drawer here for safe keeping.” She dropped the g-string and bra into the drawer I had pulled open.

“Who are the judges anyway?” she asked as she pulled her skirt up her silky thighs.

“Ohhhh, I can’t tell you that. You might give them special treatment. We can’t have that.”

“Is Matt one?” she asked as her blouse came over her head.

“I can’t tell you that.”

She gave me a mischievous smile. “I’ll bet he is.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe he is. Maybe he isn’t. I really can’t say. You’d better get back to your desk before somebody comes looking for you.”

“Oh! Right!” She stopped at the door and turned. “So, uh, when…when you all make a decision?”

“In a couple of weeks. I’ll let you know.”

“Okay.” She paused. “I really wanna be in that calendar. I’d do just about anything to be in it.”

Anything huh? “I’ll be sure to mention that when we meet to discuss the candidates.”

“Okay! Thank you, Mark!”

My lips curled into a wicked half grin. No, thank you.

Will Leslie be October’s Employee of the Month? To be continued…

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This short story is taken from a much larger series of chapters that I have been working on, I have now finished four chapters each approximately thirty thousand words.

They chart the life of a young girl called Jenny from a small town in north east England. In this excerpt we find Jenny at the age of twenty three, engaged and living with her boyfriend in their first house, she has been sexually active for many years and her fiancée encourages her to not only flaunt herself but have sex with whoever she wants.

Jenny’s hairdressing round was as busy as ever and she even had to turn customers away, one of her clients was Lyn, Lyn was the same age as Jenny’s mother but with a lot more life in her. Lyn’s daughter Jayne had gone to school with Jenny and they lived in a semi detached house on the Fairfax estate with Mel, Lyn’s husband. Jenny did Lyn’s hair once a fortnight on a Friday afternoon and once a month she also cut Mel’s hair, Lyn worked at a local supermarket and Mel was a lorry driver who was often away for days but was always back on a Friday.

Things had started off quite normal, Jenny would sort out Lyn’s hair then she would put a towel round Mel and trim his hair while Lyn busied herself with chores usually chatting with Lyn as she cleaned or tidied things up. Often Lyn would leave Jenny and Mel in the kitchen while she went about her work and this was when Mel’s hands began to wander, it started with him stroking her skirt or legs or when Jenny was leaning in close to him her boobs. At first Jenny was shocked and stepped away from him but over time she became used to it, Mel was not particularly good looking, he was older than Jenny’s dad and was always unshaven but it was a difficult situation for Jenny as she could hardly tell Lyn her husband was feeling her up every time she looked away.

Each time Jenny cut Mel’s hair things seemed to go a bit further, it started with him stroking her skirt to find out if she was wearing stockings and rubbing her suspenders, then getting his hand up her skirt and grabbing her arse or feeling his way round her knickers, all this while they both talked to Lyn who was unaware what was going on. By the time a couple of months had passed Mel had now managed to get his fingers inside her thong rubbing her pubes and feeling her slit, he was also very skilful in rubbing Jenny’s nipples until they were fully erect, initially Jenny resisted, Lyn was her friend and she liked her.

But Jenny also realised that she liked his groping and was starting to look forward to her karaman escort visits, she started to wear less tight skirts so he could get easier access to her, wore g strings instead of thongs and thinner tops braless of course. Every now and then Mel would manage to get a finger inside her knickers and up her pussy, grinning at Jenny as he found she was deliciously wet and Jenny would close her eyes as he frigged her while still trying to have a conversation with his wife. Jenny just saw it all as a bit of fun and the thought of a guy in his fifties fiddling with her turned her on, she was not going to shag him, Lyn was always there but it was a bit of a laugh and she had to admit doing it while Lyn was there was the real exciting bit.

Jenny pushed things a bit further one week, Mel had been like an octopus either grabbing her boobs or reaching for her pussy whenever he got the chance, Lyn had just left them alone going in to the front room with a duster and polish and Jenny moved away from Mel and stood in front of him with a cheeky smile on her face. Jenny was standing in front of the seated Mel, comb and scissors in one hand and slowly while looking him in the eye began to raise her skirt, her stocking tops came in to view first then her suspenders and then as a little treat for him her sheer black g string which she had carefully selected that morning.

Jenny licked her lips and snaked a finger down over her pubes and rubbed her fanny while moving towards him slowly, eventually she moved in to his reach and he thrust two fingers under her knickers and straight up Jenny’s dripping cunt. Jenny gasped as he moved his fingers in and out of her, his movement made easier as Jenny was now soaking, suddenly they were disturbed by Lyn appearing at the doorway polishing the woodwork and asking Jenny about potential holiday destinations that year. Jenny was mortified and froze but Mel carried on fingering her and Jenny had no option but to carry on a conversation with Lyn while her husband sank his fingers up her and rubbed her clit, eventually Mel had to stop as Lyn had to put her cleaning things away and reluctantly he withdrew his hand from under Jenny’s skirt.

This behaviour carried on for the next few months, on occasion Mel would motion for Jenny to look at his crotch and he would proudly show her the enlarged bulge in his jeans even rubbing it in front of her, Jenny just laughed and would squat his groin with her comb.

One Friday Jenny arrived at Lyn’s house as normal and Lyn appeared kars escort to be a bit upset, she told Jenny that her mother had been taken in to hospital and although it was not serious she just wanted a quick blow dry as she was going to see her and would have to leave soon, Mel was in the kitchen and had a sly grin on his face as he greeted Jenny. Jenny got to work on Lyn’s hair and in fifteen minutes she was finished, Lyn grabbed her bag and car keys and told Mel she would phone him when she got there, Jenny gave Lyn a cuddle and told her everything would be alright and Lyn left the house.

Mel came and sat in the chair and Jenny put a towel round him and started cutting his hair, she was a bit concerned now with Lyn out of the way what would he expect, maybe he would try and shag her, Jenny was also feeling sorry for poor Lyn but there was nothing she could do about it some things are just meant to be. Mel appeared to be well behaved he did not touch her at all and just sat there like a normal customer that was until Jenny was just finishing his hair.

As Jenny was leaning over him he started undoing the buttons on Jenny’s cream blouse, he started at the bottom and soon had them all open and Jenny’s ripe young firm boobs were on full display, Mel opened her shirt and caressed her tits touching her nipples until they stood out proudly. Mel leaned forward and licked Jenny’s nipple before sinking his mouth over it and sucking on it, at the same time he grasped her skirt with both hands and lifted it over Jenny’s hips exposing her black suspender belt and stockings, his hands moved to her taut bottom and pulled her to him. Mel left Jenny’s tits and started licking her neck and ears before searching for her mouth where Jenny opened her lips and kissed him back her tongue meeting his as Mel’s hands continued to kneed her bum and grind her down on to his crotch which was now hard with excitement.

Mel stood up and lifted Jenny so they were facing each other and started to move her backwards were he lifted her on to the worktop, pulling her g string down her hips and off one leg before parting her thighs and pressing himself close to her. Jenny sat there looking at him, her blouse was wide open her tits heaving, her skirt was bunched around her waist and her stocking clad legs wide apart with her young fanny gaping and glistening. Mel pulled his shirt over his head and reaching down unzipped his jeans before leaving them to roll down his body, his thick cock sprung up and Jenny reached down kıbrıs escort to grasp it before pulling it towards her pussy.

Jenny leaned back as Mel took hold of his shaft and pushed it forward rubbing his purple head up and down Jenny’s lips, Jenny gasped as he inched his dick forward and slowly inserted it up her before burying it deep inside her until their pubes were intertwined. Slowly Mel built up a rhythm and Jenny reached on to him as he fucked her, Mel leant forward his tongue again licking her neck and started sucking on her soft skin as his cock pounded in to Jenny who could feel her fanny getting wetter and wider as her orgasm was building inside her, she pulled his mouth off her neck and poked her tongue in to his mouth as she came on his dick and moaned as her climax shot through her. She could sense he was going to cum and took hold of his arse and told him to fuck her harder and cum inside her, Mel started groaning and sped up his thrusting and biting on her neck.

Something moved to Jenny’s left and turning her head to the kitchen window she was face to face with someone looking at her, Jenny was shocked, it was Terry, Mel’s mate who was getting a great view of her getting screwed. Mel announced he was going to cum the same time as Jenny screamed and started to push Mel off her, Mel was in mid orgasm and as his cock was pushed out of Jenny’s wet pussy he started to spurt his cum, the first burst covered Jenny’s fanny and the rest hit the drawers under the worktop where it started dripping down and on to the floor. ‘What the Fuck’ Mel gasped and Jenny pointed to the window where Terry was grinning at the pair of them, Mel pulled his jeans up and Jenny eased herself down off the worktop her arse sliding over Mel’s spunk before running out the kitchen where she went to the bathroom and did her best to clean herself up.

Jenny could hear Mel open the door and talk to Terry and waited until the door had closed before returning to the kitchen where Mel was sat reading the paper. Mel explained that Terry was a good mate and would not say anything and if Jenny was up for it they could have another go upstairs as Terry would not be coming back. Jenny was really embarrassed and told Mel that no she would not be doing that and she would not be doing anything with him again, she just wanted to leave and collected her things and made for the door, before leaving the kitchen she pointed to Mel’s cum plastered all over the drawers and floor and suggested he might like to clean that up.

Jenny sat in her car, ‘fucking hell’ she thought, Peter her boyfriend knew Terry, they both went to the rugby club, and he had just witnessed her being shagged and spunk hosed all over her fanny, she would have to tell him tonight, but first she needed to go home and change her skirt was covered in white stains.

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Derek, or D, as I call him, had taken my virginity. Afterwards he left without asking me out again.

I knew he was the one, but I don’t think he did, yet!

About a week later I was on my way to night school for my typing and shorthand classes when I heard a car horn. Looking round he pulled up beside me.

It was a warm evening, he was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, god he looked hot.

I was quite covered up, well for me, my tits were covered and my skirt was a good six inches below my cunt.

“Hi,” he said. “How is my favourite cum slut?”

I mumbled some reply, trying to appear cool, but thinking, you bastard, I let you take my virginity and you act so indifferently.

“Fancy a ride somewhere Anna, my cock is getting hard and my balls are full.”

“What’s wrong, Lyn not looking after you.” I asked. Lyn was his girlfriend

“Yes she is, but nothing like you do, come on, you know you want to.”

I did, but was not giving in that easy, “maybe later after nightschool, in an hour say.”

He surprised me by saying yes, he would pick.me up from the college then.

After my class, I went and put some lipstick on, turned up the waist on my skirt to make it look shorter.

He was in the car park, waiting, as I got in his car. As I’ve said before, a Mini.

“Do you want a drink or shall we just find somewhere to fuck!”

Lovely I thought, as I sat there. “Lets go for a drink first please D, then we will see.”

“Fuck you, if we go for a drink will you do what I ask you afterwards.”

My cunt was saying yes please, but trying not to appear that easy, “depends what it is.” I replied.

He drove to a pub, it was in town with a big car park. A favourite for people of our age. It was quiet and he got some drinks. He lifted my skirt, and felt me through my knickers.

“God I’ve never known a girl whose cunt is as wet as your, take them off.”

“Not yet, please D,” I said, as we were sat at the bar on stools. If I had it would have meant taking my knickers off in front of everyone.

“Why not, you know you love it, flashing your body to anybody.”

I had to admit I loved flashing, it never bothered me who saw me.

“Fuck you.” I said as I stood up from the stool and took my knickers off. A few guys whistled as I pulled my knickers down. I handed them to him.

“Satisfied, I bet Lyn doesn’t do this for you.”

“I’m still training her, you are so easy.”

“Any other cocks used that beautiful cunt of yours since me?” He asked.

I looked him straight in the eyes, “only my brother.” I replied.

“You fucking whore, not your own brother, honestly!”

“Yes.” And I told him about the next morning. After he had me, I told my brother the next morning and let him have me.

My cunt was throbbing, getting juicy as I told him.

I know I love it, and as I looked around, a few guys had moved seats, trying to get a better view up my skirt. I swung my legs around on the stool, opened my legs showing my cunt to them.

“Is this want you want me to do?”

He smiled and ran his hand up my thighs. I felt his finger enter me. The guys were watching, their mouths open, as D started finger fucking me in front of them.

Two of them got up and walked to the bar, they stood next to us.

D said, “help yourselves guys, she is easy.”

“You bastard. Not now, please D.”

One guy had pulled my blouse out of my skirt and his hands were up inside, feeling my tits. He undid my bra, and was soon squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples. The other ran his hand up thigh, I felt his finger join D’s up my cunt.

Why am I like this I thought, nice girls don’t let their boyfriends use them like this. D removed his finger, the other guy now had three fingers in me.

D looked at me, “enjoying it Anna?”

“Yeeess, I moaned.”

“Do you want their cocks, you horny slut.”

I nodded as I orgasmed, coming on the bar stool.

He wiped the bar stool with my knickers as we left. The two guys said we will follow you to D.

“You really want me to do this, you know they will want to fuck me.”

“It’s not even if I am.your girlfriend, would you get Lyn to do this?”

“Don’t be silly, she would never to do this, but she is not a cock lover like. You have let your brother, your aunty and uncle fuck you. And you fucking love it. If it helps, would you be my girlfriend?”

I thought for a while, he was right, I love cock and being used. Plus he asked me to be his girlfriend.

“Alright, the answer is yes to both.”

“Kiss me you dirty bitch, I’ve got a hard on thinking of you fucking those two. Watching you take them on, suck them off first so they last longer fucking you.”

So I got in his car, and we drove to spot near the local show ground used by courting couples. Luckily there was no one else there.

“Give me my knickers please D?”

“Why.”

“So you can watch them tear them off me, lets go.”

They were out of their car already.

I walked over to a bench and sat down, ” come on then boys let the lady ordu escort see what your cocks are like.”

D was watching as I unzipped them, pulling both cocks out. I started sucking them, feeling their balls, licking on them.

“Fuck she is a greedy slut, come on take it all the way in, you filthy bitch. I’m.going to fill your fucking mouth with my spunk.”

I was wanking one, while my mouth was busy on the other cock.

D, had his cock out, playing with it, watching me, a big smile on his face.

The first guy put his hand behind my head, pulling me tight on his cock. I knew he was nearly there.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, swallow it you cocksucker.”

I did, a nice load filled my mouth and I greedily swallowed it.

“Your turn,” I said to the other guy as my mouth covered his cock.

My head was soon going up and down on cock.

His cock was bigger than the first one and I had to take some of it down my throat to get it all in.

“She’s taking it all the fucking way in, god she’s good.”

I squeezed his balls as he came in my mouth. It was more than a mouthful, he carried on jerking his load off on my face as my tongue licked it up.

I looked at D, he came closer and sprayed my face with his load. I used my fingers to scoop it up and put in in my mouth, opening my mouth to let them see me swallowing it down.my throat.

They started to pull their trousers up.

“Hang on guys, what about me. Don’t you want to fuck this cunt.” I said as I dropped my skirt, my knickers were soaking. My bush was visible in my knickers. I unbuttoned my blouse.

Their trousers were off in a flash, one pulled my bra off. I bent over the bench, pushing my ass in the air. I stoked my slit over my knickers.

“Well, don’t just stand there, my cunt needs some attention.”

One of them caught hold of my knickers and tore them down to my ankles, his fingers went between my legs and he roughly pushed three or four fingers in my cunt.

“Fuck you’ve got to feel this cunt, she is soaking wet, and she is so tight.” His friend used his fingers as well.

One grabbed my hips and just thrust his cock in me, balls deep. I moaned, as my first orgasm hit me.

“That’s it,fuck my cunt, just fuck me, I want that cock deep in my hole, use me as your fucking cum slut.”

I saw D out of the corner of my eyes, smiled at him as I let them both fuck me and cum up my cunt.

I stayed bent over the bench, my juices and their cum running down my thighs as the guys dressed and left.

“Enjoy that you dirty bastard?” I asked him.

His cock must have been an inch longer than normal as he slipped it straight in my cum filled cock. He only managed a few thrusts before his load joined theirs in my cunt.

We both just sat there, me holding my cunt, him still jerking himself to get the last few drops out. I leaned over and sucked it to help him.

“That was so beautiful to watch. Fuck, I love you.”

He said it, he loved me. I climbed on top of him, putting his limp cock between my cunt lips.

“And, just think they never used my ass, or both at once. Who were they?”

“I don’t know, just two guys I met in the pub waiting for you.”

“Not friends then!”

“No, why?”

“Just wondered.” I said.

In truth I was thinking of Dave, one of his friends with a good nine inches of cock on him. I was riding up and down on his lap, his cock was slowly responding.

We were still fucking as another car pulled in.

I looked over my shoulder and a couple got out and walked towards us. I continued riding D’s cock as they approached. I suddenly realised it was my friend, Sue, and some guy. She saw it was me as she approached and smiled.

“Hi, Anna I see your not a virgin anymore then. You know this is a dogging site don’t you.” She asked.

“No, but is that why you are here?”

“Of course, this John, my boyfriend, I think you have sucked his cock before.”

“Hello John, I’m Anna and this is Derek, my boyfriend.”

Sue said, “fuck turn around Anna, let us see his cock going in you.”

I turned around and faced them as D kept up a steady rhythm. Sue straight away got down and started licking my cunt and D’s cock I rode him. I felt her pull his cock out and put it in her mouth, then push it back in me.

“Fuck your cunt is leaking spunk, it’s running down your thighs and D’s balls are covered in it. That’s never just him is it?”

I told her about the guys who had just fucked me, and she was tasting them as well as me and D.

She carried on licking and sucking on both of us. John had his cock out, looking at it I remembered it. It had a skin blemish on one side.

D said I’m cumming, but Sue just pulled his cock out of my cunt and took his load in her mouth.

“Greedy bitch.” I said.

John then got Sue on her knees and fucked her as we watched. I returned the favour and sucked his cock as it came out of her.

We then talked for a while and agreed to go out on a foursome soon. No other people turned up so we left. osmaniye escort On the way back D said, “you know you mentioned my friends, are you saying you would like to fuck them?”

“If Dave is there, yes I would. I’m sure you would like to see his cock in me.”

“Just Dave or are you meaning a few more?”

“That’s up to you, how many guys would you like to fuck me.”

He never replied, but as he dropped me home, he was smiling as I got out.

We had arranged to meet the following Friday evening. He said he would pick me up about 6 o’clock, and to wear something sexy. I asked him like what, he just replied, like a tart.

I thought I can’t do that, I would have to leave home and my parents would see their daughter looking like a tart. Alright I know what I am, but, not my parents.

So I dressed as normal, nice skirt, blouse and a bra. Then I put some other clothes in a bag. I had bought a black leather skirt that didn’t even cover my ass, a sheer blouse that showed my tits, no bra and some red lace knickers.

He picked me up and looked disappointed, “don’t worry, I will change my clothes later. Where are we going and will your friends be there?”

OK he said, and that we were meeting at a pub in town. Then it was up to me as to how far to go. He told me his parents were away, so his house was available.

We got to the pub, I saw Dave straight away and smiled. D introduced me to three or four of his other friends, and got some drinks. Dave had his hand up my skirt and told the others how good I was at sucking cock.

They moved to a table in a sort of alcove, it meant not many others could see us.

As D was getting the drinks they were all asking if I was a whore that D had found. Dave said no, Anna is his girlfriend but loves cock, lots of cock.

I grinned and nodded, my cunt was leaking as I saw the bulges in their trousers.

D came back with the drinks. I excused myself and went to the ladies to change. I stripped off, sat down for a pee, wiped myself clean.

I put on the lacy red knickers, the sheer blouse. The leather skirt never covered my ass, let alone my knickers. It really was just a pussy pelmet, as we called them then.

I looked in the mirror, god I am a fucking tart I thought. I saw a few other girls in see through blouses, so I thought ok, I pushed my shoulders back pushed my tits out and walked back through the pub. I could see everyone looking at my tits, my nipples were hard,

As I approached D and his friends their mouths were wide open.

“Like what you see boys.” I said, smiling at D.

I sat down, my skirt was so short I might has well not been wearing one. Their eyes were on my tits or my knickers, which were getting wetter by the minute, my pubic hairs were clearly visible.

“Fuck she is so hot.” One of them said. I later found out he was Nick.

Playing up to them, and D, I asked what would they like me to do next as I sipped my drink, running my tongue around the glass.

D introduced me to Dave, Nick, Tom and Andy.

He told them I was his girlfriend and I was a horny bitch that loved cock.

About true, I thought.

Tom said, “so you are saying she is available.”

“And willing.” I said

“To all of us?” Nick asked.

“Of course.” I replied.

There was a lot of discussion about me, most of it disgusting, but it was turning me on. I kept looking at Dave, thinking of his nine inches.

My glass was empty and Nick got some more drinks.

My skirt was riding up as I sat there, my knickers were now on full view.

“Look at that hairy cunt, and those nipples.” Tom said.

“You like my cunt then boys, I think it likes you.” I said as I ran my hand up my slit. I pulled my knickers to one side and put a finger inside.

Taking it out, I held it up. “Who wants to taste it?”

Tom was closest and took it in his mouth. “God, she tastes delicious.”

Nick, sat beside me, soon had a couple of fingers in me.

“And juicy.” He said.

I slid forward on my chair so my cunt was more available. Nick took his fingers out, and started to pull my knickers off.

I lifted up so he could get them off easier.

Andy and Dave were just watching.

Soon Nick and Tom were fingering me openly, I noticed that some of the other customers were now watching openly.

I heard one guy say to his girl, why don’t you do that. She was rubbing his cock through his trousers, and just nodded at him.

I grabbed their hands as my first orgasm hit me. I moaned crossing my legs.

“Did you just cum?” Nick asked.

“Fuck yes, the first of many I hope. Are we going yet D?” I asked.

Tom was openly pinching my nipples, having undone some buttons. I thought I could end up naked here if they keep going.

Dave then said, “our turn.” He and Andy swapped places with Nick and Tom.

Dave soon lifted me up and pulled my skirt up to my waist, Andy pulled my blouse wide open.

I looked around, the people watching had formed a block across the alcove, sinop escort so only they could watch. The one girl was openly wanking her boyfriend as they watched.

Dave unzipped and released his cock, the girl gasped as she saw it. Dave lifted me up and pulled me on his lap. I thought he is never going to fuck me here, is he?

I felt his hand on his cock, he pushed me forward a bit. I felt the head at my entrance.

He pulled me back down and I felt nine inches of hard cock fill my cunt. Dave started fucking me in front of the crowd.

Not to be outdone, Andy stood up and soon had his cock in front of my face. My mouth just opened and he fed it in.

The girl who had been watching was now on her knees sucking her boyfriend’s cock. Others were openly touching themselves.

I didn’t care where we were, I had a cock in my mouth and Dave’s beautiful cock stretching my cunt.I

God, it was the biggest cock I had taken, and I was being watched as I rode his cock. Andy just removed my blouse, so all I had on was my skirt, which was bunched up around my waist.

I could not help myself, my hand went between Andy’s legs and I pulled his cock deeper in my mouth. It was not as big as Dave’s, but still a nice mouthful.

I head Nick and Tom talking to D. “Fuck she is so hot and horny, look at her sucking Andy off while Dave is fucking her.”

Dave whispered in my ear, “loving this, you dirty cunt. I’m going to fill your cunt with my spunk. Later it’s going up your tight asshole and Brutus will have been in all your holes. Is that what you want, you cock teaser?”

I tried to speak, but with my mouth full of cock, I went mmuummmm and squeezed my pelvic muscles on his cock.

I found out later that Dave and Carol, his girlfriend called his cock Brutus. I thought we must think of a name for D’s cock.

I felt Andy’s balls tighten up, he was getting ready to unload his spunk in my mouth. Fuck, in front of those watching. I tried to pull my head away, but his hand was behind my neck.Dave was pinching my nipples hard, oh god I was fucking cumming as they both unloaded their spunk in me.

I came, my moans filled the air, my juices washing over Dave’s cock, I swallowed what I could of Andy’s load. I was so turned on, I would have let anyone fuck me. My orgasms just kept coming, god I wanted more cock.

What am I thought, I loved it, being fucked, being used, being watched.

D said, “come on Anna, time to go, they all want to fuck you. We might get thrown out after your moaning.”

I put my blouse over my shoulders, I lifted myself, reluctantly, off Dave’s cock. His spunk was running out of my cunt as we left the pub. My skirt was still around my waist as we reached the car park.I noticed the couple talking to D, and he nodded.

The guys just pushed me in Dave’s car, in the back seat. Nick and Tom got in with me, they pulled my skirt and blouse off as Andy got in the front with Dave. I was laid across their laps, Nick put his cock in my mouth, Tom was busy with his fingers to start with. I soon felt his hand up my cunt.

They were talking as though I wasn’t there.

“Fuck she is a right dirty cunt, a cock loving bitch.” As they did what they wanted to me.

Is this what D wanted I wondered. I just felt like a bitch on heat.

I was sucking Nicks cock and balls as Tom was telling the others he was fisting my cunt..

We soon arrived at D’s house, they carried me in like a trophy they had won.

D had prepared the lounge, pillows and blankets spread out on the floor and seats.

I was put on the sofa, as they all stripped off. My eyes were on their cocks. I was licking my lips as D said ok guys, she is all yours.

“Welcome to your first gang bang Anna.” he said.

I said I wanted to pee, but they never stopped. It was like a pack of animals seeing their prey.

Nick and Tom fucked me first, missionary style. Both came up my cunt.

The Dave said, ” time for Brutus to fill that ass of yours Anna. Get on your knees and spread those ass cheeks.”

I did as told and waited for the biggest cock so far to invade my rear passage. Dave used his fingers in my cunt to moisten his cock and my asshole.

They were all watching as he just pushed it roughly. straight in my anus. I screamed in pain. It felt like he was raping my asshole.

He just pumped away, the pain subsided, and I was soon pushing back to meet his thrusts.

“The dirty cunt is enjoying it, aren’t you bitch.”

“Fuck yes, I want it as deep up my ass that you can get it, just use my ass please Dave, don’t fucking stop.”

He treated me like the slut I was.

Dave shot his load in my ass. I orgasmed as he pulled it out and put it straight in mouth.

“Suck my cock clean, you dirty bitch.”

I did, my tongue was all over it, as I tasted his cum and my ass juices.

“Fucking hat trick, every hole used and filled.” He said as he slapped my ass.

I was then fucked in every hole, over and over. In positions I had never thought of. One time I was upside down, resting on my hands, they were holding my legs apart in the air and pushing their cocks in my holes from above.

When I was being spit roasted I saw the couple from the pub watching. D was undressing her, and as she stood there, he bent her over and started fucking her as she watched me.

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Note: All characters are over 18.

I woke up the morning of the pool party excited for the day to come. It was the beginning of my senior year, and according to all of the seniors in last year’s class this one was mostly a big “blow-off.” I already had been accepted to college, so there was no reason to pad my GPA any more. In fact, I had been invited to a pool party by one of the coolest girls in school, Brooke Matthews. Brooke was a blonde, tall and preppy; not exactly my type, but objectively attractive nonetheless. I knew I would never have a chance with her though.

I rolled out of bed and stared at myself in the mirror. Puberty had hit me hard in some ways and … less hard in others. I think I had become fairly “handsome.” I had high cheekbones and a sharp jaw. My blue eyes complimented my brown hair pretty well too if I do say so myself. Best of all, I stood a strapping 6’5″, with long, skinny arms and legs the length of stilts. I really enjoyed being tall, but that didn’t erase my other insecurities.

I had a hard time adding muscle to my gangly frame, for instance, and my Irish genes left me pale as a bone. I puffed out my chest and flexed my lean but slender muscles in the mirror before exhaling dejectedly. Although I would probably be the tallest guy at the party, I knew that my scrawny bod would be upstaged by all of the football players that would be in attendance.

After a few seconds spent looking in the mirror, I impulsively dropped my boxers, leaving me wearing nothing but a pair of white calf socks. If I had one wish in this world, I wouldn’t make myself more muscular or tan. I knew the one insecurity that would always dwell in the back of my head was my small, harmless little cock.

When soft, it didn’t really even “hang” like the other guys I had seen in the locker room; instead, it poked out of my body like a thimble. I stared at the undersized acorn perched gingerly on top of my tight little sack. Although I was circumcised, my shaft was so short that some of the skin covered the ridge of my little pink head. Years of obsessive measuring informed me that it was barely over an inch soft, and a bit under four inches hard. As I gazed at my secret shame in the mirror, I let out a sigh and thought about my recent 18th birthday.

It was official. This was it. It was done growing.

Last night I opted to shave “down there” in anticipation of the party. Not because I thought anyone was going to see it or anything; I had basically resigned myself to (hopefully) losing my virginity at college. I just wanted to psych myself up and feel as “sexy” as possible. The results were…disappointing, to say the least.

But I knew I shouldn’t worry about that today. I should focus on the party. School was finally coming to an end, and real-life was beginning. I slipped on my trunks, grabbed a towel, slathered some sunscreen on my paperwhite skin, and began walking over to Brooke’s house. I decided right then and there that this would be the beginning of the best year of my life.

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I knew Brooke from chemistry class. She sat next to me junior year. Brooke had always been very kind to me; I feel like every high school has the girl who is part of the “popular clique” but somehow manages to actually be pretty chill. Chemistry was kind of my thing—and of course, I was desperate to help a pretty girl—so tutored her a bit and made sure that she passed the class. I think that was why she invited me to the party, even though I wasn’t necessarily one of the “cool” kids.

Not that I was unpopular or anything, I just belonged to the vast, amorphous high school “middle class.” However, I nonetheless expected to be one of the least popular students at the party. These suspicions were largely confirmed upon my arrival.

As I opened the gate to Brooke’s backyard, she ran up to me and gave me a big hug.

“Luke!! I’m so glad you made it!!” she exclaimed.

I was a bit taken off guard, but secretly quite thankful. This public display of affection may prove to be enough to buy me some social capital among the “cool” crowd that surrounded the pool. I didn’t know most of them by name but recognized a lot of them from school. As my eyes darted around the pool, I took mental notes of the various partygoers. Next to a grill set up to my right was Josh, who was basically Brooke’s male equivalent; tall, attractive, muscular, and seemingly a pretty nice guy. Standing next to him was Kyle; also attractive and muscular, but not quite as nice of a guy, at least in my experience. I’m not going to lie, I was definitely intimidated by these musclebound jocks, but I took some solace in the fact that I was the tallest guy at the party.

Brooke ended her embrace and led me over to the group of swaggering bros and cheerleader types surrounding the grill. Other attendees I recognized from school were frolicking in the pool, drinking beers, and engaging each other in conversation. As Brooke led me past the small crowd and tokat escort toward the Josh/Kyle clique, I couldn’t help but stare at her butt out of the corner of my eye. It bounced up and down as she walked briskly towards her friends. Brooke was about 5’9″ and slender, but athletic, with long blonde hair and sharp features. However, I noticed that her ass was bigger than you would expect. I was particularly enraptured by a brown mole on her right buttcheek.

“Luke, have you met Victoria?” she asked, gesturing towards a tan, “sports-y” looking girl with long black hair and ample breasts.

“I think I’ve seen you around!” I said, awkwardly waving to her. This was a lie. I definitely knew who Victoria was; I had certainly masturbated to her mental image enough.

“Oh hey, your name’s Luke, right?” she asked disinterestedly.

“Yeah! I’m pleased to meet you, you know, for real.” That sounded dumb. Crap.

“For sure,” Victoria responded in a flat monotone as she immediately resumed talking with a redheaded girl in a green bathing suit. From their conversation, I gathered that the redhead’s name was Jess. Oh well, I thought to myself with a chuckle. I guess that one will have to stay a fantasy.

“And you know Luke and Kyle, right?” asked Brooke.

“Yeah, we had gym class together freshman year I think! I hope you’ve gotten better at kickball since then” said Josh with a good-natured laugh and a genuine smile.

Just as I had stolen some glimpses at Brooke’s derriere earlier, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering to Josh’s bulge. Even in board shorts, you could tell he was hung, which simultaneously intimidated me and kind of turned me on. I wasn’t sure if I was bi or just insecure, but I had always been a little obsessed with dicks.

Kyle laughed at Josh’s comment without any of the good-natured charm present in Josh’s greeting. “Yeah, this guy was worse than the special needs kids!” he spat venomously, beneath a thin veneer of humour. No, I didn’t like him at all.

“Kyyyle, that’s not funny!” said Brooke, before lightly slapping his chest in a gesture oozing with sexual tension. Great, looks like I’m the odd man out again. I felt awkward around these “cool kids,” so I decided to slip away as quickly as possible.

“I’m gonna go see how the water feels!” I said, attempting to project an aura of false confidence.

“Ok, hot dogs will be ready in a few!” Brooke stated brusquely, without taking her eyes off Kyle.

As I awkwardly disengaged from the grill scene, I recognized a pair of girls sitting on the far edge of the pool. One of them was a curvy girl named Alexandria; she used to date my friend Andrew a few years back. Andrew used to brag about how his dick was the biggest she had ever seen, which didn’t make me feel great about my little button cock. Today, Alexandria’s pair of double D breasts were spilling out of her black bikini, which honestly looked pretty sexy clinging to her thick thighs and chubby tummy. Alexandria wasn’t particularly popular around school—probably due to her reputation as a bit of a “slut”—but she had always been nice to me.

However, something about the petite brunette sitting next to her caught my eye.

I had seen this mousey, raven-haired girl around school before but never had a chance to talk to her. I think her name was Sophia Sanchez. At school she always seemed extremely introverted, walking through the halls staring at her feet and rarely talking to anyone. She dressed kind of goth, in a way that seemed like she was probably into anime (if that makes any sense…). She was kind of cute, in a nontraditional way. If it wasn’t for my own shyness, I probably would have talked to her before.

Either way, I was just glad to see some other people who didn’t look like they stepped right out of an Abercrombie catalog. I walked up to the two young women and introduced myself.

“Alexandria! How’s it going? Long time no see!”

“Ohhhh, hey there Luke!! It really has been forever. How are you?” Alexandria asked warmly.

“I’ve been good! I’m surprised to see you here!” I said, immediately regretting my choice of words.

“Oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean? We’re not cool enough to go to the kind of parties you do?” she shot back with a smirk.

“No!! No, of course not…um…I just meant that…” I managed to stammer before Alexandria cut me off with a laugh.

“Don’t worry big guy, I’m just giving you a hard time! Have you met Sophia?” she asked, gesturing to her companion. For the first time, Sophia looked me directly, albeit nervously, in the eyes.

And I couldn’t look away.

I knew she was cute, but at that moment, I realized that she was gorgeous. She stood about 5’1″ inches tall and was extremely petite, but had very little muscle tone. Her short black hair complemented her ivory skin, skin that was further accented by her shiny black nail polish. Her slender legs and short torso were covered by a purple bikini, yozgat escort while her huge brown eyes sat atop a pale, delicate nose that led down her round face to a pair of full lips and a sharp chin.

I didn’t know how, I didn’t know why, but I knew right then and there that I was in love.

“Hey!” she said sheepishly. I’m a bit of an expert in forced confidence myself, so I know it when I see it. “I’ve seen you around school before!”

“Yeah, me too!” I responded with a shy smile. In a rare moment of self-assuredness, I sat down next to her, dipping my legs in the pool and holding my forearm up next to hers. “Looks like we’re both in the pale gang!” I said with a smile.

Sophia laughed uncomfortably. “Yeah, I don’t get too much time in the sun. I only ended up here because Alexandria is cousins with that one girl, Victoria.” Her voice was slightly deeper than I would have expected. However, it radiated sweetness. The awkward smile on her face seemed to indicate that she was growing more comfortable talking to me now that I had broken the ice.

“Oh yeah, I know her,” I said, trying to sound cool. “Brooke invited me.” Immediately I saw a look of discomfort shoot through Sophia’s expressive brown eyes.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen her. She’s really pretty…” she said.

Dammit, I thought to myself. I probably came across like a douche name-dropping like that. A moment of silence came over us, as both of us retreated into our shells.

As my momentary confidence began to subside, I heard Josh yell “hotdogs are ready!” from somewhere behind me.

“Oh yay!” Sophia said excitedly. “I’m starved. Are you hungry Alexandria?” she asked, turning to our mutual friend. I felt like a horny idiot, but I took the moment to glance at Sophia’s body. It seemed like her breasts had grown since I had seen her in the high school halls—not that I ever really cared about that to begin with.

Huh, I thought. She must have filled out this summer.

“No, I ate before I came! Why don’t you head over there and meet some new people, girl?” exclaimed Alexandria with a smile.

Sophia looked nervous but stood up from the pool ledge and began to look over at the grill where Brooke, Josh, Kyle, and a whole host of others seemed to be conglomerating. “Ok!” she said determinedly as she began walking toward the crowd. I wanted to join her, but my nerves got the better of me and I needed a second to breathe.

“I’ll join you in a second!” I yelled as she walked off. I couldn’t help but staring at her cute, perky butt as she metaphorically made her way across the lunchroom to the cool kids’ table.

My momentary trance was snapped by Alexandria’s voice; “Something catch your eye, big guy?” I turned and saw her smirking at me suggestively.

“N-no, I was just uhhh seeing how long the line was,” I said defensively, as Alexandria laughed.

“Hahaha don’t be embarrassed. She likes you too, I can tell,” she said, playfully slapping me on the arm. “It’s painful to watch two such cute people bungle their way through a ‘meet cute.’ Besides, you know what they say about tall guys…” she said with a wink.

Oof. That did not put me at ease. My thoughts drifted to my minuscule dick. I could feel my secret shame retreating into my body at the thought of Sophia seeing it and being disappointed. The cold water around my legs likely wasn’t doing me any favors either.

Fuck, I thought. I could never satisfy her, could I? That was when I heard a sound that would change my life.

I was snapped out of my self-pitying trance at the sound of Sophia shrieking. I spun around as quickly as possible, immediately full of concern for the girl I had known for all of five minutes but already inexplicably fallen in love with. What I saw next caused my heart to stop.

Sophia was topless, her arms crossed across her breasts and her black fingernails dug into her ribcage. Her huge brown eyes were filled with fear as every muscle in her body shook violently. The pale skin on her cheeks had turned bright red as tears ran down her face. “Give me back my swimsuit!!” she shrieked, her voice cracking in rage and humiliation.

Victoria stood next to her with a sadistic smile on her face and Sophia’s top in her hand.

“The little bitch stuffs!! I knew her tits hadn’t grown that much over the summer!”

Victoria towered over her wickedly and raised Sophia’s top into the air. “Go on, you gotta jump for it, Tiny Tits!!”

Sophia frantically tried to comply with Victoria’s demand, desperately attempting to cover her small breasts with one arm while reaching for her bikini top with the other.

Victoria’s muscular leg kicked what appeared to be bra inserts into the pool, her ample bosoms swinging along with her. “Next time you’re gonna try to make everyone think you have boobs, make sure you tie the top correctly!!” she said with a wicked laugh.

In fact, everyone seemed to be laughing. Over a dozen of Sophia’s zonguldak escort classmates had formed a semi-circle around her, cackling with glee at her shame. Even Brooke, who I previously thought was “one of the good ones,” was suppressing giggles. The lone dissenter seemed to be Josh, who stood behind the grill with his hands on his hips and a look of disapproval on his face.

Sophia almost seemed to have gone feral. She was jumping up and down, attempting to snatch her purple swimsuit top from Victoria’s cruel grasp while still using one arm to cover her little tits. Deep moans of frustration and anguish escaped from her lips as tears streamed down her cheeks. While Sophia was distracted with re-obtaining her modesty, Victoria’s redheaded friend menacingly crept up behind her.

“Jess!! Oh my God!!” I heard Victoria cackle. Jess had taken advantage of Sophia’s preoccupation and slid her thumbs into the waistband of Sophia’s bottoms. With a single, sharp tug, Sophia’s last shred of privacy was ripped from her. Her pale, hairless pussy was exposed to the world.

Sophia immediately gave up her attempt to recover her top and used her free hand to cover her pussy. In the process, however, she lost her balance and came tumbling to the ground. The bathers around her bony ankles had tripped her up and she fell hard on her left hip as a gasp left her mouth. She rolled over onto her stomach and pulled her legs under her, while at the same moment Jess snatched her bottoms and tossed them on a nearby chair.

Sophia’s small porcelain hands clutched at her raven hair as she buried her head in her knees, while the other partygoers taunted and laughed at her. With her face buried in her knees and her legs curled underneath her, Sophia’s pale bottom and delicate pussy were exposed to the world.

Alexandria and I had been watching this scene play out from the side of the pool, paralyzed by shock. This is not right, I thought to myself.

This is not right.

I’ve never considered myself the most “macho” guy in the world, but at this moment that is who Sophia needed me to be. I was about to risk it all, my chance at popularity, my reputation in the eyes of Brooke and Josh, to help this girl that I had just met.

And it was worth it all. Somehow, I knew that she was worth it all.

I shot up from my perch at the edge of the pool and ran to the scene of Sophia’s public humiliation as quickly as possible.

“What the hell is wrong with you people?!?” I bellowed as I grabbed my towel and threw it over Sophia’s trembling shoulders. I helped her to her feet.

“Are you alright??” I asked her.

I felt Sophia’s body shaking violently from the adrenaline, but she remained silent. In fact, she appeared to have gone almost catatonic. I got no response from her as she stared intensely at the ground.

“Let’s get you out of here,” I said as I began guiding her out of the party. However, we wouldn’t prove to be that lucky.

With one hand around Sophia’s shoulders and the other holding her upper arm, I started briskly escorting her past our classmates. At that same moment, I felt a quick yank around my hips. Kyle, always the jock asshole, had pulled my trunks down to my knees. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach as my white, hairless little penis was exposed to the world. To Brooke. To Josh. To Alexandria. But worst of all, to Sophia.

The initial response from the onlookers appeared to be one of shock, as a silence fell over the crowd. That silence seemed to last an eternity. You could hear a pin drop as my fellow classmates stared at my pindick. Frozen in horror, I felt my life rush before my eyes. My little guy had basically retracted into my body at this point. All that was visible was a small, pink rosebud nestled tightly on top of a pair of dainty, marble-sized balls. This was it. Everyone knew my biggest secret.

After a few seconds, the laughter started.

“HE’S GOT NO DICK!!” Kyle harshly exclaimed as the crowd descended into uproarious laughter.

The ridiculous juxtaposition of my tiny penis and my gangly frame appeared to be the joke of the year to this crowd. Kyle drew his hand to my crotch and pointed out my shame, his fingers barely inches from my underdeveloped genitals. The fact that the final knuckle on his pointer finger was roughly the same size as my dick was not lost on me.

“It’s like a light switch!!” he laughed as he roughly flicked my tiny tool.

In stunned horror, I looked from face to face at the partygoers with their menacing smiles, cackling like hyenas. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I finally got a hold of myself, and while still propping up Sophia with one arm, I roughly swatted Kyles’ hand away from my organ.

“Oooohhhh, babydick’s got some fight in him I see!” he cackled.

I tried to reach down with my one free hand and pull up my shorts, to no avail. They were wet and clinging to my shins. I saw Brooke among the crowd, with both hands over her mouth. She was trying her damnedest to suppress her laughter. Eventually, her restraint gave way and she began belly-laughing as hard as anyone there. Oh well, at least she tried. I guess she really was nicer than the rest of them. Then, the most terrifying thought of all dawned on me.

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