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This is my first submission and I plan to make it a series. Constructive criticism is wanted and welcome. I also would love to hear if this excited you in any way. I have written many stories for my love, and this is one of them. I thank him for encouraging me to start sharing my stories and for being my inspiration. All characters in the story are 18 years of age or older.

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Aisha waited anxiously on the floor with the other naked virgins in a hallway of the palace. Some of the girls were clinging to each other and crying. Others simply tried to unsuccessfully cover their nakedness with their hands and long hair, or stare at the floor, fidgeting nervously. Aisha simply stared at her surroundings, observing the grand height of the ceiling, and the vibrant, lavish décor surrounding them. She had never been this far away from home before, and was not self-conscious about her nudity in front of the other girls. In a poor family, there is no time or room for modesty when getting dressed or bathing beside her nine older sisters.

Several guards were nearby, trying not to stare too closely. The guards did make Aisha self-conscious, so she tried to pretend they were not there. Suddenly a door opens in front of them and from it appears an attractive woman that Aisha assumes to be about 10 or 15 years older than her. She is dressed in colorful silks and has a commanding presence unusual in a woman. Though she is older, she has retained her beauty and Aisha observes one of the guards trying to hide that he admires the woman’s appearance. Aisha thinks to herself that he must not want to live very long. The older woman speaks to one of the guards in a low voice. The guard says loudly, “All of you stand up for inspection, now”. The young women do as they are told, most of them visibly shaking. Alisha stands up at the farthest end, not fearful, but not in a hurry to be “inspected” either.

The older woman approaches them and her eyes scan them all, one by one. She begins to slowly walk down the line. She passes the first three girls and stops at the fourth in the row. “Turn around so I can see your backside, girl.” The particular girl she speaks to has been clinging to another girl crying and hesitates.

One of the guards sternly says, “Let go of her, and turn around as you were told.”

The girl sniffles and moves from her friend to turn around, shaking all the while. The older woman looks her up and down from behind, then nods to the guard. The guards take the girl by her arms, leading her away which results in her crying hysterically and her friend to wail loudly in panic.

They all wait in the hallway as the older woman continues looking at the girls, passing some by, and nodding for another to be taken away. Most of the girls are quieter when taken away, but sniffling just the same. Finally, the older woman approaches Aisha. She pauses to tell the guard to lead the girls away that she did not choose.

The older woman turns to Aisha and starts to look her up and down. Her eyes raise up again and she notices Aisha looking her straight in the eyes. “Girl, what is your name?”

Aisha raises her chin and says, “My name is Aisha.”

The woman stares at her, seeming to contemplate something. Aisha, assuming she should, turns around to be inspected. The older woman looks a bit startled, but says nothing. She stares at the younger woman’s backside for a long moment. “Guard, lead her to my personal chambers. I will continue the inspection myself.” A knowing look crosses the guard’s face briefly, but he recovers and nods. “Girl, follow me.”

Alone in the lavish chambers of the older woman, Aisha fidgets nervously, not knowing if she should sit or remain standing. An over-sized bed with deep purple and dark pink silks bedding is the center of the room. She barely gets a chance to look around, when with a whisper of silk the older woman enters the room. “Aisha, my name is Huddah. I am the First of the harem, and have been with the Sheikh from the time that we both were very young. He trusts my judgement in selecting new girls for the harem, but ultimately it his him that decides who stays. Now, I must inspect you to be assured that you are a virgin as the Sheikh wants no man but himself to touch any of his women before he does. Lay on the bed, with your hind end at the edge, and spread your legs.”

Aisha stared at the woman in confusion. “I don’t understand. They already confirmed my virginity at the market, and again when we first entered the palace.”

Huddah crosses her arms, and says in a stern voice, “If you want to have an easier life in the harem, IF the Sheik decides to keep you, it would bode well to do what you are told at all times. Move. Now.”

Aisha walked reluctantly to the bed. The first time she was inspected, was terrifying and invasive. The elderly woman that checked her had spread her legs apart roughly, sticking her nails into her thighs, and laughed when Aisha tried bodrum escort bayan to close her legs. She had gripped her “down there” roughly and pulled the lips apart, pinching them hard. Aisha, being proud, had fought off the urge to cry out in pain when the woman jammed her fingers inside her. She was not going to let anyone see her cry or be afraid. At the palace, they were gentler, and the inspection was done by two women closer to her age. They had spoken to her soothingly as they spread her lips carefully, only looked at her and did not put any fingers inside her. It was like when her mother would help other women deliver their babies. They seemed to just perform a duty.

Now, she didn’t know what to expect. Would this woman hurt her too? The woman seemed like no one to defy, but she didn’t seem terribly unkind either. Aisha laid down on the side of the bed, and scooted her behind down to the edge. “Put your hands on your inner thighs, and hold them apart, girl”, said Huddah. Aisha did as she was told, closed her eyes, and braced herself for what was to come. She could hear the silks that Huddah was wearing whisper slightly as she settled down between her legs. Aisha felt Huddah’s breath on her pussy, which slightly tickled it. Aisha swallowed nervously, hoping that the woman would not hurt her. She felt her lips being spread again, gently and slowly. Huddah paused, and after a moment say, “Yes, I can see your virginity is still intact. Your parents must be proud to have such a daughter. Have you let anyone play with you down here, girl?”

“I don’t understand what you mean, Huddah.”

“Well”, said Huddah, “has anyone touched you like this?” Aisha felt Huddah slide a finger up and down slowly between the lips of her pussy.

Aisha sucked in her breath both in shock and for another reason she could not explain. “Nnnn…no Huddah.”

“Hmm. Pity. Well, you will get used to it.” Huddah continues sliding her finger between Aisha’s pussy lips, stopping to rub toward the top on the hard nub that Aisha had sometimes accidentally bumped when bathing. She had noticed it was sensitive and now it was getting more sensitive with each stroke. “You will come to crave it. I can tell that you are a sensual creature. Somewhat defiant too. You remind me of myself when the Sheik accepted me. Listen to me, and you will have a great life here.”

Aisha gulps, and is having difficulty listening to the woman’s words. She is confused by what the woman is doing to her down there. It doesn’t hurt. In fact, it feels…good. She feels like something inside her is building up, and if the woman were to stop what she is doing, she may need to rub it herself to relieve whatever it is that she is lacking. She feels Huddah moving the finger between her lips, faster. Aisha feels her pussy getting wet. Huddah slides the pussy juice up and down, spreading it over the little nub at the top. “This little place here, Aisha, is your clit. It feels good when I rub it, doesn’t it?”

Aisha squeaks out a non-verbal response. Huddah laughs softly and kisses Aisha’s thigh.

“Yes, I believe the Sheik will be very pleased with you. I am sure he will accept you.” The woman abruptly pulls her hand away, leaving Aisha still holding her own thighs apart, panting, and still wanting. Wanting what, she can’t put words to. “Now rise girl, it is time we begin your training.”

Training begins

Haddah led the naked Aisha to a small, dark room that only had one candle in a far corner as a light source. On the floor was a narrow, shallow bench with the shorter ends against the back wall, and towards the door. The bench was covered in teal, purple, and pink satin covered flat cushions. The box had several circles cut into the sides, with the exception of one large square cut out on the sides closest to the end away from the door. Haddah had Aisha wait outside the door with her until a young woman appeared, that Aisha recognized as one of the girls that had inspected her earlier.

The girl smiled shyly at Aisha, and walked into the room. She paused at the bench, pulled placed her hand at the underside of the bench and opened it like a coffin. Aisha could see a handle was on the inside of the lid. She noticed that on the end closest to the back wall, there was a round circle cut out in the middle of the cushion. The girl stood inside the open bench, laid down on her back and closed the lid from the inside.

Haddah gently took Aisha’s hand and led her to the bench and motioned for her to sit on the short of the bench so that her face was just inches from the back wall. Aisha could see the girl’s face through the hole, her eyes blinking at her. The girl gave her another shy smile and nodded, as if to say it was ok to sit down. Aisha reluctantly sat down, knowing this means the girl’s face is directly beneath her underside, with barely any space between them. She could feel the girl’s breath from beneath her as she yalıkavak escort sat. Her mind raced, wondering what they were expecting her to do. She hoped they wouldn’t make her do something foul like relieve herself on the girl’s face. What kind of people were they?

Huddah moved her hand to the area of the wall right near Aisha’s eyes, and grabbed a lever, which slid open a rectangular piece of wood away, leaving a hole. Aisha’s eyes only being a few inches from the hole could immediately see that she was looking into a bed chamber, even more lavish than that of Haddah’s. The hole was right above a bed, and a man in robes was sitting with his back to the hole that she was looking through. She had a bird eye’s view of the bed, and the top of the man’s head, but could not see his face. Aisha was still wet and quivering from the touches Huddah placed on her pussy earlier, and worried that he may drip on the girl’s face below her pussy.

Huddah sat behind Aisha on the bench, straddling her legs on each side, and wrapped her arms around Aisha’s waist. She gently presses Aisha forward, so she has to look through the hole. “Those who listen and watch, learn more than those who talk. Remember that, Aisha.”

Huddah rubs Aisha’s stomach gently as Aisha notices a door in the room burst open, through which a flood of colorful silks spills into the room. More girls than she can count in the confusion, run to the bed giggling, and jumping on it, surrounding the man.

The man laughs softly, and says, “I guess this means my girls missed me. Come show me how much!” The girls pile on and around him, kissing his cheeks, lips and hands. Then they begin to undress him, tearing off and tossing his many layers of robs to the side of the bed and some in the air. The man laughs and slaps one of the girls on the ass affectionately, to which she squeals excitedly.

Aisha jumps when Huddah talks, almost forgetting she is behind her on the seat, then realizes Huddah has moved her hands to Aisha’s breasts. “He is a lusty man, but he is a good man. He is a fair, fearless ruler, and he never abuses his women. He has much to worry about and our role is to ease his worries, to momentarily forget them. Worship him, make him feel like he is in paradise, and he will worship you as well.”

Soon there is a flurry of silks flying into the air, as the women all quickly undress, tossing their already scant clothing carelessly off of the bed. One of the women tackles the man, wrapping her arms around his neck, and begins kissing him passionately. They fall back onto the bed together, and the other girls begin to laugh and squeal with delight. The man stops kissing the girl, and whispers something into her ear, which makes her giggle and node. Aisha gasps as she sees the girl straddle the man’s face and he grips her thighs. The girl looks up to the small hole in the wall that only is big enough to show the observer’s eyes, gives Aisha a wink, making her blush. The girl cups her own breasts and begins to move her hips slowly over the man’s face and he grips her thighs more firmly.

It is at this point that Aisha realizes the girl in the box below her has put her own arms through the holes in the side of the box and had grasped, Aisha’s thighs. She feels the girl give her pussy a little kiss from below, right on the part where the hair grows in the front. Aisha tries to move but the girl keeps her gentle, firm grip on her thighs, and Huddah still has her hands on her breasts. “Huddah!” Aisha says fearfully.

The woman behind her says, “Quiet girl, listen, feel, and watch.”

The girl on the man’s face is gyrating her hips in a sexy motion that Aisha can’t keep her eyes off of. She feels the girl in the box flick her tongue at the slit of her pussy, then slide her tongue over the lips on each side, up and around her slit and back up again. Aisha feels a sound escape her mouth that has never come out of it before. Huddah starts to gently squeeze her breasts and places little kisses on her neck.

On the bed below, the girl is still riding on the man’s face. She is gripping the headboard, and throws her head back, moaning. Aisha sees that two of the women are at his hips, kissing each other deeply. One of them is stroking the man’s cock in her hand while the other girl is squeezing her nipples between her fingers. The girl stroking the man’s cock stops kissing the other girl and takes his cock in his mouth! Aisha gasps in shock and at that moment she feels a tongue slides between her pussy lips, making her jump. All four hands on her firmly keep her in place, and the girl begins to move her tongue up and down between Aisha’s pussy lips. Aisha feels a sound deep in throat and leans her head back on to Huddah’s shoulder, as Huddah continues holding her breasts, and rubs Aisha’s nipples with her thumbs in slow circles.

“Move forward girl, before you miss what they are doing.”

Aisha braces gümüşlük escort herself by placing her hands on her knees and leans forward, still feeling the tongue moving up and down between her pussy lips in a steady rhythm. Looking down on the bed, she can now see the girl that was sucking the man’s cock is now sitting on him, gyrating her hips, much like the girl on his face. The girl on his face has turned around, and is deeply the kissing the girl that is riding on the man’s cock. The man has the girl by the ass cheeks, and is spreading them far apart, and putting his tongue inside her ass! Aisha shakes her head in disbelief. Huddah laughs softly, and moves one of her hands down Aisha’s stomach. “Someday, you will beg for the same treatment.”

Aisha sees a girl behind the one on the man’s cock, seemingly licking that girl’s asshole, spreading her cheeks apart, and another girl has spread her legs behind that girl. She is kneeling at the foot of the bed, with her face at the girl’s cunt, probably doing the same thing the girl in the box is doing to Aisha. Two other girls are on a pile of silk pillows on the floor with their legs wrapped around each other rubbing their pussies together, kissing each other deeply, and only briefly stopping to watch the people on the bed.

Aisha is watching all of the activity below her, listening to the moans, bed creaking, silk rustling, lips sucking, slurping, and squishing, wet noises. She feels the tongue in the box has moved to what she remembers is called her clit, and is flicking at it. The girl below her closes her lips around her clit and softly sucks on it, making Aisha whimper and press back against Huddah. She feels Huddah making soft licks, and light nibbles at her neck. She still has one hand cupping her breast, rubbing her nipple with her thumb, and Huddah’s hand moves form her stomach down to her cleft meeting the tongue with her fingers. The girl moves her tongue from Aisha’s clit and slowly moves it downwards, until she gets to Aisha’s pussy hole. She flicks her tongue around in circles, gently presses, and grips Aisha’s thighs to get a better hold on her. Aisha bites her bottom lip as she feels the tongue plunge up her hole and whimpers, trying to wiggle away. It felt …too good? Too good? Yes. So much. She could barely concentrate on the activity on the bed. The two girls that were entwined on the floor are called to the bed by the man and he reaches out his hands. The girls settle their pussies on his hands and both put one leg on the bed, leaving their legs open. He begins finger fucking them, and begins licking the pussy of girl above him. The girl on his cock is moving faster and grinding deep on his hips.

Aisha is getting deeply tongue fucked when Huddah begins to play with her clit. She continues kissing on her neck and biting it gently, massaging her breast with her other hand. Aisha feels something building again inside her. She wonders where it is going to lead her when she begins to shake. She moves her hands from her knees to the wall on either side of the hole she looking out of, watching the many-limbed monster below her on the bed. The colors of the clothing and bedding float in front of her as she loses focus and feels something hit her like an earthquake from inside. The tongue pushes deeper and deeper inside her. The fingers at her clit are merciless and rub her vigorously. “Yes, it is alright. Let it out girl.” Aisha feels a floodgate inside her break through. She slams the palms of her hands on the wall above the bed repeatedly as her first orgasm takes over her control.

“Ooooooooohhhh …Yesss!!

Yessss!!

Yesssss!!

… Oooooooooo ooooooooo …

AHHHHHHH!”

The activity on the bed, suddenly stops, and seven heads all turn to look up at the same time towards the little hole revealing only Aisha’s eyes. The women on the man’s face and cock suddenly moved off of him as he had moved to get up and look as well. The people on the bed all turn to each other for a few moments then suddenly burst into laughter.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard a virgin cum on the first training day”, says one of the girls.

The man stares up at the eyes that are looking at him, curiously. “Ok, girls I have matters to see too.” The girls all say “aww” at once, grab their bits of clothing and leave just as colorfully as they arrived.

Above, Aisha feels destroyed. She rests her forehead against the wall, and pants, catching her breath. Her body continues to convulse as the girl below her gives her a gentle kiss on her pussy, and releases her thighs.

Huddah removes her hand from Aisha’s clit and hugs her gently around the waist. “Yes, you will do.”

First Night in the palace

Aisha was now in a large bedroom with three of the other girls that were selected with her that morning. The room had a sunken-in floor in the center that looked to serve as a bed that could easily hold 6 people. Several cushions that looked to be as large as beds themselves lined the walls. There was still plenty of room to walk in-between all of these services. The room was joined to another room where the girls that Aisha recognized as the ones that were with the man earlier were all standing around talking. The girls suddenly turn and stare when they see Aisha and the other new girls.

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“I hate weddings” I thought to myself. Looking down at the most hideous dress I had ever been forced to wear, I sighed. I am tall for a girl at 5’8″ and have a pretty good figure for a woman my age. Long blondish red hair and blue eyes complete my package. But at the moment all I could think about was how my feet hurt in these stupid shoes and how ugly this dress was. All of Tracy’s other friends were short and very busty women, so they had chosen dresses that were multilayer fluffy chiffon creations. They looked wonderful in the soft floating pastels but I looked better in darker shades and a more tailored look. Sigh, oh well maybe there would be a nice looking guy attending to take my mind off my discomfort.

We were in the greenroom getting the bride ready for her walk down the aisle to meet her destiny, when I heard the most amazing voice. He was talking to the Bride’s mom about the piece he would used to pipe the married couple as they walked back down the aisle together. It was the Piper. I turned around to see if he looked as good as he sounded.

“OMG” I thought to myself, “He is gorgeous.” That he was. About 6’2″, dark hair, glasses, slightly stocky build, legs like trees and oh gosh what a nice sporran. “Wow, looks like this party may just be picking up.” I thought to myself.

Several hours later I had made it through the ceremony with out gagging over the “Honor and Obey” part of the vows, ugh. Neither of my two ex-husbands was very good at the honor, respect or faithfulness part of our vows. Oh well, and I have to admit when the bride asked me to take care of the Piper I did not object in the slightest. Best decision I had made in months. Not only was he hot, he was funny and a great dancer. I was having a ton more fun then I had thought I would. His name was Ken and he had been a professional piper for years.

I was in the ladies room freshening up when Carrie came stumbling in to touch up her lipstick. “So is he?” she asked.

“Is he what?”

“Well does he have on… well you know?”

“What?” I asked getting a bit exasperated.

“Undies? Boxers? Briefs? Is he regimental or not?” She laughed so hard she messed up her lipstick.

“Hmmmm,” I thought as I reapplied my own, my first ex had called lipstick, penis wax. Yup he thought that was funny….sigh.

“Well?”

I sighed, “I don’t know.”

“Well find out. I bet you five bucks he is buck ass naked under that skirt.”

“It is not a skirt, it is a kilt and no five bucks is not enough to risk embarrassing myself.”

“OK, OK, fifty bucks than.”

Now I was starting to wonder myself. Just what did he have on under that kilt?

“OK, you’re on.”

So now all I had to do was figure out how to find out. All of a sudden my slightly tipsy brain had the perfect plan. So I fixed up my “penis wax” and wondered back out to the reception. I found him exactly where I had left him, sitting at a table with a half empty bottle of the best scotch in the house in front of him and a big smile on his face as he watched the bridal party dance a drunk version of a Congo line.

“Hey, missed me?” I asked sitting back down into my seat.

“You bet” he said as he toasted me with his glass. He had been eyeing me up and down all evening. I could tell that he found me as attractive as I was finding him. “I don’t usually stay at the reception this long.” he said. “Usually I just play, get paid, have a quick drink and leave. But this time I am having fun.” He smiled a devilish grin. I smiled back.

“So “I started off” May I ask you a question?” He nodded. “My friend Carrie over bodrum escort bayan there,” I motioned with my chin,” has bet me fifty smackers that you are regimental under that kilt. She thinks that I am to shy to ask you. “I laughed. “So are you?”

At first he just looked at me, and then he laughed too. “You would be surprised how often Pipers get asked that question. In fact if I had a dollar for every time I have been asked I would be able to retire.”

“So?” I raised an eyebrow “What would make it worth your while? I think I can do better then a dollar?” I laughed and fluttered my eyelashes in a suggestive manner.

All of a sudden his playfulness disappeared and he leaned closer to me over the table. “How badly do you want to know?” I had not noticed until that moment how unusual his eyes were, a very striking bluish green color. “Well?” he asked.

“I want to know, what do you want in return?”

He leaned in closer to me and whispered” I want you to blow me.”

“What!!”

“You heard me, I want you to take that beautiful mouth of yours and wrap it around my cock. I want to hold your head in my hands and watch you suck me until I explode deep into your throat.” I was a little shocked at hearing such rude language from a man I had just met. I was so shocked and turned on I could feel my body responding with a gush between my legs.

“OK” I murmured “You are on.”

He smiled and stood up. Taking my hand in his we walked over to where my friend Carrie was sitting with a few of our other girl friends. When we got there he walked around and stood facing her. Looking down he said” So I hear you have a request to make of the Piper?” She nodded. Then he surprised her, me and all our friend’s sitting there by reaching down taking her hand in his and reaching up under his kilt.

Her eyes grew wide and a surprised “Oh my god” exploded from her lips. He smiled and removed her hand.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked. She just nodded and reached for her purse.

“Later” I called out to her as he recaptured my hand and started dragging me off. We looked at the 400 plus crowd and I wondered where we could find a private corner for me to keep my side of the bargain. “The ladies cloak room. ” I suggested.

Once we got there I sobered up a little, feeling a bit nervous. “What had I gotten my self into?” I wondered. The cloak room was empty; since it was the middle of august, almost no one had checked anything.

“OK my lady” he murmured into my ear while drawing me into his arms. After spending so much time dancing with him this evening I felt very comfortable there and snuggled in close. “I have been thinking all night what a pretty mouth you have and wondered what it would feel like to fuck that sweet face of yours.” The vulgarity of his words and the harshness in his deep voice excited me. Oh man, I could feel myself getting even wetter. He took his jacket off and folded it, placing it on the floor he put his hands on either side of my head he kissed me deep. Deep and sweet, his tongue danced in and out plundering my mouth. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and gently forced me to my knees on his jacket.

“I kept my part of the bargain, now it is your turn.”

I knelt there looking up at him. He was so tall, strong, and masculine. The way he was looking down at me, I had never felt more feminine in my life. He was looking at me like no man had ever before. He smiled and gestured with his hands “Well? Are you going to keep your part of the deal?”

I smiled and licked my lips. bodrum otele gelen escort Starting at his ankles I ran my hands up his legs. Feeling first the wool of his socks, then the hair on his legs I reached his knees and the hem of his kilt. I leaned forward and rubbed my cheek against the wool of the tartan enjoying the feel of it against my skin. He just smiled and rested his hands on his hips. He leaned back resting his butt against the counter and motioned for me to continue my exploration.

I reached up and felt the fur on his sporran. It was soft and I was surprised how heavy it was. He took the hint and turned it to his side so it would not be in my way. I resumed my leisurely exploring of the fabric covering his legs. He was encouraging me with his smile and I became bolder. Running my hands up his thighs under the heavy fabric I could almost hear him purr. Higher and higher my hands went, I was starting to breathe a little faster.

I massaged his legs as I went, little circles, exploring watching his response to my touch. My answer was to open up his kilt exposing him to my eyes. “OMG” No wonder Carrie looked like she was going to cum in her pants. What I saw hanging there before me was the most beautiful piece of manhood I had ever seen. He was obviously excited by the situation. The head was fat with a slightly thinner neck then the shaft became so wide I was wondering if I had bitten off more then I could chew….heheheheh but I would give it my best attempt.

Licking my lips to make my lipstick wet and shinny I handed him the pleated fabric to hold back out of my way. I rubbed the side of my cheek against him, breathing in his scent, hot aroused male. I nuzzled him with my lips, licking the side of the shaft, and then rubbing my nose on his thigh, I purred with happiness. Turning to the other side of the shaft I did the same, licking it from just under the head the whole way up to where it met his pelvic bone. I kept licking from the head up several times. His cock was totally erect now and I could hear him growling in the back of his throat.

I looked up at him smiling worshiping him with my eyes as I reached out with my tongue and gently swirled it around the head of his cock. Yummy, tasty man meat. I licked and sucked on the head of his cock for a few minutes just enjoying the size of it in my mouth. I knew it was going to be a stretch to fit more then a couple of inch of this monster.

“Come on now stop fucking with me and suck.” He growled and grabbing my head in both hands he forced his cock deep into my moth. “Wait” I tried to say but I was muted by the amount of cock in my throat. He just held my head in his hands and started sliding in and out fucking my face. I tried to pull back just a bit so I could ask him to be gentler but he was not having any of that. “Fuck but your mouth feels like heaven!!”

All I could do was submit to this strong dominant man. I was so wet I could feel it running down my thighs. I spread my legs a bit thinking that maybe I could sneak a hand up my skirt to touch myself but “STOP THAT” he ordered, “You may not touch yourself without my permission. Do you understand?” I tried to nod, he laughed and let go of my head. I let his cock slid out of my mouth and I breathed my first deep breath in several minutes. Whipping the saliva off my mouth and chin, I smiled up at him.

He reached down and pulled me to my feet. His cock was sticking out from the opening of his kilt. Rock hard and steady, I wanted to feel that thing in my pussy more than I had ever türk bükü escort wanted to have a cock before. “

Your mouth was amazing” he said “What does your pussy feel like?” He turned me around and bent me over the counter he had been leaning against. Flipped up my dress pulled aside my thong, and stood there stroking my ass cheeks. Wack, he smacked my right cheek, wack he smacked my left cheek. Going back and forth between the two of them, the blows continued, some soft and almost gentle others so hard I jumped and struggled trying to get away from his hand.

“Your ass looks so beautify now, so pink and wet. ” He slipped a hand between my thighs. “Open” he ordered I opened. “More” he demanded I opened as wide as I could. He slid his hand between my legs feeling my wetness. He stroked my clit with his fingers; I could feel his thumb probing my pink rose. I shivered.

Moving behind me he slid his cock between my legs. “Are you ready?” He asked with an evil chuckle. Kissing the side of my neck and biting my shoulder he rubbed faster and faster, sliding the length of his cock up and down from my clit to my ass, back and forth teasing me, making me wiggle trying to slid him into me.

“Oh please stop teasing me!! Please!!” I begged. “Just fuck me!!” He laughed bit me and wham slid fully into me. I gasped. As ready as I was his cock was so large I could feel myself stretching. He bottomed out in me and just held still for a moment, letting me get used to his size.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded. He held on to my hips and started rocking back and forth in and out of me. Pulling almost all the way out until just the head was in me and then bam sliding the whole way back in.

“Oh my “he said “You are even tighter then I expected. You feel so dam good!!” He punctuated his words with thrusts of his hips. My clit was throbbing; I was pouring hot juice down my legs and all over his groins. I had already had half a dozen small wonderful little bubbly orgasms but I could feel the big one building in the pit of my stomach.

I managed to get my hand in front of me between my belly and the counter. I reached down and stroked my clit with my finger then I reached further to cup his balls.” Oh yes.” He said as he bit my neck,” Rub my balls, squeeze them.”

Being an obedient girl, I did. They were huge, heavy and full of his cum. I squeezed. He started fucking me faster and harder. I could feel my orgasm coming, hot and heavy in my belly, harder and harder he stroked, pounding into me. He reached up and grabbed my hair. It had been put up with a ton of pins, long curls, cute and bouncy. The pins went every where and I did not care. He grabbed my hair with his left hand and forced my head back, arching my back so he could pull down the top of my dress and reach my breasts with his right hand.

Grabbing and pulling on my nipples he moaned and ground his cock even harder and tighter into me. I could feel myself starting to cum with all the strange and new sensations I was feeling. No man had ever treated me like this before and I loved it!!!!!!!!

“Oh my gods fuck me!!” I begged “I am so damn close, fuck me harder!!”

“Don’t you dare cum.” He ordered “Don’t you dare. Not until I tell you that you can.”

“Oh ….Oh…Oh… Please?” I begged. As I begged could feel him getting even bigger and harder in me. I could tell that my begging was making him even more excited. So I decided to try something. “Fuck me please!! Make me your dirty little bitch.” I begged. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, I want to feel you cum inside me!!”

Well at that point, he lost control and with one hand in the center of my back holding me down and the other hand on my hip. He fucked me so hard I could no longer control myself. I could not stop the orgasm.

“I am cumming.” I cried out” Please let me!!” I begged.

“YES NOW. “he roared and he joined me in a totally earth shattering orgasm.

“Wow.” I thought to myself, “I love weddings.”

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It took a while to find the restaurant, I had to make several u-turns and stopped several times to ask directions, but I finally found it in the back corner if a very dark alley. I never really minded going out to eat alone and since my tastes leaned toward the eclectic, I was alone more often than not. I think in this specific case, there was no way I wanted anyone with me, I wanted to be able to dedicate my full attention to the delicacies they placed before me.

Pulling up in front of the establishment, I climbed out of the car and handed the valet the keys asking him, “Where do you park them?”

“We rent space in a parking garage on the next block. It’s not too far away and the garage is secure. Your car will be fine.”

Nodding, I watched him climb into my car and carefully pull away. I turned to the entrance and yes, it was just as it was described to me. There were no signs except for a small one on the door that said: Private, admittance by appointment only. There rest of the building looked foreboding with the black plywood covering the entire lower floor and filling in all window openings on the second and third floor. Above the plywood, sooty grey brick ran between oddly stained limestone ledges.

A single light at the door only dimly lit the wooden porch area and the concrete steps up to the porch were worn and slippery. After carefully climbing up the steps onto the porch I knocked the door and waited. A small tray slid out a small opening in the door and I heard a voice from a small intercom in the wall that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Good evening. Please place your driver’s license or passport in the tray for reservation confirmation.”

I grabbed my walled, pulled out the driver’s license, put it in the tray and watched it disappear. In a moment the tray slid back out and I retrieved my license. Returning it to my wallet I stepped back from the door and then watched it open into small room. Light spilled out onto the porch and I carefully entered the door, noticing it closed and locked behind me.

“Welcome Mr. Thouson, you have come well recommended. Please follow me to the interview room, I understand you are familiar with our procedures here.”

“Well, somewhat, Mr. Aruputa told me of the nature of this restaurant and explained that security was very tight.”

“The nature of the delicacies we offer requires us to be sure of our clients, but also in an effort to provide you with a uniquely satisfying experience we will provide you with a guide to help as you partake of our delicacies.

“Please understand, our guides are not there to interfere with your private dining, but more as a culinary expert. Some of our clients want to have the subtle differences in the flavors and textures explained as they eat, others, prefer the sanctity of silence. Your signal to your guide will be a simple clasp of the wrist. If he is talking, he will be silent until you next clasp his wrist and vice versa. Again, given what we offer here, we work hard to understand even the most reticent of diners.

“Mr. Aruputa told me I will never experience anything like this anywhere else.”

“We do pride ourselves on the unique experience. Now Mr. Thouson, let me introduce you to Hespia, she will conduct the interview.”

A beautiful older woman reached her black gloved hand and shook my hand firmly as she said in an almost whisper, “Good evening Mr. Thouson. Please understand that the very personal nature of my questions are all part of our commitment to your dining pleasure. You may refuse to answer any question and all questions you desire, but please be aware it may undermine our ability to maximize your enjoyment. If you are ready, I will begin.”

Pausing for a moment, I looked Hespia over. Her jet black hair was well streaked in grey and her face showed some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. She had dark brown escort bodrum eyes that seemed to dart here and there as she studied me. Her black dress was basically a lace, see-thru material that exposed her legs and arms, but it appeared she had on a tight black one piece body suit that covered her nicely curved body.

“Are you ready?” she asked me.

“Yes Ma’am,” I answered.

For the next twenty to thirty minutes I answered several hundred questions about my overall health, my eating habits and taste, my sexual experience, with some very touchy stuff about my perversions, turn-ons, and turn-offs. Throughout the interview the woman’s tone did not change from her whispered monotone, even on some of the most delicate questions.

“Thank you Mr. Thouson,” Hespia said. “We will take a few minutes to evaluate the questionnaire and then assign a guide for you. Please have a seat there.”

Stepping into the room, I wondered about something I didn’t initially notice, but now it seems important. The waiting rooms I have entered each had only one chair, and really didn’t have much room anyone else. Apparently, once entering the establishment each diner is separated from all others.

The waiting area was dimly lit, with very ancient appearing Chinese or Japanese Tapestries on several walls. The colorful landscapes and military battles were a bit difficult to see in the low light, and though I stood up to get s closer view, between the tables, small soji-screens and plants, I couldn’t get a very good view. I wondered if they were as valuable as they appeared.

“Mr. Thouson, I have been selected to assist you this evening,” a portly fellow at the door said cheerfully. “I am Mishio Matsua, feel free to call me Miso, like the soup. Before we begin, do you have any questions?”

“Well yes, your waiting areas are so small, do you have larger one for larger groups?”

“No sir, the dining experience here is expected to be an individual experience, so people are only served by themselves… accompanied by their guide of course.”

“The tapestries?”

“Ah, so very astute for you to notice. Most of these are originals, some dating back many years. Would you like me to talk of the history of each?”

“Well no, I’m not that familiar with the history, they are just so beautiful.”

Miso smiled broadly, “Oh Mr. Thouson, these are just the beginnings of beautiful things you will see and yes, taste tonight. Just the beginnings.”

“I am anxious to begin,” I said.

“Okay, but before we go I want to take just a moment to discuss proper etiquette. As I mentioned, our intent is to provide an individual dining experience, but there may be occasions when we will see other diners while making our way to different rooms. We ask that all you do is respectfully bow to the other diner and continue to follow me. Even in you recognize the individual, we strongly will request you simply bow and then continue.”

“Okay, I think I will be able to do that.”

“Please understand that your experience tonight is specifically designed for a first time visitor here. With each subsequent experience here, other dining opportunities will become available to you based upon your desires. Of course, this is all based upon your own personal preferences.

“As we head to your specific room we will pass a number of other rooms, many of which are reserved to much more eclectic and dare I say perverse tastes than we initially will provide for you. Again, based upon your own personal preferences we can avail these to you on your subsequent visits. Now, if you will, please follow me.”

Miso led me out of the waiting room through a narrow hallway into a large room that looked like some type of a lodge or something. It was octagonal, with three doors at each of the eight sides. Stepping into the lodge I passed a man I bodrum escort bayan had seen before, on TV. Trying not to gawk, I bowed to him and then walked on.

Miso whispered, “Yes, that is who you think it is. Please, remember the etiquette, there are many Government Officials who dine here, some much more powerful that the man you just bowed to.”

We stepped into one of the middle doors and passed down another hallway and entered into another large lodge like room, just like the last one. Apparently at each of the eight sides to the rooms are three doors, two that lead to dining rooms, the middle door entering a hallway to another octagon. This time we stepped through the left door on the wall into complete darkness.

I felt Miso’s hand take hold of my arm as he said, “Careful Mr. Thouson, let me help you.”

“You can see in this darkness.”

“I know the way, besides there are some luminous strips on the floor.”

Glancing downward I spotted a few spots faintly glowing. Watching the spots, I let Miso guide me down the path to my chair. I could hear some breathing and movement in front of me, but still could see anything in the darkness.

“Before you start,” Miso whispered, pulling his chair up beside me, “on each side of your setting you’ll find several different pallet cleansers.” Lighting a tiny flashlight he shined the light on some pink strips of something, “These are ginger root, like when you eat sushi, here is some sorbet, we have crackers, salted and unsalted, some water and finally some warm, green tea. We ask that, to make things more comfortable for everyone, you try a pallet cleanser whenever you wish, but when you partake of one of these, please take a sip of the tea before returning to your main course.”

“Okay, I think that is reasonable and certainly understandable considering.”

“Are you ready?” Miso asked.

“Yes, I am ready.”

“Okay, curtain please.”

I could hear some ruffling, and then could detect movement, but it still remained pitch dark. Something was sliding toward me.

“Put your hands on your lap while the upper table is moved into place,” Miso said, moving his chair back a bit.

Something brushed my shoulder and I could feel a strange warmth around me. I also detected a distinct fragrance and took a deep breath through my nose.

“Ah yes, take in the fragrance before we take up the lights. You like sushi, so you know the importance of all senses in the finest dining,” Miso whispered in my ear. “Are you ready for the lights?”

“Oh yes,” I replied.

The lights came up and I watched her slowly appear. The woman was on her back, her legs open with a leg on each side of me. Sitting up straight I could look over her stomach, her breasts and see her face. Relaxing back into my chair I looked straight between her legs, at her beautiful slit.

Miso began a quiet, unobtrusive narration, “Based upon your preferences, you’ll note the young woman has black silken pubic hair, nicely trimmed. Tonight, you have a unique opportunity because this young woman is a virgin. Now, of course our normal agreed upon price of the meal is the same, but we can offer you, for an additional cost, the unique opportunity of tasting a virgin and then, if you want to wait for a moment, you can then taste her after her virginity has been taken.”

“You mean…”

“We can arrange for a man to take her virginity while you wait. She will then return and you can taste the difference between virgin and non-virgin flesh.”

“Will he wear a condom?”

“Well of course, unless you request something different.”

Intrigued by the possibilities I said, “Yes a condom this time, and yes I will pay extra to try to the two tastes.”

I sat up straight and looked at the woman. She stared back at me, smiling shyly gümbet escort bayanlar she moved a hand to her forehead and tossed back a strand of black hair that cascaded over her face. Pausing a moment, I looked over to Miso. After a few moments he said, “Oh yes,” bowing slightly, he continued, “if you need anything you can press the button there and I will attend you promptly.” He bowed again and backed out of the room.

Pulling my chair up I leaned in between her legs and took a deep breath, breathing her fragrance. With a hint of jasmine in the air, her moist earthiness was very enticing. Letting my face brush along the inside of her thigh, I noted how soft her skin was. Moving close, I gently kissed the lips of her pussy, starting at the top and slowly working downward.

She arched her back and moaned slightly, obviously wanting more. Ever so gently I moved my tongue up and down, just enough to slowly burrow in between her lips. Wanting to savor her, I eased my tongue into her, centimeter by centimeter, noting first how she tasted to just the tip of my tongue and then, pushing deeper, I let her flavor flood over my tongue. I had assumed the faint scent of jasmine to her fragrance was from a perfume, but again, the earthy tanginess of her did carry the slightest hint of jasmine too.

Moving my hands to her hips, I held her gently, pushing my tongue deeper into her, tasting her and exploring her at the same time. She had begun to move, easing her hips up and down in an increasingly impatient manner. Teasing her some, I explored her cunt some more finding the taught band of her hymen, but finally withdrawing my tongue and easing a finger into her.

My tongue eased up her slit, gently rolling onto her clit, while I pushed my finger in and pressed it against her hymen. As my tongue moved round and round on her clit, I slowly increased the pressure on the band of flesh, trying to stretch it some. Drawing her clit into my mouth and sucking now, I began moving my finger in and out of her wet opening.

She responded to me, moving her hips faster now she moaned loudly. After all that teasing, her orgasm came quickly, surprising me as suddenly she raised her hips and then shuddered. I could feel her pussy pulsate over my fingers as I sucked her clit between my lips and held in it firmly.

In a few moments, she relaxed, easing her ass back down onto the table in front of me. I moved my tongue down and slipped it into her cunt, letting her cover it in her abundant juices. Her taste had distinctly changed. I no longer detected the hint of jasmine, instead she tasted a bit saltier and the tanginess was more intense. After that one last taste, I moved my face back away from her, pushed back my chair and pushed the button.

Miso entered the room almost immediately, saying, “Have you finished or do you need something else?”

“No, I’ve finished this course, but there is one thing I would like to ask,” I said, looking back at the woman.

“What is that sir?”

“Would it be allowable if I were the one to take her virginity?”

“Well, it is not something we normally do, but… wait here a moment and let me confirm,” he said, walking briskly out of the room. A few moments later he returned handing me a piece of paper.

Unfolding it I looked down and read it. It was a price quote for additional services, including the cost of another room, the cost of my contact with the woman, along with a substantial fee called a “mdh” fee. I looked up at Miso and asked, “What is the fee?”

“That is a maidenhead fee, the cost if you take it.”

I grabbed a pen, signed my acceptance of the offer and handed the paper back to Miso, who bowed and said, “The lights will go down now and we will remove the table and the woman. When the lights come back up you will be alone for just a moment as I will be preparing the room for you and the woman. Please remain comfortable for a few moments. When I return I will lead you into the room where you can take her virginity. We will then return here for you to complete your tasting.”

I nodded and the room went suddenly dark. Hearing some activity in front of me, I remained seated as Miso asked, looking forward to touching the beautiful woman once again.

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Authors Note: (Blinks) Okay. By demand from the reviews I’m getting, here’s chapter two. I actually didn’t intend for this to be more than a one chapter story, but as long as I can fit it in with my writing style, I will see if I can continue.

That morning, when Adam woke, he was at first confused at the pressure on his left side, but upon seeing the sleeping Eve resting her head on his chest, the events of the previous day came back to him and he smiled. After the first time, they had gone swimming in the lake to wash off, and he had then showed her all his favorite places in the forest. They hadn’t talked much, because for some reason, she knew the names of everything in the forest just as he did, even though he wasn’t sure how. Then finally last night they had fallen asleep together under a tree, comforted by the warmth of each others body.

As he was remembering this he had begun to gently stroke her back, and ran his fingers through her long brown hair. It was amazing. There was nothing to compare to her, yet she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen before. At his touch she stirred, finally opening her eyes and looking up at him with a small smile. He smiled back, and then suddenly grabbed her perfectly rounded bottom. Another thing that he had discovered yesterday was that she was very ticklish. Tears were soon running down her cheeks and the air was filled with her musical laughter as he poked, squeezed, and pinched her. She finally squirmed out of his reach and got to her feet, looking over her shoulder at him with a mischievous grin before dashing of into the forest.

He grinned, knowing from the direction she headed in that she was going to place where they’d met. He got up, dusted himself off, and followed her. When he reached the clearing, she was nowhere to be seen. He frowned, and wandered over to the peach tree. He was sure that this was where she was headed to and…Something hit him on the head. It wasn’t painful, and looking down at the ground, he saw a peach. Smiling, he looked up and sure enough she was in the branches of the beach tree, trying to hide her giggling with one hand and failing miserably. She finally climbed carefully to one of the lower branches and grabbed another peach before gracefully dropping back down to the ground. She watched as he reached up and grabbed another peach before following him to the embankment by the river from the previous day.

As they sat eating their breakfast, on the other side of the river two wolves had come out of the woods. Adam simply looked on with interest. He had seen them before, and they had seen him, so he wasn’t bodrum escort worried about them attacking. Eve on the other hand huddled closer to him and asked “Are they dangerous?”

Adam shook his head. “Not to us. They’ve never bothered me.”

As they watched, one of the wolves had started to pant heavily, looking at the other one. Adam was confused at first, since this wasn’t a particularly hot day, but then saw a long pink member extending from just in front of the wolves hind legs. Upon seeing this, Eve laughed.

“Oh look. That wolf has one like yours.” She looked down at Adam’s penis, which at the moment was still flaccid. “It looks different though. Yours isn’t that strange pink color.”

Adam shrugged. “Well, it must be a wolf thing. I don’t have dark pointy ears like they do, so it makes sense that I don’t have a pink penis like they do.”

Eve nodded, though she didn’t taker her eyes off of Adam. “Hey,” she asked. “What’s it like having that between your legs? It seems like it would be a bit uncomfortable.”

Adam shook his head. “Not really, it’s just there. I only notice it actually when it gets hard.”

“Oh, so you don’t tell it to do that?” she asked.

“No,” he answerd. “It only gets like that sometimes in the morning, or when I think about that place between your legs.”

“Really” she said, and then looked up at him. “Can I touch it?” He thought about this, and then decided that since she had let him touch her yesterday, it wouldn’t be fair if he didn’t let her.

“Sure.” He said, spreading his legs slightly to give her easier access. “Go right ahead.”

She reached down and took the shaft in the palm of her hand. “Wow.” She said. “It’s really soft right now. I don’t remember it feeling like this when you were inside me yesterday.” She noticed the sack beneath it and cupped that in her other hand. “What’s this?”

Adam shrugged. “I’m not really sure. Just please, don’t squeeze it or anything like that. I accidentally hit it once and it hurt a lot. I felt sick afterwards it hurt so badly.”

She nodded, and then went back to his shaft. “It’s kind of stretchy, isn’t it?” she said, pulling it with one hand. Adam gasped when she did this. She stopped and looked at him. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

He shook his head. “No, that actually felt really good. Could you do it again?” She did so, and then noticed that it was starting to grow. “Oh look, it’s starting to get big again.” Adam simply nodded and groaned at the sensations. Eve smiled and continued her work. As she was pulling, she noticed muğla escort something. She took hold of his shaft and pushed back slightly, causing the end to part and partially reveal the darker head.

“What’s this?” she asked, letting the skin slide back over the tip.

“Oh, that’s my foreskin” he said. “The end of it is really sensitive, and that skin keeps it covered so it doesn’t get bothered.”

She looked back down, and then pushed it back so that it slid behind the head and exposed it fully. “Now I remember, it looked like this yesterday.” She said. She ran her hand over the head and he gasped again. She smiled, recognizing that he was enjoying this.

At this point his member had grown to the point that she needed two hands to hold it’s length, and she could barely fit her small hands around its girth. With constant attention from both hands, one pumping his shaft and the other caressing the head, it didn’t take long.

“Eve…” Adam was breathing heavily, and he knew something was coming “I’m going to…Argh!” He yelled as milky white fluid spurted out all over Eve’s hands. She jumped as some of it landed on her stomach and ran down into the triangle of curls covering her mound.

“What was that?” she asked, staring at the stuff clinging to her fingers.

Adam shook his head, still breathing heavily. “I don’t know. I saw it coming out of you yesterday when I pulled out of you. I guess it came out of me.”

She brought her fingers to her nose, sniffed them, and then tentatively licked one. Her eyes lit up. “Hey, it doesn’t taste all that bad.”

Adam frowned slightly at this. “I don’t know. That came out of where I pee from.” But Eve wasn’t listening. She had cleaned off her fingers, and looking down, saw that there was still some dribbling down Adam’s softening shaft. Bending down, she started licking it off of him.

Adam’s eyes went wide for a moment before rolling back into his head, and he laid back into the grass with a shudder. This felt almost as good as when he was inside of her. She saw his reaction. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, not at all” he replied. She looked at him for a moment before a slow smile came across her face. She returned to business, now running her tongue up the underside where the foreskin connected with the head. At his groans of approval, she started massaging the length of the shaft with her hands while licking around the swollen head. Finally, looking up at him, she took it in her mouth, sucking on it like she had done to her fingers.

Adam bodrum sınırsız escort bayan couldn’t believe the sensations he was feeling. He placed his hands on the back of her head, and gently undulated his hips in the same way he had done the previous day, matching her motions. He opened his eyes slightly, and then noticed the wolves on the other side of the river. The male was on top of the female, thrusting from behind, both of them panting hard. “Eve” he managed to gasp out. She stopped and looked up at him. “Look at what the wolves are doing” he said.

She looked at the two canines, and was slightly puzzled. “What are they doing? I know what it looks like, but he can’t be doing it in her…you know. The hole both of us have.”

He frowned, and then had an idea. “Eve. Get down on your hands and knees.” When whe complied, he got behind her, and sure enough, he could see her nether lips beneath the rounded cheeks of her bottom. He smiled and said “Eve, I can see it from here.”

“See what?” she asked, and then she gasped, for he had reached down and had started thumbing the little nub of flesh which from this view was at the bottom of the slightly parted lips.

Soon, she was moaning and whimpering, just as she had been the day before. She arched her back and ground her vulva into his hand, rubbing back and forth. Finally she gasped and spread her legs “Adam! Please, do it again!”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He plunged his stiff member into her opened sex, holding her steady by the hips. She cried out as he entered her, and soon the two were thrusting in unison once more, the sound their moaning and of his thighs slapping into her buttocks echoing through the forest air. Finally, she cried out as she reached her climax and Adam gasped as his seed flooded into her. Eve collapsed on her stomach, her legs still spread, and Adam could see his seed seeping out from between her lips and into the grass. He laid down beside her and put an arm around her shoulders.

“That was interesting, wasn’t it?” he asked.

She nodded with a smile. “It felt different from last time. I’m not really sure what it was.”

“Really?” he asked. “Did you like it better?”

She thought about it and finally said, “I think I like them both. This way, it felt stronger, but I also like being able to do it while I can feel you up against me.” Adam nodded, and then looked up to where the wolves had been. He just barely caught a glimpse of two gray tails vanishing into the forest.

Eve saw where he was looking and said “I wonder why they do it that way instead of the way we did it the first time?”

Adam shrugged. “I’m not sure. Maybe they like it better.”

Eve nodded, and then smiled. “Hey. I’m kind of hot right now. Lets go swimming.” She got up and gracefully dove into the river. Adam grinned and followed her. He was truly lucky that he’d found her, and silently thanked whoever had sent her.

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My sister, Karen, is happily married and has a daughter. Just the one, but they are hoping for more. Little Natalie has just turned four and is a very determined young miss. She knows what she wants and goes for it. How my sister keeps on top of her all the time is beyond me.

Like all young marrieds, Karen and Bob, her husband, have their share of problems. The perennial one is money. Bob has a good career ahead of him but has to start at the bottom and work his way up. He’s highly intelligent, with the right amount of get up and go, and I have no doubt whatsoever that he’ll make it to the top of the pile. The trouble is money earned in the future won’t buy you new shoes right now.

Karen had a simple solution. They have a large house, four bedrooms, of which they only use two as bedrooms. The third is an office and the fourth is currently a spare room. Karen decided to take in a boarder.

The boarder they finally took on was a Japanese student by the name of Su-Li. She was a nice young woman, either eighteen or nineteen and doing a double degree course at the Uni, and doing very well from what I’ve heard. She proved to be an ideal boarder. She paid the rent on time, tended to keep to herself, and studied hard. She did have the occasional guest, but never invited men home, and rarely went out. She was here to study and that’s what she intended doing.

I am sometimes called on to do baby-sitting duties with Natalie. I don’t mind. I get on well with the kid and she knows she has to mind me. Now one Saturday I was called on to front up and watch the kid. Karen and Bob were going out and wouldn’t be home until late.

I came around, Karen and Bob left, Natalie put on a nice little scene, weeping and wailing about being left behind. This scene lasted right up to the time they got in the car and drove off. Then the little imp switched off the tears, gave me a big smile and said, “Park?”

What the hell. It was a nice day so why not take her to the park. I could turn her loose and relax, letting her burn off all her energy. She’d go to sleep that much faster this evening. So we went to the park and Natalie ran riot and had a ball. It’s harder than you might think keeping track of one running, yelling, child amongst the pack, but I managed.

When we got back to the house I could hear the shower running. Unfortunately, so did Natalie.

“Mummy’s home,” she shrieked and bolted for the bathroom before I could grab her.

I’m like, “No, Nat. That will be Su-Li. Mummy is still out,” but was the kid listening? Fat chance.

She reached the bathroom and had the door open before I was even close to her. I was polite. I didn’t go in, just calling to Nat to get out of there. Yeah, like she was going to do that.

“See, Mummy,” announced Nat, whipping the shower curtain back, revealing a slightly startled Su-Li.

I was a gentleman. I didn’t turn to stare at Su-Li. I barely noticed her long shapely legs, her flat tummy, her pert little bottom, those breasts that proved that not all Japanese women were small-breasted. I assure you, I didn’t notice any of that.

“You’re not Mummy,” Nat was accusing the poor girl.

“Nat, Mummy is out. She’ll be back later. Come out of there at once.”

Nat turned and came away, grumbling. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Su-Li was reaching to pull the shower curtain back across. My evil genie got the better of me at that point. I reached over to the sink and picked up a razor that was there. I held it up and gave an enquiring look towards Su-Li then let my eyes drift down to her pubic hair. She had quite a fine bush there.

She said something in Japanese and I ducked hurriedly as a shampoo bottle came flying at my head. I hastily tossed the razor back on the sink and departed, closing the door behind me.

The rest of the afternoon passed quite peacefully. Nat watched TV, had her dinner, and went to bed with a minimum of fuss. As intended, the fresh air and exercise at the park had worn her out. I sat with her and read her a story until she faded and slept. Su-Li had gone out shortly after her shower, not deigning to notice me. I heard her come back home while I was tucking Nat in.

After Nat was asleep I wandered down to Su-Li’s room and knocked. I didn’t try to enter when she answered. After all, it was her room and she was entitled to have people stay out of it until she invited them in. She really was quite a lovely girl. I’m not sure what you would call the outfit she was wearing. It looked like a set of loose silk pyjamas, and may actually have been pyjamas for all I knew. They certainly looked good on her, the silk moulding to her figure in all the right places.

I smiled politely, doing my best not to give her a blatant once over, and apologised for the earlier contretemps in the bathroom. She politely waved away the apology and offered her own apology for not locking the door. It had been most careless of her.

It had, but I wasn’t complaining. I now knew what a nice figure there was under bodrum escort those pyjamas. (I’m calling the outfit pyjamas as I don’t know what else to call them. I’m not an expert on women’s clothing.)

I politely waved away her apology and was getting ready to back off when my little devil goosed me again.

“Oh, by the way, did you follow my suggestion?” I asked her, trying for a look of innocent enquiry.

She looked puzzled for a moment, and then I saw her remember the razor being offered and the look at her pubes. She flushed and gave me a killing look and was set to slam the door in my face when the doorbell rang.

I departed to answer the door, finding another young Japanese woman standing there, dressed as your typical westerner, t-shirt and short skirt.

“Good evening,” she said, smiling. “I am Hoshi, a friend of Su-Li’s. Is she home?”

“I’m Paul, the brother of Su-Li’s landlady. Su-Li is in and I’m sure she will be pleased to see you. Please come this way.”

Weren’t we polite? I’m sure it was the Japanese culture rubbing off on me. My normal way of answering a question if someone is in would be a grunt and a jerk of the thumb in the required direction.

I led Hoshi down to Su-Li’s room. The door was still open and Su-Li was waiting, apparently having expected her friend. They did the normal female kiss-kiss hullo and Su-Li was moving to shut me out when I spoke up.

“Hoshi, perhaps you can help me,” I said politely. “I made a suggestion to Su-Li earlier and I have expressed an interest as to whether she followed my advice but she seemed reluctant to tell me. Could you ask her about this as I would really like to know?”

The girls exploded into rapid fire Japanese, words flying all over the place. There was also a lot of giggling from Hoshi, some blushing and giggling from Su-Li. I also noticed that Hoshi waved her hand at herself in the general direction of her groin while saying something and Su-Li was giggling about whatever had been said.

Then the pair of them seemed to reach some sort of accord and they shut-up, turning to face me.

“Su-Li thanks you for your earlier suggestion and admits that yes, she did follow your advice,” said Hoshi.

Interesting. I wondered how far I could push this.

“Thank you for informing me. It seems to me that, as it was my suggestion, I should be entitled to see the results.”

Hoshi exploded with laughter while Su-Li turned very red. Inscrutable Orientals my eye.

Su-Li said something very definite to Hoshi, chopping her hands viciously as she did so. I may not know Japanese but I knew what no-way-known meant.

Still giggling Hoshi replied and then the machine-gun words started up again. Why do people talking in other languages seem to be talking so fast? It’s an unusual illusion.

This time the back and forth went on quite a bit longer with Hoshi doing most of the talking. Su-Li was blushing and giggling as she chatted. Actually, both girls were doing a lot of giggling. Su-Li was the only one blushing.

When they finished and turned back to face me Su-Li’s face had a nice rosy flush.

“We’ve decided you can have a quick look,” said Hoshi, trying to muffle her giggles.

To my surprise Su-Li pulled down the front of the pants she was wearing, taking her panties down as well. My, my. She had indeed shaved her mons and she looked so dreadfully cute flashing me while blushing.

“Very nice,” I assured her. “Can I touch it to see if it feels as smooth as it looks?”

“You’ll have a broken hand if you try,” Su-Li promptly informed me, snapping her clothes back into place. “Feel free to leave now.”

“In a moment,” I said, turning to Hoshi. “Now it’s your turn.”

“WHAT?”

Hoshi was astounded. How did she suddenly become a target?

“Well, it’s only fair. You talked Su-Li into showing herself so you should be willing to do the same in the interests of friendship and solidarity. Besides, one of the arguments you used to persuade Su-Li was the fact that you also shave.”

Both girls blushed. “You speak Japanese?” asked Su-Li.

I shook my head.

“I speak body language. Are you saying she didn’t tell you that she shaves?”

“No, no. She say it,” said Su-Li with a big smirk, turning towards her friend.

There followed a lot more Japanese and a lot more giggling. Finally Hoshi threw up her hands and said something very pointed to Su-Li. Su-Li started laughing while Hoshi turned to face me. She reached up her dress and pulled her panties down, hesitated, then lifted her dress, demonstrating that yes, she did indeed shave.

“Very nice,” I told her approvingly. “I’d hate to have to try to say which one of you was the cutest. You know, this little exercise has told me several things about the pair of you.”

Both girls looked at me rather suspiciously.

“Like what?” asked Su-Li.

“Are you sure you want to know? It might embarrass you.”

The girls looked gümbet escort at each other, seemed to see agreement in each other’s face, and looked at me.

“Give,” said Hoshi.

“OK. Su-Li is still a virgin whereas you, Hoshi, are not.”

“What? How do you make that out? You have no idea if we are or aren’t virgins. You’re just guessing.”

“Su-Li didn’t normally shave but has done so. She had to be persuaded to let me see her. Behaviour that indicates a virginal state of mind. You, on the other hand, already shave and weren’t that reluctant to flash what you had, even though you don’t know me. While they are only assumptions I think they’re indicative of your current status, virginity wise.”

“Even if you are right, and I’m not saying you are, that’s only one thing. What else did you learn about us?”

“You’re both willing to have sex with me. For different reasons, admittedly, but you are both willing.”

Both girls were blushing now, not believing what I’d just said.

“No way,” said Hoshi vigorously. “There’s no way you can justify that claim.”

“Both of you were willing to show off what you have. There’s no way you would have done that if you didn’t have sex somewhere at the back of your minds. In addition, you both are somewhat aroused. Look at each other and you will see your nipples are pointing at me. Of course, Hoshi, where you’re concerned there’s also one other little clue.”

“What is that?” she asked, glaring at me.

I reached out and brushed my hand against her mons.

“You’re still showing me what you’ve got,” I said softly.

It was true. She had forgotten to let go of her skirt and was still displaying everything she had. Su-Li almost choked trying not to laugh.

Hoshi snatched her hand away from her skirt, letting it fall back into place, while she blushed fiercely. Her nipples actually seemed to twitch slightly.

“And just what are our reasons for being ready to let you have sex with us?” she asked, not at all happy with me.

“Well, Su-Li wants to as all her friends do and she feels that it’s time. She’s curious and wants to find out what it’s all about. The rider is that she will want you to do it first so she knows what to do. She looks up to you.

You, on the other hand, are curious as to what it will be like with me. I’m a very large man and you’re wondering if my attributes are just as large. Also, you’re flattered that Su-Li wants to see how you do it.”

“Well, does your intuition and your reading of body language tell you your chances of getting either of us into bed now?”

“Decreasing rapidly,” I said with a smile, and both girls giggled.

“Might I demonstrate something?” I asked.

The girls looked at each other, shrugged, and looked back at me.

“Demonstrate what?” asked Su-Li.

“Lift your arms,” I told Su-Li, and as soon as she did so I took hold of her top and lifted it up and off. I decided that that outfit must be pyjamas as Su-Li had nothing but a very fine pair of breasts under that top. Su-Li gasped and blushed and cupped her breasts with her hands while I turned to Hoshi.

“Do you seriously expect me to take my top off, too?” she asked.

“I do. I need you to, to properly demonstrate what I’m getting at.”

“Alright. I’ll do it myself,” she snapped, proceeding to do so, top and bra coming off.

The two girls stood there, topless, looking suspiciously at me.

“So what are you going to demonstrate?” asked Su-Li.

“I’ve already demonstrated it,” I told her. “You’re both still willing to let me take off your clothes.”

There was a prompt torrent of Japanese, both girls yelling at me. I let them yell, smiling blandly. I also reached over and unsnapped the button on Hoshi’s skirt, my smile getting even broader as it slithered down.

“Oh, very funny,” she snarled. “That was so clever.”

“More so than you realise,” I told her. “You never did get around to pulling your panties back up.”

Hoshi looked down and gasped, finding both panties and skirt down around her ankles, meaning she was standing there naked.

Su-Li was giggling, but stopped when Hoshi turned and glared at her.

“Don’t just stand there, Hoshi,” I murmured. “Help Su-Li out of her trousers.”

Hoshi had been about to bend down and hitch up her panties but she stopped at that suggestion. She turned toward Su-Li with an evil smile while Su-Li looked at her in shock.

“You wouldn’t” she said. (That was an assumption. She said something in Japanese with a shocked look on her face and it seems it would be a reasonable guess.)

It turned out that Hoshi would. She calmly reached over and pulled down Su-Li’s pants, making sure her panties also came down.

That promptly sparked a debate between the two girls. I was treated to the spectacle of two naked Japanese lovelies yelling at each other in Japanese. It was especially intriguing when Su-Li started to bounce on the spot in her konacık escort agitation. She suddenly realised that I was watching her, somewhat fascinated, and stopped. Her breasts stopped bouncing shortly after that.

Then both girls were glaring at me.

“Go away,” said Hoshi, speaking slowly and distinctly to make sure I got the message. “We are not going to sleep with you.”

“That’s not fair,” I retorted. “I know you don’t have to sleep with me if you don’t want to but I deserve a small reward, and Su-Li deserves to get a little experience even if she isn’t going to have sex.”

“What do you mean by that? Why a reward?”

“Well, I have managed to get you both naked,” I pointed out. “Not a small achievement. I think it’s only fair that I be permitted to touch you up a little. And it would give Su-Li a chance to know what it’s like to have a man stroking her. It’s not committing her to anything.”

I stood there, smiling, trying to look a complete innocent, not like someone who’d just made an outrageous suggestion.

Hoshi wasn’t buying it. She drew herself up to her full height then blushed and glared when my eyes promptly swivelled towards her breasts that had been thrown into prominence. She was opening her mouth to order me out again when Su-Li touched her arm.

More Japanese followed with Su-Li blushing and giggling. After a few moments Hoshi shrugged, giggled, and nodded. She added a rider that Su-Li dismissed with a wave of the hand.

“OK,” Hoshi announced. “Su-Li says you can touch us for a few moments. But we’re not sleeping with you.”

It would appear that Hoshi was the dominant one in their friendship. She was doing all the required talking, anyway.

“Sleeping isn’t what I really had in mind,” I murmured, letting my eyes drift over her meaningfully. She blushed and pretended not to hear the comment.

I reached out and took the girls by the arm, turning them to face the bed. My hands on their bottoms, I urged then closer.

“Both of you bend over the bed,” I told them.

“What are you going to do?” asked a suddenly nervous Su-Li.

“Not a great deal at this stage,” I reassured her, easing her forward. “I’m just going to touch you a little to get a feel for your bodies and let you get a feel for being touched.”

Touching a little meant running my hands down off their bottoms and between their legs, cupping their mounds and giving them a squeeze. Then I started massaging them, warming them up.

There was quite a difference in their reactions. Hoshi was almost purring, pushing herself against my hand, enjoying the touch. Su-Li was wriggling about, trying to pull away slightly but not wanting to make it obvious. I kept playing with both the girls, Hoshi hot right from the start, Su-Li gradually warming up.

What happened next took me by surprise. I’m also damn sure that it took Hoshi and Su-Li by surprise, as well. I was playing with the girls, stroking their pussies, starting to dip my fingers inside, testing their heat and wetness generally, just getting them a little worked up. I wasn’t seriously expecting to have sex with either of them. I mean, really, Su-Li barely knew me and this was the first time Hoshi had even met me. Let’s be realistic here.

Anyone can tell you that different girls have different levels of sensitivity. Even knowing that in theory, I was astounded to have Su-Li suddenly climax when I brushed up against her clitoris. It wasn’t even a deliberate touch. Just a casual motion and then she damn near broke my fingers when she clamped down on them, shuddering and gasping.

I extracted my poor digits and stood back a little, also letting go of Hoshi at the same time. She’d been reacting very nicely to my touch, her body appreciating it, thank you very much. Her, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I’d fingered her to a climax.

Hoshi and I both watched as Su-Li came down from her high, breathing hard and looking confused. Su-Li asked Hoshi something and she smirked and replied. Probably a question and answer along the lines of, “What the hell just happened?”, “You had an orgasm, kiddo. Enjoy it?”

Su-Li was nodding her head and there followed a quick chat, then Hoshi turned to me.

“This looks like being your lucky day. Su-Li wants you to initiate her.”

“Looks like she will be disappointed,” I said sadly, shaking my head.

“What? Why?” barked Su-Li, while Hoshi looked confused and said, “You’re kidding, right?”

I shrugged and spread my hands in a helpless, what-can-I-do gesture.

“Like I said earlier, Su-Li would want you to demonstrate first so she knows what to do. You’ve indicated you don’t want to have sex, so no demonstration and Su-Li will have to miss out.”

“You don’t need to have sex with me first,” snapped Hoshi. “Su-Li won’t mind as long as you treat her properly.”

“Maybe, but she’ll a lot more confident if she knows what is going to happen.”

Su-Li got into the act then. She pointed to the bed and said something to Hoshi. Hoshi replied, pointing to me, to Su-Li to herself, to the bed. I guessed she was asking Su-Li if she had to demonstrate. Su-Li giggled and turned to me.

“Hoshi will demonstrate,” she said calmly.

Hoshi flushed and glared at the pair of us. I raised an eyebrow.

“Well?” I said. “You know you want to.”

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*This story is not necessarily true. It is true in that some part of it did happen, but a major part did not. Names have been changed. Feel free to email constructive criticism and/or support. **

It was a bad day at school. I had not done my previous night’s reading/English homework, and had gotten a lecture from the teacher about the importance of it. After school, I was supposed to stay after and get band tutoring. I didn’t, instead pretending that I forgot, and went home. To top it off, it was raining pretty hard that day. When I got home, I realized that I had forgotten my house key, and had no way of getting in and drying off. I went under my front porch and sat, in order to wait for my mom to get home.

As it was soon after the Christmas break, it was slightly cold out side to begin with. Add to that the extreme wetness of my clothes. I was shivering and thinking that I would get hypothermia. Next door to us lived a family with many children; including one that I thought was a goddess. Her name was Rachel, and she had medium length brown hair, full hips, nice breasts, and a very tight ass. She happened to get home while I was shivering my ass off outside. She came over and asked me if I would like to go in her house and dry off.

“Yes, please!” I managed to say through my shivers.

We entered her house, and I found that we were the only people there. She told me that there was a bathrobe in the bathroom, and if I would give her my clothes, she would put them in the dryer for me. I thanked her, and entered the bathroom. As I took off my soaking clothes, I noticed that there was no bathrobe. I opened the door a crack and softly yelled, “Where is the bathrobe?”

I guess she must have realized that it wasn’t there, saying, “Just wrap a towel around your self.”

As it was, all of my clothes, including my underwear was wet. I left the bathroom with a towel around my waist and escort bodrum my wet clothes in my hands.

“Her, give me your clothes. I’ve fixed you some hot chocolate.”

“Thanks.” I replied, taking a seat at the table.

She put the clothes into the dryer and started it. She sat down and began to drink her own glass of hot chocolate. I guess that the glass was too hot to touch, because she dropped it. The glass did not break, but the hot chocolate did spill all over her shirt.

“Shit! Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that!” she said.

Now being an eighteen-year-old boy, the sight of her now wet shirt clinging to her breasts gave me an instant erection. I am not by any means large, but a 6 and a half inch penis, that was somewhat thick, is by no means small. As she picked up the dropped cup, she happened to glance my way. She obviously saw my dick, because she got this weird look in her eyes. She put her cup in the sink, and went to her room to change.

After about a minute my erection started to lose its rigidity, and she called down to me, “Could you please bring me a towel from the closet?”

I grabbed a towel and started to hang it on the door. Just then she opened the door, here shirt off, giving me a clear view of her black-lace bra covered tits. My erection came back full force, and I made the mistake of trying to cover it up. My towel hit the ground giving her a clear view of my dong.

I know that my face was beet-red, because I started to feel all hot. Apparently, she didn’t seem to mind all that much, because she just stood there and stared. I bent down to grab the towel, but she stopped me.

“Did these cause that?” she asked, indicating her tits.

I simply nodded. She took my hand and led me into her room. She motioned for me to sit on her bed, which I did. “Well, you certainly are a good size, aren’t you?” turgutreis escort she asked getting down on her knees.

All I could do was sit there, paralyzed by my embarrassment. She lowered her head, and gently took my hard member in her mouth. I was in heaven. I had only ever used masturbation for release, and this felt a thousand times greater than my hand ever had. Though it was only a minute, it felt like it had taken forever for me to shoot my load. It was small, so she had no trouble in swallowing it all.

She stood up, licking her lips, and said, “How was it?”

“… Great!” I finally managed to say after I had recovered.

“Well, I guess it’s not fair for me to see you, but you not to see me.” She said as she slowly unzipped her pants, and pulled them off, leaving her in only her bra and thong panties. “I don’t want to be unfair.” She said, sensuously, as she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor.

Even though I had just cum, my dick instantly sprang to attention. She smiled and turned around, giving me a good view of her butt. Then she slowly bent over, and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She turned her head to the side, as she pulled them down, staring at my dick. I was treated to a fine view of her firm ass and hairless cunt. She stood up and turned around, revealing a thin triangle of hair, pointing to her hidden honey pot. She came over to her bed, and pulled me off, setting me on the floor, and taking my place on the bed. She spread her legs, and said, “How about some of this?”

She licked her right hand, and slowly rubbed it down her body. She paused for a moment at her tiny nipples, turning them into hardened pebbles. She made her way down to her pussy, and spread it open, revealing her very wet, very pink center.

“Just lick it like it was an ice cream cone.” She instructed. bodrum escort

I slowly moved my head to her, and extended my tongue. As soon as it touched her, she let out a soft moan. Slowly, I began to lick up and down on her slit. She started to squirm slightly, moving her hips in rhythm of my licking. I started licking faster and faster, causing her movements to become wilder and wilder. Suddenly, her movements brought her hard love button smashing into my nose. She went wild, moaning loudly, and crying out. Sweet juices started pouring out of her hole, and I drank as much as I could.

When she was done, she moved back and gave out a long sigh. I just sat there, dizzy from the experience. She picked me up, and started to kiss me. Becoming bolder, I moved my tongue into her mouth. As our tongues entwined, she got on top of me, and grabbed my dick. She was about to put it into her wet hole, when the timer on the dryer went off. As if something were trying to tell us something, the phone began to ring at that exact same moment. “Fuck!” Rachel cried, as she pushed me off and answered the phone.

“Hello,” she sighed. After two seconds, her expression turned to one of horror. “Okay mom, bye.” She said.

Then she turned to me and said, “My mom will be home in five minutes. We’d better get dressed.”

She put her clothes on, while I went to the dryer and grabbed my clothes and hurried to put them on. I just happened to look out of the window, and saw my mom pulling into our driveway. I went to Rachel’s room, and told her that my mom was home, and I had to go.

“Wait a second,” she said. She grabbed my backpack, and stuffed something in it.

“Thank you,” I said, walking to the door.

“If you ever get locked out of your house again, just come on over.” She said, with a subtle wink.

“I sure will!” I exclaimed.

When i got home, i checked my back pack, and found that she had given me her panties. You can guess that I would be forgetting my key alot from now on!

*Well, how was it? If you think that I should write continue with the story, drop me a line. As I said at the start of the story, constructive criticism is welcome, but flames are not. I hope you enjoyed this small story. **

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I’d just bought myself a new car, and I mean new — fresh out of the factory. Not something I could normally afford but I’d done a favour for a bigwig in the factory and he arranged for me to have one cheap. By an odd coincidence the foreman at the time thought the car was going to be a VIP special and had arranged for all those little extras to be installed.

I was very happy with my deal. Now all I had to do was flog off my old car. She wasn’t a bad vehicle and was good for a few more years of reliable service. If it hadn’t been for this stroke of luck I’d have retained her for those few years myself.

I put in an ad offering my old car for a reasonable price, or what I thought was a reasonable price. Knowing people would want to beat the price down I had added a couple of hundred extra so they could twist my arm and talk me down to the real price. If pushed I might even go a hundred or so lower than that, but that was reaching the reluctant stage as I knew what it was worth.

I had the usual assortment come around looking. Those who thought I was an idiot and would let them have the car for next to nothing. Those who were genuine idiots and didn’t have the money just yet but if I would just trust them. I explained several times that cash was my preferred method of payment. Personal cheques needed money behind them and I didn’t know if they could cover it.

There were a couple of genuine buyers who promptly talked me down the leeway I had built in. They both said they’d think it over and drop past in the next day or so. I suspect that the idea would be to come back in a couple of days and get a little more knocked off. Reasonable tactics and they might work, as I didn’t want the thing stuck in my drive forever.

In the afternoon of the second day that I had the car up for sale a young lady came by, interested in purchasing the car. I took one look at her and asked to see her driver’s licence because if she didn’t have one then I wouldn’t be selling her the car. She huffed a bit but extracted her licence, showing that her name was Alice, she was eighteen, and a certified driver.

She looked the car over and seemed to know what she was doing. I mentioned this and she told me her father was a mechanic and taught her all about cars so she wouldn’t find herself stranded not knowing what to do. Alice seemed to approve of everything and asked if she could take it for a test drive.

I passed her the keys and hopped in the passenger’s seat, leaving her to go. She hopped in, started the car, and backed out onto the road quite competently. She drove it around for about fifteen minutes, giving it a fair workout, before returning to my place.

“It’s OK, I guess,” she said, “but a bit pricey. What will you really take for it?”

I smiled and knocked a hundred off the price.

“Oh, come on,” she protested. “That’s still way too much. Surely you can do better than that.”

I lost my smile, sighed, and knocked off another hundred.

She winced and bit her lip.

“That’s still a little high,” she said carefully. “It is an older car, you know.”

“Yes, I know,” I said agreeably. “One that’s in excellent condition, as you know. Why don’t you say what you think would be an appropriate price?”

She bit her lip and then offered an amount that was another two hundred down. I was shaking my head when she asked if we could discuss it inside over a cup of coffee. I shrugged and agreed. I wouldn’t mind the coffee and a friendly chat wouldn’t hurt. Hell, I might even knock off that extra bodrum escort two hundred. It wasn’t going to worry me.

I showed her into the front room and told her to take a seat while I made some coffee. She smiled and nodded, sinking gracefully into the seat. I made some coffee and returned with the coffee on a tray along with some milk and sugar in case she wanted them.

We enjoyed the coffee, talking about nothing in particular, me waiting for her to broach the subject and her not in any great hurry to do so.

As soon as the coffee was finished she sighed and made her confession. She really liked the car and wanted it but the price she’d quoted was all the money she had. It would take her weeks to get another couple of hundred and I’d probably have sold it by then as she knew I couldn’t really hold it for her.

I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, trying to look serious, already resigned to the fact that I was going to let her have it at her price. Then she upped the stakes.

“I’m sure we can come to an agreement,” she said, blushing slightly, as she dropped something frilly on the coffee table.

“Stand up,” I said softly, rising to my feet and moving around in front of her.

Still blushing she did so and I reached down and lifted the front of her dress. A neat little tuft of curls was on display, no panties there to hinder the view.

“Do you understand what you’re doing?” I asked, and she nodded quickly, her blush rising higher. She was also breathing a little heavier, her lips slightly parted and her tongue just visible between them. The very idea was exciting her, arousing her.

“In that case, if you’re prepared to take the consequences, you may finish getting undressed and I’ll be prepared to sell you a car.”

She didn’t have much else on, just her dress and a bra. The weather was warm and there was no need for heavier clothing. It doesn’t take long for a young lady to take of a couple of items of clothing. Ages for them to put them on, but they come off quite fast.

I’d moved to the couch to give her room and I watched her appreciatively. She had an excellent figure and I was going to take full advantage of it.

She stood there, naked, hands behind her back, looking at me. She wasn’t exactly being brazen, more nervously excited, anticipating what was to come. I idly wondered how experienced she was and whether she really understood what was to come. With what I intended I doubted it.

I held out my hand and she moved closer and took it. I gave her a sympathetic smile and then pulled firmly, drawing her face down over my lap, my free hand coming down in a stinging spank upon her bottom.

That wasn’t all my hand did. As soon as it had landed it went slithering over her bottom and between her legs, firmly rubbing the goodies I found there. Then I lifted my hand for a second spank (accompanied by a friendly massage — a very friendly massage). I also started to give her a little lecture, ignoring her outraged yell.

I explained to her just what an idiot she had been and the dangers inherent in her thoughtless action. She protested and tried to make excuses and I continued to give her a very nice spanking, at the same time working on her arousal between each spank.

Once her bottom had a nice warm glow to it I ceased the spanking part of my attention, concentrating on the massaging, also switching from lecture mode to flattering, telling her what a wonderful body she had, giving confirmation of this by fondling her bitez escort breasts as well as her mound.

I turned her around so she finished up sitting on my lap. I had one hand between her legs, one on her back helping to hold her in place, and I was leaning forward, my mouth starting to worship her breasts. I could feel her pressing her groin against my hand, wanting more, and I was quite ready to give her more.

I eased her down onto the carpet on the grounds that there was a lot more room there. I knelt next to her and my trousers and such went down and my erection most certainly leapt up. To my surprise her eyes opened wide and she looked quite shocked.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, sounding unusually nervous.

“What the hell do you think I’m doing?” I retorted. “I’m taking what you offered.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, flapping her hands around. “I didn’t mean to go that far. I thought some, ah, touching and things like that. That’s all.”

“Bovine excrement,” I said succinctly, and watched her try to translate it. She flushed after she did.

“No really,” she protested.

“You knew precisely what you were offering,” I told her. “If you hadn’t already known then my little lecture spelt it out, and I didn’t hear you protesting then. Getting cold feet, are you?”

I had a toe pressing against her ankle, easing her legs further apart. She was making no effort to stop me so I just carried on, spreading her legs nicely. I moved so I was kneeling between her thighs, leaning forward slightly so my cock was lightly touching her.

I stroked up and down her slit, letting her feel me pressing against her. No matter what she said she was aroused, her lips parted and glistening with an expectant wetness.

Alice was looking everywhere but at me, breathing harder. I suspected that she was very close to panicking so I took steps.

“Alice, look at me. That’s a good girl. Now I want you to watch what I’m doing to you. I’ll take it nice and slow and if you feel you’re not capable of handling it let me know and I’ll stop.”

I mean, really, I wasn’t that large. Maybe her boyfriend was a little on the small side. Whatever, she propped herself up on her elbows, looking at where my cock was brushing against her. I eased her lips slightly apart, pressed in slightly, and let her lips close over the head of my cock.

Alice made a funny little sound but didn’t try to stop me and I pressed in a little more firmly. Only a little as I promptly came to a surprising fact. Sweet little Alice was a virgin. Now what was I supposed to do? Be a gentleman and withdraw or be a cad and carry on? I chose option three, let Alice decide.

“If I’d known you were a virgin we wouldn’t have reached this point,” I reprimanded her. “That spanking would also have been a lot harder. Are you prepared for me to keep going?”

Her eyes flicked up to look me in the face and then dropped back down to where my cock was entering her. Her blush rose and she took a deep breath.

“Do it,” she said. “Now. Do it.”

I did it. I pressed harder and her virginity gave way without a struggle, with Nancy only giving a little surprised yip. But with that obstacle out of the way I surged triumphantly down her passage. In a manner of speaking — I actually took my time, giving her passage a chance to yield and let me pass, which it seemed happy to do. The actual triumphant surging could wait for another occasion, if I ever got the chance. bodrum merkez escort

Nancy was still looking at where our groins were firmly pressing against each other.

“I don’t believe it,” she gasped. “I’m actually doing it. Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Stop you?” I asked incredulously. “Are you mad?”

She blushed and I gave her an evil grin.

“Besides, you’re not actually doing it yet. Just preparing to.”

“What?”

I pulled back and returned nice and firmly, watching her eyes open wide as I did so. Before she could comment I was repeating the action, at the same time telling her to get with it and move with me.

After a few false starts she managed to latch onto the rhythm, moving with me. It turned out that she was a verbally appreciative partner. There were a lot of short cries expressing approval, a nonstop patter of delighted sounds.

I kept things at a reasonable pace to start with, letting her arousal build. My hands were enjoying the feel of her breasts as she writhed under me, adding that little extra to the erotic feelings tormenting her.

When her cries became a little incoherent I picked up the pace, pleased to see that her cries now became a lot more incoherent, while she put a fair effort into keeping up with me.

The nice thing about a vocal partner was the fact that you could tell from their tone how close they are to climaxing. I picked my moment and then really got to work, pounding her pussy for all I was worth. It didn’t take long. She gave a shocked scream and climaxed, which I took as permission to let loose my own load.

I moved away from her and she sat up, looking somewhat surprised. Before she could say anything I spoke up.

“You might want to take a quick shower before you get dressed,” I told her. “While you’re doing that I’ll get all the paperwork for the car sorted out.”

She grabbed her cloths, blushing fiercely, and went scampering out of the room. I went into the kitchen and got the paperwork. When she joined me, dressed and still blushing, I indicated where she had to sign. She read the documents before she signed them and then dug in her purse and produced an envelope and handed it to me. A quick check showed it was the agreed amount.

“If you’re going to go down to the Registration Office to file the papers and pay the transfer fee I can leave the plates on the car,” I told her. “If you’re not going to register the transfer for a few days I need to remove the plates and deposit them at the Registration Office.”

“Transfer fee?” she asked.

“Of course. When did any government organisation do anything without a fee? I’ve actually calculated the fee payable. It’s on that last document you signed.”

Apparently she hadn’t read the documents as carefully as she thought. She started chewing on her lip.

“Don’t tell me. You don’t have the money for the transfer.”

“Um, the car cost more than I expected to have to pay,” she admitted.

“Maybe, but I also sold it for less than I expected to get. You have got a bargain there.”

She looked so woebegone that I said to hell with it. The money for the car was all cream as far as I was concerned. I extracted fifty from the envelope and handed it to her.

“That will cover the registration fee,” I pointed out. “I suggest that you go down to the Registration Office and finalise the transfer right away.”

She was all thank you, thank you, thank you, as she danced out to her nice new car.

“I just don’t know how to thank you enough,” she said, all smiles, as she settled in behind the wheel.

“I do,” I replied. “Come back tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

She blushed but didn’t lose her smile. She slipped the car into drive and departed.

I watched her go, wondering if she’d be back the next day to thank me properly. One could only hope.

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It was at my wedding reception that one of my strangest fantasies came true. I had just married my high school sweetheart. We were both eighteen. We had been together for four years, and never in that time had we gone all the way. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to, it was that we never had much of an opportunity. Both of our parents watched us like hawks. The only times we had ever gotten close were when Jeff’s dad drove us places. We could sit in the back of the van, and Jeff’s dad was oblivious to what we did as long as we remained clothed. Actually, I had often wondered what would have happened if we had taken off our clothes. He might not have even noticed then.

Except I had a funny feeling sometimes that he was watching us. Just last month, a few days before graduation, he gave us a ride since neither of our parents trusted us enough to go to school by ourselves. It was a little ridiculous since we were both seniors, but that didn’t matter. We would be graduates soon, and we could fuck our brains out as soon as we got married. That day, I was wearing a short skirt with a button-down shirt. I scooted into the backseat next to Jeff, who put his arm around me. Since it took about twenty minutes to get to school, we had plenty of time to snuggle. Jeff almost immediately started kissing me, deep kisses that left me breathless. Jeff’s dad made some kind of smart alecky comment about keeping the slurping sounds below one decibel. Jeff released my mouth to laugh, but he simultaneously started unbuttoning my shirt. I looked nervously into the rearview mirror to see if his dad was watching. He wasn’t. Jeff started pinching my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra, and I arched my back. Jeff put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, “God, I’ve been waiting to squeeze these tits ever since you left last night.” A flutter of pleasure went through me as he lowered his head to bite at the stiffening nipples. Even through the fabric, it felt amazing. He unsnapped the front clasp and paused a moment to stare at my exposed tits. I thought I felt more than one pair of eyes ogling me, and I looked at the rearview mirror. Jeff’s dad was looking away, but I thought I had caught a glimpse of his eyes darting to the side just as I looked. The idea of him watching me made my knees go weak. I watched the mirror from the corner of my eyes as I slowly shook my tits for Jeff. I swear I saw his dad look.

Jeff, oblivious to my experiments, pulled me onto his lap so that I was facing the front of the van. My legs were spread on either side. Jeff’s dad was conscientiously watching the road as Jeff thrust his hand up my skirt and plowed two fingers into my cunt. I stifled a gasp of pleasure and surprise; usually Jeff engages in more teasing before he gets to the satisfaction. And I realized with a blush that if Jeff’s dad looked in the mirror, he would see not only my softly bouncing bodrum escort bayan tits but also his son finger-fucking me. The idea made me moan softly, and I purposely hiked my skirt up farther so Jeff’s dad could have the full view if he looked. Jeff whispered for me to shh as he pounded his fingers even harder into me. When the moan came, through my lidded eyes I distinctly saw Jeff’s dad look. He didn’t look long, but he definitely looked. I came in shuddering waves, humping Jeff’s fingers so vigorously that I hoped the back of the van wasn’t shaking.

A month later, at my reception, I found myself dancing with Jeff’s dad. It was a little awkward. He was the object of my fantasy, and it was difficult to do anything as mundane as dance with him. I liked to think of him as an idea, not a reality. We had been dancing for just a few minutes, making small talk, when he leaned down and murmured, “You have amazing tits.” His hand was on my shoulder, and he dipped his thumb down unobtrusively to graze the exposed flesh inside the scoop-neck shirt I was wearing.

I swallowed. “Excuse me?” I asked. My breathing was becoming ragged with the insistent stroking of his thumb, but I attempted to muster some semblance of indignation.

He smiled and pressed his other hand against my lower back, nestling my stomach against his hardening cock. “I’ve been looking at them for the past four years. Sometimes I dream about squeezing them around my cock and fucking them.”

I tried to look shocked, but I felt my hips betray my growing arousal as they involuntarily bucked once against him. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said breathily.

“Right, the innocent virgin.” He smirked. “That was no innocent virgin in the back of my van. You wanted my son to fuck you right there where anyone could see. And you know what else? You especially wanted him to do it where I could see.”

My face was on fire. “Why do you think that?”

“I watched you look at me. Then you shook your tits while you looked. I saw you spread your legs for me. You didn’t have on any panties, either, and I bet that was for me, too. I can’t wait to fuck that sweet virgin cunt you flashed me.” I was mortified. Mortified and on the verge of cumming. His hands were inside my shirt now, squeezing my tits rhythmically. I shook myself. “Oh God, someone’s going to see…”

“No they’re not,” he said. I looked around. He had maneuvered us into the bride’s dressing room. “But even if they did, you would like it more.” He abruptly released my tits, and I stood gasping for air.

“I can’t do this,” I said.

He pushed two fingers inside my skirt and stopped just short of ramming them into my saturated pussy. “Well well,” he commented, “you don’t have any panties on today, either. Some people might think that makes you a little eager.”

My gümüşlük escort body answered for me as I impaled myself on his fingers. I bucked against the rigid fullness of them, gasping and moaning more loudly than I had ever been able to do in the back of his van. He was crooning things to me that made me buck harder against his immobile hand. “Yeah, you can do this, honey. Fuck my hand. Show me how much you want it. I want to feel that tight little cunt clamping on my fingers.” My breath came in ragged pants. I looked up into his face and saw the heat there, heat that made my pussy spasm again and again against his unyielding hand.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” he asked calmly, wiping his hand on his jeans. Then he reached for the fly as he continued. “Now, I’ve watched you put that mouth on my son’s cock a couple of times. He always looked like he enjoyed it. Why don’t you show me how much?”

I looked away from the length of flesh he was pressing toward my face. I wanted to wrap my lips around it, but suddenly Jeff’s face flashed into my mind. “I can’t,” I moaned.

“Now sweetheart,” he said. “You were just a really good little girl for me. You can do anything your little heart desires. Now put my cock in your mouth or I’ll do it for you.”

I gave in and wrapped my lips around the head of his shaft. He sighed as I began licking in small circles. Truthfully, I hadn’t done much in the way of oral sex with Jeff, but I’d always wanted to experiment. I bobbed my head forward to take in more of his dad, and he thrust his hips forward to bury more of himself inside me. He touched the back of my mouth, and I thought it would be unpleasant, but the hardness of him seemed to scratch an itch I hadn’t realized was there.

He suddenly pulled out of my mouth. “Damn, that was amazing,” he said. “I almost came in that pretty little throat of yours.”

I head myself whimper, and it sounded frustrated. I stood up and pressed my body against his. The hardness of his cock pressed against my clit, and I wriggled. He deftly dodged my attempt to impale myself on its length.

“What is it, hon?” he asked.

“Please,” I moaned as I struggled against him.

He smirked. “Please what?”

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

He pretended shock. “You want me to do what? But you’re my daughter-in-law!”

“I know,” I said. I was embarrassed at my behavior, but I couldn’t deny my awakened body. “I don’t care. Fuck me, I want you inside me.”

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said. I immediately obeyed, and I realized that the place he had indicated put me facing a mirror. I looked crazed. Then I saw him behind me. I tensed in anticipation.

The first thrust was like a piece of heaven. I was so tight he couldn’t go all the way in, but he grunted and pushed until his whole length mumcular escort was buried inside me. I watched my tits bounce and jiggle. My complete lack of control was orgasmic.

“Did my little whore already cum?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I gasped, but I bucked my hips back against him. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

He pulled back a few inches, then pushed sharply forward. I let out a cry, one I was afraid someone would hear. I bit my lip as he pulled back again. His sharp thrust this time only brought a muffled gasp.

“You’re so tight,” he grunted. “So tight. Do you like me inside you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Never stop!”

He pulled back farther this time and pushed in just as fast. I jerked my head back with the pleasure of it. “You like it hard?” he asked.

I moaned in response. He paused his slow fucking to lean forward and squeeze my tits. He looked into the mirror and locked eyes with me. “I’m going to fuck you until you want to scream my name. And I’m going to do it a lot.”

“Do it hard,” I answered.

He released my tits and started pounding into me, still excruciatingly slowly. But it was amazing. I was gasping something over and over again, and it was an eternity before I realized I was saying, “Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

“My little girl has been a naughty tease for the past four years,” he said despite his own ragged breathing. “I’m going to make sure she pays for it.”

“Faster,” I gasped. “Please, do it faster.”

“You like how daddy’s cock feels in your virgin cunt?” he said. His voice was becoming crazed as he sped up his tempo.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “I’ve wanted you to put it inside me ever since I saw you.” He didn’t say anything, but he fucked me harder. “Yeah, just like you’re doing it now. I’m about to cum with you fucking me. Your cock feels so good.” I trailed off into gasping moans.

“Keep talking sweet to daddy,” he said. “I’m watching those tits bounce around and I can’t stop thinking of that time you shook them for me. What were you thinking last month when Jeff had his hands inside this sweet little cunt? You came so damn hard.”

“I wanted you,” I gasped. “I wanted you to pull over and fuck me right there on the side of the road.” He was pounding me so hard and fast that I had to pause to catch my breath. “I wanted you to stuff your cock into my pussy just like you’re doing now.”

“Did you want me to cum inside your pussy?”

“Yeah, I wanted you to squirt your hot jizz in my pussy while I screamed your name.”

He tensed, and I felt myself tense with him. “I’m cumming, daddy,” I gasped.

“Good girl,” he said, and he shot his load into my pulsing pussy.

A few minutes later, he pulled out. He gave my tits a soothing rub, and then he spoke. “Well honey, that was pretty damn good. You play your cards right, we might do this again sometime.” His eyes said that this wasn’t a suggestion. He backed up the expression in his eyes with a significant glance at a video camera that I had failed to notice in the throes of my passion.

It slammed into me as he left that he was going to fuck me whenever he wanted. I was going to be his slave. It also slammed into me that I was glad.

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“Oh. My. God, this is the girl I saw here last week,” – said Mike quietly, pointing discreetly at a girl who just walked into the restaurant. I followed his gesture and saw her as well. My mouth went dry instantly, rivaled only by the instant stirring in my pants.

You see, me and Mike are long-time friends and roommates. When we were teenagers together, we discovered that among other things we have in common, we share the preference for a certain type of women’s figures. Well, not quite. Mike likes big girls. Big boobs, big asses, big everything. Me, I like fat girls: it’s not the size that does it for me, it’s the softness. But most of the time that point was not valid. Neither was it this time.

The girl that came in was both big and fat. Very big and very fat, easily around 400 pounds. Her top was a size or two too small for her, clinging to her breasts, – on a thin girl, those would have seemed huge, but on her figure they seemed quite smallish – clinging to the rolls of fat on her sides, leaving her tattooed shoulders bare. She was wearing low-rise jeans, her belly hanging over the waistband, jiggling with every step she took.

“Oh my God is right,” – I told Mike, – “I want her.”

“- I told you, dude.”

Ever since college, we decided that when we fell for the same girl, we should not fight, but instead should get her to sleep with both of us, separately or both at once, her choice. It worked very well, with very few glitches.

In the meanwhile, the lovely fat girl sat down, her abundant ass cheeks overflowing the chair. If she weren’t wearing jeans, I am sure that the sides of her ass would actually hang down from the chair’s edges.

She ordered a cup of coffee and two cannolis, and settled down to wait, staring into distance. I sat watching her lovely face.

Her cheeks were round and fat, and very smooth. She had huge beautiful eyes and a very small, delicate mouth with a subtle curve of the lips. Her nose was straight, short and incredibly cute, pierced with a small ring on the side. She wore her hair short, but not too short. There was a flowery tattoo on her left shoulder.

Her coffee arrived, and I watched her open her lovely mouth and taste the cream-filled tube of a cannoli, her tongue darting out for a brief second. Then she gave a content sigh and bit into the pastry. The movement of her face when she chewed was mesmerizing, as both her cheeks and her perfectly rounded double chin wobbled a little.

I signaled the waiter and handed him a $20 bill.

“Bring that girl over there a large rum raisin and vanilla sundae,” – I told him, – “and another one, hmmm, let’s see, make it chocolate and butter pecan. Tell her this is courtesy of the two gentlemen at the bar,” – I indicated Mike and myself, – “and keep the change.”

She was halfway through her second pastry, when ice cream arrived at her table. We watched her eyes widen with surprise, then her brows lowered, as she suspected that someone was making fun of her. When the waiter pointed us out to her, we smiled and waved, and she seemed to relax a bit. After tasting one sundae, then another, she smiled back at us, and with a nod of her head invited us to sit at her table.

Mike and I walked over and sat on both sides of her. She was even more beautiful close up than she was from a distance – I could see the little chubby folds on her fat upper arms.

“So, boys, what’s the deal?” – she asked us with a playful smile when we sat down. – “Why the ice cream?”

“We just wanted to make your day a little sweeter, Miss,” – said I, moving the ice cream slightly closer to her. She promptly ate a spoonful of it.

“You seem like such a sweet girl,” – said Mike, touching her hand gently, – “so pretty. What is your name?”

“Yvette,” – she said, blushing. – “but really, you should not have…”

“Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful, beautiful girl,” – I said, stroking her other hand, so soft and smooth and small.

“We would really, really like to sit with you and watch you eat this ice cream, Yvette,” – said Mike. – “This is Sam, by the way, and I am Mike.”

“Nice to meet you, Mike, Sam,” – Yvette said, – “What do you guys do?”

“I am a writer, and Mike is a photographer,” – I said, – but please, eat.

“You are holding my hands, guys,” – she laughed, and that was true – Mike was stroking the back of her hand with his fingers, and I was holding her other hand,, my fingers özbek escort intertwined with hers.

I picked up the spoon from the rum raisin and vanilla sundae, and scooped up a little ice cream from the top, where it’s just started to melt. I put the spoon up to Yvette’s lips, and she looked at me with her huge lovely eyes, and parted her lips obediently for her treat.

Mike picked up on my hint, and took the other spoon, the one that came with the chocolate and butter pecan sundae. She looked at him with sweet helplessness in her eyes, then ate his offering as well.

We continued to feed the lovely fat beauty, spoonful after spoonful of cold soft sweetness, holding her hands and stroking them all the while. It must have been a bizarre sight, but none of us cared: both I and my friend devouring Yvette’s face with out eyes as she devoured our ice cream. Her lovely fat cheeks were blushing, her breathing grew heavier. She started to close her eyes after each spoonful, with a small whimper. As she swallowed, I could see in my mind the sweet, creamy food traveling down her body, transforming into soft, sweet, creamy fat and lining her smooth white skin from the inside, like it was filled with warm, creamy melted ice cream.

“You are such a beautiful fat girl, Yvette,” – I whispered, letting go of her hand and stroking my finger up her arm, very lightly, barely touching the smooth skin, – “I love seeing you eating this ice cream. This ice cream is making you fatter and prettier. Each time you swallow it, it makes you fatter, softer and prettier.”

I took her hand in mine again, and fed her another spoonful of vanilla. Ice cream was dwindling fast: fed by two men at once, Yvette was eating almost constantly. There was a drop of white melted ice cream that escaped Yvette’s pretty lips and slid down her double chin. I caught it on my finger before it could drip down, and slowly wiped its trail, caressing the fat girl’s soft double chin, stroking her cheek and Finally brushing my ice cream-covered finger across her full lips, offering her an opportunity to take it into her mouth. She licked the finger first, then sucked on it, the sensation of her hot moist mouth on my skin almost making me burst out of my pants. She even moaned a little as she sucked.

“So fat and beautiful,” – Mike whispered in her ear. – “Eat, please, eat for us.”

Mike spooned the last of the melted stuff into Yvette’s little hot mouth and we sat there, still holding the fat girl by the hands, as she was licking her lips and catching her breath. I put my other hand on top of her gently sloping belly and stroked it slowly, as Mike traced his finger on Yvette’s flabby upper arm, admiring the ripple his finger made in the girl’s soft supple flesh.

Yvette gave a shuddering whimper, her grip on our hands suddenly tightened, her breathing became quicker and more irregular. She closed her eyes and her whole body started trembling, shaking and quivering, as she fought hard not to make a sound.

“Are you cumming, my lovely fattie?” – I asked quietly, and she looked at me with those huge, beautiful eyes, unfocused, with diluted pupils, and I knew that I was right. Another shudder run up Yvette’s fat body, and she relaxed.

“What have you done?” – she whispered accusingly at me and Mike. – “There are people watching. What have you done?”

“Shhh,” – I told her, stroking her arm, – “nobody saw anything. But I want to see just how fat you got for us.”

“We want to see your beautiful body,” – said Mike, – “we want to feel your fat under our hands.”

“Not here,” – she whispered. – “Take me home with you, please.”

Our apartment was a short walk away from the café, but it was also on the second floor walk-up, so Yvette was out of breath by the time we got to the first floor, and had to take a short break. So pretty she was, leaning against the wall of the staircase, her huge belly moving up and down as she was catching her breath, that I could not contain myself any longer. I leaned and kissed her on her soft lips, still a bit cold from so much ice cream.

She whimpered a little and kissed me back, her soft, pliant body molding against mine. She could feel my erection firm against her soft belly. Her unbelievably soft lips were pressed against mine, and my tongue found its way inside her lovely mouth.

After a few heavenly moments, I released Yvette, and we hurried up azeri escort another flight of stairs.

In our living room, I left Yvette along with Mike, and went to the kitchen, to find what I needed. Yes. A two-liter bottle of Coke from the fridge and a nice large box of dark chocolate pralines from the cupboard.

When I came back, Yvette was standing in front of Mike, struggling with the button of her jeans, and Mike was stroking her shoulders and upper arms, talking to the girl in a low voice.

“Such a beautiful girl,” – he crooned, brushing Yvette’s hair out of her face, stroking her cheek and neck, – “such a big, beautiful girl. Show me how large you’ve grown for me.”

Yvette finally managed to undo the button, and her belly spilled out of her jeans, wobbling and undulating. She struggled out of her jeans and stood before us half-naked, my eyes devouring the soft curves and folds of her body, the vastness of her white dimpled thighs and her huge round ass.

“I’ve grown very large for you,” – she said breathily.”

I came up to her from behind and handed her the Coke, hugging her and sliding my hands over her sides and belly as she drank straight from the bottle.

“Good girl,” – I said, feeding her a piece of chocolate and kissing the flower tattooed on her shoulder, – “nice, soft, fatty girl. Show us how fat you got for us.”

Yvette moaned with pleasure as the dark, rich chocolate treat burst with flavor inside her mouth. Belgians know their chocolate, that’s for sure. The fat girl took off her top and remained in bra and panties. Mike took the bottle from her, took her by the hand and led her away to his bedroom. She followed him obediently, like a little girl, her hips swaying and jiggling with every movement. I followed with the box of candy under my arm.

Yvette sat down on Mike’s bed, the fat on her ass and hips spreading around her like a soft jiggly fat pillow, barely contained by her panties. I knelt down in front of her and took a thick roll of her belly fat in my hands, lifting it and kissing it, pressing my face against it so it was fully enveloped by Yvette’s soft flesh. She was smiling dreamily, her beautiful eyes half-closed and her lovely moist lips slightly parted. Mike was behind her, caressing her back and shoulders, and stroking her on the head, whispering in her ear what a good girl she was for gaining so much weight, and how much he admired the hugeness of her beautiful body. I was busy stroking and squeezing her sides and belly, and upper thighs.

Mike put his hands on the beautiful fat girl’s shoulders and pulled, making Yvette lie down on the bed. As she was doing that, I caught hold of her panties and rolled them down her massive hips and fat dimpled thighs. Yvette did not object to that, she just whimpered a little, as Mike pulled her down and kissed her on the lips.

As soon as my roommate stopped kissing the girl, I produced another piece of chocolate and put it in Yvette’s mouth. She accepted it readily, licking my fingers as she took it in.

We were lying on Mike’s bed, Yvette in between the two of us. She was on her back, and we were rubbing her belly, and taking turns kissing her and feeding her chocolates. She turned on her side and I got hold of her soft fat belly, squeezing and kneading it, my fingers sinking deep into her soft skin. I put my finger into her deep belly button and caressed it with slow circular motions. At that time Mike unclasped her bra at the back, and she took it as a signal to turn over to him.

As Mike started playing with Yvette’s large soft tits, I was running my hands all over her huge ass, admiring the size and softness, and the way any touch produced a ripple on the surface of the fat girls creamy white skin. Sometimes my hands wandered lower, towards her pussy, and I could feel the heat radiating from there: Yvette was intensely excited by our attention.

We put her on her back again, and continued playing with her fat, rubbing her belly, kissing her on her lips, her neck, her tits and nipples, pausing now and then to feed our beautiful fatty some more candy or give her some Coke to wash it down with. Yvette laid there, whimpering and moaning slightly, her legs parted to allow our hands to caress the insides of her silky smooth fat thighs, her hips moving very slightly. She was in a dazed state of slowly smoldering with arousal. She never even noticed me or türkmen escort Mike getting naked and getting a few condoms ready.

Mike moved his hand up Yvette’s thigh and found her pussy. The fat girl gasped.

“She is soooo wet,” – Mike said, as he climbed on top of Yvette and in between her readily parted thighs. He started to fuck the girl, and her whole body was jiggling and undulating under his strokes. Yvette’s pretty eyes were closed, she was moaning and yelping with pleasure, as Mike’s movements became faster and faster. I reached for her breasts and started playing with them, rubbing and pinching her nipples, admiring her vast jiggling flesh. The beautiful fat girl cried out, her hands clutching the bed sheet, her hips started to buck, meeting Mike’s, and a few moments later she came with a long plaintive moan. Mike continued to fuck her, as I slipped another piece of chocolate into her mouth.

Mike came soon after, and I did not waste any time taking his place on top of Yvette’s soft fat body. Her belly was amazingly soft and supple, like a water bed, yielding with my every movement. Her hot wet pussy was still incredibly tight even after being freshly fucked.

I fucked Yvette for a while, and she started to whimper and moan again. But I could see she was getting tired of holding her legs apart for me, so I pulled out of her and patted her on the hip.

“Turn around, sweetheart,” – I said.

“Are you gonna fuck me piggy style?” – she asked coyly as she got on all fours, her belly hanging down so that there was no gap between her body and the bed anywhere, and presented her huge white dimpled ass to my eager hands.

“Piggy style?” – I asked.

“It’s like doggy style only I am eating,” – she replied, using the pause to drink some Coke.

I signaled to Mike who immediately left and came back with a bowl full of grapes, just as I slid my dick into Yvette’s fat, hot, squishy pussy from behind and started fucking her, slowly and steadily, enjoying the way her ass jiggled and wobbled right in front of me, and giving it a gentle slap now and then. Mike got to the other side of bed, and started feeding Yvette plump, sweet, juicy grapes. She ate them one by one, moaning with pleasure as I started to fuck her hard and fast, her ass fat jumping and rippling, as if it was filled with thick warm cream. Yvette started screaming, arching her back, but then her screams got muffled: Mike got bored feeding her grapes and had given her his dick to suck instead. The lovely fatty did not seem to mind that, and so we continued to take her until she came for the third time today; then we traded places.

The rest of the day was a blissful blur: Yvette needed a little rest, so we let her just lay there and stroked her belly for about an hour, then we ordered some Chinese and fed her again, then I got so horny watching Yvette eat that I could not control myself and fucked her right there and then, bending the fat beauty over the table as she was finishing her sesame chicken. Then we went to bed again, Yvette sucking my dick as Mike finger-fucked her, then sucking Mike’s as I played with her fat and licked her pussy, then riding Mike as I was stroking and squeezing her belly and feeding her more grapes. Then we ordered a pizza and watched a movie, then went back to bed and made out some more. Then we went to sleep, all three of us on the same bed.

I awoke to the shaking of the bed and Yvette’s moans next to me: it seemed that Mike woke up first with a raging hard-on, and decided to fuck our lovely fat girl while she was still asleep. I left them to it and went to the kitchen to make scrambled eggs with sausage, cheese and tomatoes.

“I have to go, guys,” – said Yvette regretfully as she finished a third helping of the breakfast. She was sitting there, clean and fresh out of the shower, wearing my largest towel wrapped around her.

“That is such a pity,” – Mike stroked her bare shoulder.

“Yes, I know,” – she smiled prettily, – “but I am going to leave you guys my phone number. You should really come over and maybe meet my roommates.”

“What I would really like to do,” – I leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, – “is take you to the bedroom and fuck you just one more time. May I?”

Yvette blushed. I suspected that she did not cum this morning with Mike, and it looked like I was right – my gorgeous fat beauty was still horny.

“A man that can cook such a breakfast,” – she said demurely, lowering her eyes and giving me a little smile, – “may do whatever he wants with me.”

“You guys have fun,” – said Mike, – I have to write some emails.

I took Yvette by her small, warm, plump hand and led the girl to my bedroom. Doing whatever I want with her sounded like so much fun.

THE END.

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I am a fairly normal guy except for I have a problem. Ever since I was a teen, I have cum very quickly. It doesn’t matter if I was masturbating, getting a hand job, blowjob or sex. If there is constant stimulation, the longest I have gone before cumming is 4 minutes and most of the time it is 1 1/2 minutes. As you can imagine, this has caused a lot of embarrassment and humiliation in my life. Below I will share with you my relationships and what has happened. The bad part about this is, I have a thick cock that is 7 1/2″ long and women seem to love it until I cum too quickly.

Before I was 19, I had been with a few girls. These relationships consisted of mutual masturbation and oral. Of course I usually came quickly but luckily the girls were very inexperienced. 2 were very excited they got me off so quick but one made a comment about how I would please her with my cock if I came so quick. I said, that I was sure I would last longer when we finally had sex. We did start to have sex one night and I was so excited that I came before even putting it in her. She broke up with me the next day and she made a point of calling me when she first had sex a week after we broke up. She told me that her new boyfriend could last 15 minutes during a blowjob and still fuck her. She made point of telling a lot of girls at school about my problem and I didn’t get many dates after that.

My first sexual relationship with intercourse was at 19 and I was in college. It was with a 20 year old girl named Susie. I felt very lucky to be with such a hot woman. The first couple of times we had sex I came in less than 2 minutes. She was very frustrated the last time and told me to lick her. I said no way I would lick her unless she cleaned up and she told me that I had better lick her now or else she would tell everyone. I went down on her and licked her until she came. As she ground on my face, I felt my cum running between my lips. I was actually turned on by what I was doing. When I was done I made a mistake and confided feriköy escort in her that I liked it. She said that’s gross that you like it, I was trying to punish you but at least you have a talented tongue.

She loved me eating her after cumming too quick and it became a regular occurrence for us. I always came quickly so she used my mouth and tongue to get off. I usually got so excited that I was hard again by the end of licking her that sometimes we would do the fuck and then lick cum again.

About 3 weeks later we were at a party and by 11pm we all very drunk and everyone was gone but myself and 6 girls. I was sitting there and she blurts out to her girlfriends that I cum in under a minute. I tried to correct her but realized I wasn’t making things better for myself. Then Susie proceeds to tell them how she made me lick her after filling her with cum and Lauren says “you made him eat his own creampie” and they laugh. Susie then says that is not the best part. The best part is he said he liked it. As I blushed deep red, she said yes he liked it and I am sure he wants more.

Susie said “Marty, come with me and make another creampie.” We went back to a bedroom at her friend’s house and I came in about 2 minutes. She straddled my face making sure that her cum and mine was in my mouth and all over my face. She told me to leave the cum on and quickly get dressed. I did and we went back out so she could show her girlfriends I really eat my own cum. They all looked close seeing the globs of cum on my face and one even smelled it and said “Yep, that is sure his cum on his own face”. I was beat red but my shorts were tented with my hard on from enjoying the humiliation. They all noticed my hard cock and Lauren wanted to see if she could make me cum with a lap dance. Susie agreed and Lauren gave me a very close and grinding lap dance. I came again in under a minute spurting in my shorts and even out the leg of the shorts and on the ground. They were kayaşehir escort all laughing as Lauren made me lick a glob of cum hanging on her thigh and then she scooped the one glob on the ground and fed it too me. I was starting to enjoy being humiliated.

About 2 weeks later, we were enjoying our relationship so much that Susie moved into my apartment so we could enjoy our time together even more. After she moved in we had a small party for her close girlfriends and I was supposed to be scarce. My friends cancelled plans and I agreed to stay in the bedroom playing video games while they partied in the living room. After about 2 hours, I could tell they were pretty drunk. The door burst open and in came all the girls. They said they wanted to see me eat my own cum and Susie volunteered to let them watch but no one wanted to actually see me eat it out their friend. Janet decided that I could cum on my own face. I was confused until Janet demonstrated a position up against the headboard where my cock was over my face. They were all very excited so I striped and agreed. I propped myself up and started jerking while they all gathered around. I noticed that my cock head was close to my mouth and I just sort of naturally licked it. They let out a collective gasp. Right then I started to cum and opened my mouth. It was a huge load that filled my mouth and was all over my face and hair. The girls were all laughing as I swallowed and scooped the rest into my mouth. Susie kissed me as they left the room laughing and giggling about what a cm slut I was.

A month later, we were out with other Lauren and a few other friends at a club and they started talking about the quick cummer. Most couldn’t believe it and the boyfriends even offered to help Susie out. We were out dancing and Susie decided to have fun with me. She and 2 other girls dirty danced with me. There was a lot of grinding and before I knew it I was cumming in my pants. They laughed and I headed yenibosna escort to the bathroom to clean up. I came back out and Susie was dirty dancing with 4 or 5 different guys. I went back to the table to order a drink and enjoy my sexy girl out there dancing. I was shocked when she started making out with one guy during a particularly nasty dance. I could tell she was drunk when she came back to the table and I was too. She said honey, I love you but could I take home Grant with us. He has a nice cock, tells me that he lasts 20 minutes and doesn’t mind you watching. I instantly agreed and the tent in my pants was proof I wanted it.

We walked home and they were making out the whole way. By the time we were in our door they were naked and she was sucking his 8″ cock. I was in awe as she sucked him for 10 minutes and then they fucked in different positions for 20 minutes. She came 3 times before he finally grunted and filled her with cum. She climbed off and told me to come over and clean her up and Grant said “That’s sick, I am out of here” and he left. I dove in and licked up a huge load of sweet tasting cum. She came twice more before she told me to fuck her. I did and came in 2 minutes. I cleaned her up once again and made her cum before we both passed out.

In the morning she said she enjoyed humiliating me the night before and making me eat Grant’s cum. I had once again enjoyed our fun. She told me that Lauren wanted to experience my tongue but only after her boyfriend filled her with cum. I agreed wanting to get a closer taste of that hairy pussy of hers.

They set it up to where we were over at their place and Lauren would get horny. We were all drinking and Lauren and Jeff went back to the room to fuck. While they were back there for about 20 minutes, I licked Susie to 3 orgasms in the living room. Shortly after we straightened up, Jeff came out and said he was heading out for some more beer. As soon as he left, Susie led me in to the bedroom. I instantly dove in between Lauren’s legs. I enjoyed her scent, the taste of her and Jeff and her matted wet pussy hair. Jeff’s cum was a little more bitter but still nice. I licked her for 5 minutes and 2 quick orgasms before she said we better get cleaned up. Later Susie told me that Lauren really enjoyed having a guy lick her clean after being fucked.

More to come in part 2

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