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Having enjoyed the last time they had a dirty night away so much, Brooke decided to plan another tease till night of power and control.

All checked in and both showered and dressed. It was time to head for a few drinks on the roof top bar before dinner.

They sat and relaxed looking at each other. Minds all over the place but the thoughts of what would happen when they returned to the room were never far away!!

She was wearing his favour jeans with the rips, jeans that made her ass look amazing!! She was also wearing new black boots, boots he thought would only ever be for the bedroom!! Every step she took made him hornier!!

They went for dinner and then back to the bar in the hotel lobby. They sat and enjoyed the tunes but all he wanted to do was get back upstairs and get down and dirty.

That time came and they made good their escape!

They settled into the room sharing a loving kiss. It only served to make his cock harder than it had been all night. He wanted her to rip his clothes off but she had other ideas!!

Before too long he found himself handcuffed to the clothes rail that was in the room, unable to move, he was just in his boxer shorts, arms stretched wide open and restrained!

She then began to tease him and then told him she was going to change into something sexier and no doubt, a lot less comfortable!! What could she be going to put on he wondered. He couldn’t wait to see her. Again, she had other ideas! As well as the handcuffs, out came the blindfold. Now not only unable to move, he couldn’t see a thing. Leaving only his imagination to satisfy his dirty mind.

After what seemed like an hour he heard that sound he loves, high heels on the hard floor! See appeared to be out in the room but he couldn’t be sure as he could see or feel anything. Some 20 mins had gone by and except her heels he heard nothing!!

Then out of nowhere, he felt her breathing. His heart skipped a beat and his cock got harder and harder. He asked he what she was wearing and she replied “wouldn’t you like to know”. She saw that his cock was rock hard and was being strained by his tight boxer shorts. She started to rub her fingertip on the end of his cock just to tease him. He wriggled and squirmed and she giggled as she had all the control. I’m not sure she ever got such a reaction from him with just the tip of her finger.

Lucas was glad she appeared to be paying him some attention as he was getting so horny listening to her march around the room in her high heels. He prayed she would remove the blindfold and hoped she’d be standing there in some of her very sexy underwear.

Brooke however was taking the tease up a level. She began describing what was happening outside the window. She could see across the street to another hotel bar – but if Lucas couldn’t see a thing. There looked to be a small crowd inside, all sipping drink and relaxing in the mega comfy, velvet seats.

It was the sort of hotel bar that only couples or business men would be in, very dark and sultry, full of intrigue and opulence. Brooke then said to Lucas, “I görükle escort bayan imagine that’s the sort of bar a High Class Call Girl would be in waiting for an appointment.”

What was she thinking?? He couldn’t begin to imagine. Brooke then started to tell Lucas what was going to happen next. She told him that she, and she alone, was going to go to the bar in question. She went in to say that she would remove the blindfolded before she went, so that Lucas could see her from the hotel room, whilst handcuffed to the rail. He could do a thing to prevent the pain that would cause to his cock and balls, never mind his head.

She went to say she would order a drink and sit on one of the seats he could see from where he would be and whatever happened happens. Lucas was the type who loved that other men would check out his wife. And even better when he was within view of it. It gave him such a thrill.

Brooke removed the blindfold and stood before her husband. She had on a dress that Lucas could only dream of seeing her in. It was black, short, very revealing and he loved it. She had paired it up with a pair of his favourite heels that laced all up her legs. She had the really red lipstick on, and her hair and make up were very sexy. She was looking amazing.

“So,” Brooke said as she rubbed her hand over his boxer shorts, “what do you think?” Lucas could actually speak and just stood there with his mouth wide open. “I’ll take that silence as a compliment!”, she giggled as she headed for the door, turning the light out to ensure he could see what was going on across the road better.

It wasn’t long before his wife was in view. She approached the bar entrance and looked up to where her husband was watching. The one way glass meant she could see him, but she knew he could see her!

She went to the bar and ordered a cocktail, and made herself comfortable at the very table she wanted. The waiter brought her drink over and couldn’t help but take peep down her dress. She knew exactly what he was doing. Brooke sat for a while enjoying her cocktail and the thought of what Lucas was going through. She caught a few men checking her out and even gave a flirty look back to one man, who was with his own wife.

Lucas then saw movement across the street. What was she going to do. Then she left the bar and after what seemed like an age, she returned to the room. She check on Lucas’s hard on to make sure it was ok. And then told him about the fun she had had in the bar.

Lucas thought the time had come for him to get his hands free. All he wanted was to be free so he could make a move on his wife. But Brooke again had her own idea. “I’m going to leave you there for a bit longer, I want to enjoy the view, touch myself and see what happens!”

“Please let me out, I want you so badly!” Lucas said. Brooke replied, “I’ll decide when you get let out! In fact, you’ve seen enough for a while!” As she replaced the blindfold.

She then settled down on the bed and began playing with her rabbit vibrator. He was beside himself, totally at her mercy. She altıparmak eskort loved it, her pussy was so wet the vibrator was gliding in and out with ease.

Then Brooke started telling him what she was doing, “I’m so wet, my rabbit is sliding in and out so easily. I’m thinking about your cock. I want to put my mouth around it and suck all your cum out of it!”

Lucas was standing there unable to move, it was killing him, and that served to make both him and Brooke more horny. He listened to her every moan and groan and knew she was close. Then the volume went up and he let out a scream that he was sure the people in the room beside them would have heard! They didn’t care.

It was now time for the next phase of her teasing operation. The blindfold came off. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Lying there in front of him was the most beautiful woman on the planet, playing with her pussy and telling him how wet she was.

All he wanted was released from the handcuffs but it still wasn’t that time yet. Brooke wanted to have some fun with his cock while it was still hiding under his boxers. She knew it was rock hard by the bulge it was making and the fact he couldn’t stop her was a real turn on. For now, she owned his cock and could do whatever she wanted.

Brooke moved in close, teased him with a kiss and began to rub his cock through his boxers. He was scared that he was going to cum right there and then. Slowly she moved down his body kissing his neck and licking his nipples.

Brooke was now on her knees in front of Lucas. She loved the power that was in her hands. She loved the way he was reacting to even the slightest touch. But as much as Brooke wanted him to stay locked up, she wanted Lucas’s rock hard erect cock in her mouth and her pussy.

It was time! She slowly rubbed her fingers up his legs getting ever closer to his shorts. Then she put her hands up inside both leg holes and grabbed the waist band of his shorts before slowly taking them off. As Brooke pulled them down Lucas’s cock popped out and stood at attention Brooke sat back and knew it was all hers!!

Slowly she began to stroke it, being careful not to let him cum. She was blowing cold air on it and licking it from bottom to top before she took the whole thing in her month. He started moving back and forth and she sucked as hard ass she could. She jumped to her feet and whispered in his ear, “I love it when you fuck my mouth!”.

But now it was her turn! She told him she was going to release him but that he was to exactly what she said and nothing else. The cuffs came off and she lay back onto the bed. “Go down on me!” Brooke ordered. Lucas didn’t need to be told twice. He went down and slowly started to lick his way around her now soaking wet pussy. She didn’t take long to climax and after a few moments she came. He loves doing that to her and nearly gets more pleasure making her cum as he does cumming himself.

She rolled over on the bed and he lay down beside her. Taking a few minutes to come back down to earth, they lay there nilüfer escort motionless.

Then she wanted more cock. She reached out and realised Lucas’s cock was soft. It didn’t take much before he realised what she was doing and it started to go hard again.

They began kissing – kissing quite quickly, there was nothing romantic about it. It was obvious they both wanted more.

Brooke then spun around and climbed on top of Lucas and 69’d him. She took his cock into her mouth and slowly lowered her pussy onto his face. His mind went into overdrive. He loves the taste of her pussy juice.

She knew he was about to cum, so before he did, she jumped up and left his cock alone. As she grinded on his face Lucas struggled for breathe. Brooke grabbed his cocked and as fast as she was grinding, she began wanking Lucas. She knew he was about to cum, and she dived forward and took all his load in her mouth.

Then she took things up a level, she looked at Lucas. Her mouth full of his cum. She then moved in and slowly let it drop from her mouth to his. Then she licked up the mess on his face and they shared a loving cumkiss.

Lucas feel asleep but Brooke was far from finished. She looked at him lying there and knew she had to do something. She got up, found her rabbit and then positioned herself as close to his face as she could.

As soon as she switched it on and stuck it in her pussy, Lucas woke up. What a view he thought. As Brooke enjoyed what she was doing she saw his cock growing again.

Then she told Lucas to start stroking his cock slowly instructing him to maintain eye contact with her the whole time. “Stop!” Brooke ordered. “That’s enough for now!”.

“What!!” Lucas said with a pain in his voice that only served to two Brooke her plan was working.

She finished off herself and made him watch as she came all over her favourite toy. She put two fingers into her pussy and then inserted them into Lucas’s mouth. He loves the taste and as he was sucking her fingers she told him to start wanking himself again.

Knowing he must be close to blowing his load, Brooke moved over to the chair in the corner of the room. She bent over and stuck he ass in the air, made all the more beautiful a sight given the highest heels she was wearing.

“Come over here and fuck me.” Brooke said!! “Yes ma’am!” Was all Lucas could manage. He was melting into her control again and with that he jumped up and began to slide his cock into her wet pussy. “Harder!” shouted Brooke and Lucas gave it everything he had.

There is no doubt the neighbours heard the end result. They came together and let out a loud noise that can only be described and WOW WOW WOW

Brooke sank into the chair and had that look of one satisfied lady. They got into bed and gazed into each other’s eyes! Just before going to sleep she said slowly “I’d love to say sorry for not giving you your freedom earlier, but I’m not sorry! In fact, I enjoyed it so much we will be continuing it in the morning!” Lucas replied “Whaaat” and Brooke put her finger on his lips and said “I’m still in charge, I’ll decide what happens, when!”

Lucas went to sleep knowing he would wake up horny and with a morning glory hard on. Now he also knew he could do nothing about until Brooke woke up and instructed him what to do. As much as that was killing him he was loving it.

The next morning …

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“You told me that you had deleted them all. You promised me that nobody else would ever see them. What do I find? Not only do you still have all of our naughty photos in your Google photos, you also have photoshopped images of me that you have let other men do which make me look like a slut. How could you?”

Abby’s husband didn’t know what to say.

“And who the fuck is this Jake person who’s sending you emails and stories about me? He had better not be someone local who knows me.”

Abby started sobbing. Jim tried to console her. She pushed him away and started beating on his chest. He thought to himself that he wouldn’t have been in worse trouble if she had caught him cheating. He knew he had betrayed her and of course he wished that he hadn’t but he couldn’t help himself. Deep down he wanted her to be a hot wife who would cuckold him. He couldn’t tell her that of course, so it had found its expression in him sending revealing photos of her to strangers now and then.

Jim wished he had stopped communicating with Jake when one of the stories seemed to have elements which were close to home. The name of the pub used in the stories, The Wanderers, had made Jim think that Jake knew more about him than he was letting on. On reflection Jim realised that Jake used common names and situations that would seem to closer to the truth than they were.

He knew he had been careless with his phone. He knew he should have kept the photos zipped up or somehow password protected, and he should have logged out of his emails after reading them, but escort bayan it was too late now. A fleeting thought crossed Jim’s mind, “I hope Abby’s payback is that she really does fuck someone else.”

Jake wasn’t Jake, nor was he Ed, Charles or any of the other names he used as aliases on the net. Nor was Jake some anonymous person who lived miles from Jim and Abby. After years of surfing the web, writing stories, creating photoshopped images and the like for other people someone he knew had finally made contact. Not wanting to spook Jim, Jake had not let on he actually knew him and Abby.

Jakes wife, Louise, is a friend of Abby. Louise and Jake have an open marriage. She is fully aware that Jake has internet friends who share their wifes’ photo with him. Jake has shown her the pics of Abby sent by Jim. She is surprised Abby would pose like that.

Louise invited Abby round for a coffee. Louise brought the conversation around to naughty pics, telling Abby that Jake loves to take them of her. Abby blushed. Louise pressed Abby to tell all and slowly but surely she spilled the beans. Abby claimed she was always drunk when she posed and Jim had promised every time to delete them when the night’s fun was over. Abby told Louise that Jim had kept some and he had even let other men see them. She said she had found them and they were in a bad patch because of it. The coffee became a bottle of wine, then a second bottle. Abby’s tongue loosened as Louise steered the conversation around to their husbands’ fantasies.

“Jake would like to altıparmak escort bayan see me with another woman, preferably someone as busty as me.”

When Louise’s hand touched hers Abby realised the direction of the conversation and said “I better go now…”

Jake had been listening at the door but walked in at that point. Louise kept the conversation going, telling Abby that Jake really wanted to take some snaps of Louise with another woman.

Another wine was poured for Abby. Because she had cut Jim off from his nuptials she had also been denying herself. She liked Jake and for a moment imagined him naked and giggled. The wine was affecting her judgement. On her shoulder was a devil egging her on, that and a vague memory of Jim trying to encourage her to watch lesbian porn with him.

“Fuck it, why not?” from Abby took Jake and Louise by surprise, she added “You must promise to delete the pics though Jake, but only after you give me copies on an SD card for Jim. It can be his Christmas present.”

It was awkward at first but Louise and Abby started with a little touching. It wasn’t the first time for Louise with a woman so she took the lead. Jake snapped away merrily. Very soon the girls were in their underwear and shortly after that the aroma of aroused pussy filled the air. Sucking on each other breasts gave way to fingers in each others’ cunts. Jake tried to direct and have them pause for clear photos but they were lost in their own pleasure.

Louise knew how and where to please nilüfer eskort another woman. Abby had not had a female lover but she knew how she like to be touched and assumed Louise would enjoy the same. The bed was large but they managed to use it all. Their soixante-neuf almost became a whirlpool of activity. The wine had dulled Abby’s inhibitions but not her senses. Lou’s fingers probed her, Lou’s lips teased her and Lou’s tongue did both.

When Louise’s orgasm started she motioned Jake to hold Abby’s head to her crotch and squirmed under the pressure and pleasure, she just didn’t seem to stop coming. Abby vaguely wondered if she became the juicy when Jim licked her to a climax.

Louise was sated but the vestiges of inhibition in Abby were keeping her from having her own climax. She looked at Jake, then at Louise, who nodded, then back at Jake beckoning him climb between her legs.

Jake didn’t need asking twice, he was naked by the time he got to the bed. Louise was still kissing and caressing Abby’s breasts as Jake’s cock slid effortlessly into Abby’s cunt. Louise had primed Abby, it took but a few strokes before Abby writhed under Jake, her body not in her control.

Sanity and sobriety returning, Abby kissed Jake and Louise. She told them it must be their secret. In her hurry to get dressed and leave she forgot all about the photos Jake had been taking. Her thoughts for the few hundred yards or so to her house were about jumping in the shower and about how she had been seduced. She was determined it hadn’t been her fault but she hoped it would happen again. She wasn’t going to say a word to Jim.

Jim was unexpectedly home from work, laptop open showing what she had just been up to. Jake had put the photos and videos into a dropbox folder so Jim could download them. Jim took Abby’s hand and led her to their bedroom…

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We have been friends with coleen and Jerry for over 45 years, we have known each other since the 1970’s. We are all in our 60’s and have reached the time in our lives that we no longer have any responsibilities. We travel a lot and sometimes its just a quick overnighter. We live in Pennsylvania and often go to Atlantic city. we have 7 kids between us and they are always laughing at us because we’re always together. They even bust us about being swingers. we are not, (or were not)

Coleen is a little shy when it come to talking about sex, she talks, but no details. Her husband, me, and my husband are a little more open about it. The funny part is, when she was young, she wasn’t exactly a virgin if you know what I mean. One night after drinking a lot in the casino, and eating a couple of edibles that our kids supplied us with, we were on a roll about sex. Don said something about getting his money’s worth for the room tonight and Coleen said, “if you dont play your cards right, I’m gonna find somebody else.” We laughed.

My Husband said, “you should, he doesn’t deserve you.”

I said “you shut up or you’ll have to go find somebody else too.”

He responded, “then the four of us are going to go to bed horny tonight.”

We all laughed and kept drinking. I always wanted to get Coleen’s husband Don in bed, and have thought about my husband in bed with Coleen. A real spouse swap. Now being very high and drunk I blurted out, “am I the only one who has ever given real thought about this swingers thing?” All I saw were six eyes staring back at me.

Coleen said, “yup, I have, but me being the good girl I am, it’s only been a fantasy.”

Well now we were on a road to possibility, so I looked at my husband and said, “well, have you?” He just nodded his head. We all turned and looked at Don.

He just put his hand to his face and said, “how did we get on this subject?

I said, “No no, you have to answer like we all did, be honest, have you ever thought about being with me?” Again he just nodded like my husband Larry did. I looked around and asked, “are we all serious, could this really happen? could we do this and still remain friends?” Everybody had that (sure,why not look), so I said, “let do it.”

We all agreed to do it tonight and to never speak of it again, not to each other, our spouses, or anyone else. We took our opposite partners and went to our rooms. We went to the girls rooms so we would have our “things”. I opened gorukle escort the door and went inside with Don. Now understand, were not 20 something models, were all in our 60’s and a little overweight. I am very short, 5’1″ tall and I weigh 155lbs. Don is about 6′ tall and about 225 lbs. our spouses are give or take the same.

I looked at Don and said, “now what?”

He smiled and said, “Relax and lets just take it a step at a time, why dont we just strip down to our underwear and get a little more comfortable.” I told him ok and we both started to strip to our underwear. We have all been to the beach together a million times, so in our underwear, we wont see too much more than that. When I was wearing only my panties and bra, Don was wearing only his breifs. I have to say, he did look pretty good and the bulge in front looked pretty impressive too. I have a very big chest, so Don was getting a pretty good look at my tits even before I took them out.

Don said, “I’ll strip down first and crawl in bed so you feel more comfortable, is that good?” I nodded my head and sat there while he dropped his briefs.

Out came his cock which was already getting hard and all I could say was, “Wow, that’s impressive.” He just smiled and walked to the bed, but instead of crawling under the covers, he laid right on top so I could get a really nice look. I stood up, took off my bra and let my very big tits out for the world to see, or at least for Don to see. I also put my thumbs into my panties and pulled them off as well. I walked to the bed, made a complete turn and said, “thats it, take it or leave it.” He laughed and patted the bed to have me lay down.

As I got into bed, I reached in my drawer and grabbed my oil. I looked at Don and asked if he would like a “dick massage” which is what my husband calls a hand job. He said he would love a “dick massage” and laid flat on his back. I love rubbing my husband’s cock, I’m pretty good at it too. I grabbed Don’s cock and instantly knew he was much thicker and a little longer than Larry.

After a few minutes of stroking he said, “time to stop before you make me cum. Turn over on your stomach.” I did as I was told and before I knew what was happening, he was massaging my ass, and both holes. All I could do was to grind his hand as he reached under and got to my clit. His finger made a couple little dips into my pussy, but then right out and back to my massage. I couldn’t believe I was letting altıparmak eskort bayan my closest male friend whom I’ve known for years, play with my ass and pussy. Don said, ” why don’t you get on all fours and we can do what we have always wanted to do.

Since I was already on my stomach, I just pushed myself up on my hands and knees. Don positioned himself behind me and gently pushed his cock into me. It instantly felt different than Larry, Don was thick and long. It took me a minute to get comfortable, but when I did, I felt every inch of his cock. He was so thick, I could feel all the veins with my lips. He started slow and easy, but kept picking up the pace and I was right there with him, enjoying every thrust.

I told him to come out and when he did, I got up and knelt on the chair next to the bed. He came behind me and entered me again, but this time, he slid right in and it felt wonderful. After enjoying my ride I spun around, sat in the chair and put Joe’s cock in my mouth. I reached behind and put my hands on his ass and pulled him in so I could swallow him deeper. I’m very good at sucking, and he was enjoying every minute. As I was sucking his cock, all I could think about was Don eating my pussy. I love when Larry eats me, and sometimes I squirt and I feel embarrassed, but Larry always tells me it turns him on like nothing else. I was hoping that if Don was going to eat me, that I wouldn’t cum all over him.

Don looked down at me and asked, “do you like to play with your pussy? do you have any toys we can play with?” I made a very sloppy sound as I took him out of my mouth and told him that I did. I walked over to my drawer and pulled out a nice sized dildo and my vibrator. I told Don to sit in that chair and just watch. I turned my vibrator on high and put it directly on my clit. It was amazing. My childhood male friend, and my best friends husband was watching me play with myself. Believe me, it’s was a very big turn on.

He was watching me with complete lust in his eyes while he was stroking himself. I looked at him and when we made eye contact I said, “you look like you’re enjoying watching me play with myself, and as soon as I have an orgasm, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of myself with this dildo too.” He didn’t say a word, but he was stroking faster and harder than before. A minute later, I had a great orgasm. I said, “Ok, now it’s time to keep my promise because I just gave myself nilüfer eskort bayan a great orgasm.” And with that I grabbed my dildo, put some oil on it and buried it in my pussy. I was going at it fast and deep and Joe was enjoying every thrust.

A little while later he stood up and said, “dont stop, keep fucking that dildo.” then he crawled on the bed, took the dildo out of my hand, and he started fucking me with it. He was laying on his stomach with his head between my legs. After a minute of banging me with my dildo, he pulled it out and buried his face in my pussy. He ate me better than Larry ever did. His tongue was all over me, he was licking my clit, putting his tongue in my pussy and licking my asshole. It was amazing!

I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t, I came as he was eating me. As I got wetter and wetter, the sound of him eating me was getting louder and louder. He lifted his head and said, “keep cuming, the wetter your pussy the better,” and with that, he stuck his tongue right into my pussy and tongue fucked me for 5 straight minutes. Needless to say, I came a few more times all over his face. I decided I needed him to fuck me again, so I told him to lay on his back.

When he did, I climbed on top and sat right on his cock. As I grinded my way to another orgasm, I took his hands and put them on my tits. He played with my nipples and occasionally sucked them. At one point he told me he could feel my juices rolling down his hips. I asked him if he was bragging or complaining, he laughed and said, “bragging, you’re cuming like a fountain and it’s because of my dick.” I told him he was right and started to grind him as hard as I could, I came again instantly.

My pussy was on fire so I climbed off and layed next to him. He gave me a minute then layed on top of me and put that monster back inside, oh it felt amazing. He held my legs up and apart and pounded the shit out of me. I told him to cum, but to make sure he came on my belly and tits. A few deep, hard pumps later, he shot a huge load all over me. My belly, and tits were covered in his cum. I never saw a load like that from Larry, never! We decided to shower together to finish out the night.

When we climbed in the shower I noticed there was a chair in there, so I sat down and told him to shower first. He started showering and I started playing again. When he turned and saw my hand between my legs, he instantly got hard again. Well needless to say, the shower took a little longer than anticipated. You cant have a hard cock inches away from your face while your masturbating and not put it in your mouth, you just cant. part 2 will be coleen’s version of that night and from what she told me,(even though we weren’t supposed to talk about it) It was crazy. stay tuned.

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“I can’t do this,” I said as I turned away from him.

It was six in the evening and I was stood in a dingy looking hotel room barely two feet from a man I hadn’t seen in years. I was wearing a black, backless dress that hugged my figure and stopped just below my hips.

“Then why come?” He asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore. It’s been twenty years!”

Johnny sighed and shook his head. “I remember what it was like, I think about it all the time. I think about you all the time, and seeing you now just makes me want you more.”

I took a step back. It had been so long and we hadn’t said a word to each other. This was only the second time I’d seen him in in what felt like a lifetime.

“I’m married, and he’s a good man,” I said.

“I am as well, but I can’t help it Sophie. I need you,” Johnny said. He was touching my shoulders now, spreading warmth through my entire body.

“Please,” I whispered and shrugged his arms off me. “Just let me go.”

Johnny looked hurt as I stepped way from him intil my bare back was pressed against the cold hotel door. I was aching inside. I didn’t want to leave but being here, seeing him, wanting him, felt wrong.

A few seconds passed and we stared into each others eyes, then like a magnet we were drawn to each other kissing and groaning. Our mouths worked each other like machines as I furiously grabbed the buttons of his shirt and ripped them open. My insides ached with a longing I hadn’t felt in years. My legs felt like jelly as he tugged at my dress, causing it to drop to the floor at my feet. I kicked it to the side with my long, killer heels.

We left a trail of clothes around the room. My bra was slung across the floor into the bathroom escort bayan bursa exposing perky boots to the open. His hands pinched my already hard nipples as we continued to kiss each other hungrily. My underwear slid over my smooth things, down my calves and onto the floor.

Before I could stop what was happening I was on the bed, laying flat and naked apart from my heels. Johnny sucked my left nipple sending sparks across my skin, then kissed the toned skin of my stomach and worked his way down to the area between my legs.

“Oh god,” i hissed and he placed his hands on my knees and parted my legs. I was wet and throbbing down there. He kissed the inside of my right thigh, then ran his tongue along my skin moving closer and closer to the spot I was longing for him to suck.

I breathed in a sharp short intake of air as he was finally there. His tongue instantly found the spot, the spot I needed him in, causing me to cry out with pleasure.

“Please,” I whispered and gripped the back of his head with my hands. “Please!”

His tongue slid upwards over my throbbing clit. I cried out and arched my back.

“Yessss,” I gasped as heat began to build between my legs and spread upwards. My legs started to shake as i knew what was about to happen. It wouldnt be long, a few more seconds.

Johnny groaned into my pussy as his tongue circled around and around my clit sending me into a frenzy. It was as if I couldn’t control myself. My arms started to thrash around, my back arched then relaxed over and over, my legs twitched and jerked as his tongue relentlessly pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

“I need to cum!” I felt my insides explode. My skin crackled with Ecstasy, and my mouth erupted bursa sinirsiz eskort in a long high pitched scream. I gripped the back of his head as waves of pleasure shuddered through every part of my naked body. Even my bones felt alive with a fire I hadn’t felt was possible.

Johnny’s tongue flicked my clit over and over until I suddenly went limp and silent. The only sound I made was long rasping breaths of air now as I kept my eyes shut savouring every single second of pleasure I could.

“Ready?” He asked.

I hadn’t realised he was on top of me now. Our warm skin rubbed against each other as he positioned himself just right.

I smiled. “I need you inside me.”

“I need you too,” he replied.

I could wait. I wanted him. I needed him to fill me completely. All doubts about him had disappeared. There was only one thing I could think about and that was him filling me with his hard cock.

“Make me scream,” I hissed. “Violate me!”

My last word turned into a cry of pleasure as he was finally inside me, fucking me deep and hard. His first thrust opened my pussy wide as he pushed forwards, diving as deep as he could between my legs.

He groaned as he pulled back out of me then instantly thrust back in. Every inch of his hard cock filled me completely sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body.

I gripped his back as he locked his lips on mine and proceeded to pound into me with a desperate longing. As his strokes got faster, and harder my cries got louder and louder until I could barely breath. All I could do was lay there, with my legs spread as wide as they could and this man I had been lusting for since the first time we’d met escort bayan fucking me with every inch he had.

“Oh god yes,” I squealed. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!”

Johnny lifted himself up, pulled my body to the edge of the bed and stood up. His hands wrapped around my hips, holding me in place and like a piston, he thrust backwards and forwards, slamming his hard cock deep into my little cunt.

I was screaming now, and writhing beneath him. Every thrust sent me closer to orgasm. I dug my nails into the soft flesh of his backside, pulling him inside me, wanting so desperately for him to fill my little hole with his hot load.

“Fill me up baby!” I shouted. I wanted him to explode in me. I needed his cum inside me as deepness it would go.

Within seconds I got everything I wished for. I felt his cooked thicken and elongate inside me as I stiffened and jerked.

“I’m fucking cumming,” “I squealed. “Oh yes I’m Cumming on your cock!”

I Felt the warmth of his load spurt up inside me causing me to let out another long scream as his warmth spread across my entire body. As he filled me my body twitched and jerked into its second orgasm of the night. At first I didn’t think it was going to end. Waves and waves of pleasure washed through me as Johnny fucked me relentlessly until he finally slowed to a stop and we collaped onto each other.

We lay in silence, breathing heavy and hard. When he finally slid out of me a hot load of his cum gushed out from my slit onto the bed with a slurp.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned then sat up.

“I have needed that for years,” he smiled and plonked himself down on the bed next to me.

“I dont think I’ve every orgasmed harder,” I replied and placed a hand on his naked thigh. “We aren’t going to tell anyone though are we?”

Johnny shook his head. “Hell no, not if we wanna do this again.”

“Again?” I opened my eyes and looked at him in shock.

“I mean, if you want to?”

I hesitated for a second, then nodded. Yes, again. How could I resist?

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NOTE: This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are purely a figment of my own imagination and any likeness they bear to any actual persons is entirely coincidental and unintended.

NOTE 2: This is my first ever submission of any kind to any website ever and I hope that you enjoy it. I would LOVE positive and encouraging feedback. Of course, this is the internet, so it will not be surprising in the slightest if some of the feedback is less than helpful or encouraging… just don’t expect me to read it or care about it if you post something nasty.

Note 3: This story contains adult themes (duh) including graphic descriptions of sex between two consenting women who, although entirely fictional, are over the age of 18. Some of the acts depicted herein may be offensive to some readers or may be seen by some as vulgar. If you are offended by anything in this story, just bear in mind that no one is making you read this.

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She lay back in the warm grass, stretching her arms above her head. Her body lengthened on the ground momentarily before she curled her legs up and swung them over to one side, twisting her spine like a supple serpent… first one side, then the other. Her eyes were shut tight against the June sun. With a contented groan, she flattened out against the ground, folding her hands behind her head and leaving her legs slightly spread. She didn’t look at me once, but I knew instinctively, despite my lack of worldly experience, that this display was meant for me.

Kelly was older than me by two years and sort of a cousin. She was the daughter of my uncle’s second wife so, although we weren’t related by blood, we treated each other as if we were. They lived nearby, so we attended the same schools and saw each other at every family gathering.

I had looked up to her for years. She seemed so cool and so wild and uninhibited, while I was always timid and cautious. My best friend describes me as shy and I guess that’s true, but I always thought of myself more as an observer. When my friends would go out to a party or school event, I always went along with them, and I had a great time watching them act crazy. I wasn’t just sitting in a corner being shy. At least I didn’t think so.

But Kelly had a special kind of confidence. She had a rebellious edge, but it was backed up by her intelligence and ability. She would come home with a tattoo or some wild new hair style and she never had to care what anyone thought because she got top grades and was co-captain of her field hockey team. Everyone adored her; her teachers, her classmates, her boss at the pizza place where she worked… whenever she did something crazy, they all just shook their heads and said, “Well, that’s Kelly.” It seemed like she could do anything and how I wished I could be like her.

And then she went away to college. She had been accepted to the local university with a partial scholarship, but that was too ordinary for Kelly. She went away to some school in Europe instead and, for the first two years, she didn’t even come home much on breaks. Instead she ran all over the world. Her FB page would go silent for weeks and then she’d pop up with photos of her riding a camel or lounging on some exotic beach. Back here in Ohio, life got very dull for all of us after she was gone. It was like she took everyone’s spirit with her when she left. I would lay awake at night, sometimes in the middle of winter when it was cold and grey and dreary for weeks at a time, and imagine what it would be like to be with her, to live like she did.

Then, I graduated. My senior year was supposed to be this fantastic time – the best year of my life. At least that’s what grown-ups kept telling me. But it just didn’t live up to all of the hype. It couldn’t. All those forced events – homecoming, prom, grad night – there was so much pressure to make them magical, that they just ended up being stressful letdowns. My prom date was a nice enough guy, and he was a perfect gentleman, but we didn’t really know each other that well. We went together because our friends were all going, but it got very awkward whenever we were left alone together. It was obvious that there was no spark between us, so we spent the evening mostly avoiding each other.

That was how it usually was with me and boys. I would go to the movies and see these amazing guys with these amazing hot bodies on the screen, and I would make all of these hot, sexy fantasies about them. Then I would see these guys I knew in real life and there was just… nothing. It’s like I was attracted to a romanticized idea, but not real people. I would convince myself that I was just too busy and too stressed to deal with something frivolous like a boyfriend. My SAT score wasn’t as high as I wanted and my grades had slipped a little since I had started working part-time and, as a result, I only got accepted to one of the three colleges I applied to, and even that was conditional. That meant that, while everyone bursa sınırsız escort I knew was slacking off and skipping class, I had to keep my nose to the grindstone. I had started losing touch with my friends before we even finished high school, and I was becoming more withdrawn and lonely.

I think my parents felt bad for me and they were really awesome at encouraging and supporting me. After graduation, they announced that we were all going to go on a big camping trip and that they had a special surprise for me. I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I had outgrown camping when I was about 12 and that, what I really wanted was a trip to the beach somewhere – Panama City, Key West.. someplace cool like that… like my friends were doing. But I put my best face on and went along with them. I didn’t want them to think that I was ungrateful.

“Camping” turned out to be at this exclusive resort in the mountains in Western Pennsylvania. Our “tents” were these fabulous private cabins and we had a view of this crystal clear mountain lake. It was beautiful. My parents booked us for two weeks and I had my own cabin to myself. It was very luxurious, except for one detail: there was no wifi and cell service was almost non-existent. I had no choice but to actually enjoy where I was.

I got my special surprise on the third day. Uncle Bill and his family arrived, and Kelly was with them! I hadn’t seen her in two years and I almost cried when she burst into my cabin unexpectedly, threw her duffle bag on the bed I wasn’t using and screamed, “Whaddup, Loser!” I flew into her arms and gave her a huge hug. I had a thousand questions for her and I wanted to see all of her pictures and hear every detail of every part of her life. For the next two days, I followed her around like an eager little puppy, hanging on her every word and worshipping her in every way.

The second night she was there, we stayed awake until past two in the morning just talking and giggling and drinking the vodka she’d smuggled into the resort. I was (and still am) something of a lightweight and it didn’t take many drinks before I was giddy and stupid. I started asking her about all the hot European guys she must have had following around and I wanted to know how many she had sampled. I remember she got this huge grin on her face and said, “Hot guys? Hot girls? Kiddo, I’ve sampled them all and let me tell you, they are delicious!”

I wasn’t even shocked. I’m no prude and of course Kelly would have tried everything. It was Kelly. She was crazy and beautiful and she could choose whoever she wanted whenever she wanted. Wherever she went, people just wanted to be close to her; to be near her and to be with her. As she told me stories about wild nights in European dance clubs, I realized that I was getting jealous. I wanted to be close to her and to be with her and it was other people who were getting to have her, not me.

I’m not sure when I fell asleep, but I woke up feeling very foolish. Had I actually tried to hit on my cousin, or was it all in my mind? Did she know what I was thinking? Would she be weirded out by me? I had never ever had thoughts about sex with girls before. A friend of mine and I had kissed at a party once on a dare and it wasn’t bad. I wasn’t grossed out. But I had no attraction to her and it didn’t feel sexy in the slightest. I liked boys, not girls. It was just Kelly. It was just the effect she had on everyone and the vodka and the late night and her exciting stories had just made me stupid. There, in the crisp, clear light of the morning, I felt like an idiot. I was ashamed.

Thankfully, Kelly had gotten up before me and had gone out somewhere. I ducked into the bathroom and started a hot shower. Another great feature of the luxury resort was that the hot water never ran out. After washing, I just stood there in the steam and tried to get my head refocused. I was NOT going to be the doofy little puppy around Kelly today. I was eighteen! I was an adult. I was going to be starting college in a few weeks. I didn’t have to act like a little girl with stars in her eyes. Kelly was cool and beautiful, but I was cool, too! I may not have been beautiful, but I had a nice, athletic body and I got noticed sometimes, too. No, today I was going to act perfectly normal.

I had bucked up my self-confidence and I was now ready to face the world. I reached to turn off the water when the bathroom door burst open and Kelly came waltzing in. “Keep the water running, Kiddo,” She announced loudly. Through the glass door, I could just make out her form as she peeled off her clothes and put her hair up with a clip. Without asking, she throw open the glass door and stepped into the shower with me. “Oh my gawd!” she gasped. “That’s freezing! Turn the heat up and hand me the soap.”

I just stood there, dumbfounded. In an instance, all of my self-confidence flew out the window. Kelly’s naked body was tanned all over and tight with sinewy muscles. She was perfectly comfortable bursa üniversiteli escort in her skin and acted as if this was the most normal thing in the world. She reached past me, grabbed the soap, and began lathering herself up.

“I found this perfect place. I was out walking and I discovered that, if you go outside the fence on the far side of the lake, you can go up to the top of this hill. There is no one around for miles and it has the most awesome view of the lake and the valley. I gotta show you! We’ll go after we eat brunch with the parents.”

She then shoved me out of the water stream and turned her back to me so that she could rinse, all the while craning her neck at odd angles to prevent her hair from getting wet. Without even looking at me, she added, almost as an aside, “You got a nice body, there, Kiddo. You should be using that thang!” With that, she abruptly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing my butt in a playful squeeze as she did so. My face went beet red.

During brunch, we sat opposite each other while our parents discussed their upcoming tennis match and dinner plans. Kelly playfully flirted with me, teasing me by touching her foot to my leg under the table and giving me little smiles. All I could think was that I had actually said something foolish the night before that I couldn’t remember and that this was her way of punishing me -teasing me relentlessly. The more embarrassed I got, the more it showed on my face and the more she teased me. Our parents remained oblivious and went about their conversation as if we weren’t even there.

We went back to our cabin and changed into our bikinis and grabbed some towels and suntan lotion. She had finally stopped teasing me, but I noticed that her tone had changed toward me. She walked closer to me and her eyes met mine and held them more frequently. It felt like she was actually flirting with me now, but that couldn’t have been true. It had to be in my head. I found myself getting excited and I kept trying to hold that feeling down. I was being stupid again. Kelly just has this power over people. I needed to keep my head.

When we finally got to the hilltop, it was late morning and the sun was high overhead. She was right. There was no one around. We were completely alone and the view was every bit as amazing as she had promised. We lotioned ourselves and then did each other’s backs. I spread out my towel on the grass and lay face up, letting the hot sun caress my body. Kelly didn’t. She rolled her towel up and used it like a pillow, stretching out on the bare grass. Instead of laying next to me, she lay opposite me, so that our feet were almost touching.

After a few minutes, she removed her top, exposing her breasts to the world. She looked directly at me as she did it and said, “Come on, Kiddo! No one can see us and trust me. There is nothing better than the feeling of being naked outside.” I hesitated. That made her smile. “You shy thing!” she said. Don’t be afraid. We are totally alone here. Besides, you’ve got plenty to show off.” With that, she removed her bikini bottoms and spread her legs. “See? Nothing bad happens. Come on! Do something crazy for once!”

With her legs spread, I could see her full Monty. What struck me first was that he had a thick patch of bushy hair over her pussy. In the shower earlier, I had averted my eyes and hadn’t noticed. I mean, I’d seen a flash of hair, but I hadn’t taken it in. I guess I had expected her to be clean shaven. I was. I thought that was what the boys liked and even though there wasn’t much chance of any boys actually seeing it, it made me feel a little bit sexy knowing that I had something that they wanted. When I thought about having a bush, I imagined gross 1970’s porn stars, but Kelly’s was trimmed to fit her bikini and it drew my eyes like a magnet. I couldn’t stop staring at it.

Kelly noticed me staring and smiled broadly. She ran her fingers through her patch of hair and then snapped her legs shut tight. “If you’re not getting nakey, then there’s no more peeking,” she said in a mocking voice. Reluctantly, I took off my top, glancing around in all directions to confirm that we were indeed all alone. Kelly smiled and said, “There! Feel the glory of the sun on your skin!” With that, she laid her head back and that was that.

We stayed there for a couple of hours, just baking in the sun. We each rolled over several times and I actually dozed off for a little while. I heard her stirring and it brought me out of my light sleep. We had worked ourselves closer together somehow and now our feet were touching. I rolled over onto my back and noticed that Kelly was sitting propped up on her elbows looking me over. Her foot idly played with mine. I was still a little sleepy and sun drunk. It felt nice. Her toe traveled over my ankle and part way up my calf. I let out a little “mmmm” sound.

She lay back in the warm grass, stretching bursa anal yapan escort her arms above her head. Her body lengthened on the ground momentarily before she curled her legs up and swung them over to one side, twisting her spine like a supple serpent… first one side, then the other. Her eyes were shut tight against the June sun. With a contented groan, she flattened out against the ground, folding her hands behind her head and leaving her legs slightly spread. She didn’t look at me once, but I knew instinctively, despite my lack of worldly experience, that this display was meant for me. There was no question any more. We were here alone and naked. Us. Just the two of us. Just being together.

I didn’t know what came next. I had a warm, fuzzy glow in my head. I wanted her to come over to me. To hold me and to have our naked skin touch. I felt my pussy get wet at the thought of that and I wished that Kelly could see it. So, I finally slid off my bikini bottoms and stretched out, not very subtly, opening my legs for her to see me. I wanted her to notice that I was wet for her.

But this was Kelly and the only thing you could predict was that she would be unpredictable. She propped herself back upon her elbows and spread her legs wide, bending her knees and planting her feet on the ground. She was wide open to me and she looked me straight in the eye with a mischievous smile on her face. I was transfixed. And then… And then she peed. Without breaking eye contact and without relaxing the sly smile on her lips, her pee began to flow. A golden trickle became an arcing golden stream that shot high into the air before cascading back down across her right thigh. It splashed and left little rivulets over her skin, but still she did not break eye contact.

My jaw hung slack. I should have been grossed out. At first I thought that this was her ultimate tease – that she had intentionally gotten me worked up just to do this and embarrass me. The joke was on me and I really was the big fool. But I couldn’t look away. It was so dirty and so raw and… and what? Hot. It was hot. I didn’t care if she was just making fun of me now. The sight of that beautiful, tanned and muscled body casually letting that hot stream flow from her had me hypnotized.

When the stream finally stopped, I cringed, waiting for the merciless teasing. But it never came. Instead, Kelly just said, “Your turn.”

My head swam. “What? I can’t…” I began, but couldn’t find the words to finish.

“You can’t what?” she asked. “You can’t come out here all alone and get naked with me? You can’t show me your tits? You can’t spread your legs and show me your wet puss? What is it that you can’t do?” she asked. I had no answer. Finally, she said, “Come here, Kiddo.”

I crawled over to her and sat next to her reclining body with my knees underneath me. She reached out for my hand and I gave it to her. Our fingers intertwined and she held my hand like that silently for a minute. Then she guided it to her pussy and rested my hand on her bush. It was soaked. Soaked with pee, but also with her wetness. She looked into my eyes again and my hand began to move involuntarily. At first I explored the patch of hair… running my fingertips through it and gently tugging on the tight curls. Before long, my fingers explored lower. I ran them along the edge of her lips, over the sensitive skin on either side between her thighs and her mound. Finally, my index finger slipped into the wet gap between her lips and I could feel the full wetness of her pussy. Up and down, I slid my finger. From her clit to the soft spot below her pussy, right above her anus.

It was her turn to emit an involuntary “mmmmm” sound. “It’s your turn,” she reminded me.

“Isn’t this nice?” I asked.

“It’s divine,” she replied. But you know what I want. I didn’t think I could and I told her so. I actually did have to pee, but I couldn’t imagine being able to do it in front of anyone. I was clamped up tighter than a bank vault. But she patiently told me to squat and to relax. So I did. I squatted next to her on the grass and pushed, but nothing happened. I felt stupid and starting to get annoyed. I was about to give up when she reached over and ran her fingernails lightly over the insides of my thighs. Oh my god, that felt incredible! I forgot about trying to force myself to pee and closed my eyes in ecstasy. That’s when it happened. A little trickle came out. Just a few drops that ran out sideways and down my butt.

Kelly squealed with delight. “Yes! That’s it, baby girl!” But in my excitement, I had clamped up again. Kelly traced the line where the droplets had run over my skin. “Here,” she said, patting her own thigh. “Come up here.” She repositioned me so that I was now squatting over her waist with our pussies just inches apart. I looked down and marveled at how incredibly hot we looked together. But Kelly put her finger under my chin and lifted my head so that we were looking in each other’s eyes. “Now” was all that she said. I let go. Suddenly, I could feel my pee flowing out of me in a powerful jet. It hit her clit with its full force and Kelly’s hand immediately went to her pussy, rubbing frantically. Before my flow began to slack, she threw her head back and mouth formed a silent “O.” Her body went rigid and then she began to spasm all over.

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The dark, ebon night in which the large, yellowish-white orb of a brilliant full moon was set cast shadows over the African plain of the Serengeti, named from the Maasai word Siring, meaning “Endless Plain” or better still “The Sea of Grass on Plains.” It is a wondrous land covering 27,000 square kilometers that for the Maasai tribe, an indigenous, African, ethnic group of nomadic people who live in East Africa Kenya and northern Tanzania, is home. The Maasai people are noted for their height, tall and lean, and their distinctive customs and dress. Their name is akin to their language, Maa.

The vast grass plains are filled with lion, zebra, wildebeests, Thompson’s gazelles, hippopotamus, giraffes, baboons, and other creatures of the wild that share it, making it dangerous for one who is not familiar with the wildlife and vast grass plains.

One such person was Kelly O’Malley, a very popular high-fashion model, who had decided to take some time off to go on one of the popular photographic safaris on the Serengeti, a vacation that she had been looking forward to for months. However, Kelly now was strapped by her seatbelt into her seat in the small, private twin-engine Cessna charter plane that had taken off from Nairobi, the capital city of Kenya, for the campsite where she was to meet up with her personal guide and porters.

She was unconscious and slumped forward with her forehead resting against the back of the seat in front of her. Miraculously, Kelly was the lone survivor of the crash, both the pilot and co-pilot having been killed instantly on impact, leaving the mid and tail sections of the fuselage raised up at a steep angle.

Hours passed before the large orange ball of the sun whose image shimmered in the early morning heat began to rise above the Eastern horizon, gradually sending fingers of golden light over the mist-covered grasslands of the plains where lions roared their morning greeting to a new day and large herds of wildebeest slowly roamed as they munched the blades of tender grass. Wherever there was an occasional Acacia tree, the morning sunlight cast a shadow on the land.

When sunlight illuminated the interior of the downed plane, its filtered light fell upon the slumped body of Kelly who was just beginning to regain consciousness from having suffered a mild concussion when she hit her head against the back of the seat in front of hers. She moaned her pain as the throbbing in her head became more intense as she worked her way towards a conscious state of the reality of the new day that found her heart beating and her lungs taking in oxygen filled with the sweet smell of the grasslands.

Eventually Kelly painfully opened her eyes and found herself staring down at the floor with her vision quite hazy and out of focus. Nevertheless, slowly Kelly raised her hands that had been folded together on her head in the typical crash position but now were resting on her knees and placed them on the back of the seat in front of her. She gently pushed herself into as upright a position as she could because of the acute angle of the plane, the nose of the plane having buried itself into the ground.

“Oh, god, what happened?” Kelly moaned in a tortured, hushed voice, not really aware yet that the plane in which she was being transported from Nairobi to her base camp had crashed due to some mechanical malfunction.

As Kelly’s head gradually cleared and her memory slowly returned, she became aware of the events just before the crash. The pilot had spoken through the intercom that they were experiencing some mechanical difficulty and that to be on the safe side she should tighten her seat belt and assume the crash position with her hands resting on top of her head that she should place on her knees.

That was the last thing Kelly remembered except for the staccato sputtering of the engine before it cut out as the plane lost altitude and the pilot attempted to do a dead-stick landing. Unfortunately, because of their low altitude and the speed of the plane’s descent, the pilot was unable to make a safe landing, and the plane hit hard nose down and almost flipped over onto its top, throwing Kelly violently forward against the back of the seat in front of hers.

Now those last frantic memories came flooding back into Kelly’s consciousness, and she shivered with the fear that had gripped her when she knew the plane was going to crash and that she might be taking the last breaths of her young life, she being only twenty at the time.

Painfully Kelly unlatched her seatbelt and slowly got out of her seat next to the window that was now cracked. She stood up bent over on wobbly legs and stumbled to the cockpit where she looked inside only to find both the captain and his co-pilot slumped over their control yokes dead.

A long, silent scream echoed inside Kelly’s still throbbing head as reality hit her that she was the lone survivor of the crash and that she was now all alone somewhere in the vast African wilderness bursa escort of the plains.

Minutes passed as Kelly struggled to get control of herself, knowing that she had to do something…anything. Finally, she backed away from the cockpit and gathered what she could: the First Aid Kit, two gallons of water, and some sandwiches and snacks that were available for the flight.

Kelly then staggered up the incline of the aisle until she got to the exit door that had popped open upon impact and hung askew on its hinges. The morning heat just about overwhelmed her as she stood in the doorway, but she knew she couldn’t stay inside the plane. It was already like an oven. She, therefore, set down her meager supplies, stooped over to let down the folding steps, turned around, and gingerly climbed down to the bottom step. Standing on the bottom step with her hands holding onto the frame of the Exit door, Kelly bent over, held onto the sides of the step, and slowly let herself down until her feet touched the ground. She then straightened up, her head still throbbing painfully with each beat of her heart, and for the first time as she looked around, she saw nothing but the vast grass plains with a large herd of wildebeest in the distance grazing in the morning sunshine, totally unaware of the plane crash and the woman standing alone and bewildered. Except for the plane the only other thing Kelly saw besides the herd of wildebeests was a single Acacia tree standing as a lonely sentinel and looking like an umbrella casting its inviting shadow on the ground beneath its spreading branches.

Kelly, therefore, gingerly bent over, picked up what few supplies she had recovered from the plane, and slowly walked over to the tree where she gratefully found shade to provide some relief from the scorching heat and glare of the sun.

Backing up to the trunk of the tree, Kelly lightly pressed her back against it and carefully lowered herself to the ground. For now this was as much as she could do except for opening the First Aid Kit, hoping to find aspirin or some kind of pain reliever which she did. Kelly took four Advil with a few swallows of water, closed her eyes, and rested her head in her hands that rested on her knees.

Minutes passed into hours as the sun climbed to its afternoon zenith, and in the distance Kelly heard intermittent roars of lions that roamed the plains in search of their day’s meal, hoping beyond hope she wasn’t going to be one of them.

As the afternoon dragged on, Kelly fell asleep, and her head slumped onto her chest from shear exhaustion. She sat motionless, her head still aching slightly now that the Advil had taken effect.

Time as time does passed on oblivious to whatever was happening or to whom or what. Time was just time.

For Kelly she was unaware of time. She was lost in her sleep and the recesses of her subconscious as she slept, but from time to time she involuntarily moaned when the throbbing in her head spiked.

Kelly didn’t see the group of tall, very ebon-black women walking towards her as she slept against the trunk of the Acacia. Their hair was short; jet-black; and naturally, tightly curled as found in tribes of Eastern Africa.

Each woman wore a red, toga-like wrap-around cloth called a shukka, red being the favorite color among the Maasai. Underneath the red shukka was an undergarment piece of gold cloth. The shukka was worn leaving one shoulder bare. On their feet were simple sandals whose soles were made of pieces of motorcycle tires. There were wooden bracelets on their wrists along with bronze or copper wire bands around their upper arms. Around their necks they wore varying amounts of colorful, woven strands of beaded jewelry that plays an essential part in the ornamentation of their bodies.

Dressed as they were, their colorful dress and jewelry against their velvety, black skin made them look stunningly, statuesquely beautiful.

It was almost unheard of to find a single woman alone on the grasslands of the Serengeti, especially a white woman, but when they saw the crashed plane, they understood completely. Nevertheless, the ten Maasai women stood around Kelly in the form of a “U,” each admiring her youthful beauty; her smooth white skin; her long, silky auburn hair; her petite size; her large, full breasts pressed against her kaki shirt; and her shapely legs that were only partially covered by her matching kaki shorts.

Each stood in awe and admiration for this beautiful find of female flesh, so much so they exchanged glances one to the other as well as soft murmurs of agreement.

Having had their eye-full of admiring her beauty, one of the women, the tallest standing over six feet and most attractive, whispered to the other nine in their native Maa tongue that they should take her back to their secluded village, secluded because this particular group of women were a Maasai tribe unto itself, being comprised of only women who for various reasons had chosen to live bursa ucuz escort without the company of men. As it were these women were the equivalent to the Amazons given their height and strength of body as well as their independence from any male dominance.

Nevertheless, as with all Maasai cattle were of main importance to them, and as did the men of the other tribes, these women took pride in their own herd of cattle that were the sum of their wealth and power, and their cattle plus small herds of sheep and goats were their main source of food. Their daily subsistence included mainly milk from their cattle and meat from the sheep, but they also drank of their blood for protein that they got by shooting a small arrow into the jugular vein on the neck of a cow and catching the flowing blood into hollow gourds.

The very tall, svelte woman took her long walking stick, something each woman had that they used also in herding their cattle, and put the tip of it onto Kelly’s right shoulder and gently pushed in order to awaken her from sleep.

It took some prodding to arouse Kelly given her condition, but she finally did open her eyes, only to find she was no longer alone. Surrounding her were the group of ten Maasai women, each staring at her, consumed with the novelty of her fair complexion and singular beauty. Never before had they seen such a beautiful, foreign woman, and their stumbling upon her delighted each and every one.

Upon seeing the women, strange though they looked to her as far as their dress was concerned not to mention the height, Kelly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing she was no longer alone and lost on the seemingly never-ending grasslands.

The woman who had awakened Kelly with her walking stick said something to her, but Kelly, of course, not speaking Maa didn’t understand a word she said. Realizing this herself, the woman pointed to herself and said very slowly and distinctly the word Eng’ai (N — guy). When Kelly made no response, she repeated herself several times, each time tapping her chest and saying, “Eng’ai.”

Finally, Kelly understood the striking black woman was telling her name to her. Eng’ai.

Kelly smiled knowingly, repeating her name as best she could, “Eng’ai?” Saying it as if a question.

The leader smiled back at Kelly and shook her head “yes.” She then pointed her stick at Kelly and said something that sounded like a question, and Kelly understood that she, having given her name, wanted to know by what name she should be called.

Kelly, therefore, sounded her first name slowly, thinking that if she spoke slowly the woman would understand her.

“Kel…ley,” she said. “My name is Kel…ley.”

The leader and all the other women looked at Kelly and at one another in quizzical surprise, their ears so unaccustomed to hearing English spoken.

However, the leader attempted to repeat Kelly’s name.

“K…Kel…ley,” she mouthed deliberately. “Kel…ley.”

Kelly shook her head “yes” and repeated her name once more as she pointed to herself, “Kelly.”

The leader grinned broadly and looked around the group with great satisfaction, telling them all to say her name, and in unison each woman in her own way said, “Kelly.”

Once this initial greeting was accomplished, the leader Eng’ai, pointed at each of the other nine women and spoke their names: Yieyio (Yee-a-yeoh), Nashal (Nah-shall), Inkilani (In-key-lahnee), Oldoinyo (Ohl-dough-een-yoh), Oibor (O-ee-bohr), Olmal (Ohl-mahl), Sinyati (Sin-yah-tee), Maathi (Mah-thigh), Wangari (Won-gahr-ee).

Kelly just smiled during the introductions, knowing she’d never remember all their names, but she was sure she knew the leader’s name, Eng’ai, and that she thought was the most important name to remember.

After Eng’ai had sounded each of the tribeswoman’s name, she looked satisfied with herself, and then she pointed to two of the women, Yieyio and Olmal, and had them go over to help Kelly to her feet while Nashal and Oldoinyo picked up her few belongings, the First Aid Kit, water, and food. Eng’ai turned and led the way with the two women with Kelly falling in behind her and the rest in line.

Kelly didn’t know where they were taking her, but she knew she had no choice but to go with them, hoping that through them she’d be able to be rescued.

It must have been over an hour’s walk before the group came to their village that Kelly found out later are called kraals that are arranged in a circular fashion and are surrounded by fence made of acacia branches that have thorns on them to prevent lions from attacking the cattle. The houses are loaf-shaped and are made of mud, sticks, grass, cow dung and urine.

Eng’ai led the way to a house located in the middle of nine other houses and ushered Kelly into it while the other women went to their respective houses or to do some communal tasks. Unlike other Maasai villages where families share larger houses, each of the women bursa elit escort had her own private house or hut since none had any husbands or children.

Theirs was strictly an all-women tribe for which Kelly would soon discover to her naïve surprise and horror.

It took a few minutes for Kelly’s pupils to adjust to the dim light inside Eng’ai’s house, but when she could make out of her surroundings was that it had a dirt floor, two sleeping mats, and a few shelves attached to the walls on which were beautifully crafted gourds used to hold water, dry foods, and medicinal ointments. Near the center was a smoldering fire that was surrounded by walls of dried mud, and there was a small hole in the roof above it through which smoke was drawn to the outside.

Eng’ai soon followed Kelly into her hut after she had given instructions to the women and stood beside her. She touched her arm, and said, “Kelly,” pointing to the mat along the side of the left wall where she wanted her to go. As Kelly did as told, Eng’ai went to the other mat, propped her walking stick against the wall, and sat down on her mat, and looked across the short space that separated her and Kelly.

Kelly went inside herself, wondering what was going to happen to her. For now she was relieved that she had been found by the group of tall, black women, but at the same time since they could not communicate with one another, she didn’t know what to do or what was going to happen. In truth, besides being with the other women she was, nevertheless, trapped in a world not of silence but of lack of communication.

However, what was about to happen to her Kelly had no idea, nor could she have conceived what was in store for her now that she was singularly lost in the grasslands of the Serengeti.

While Kelly was mulling over her situation, Eng’ai studied her lovely houseguest, thinking things that were the furthest from Kelly’s mind.

At one point Kelly’s and Eng’ai’s eyes locked, Eng’ai’s deep, dark black eyes and Kelly’s sparkling, light brown eyes. Eng’ai smiled at Kelly in a strange way, and Kelly was amazed at how white Eng’ai’s teeth looked in sharp contrast to her velvety-smooth, ebon, dark skin even visible in the dim light within her hut.

Kelly still had no idea what fate had in store for her, especially since she could not communicate with the Maasai women except through hand gestures, but she made up her mind she would do the best she could to keep the favor of her hostesses since all that she saw in the compound were women. There was not a man in sight, and Kelly thought this to be quite strange.

While Eng’ai kept Kelly’s stare locked onto her, she arose and looked so tall, over six feet, to Kelly who herself was only five feet one inch tall, making her about a head shorter than the native women who had found her.

In just a couple of long strides Eng’ai stood towering over Kelly who was still seated on her mat. She motioned Kelly to stand up, a gesture Kelly understood, and so she stood up to face Eng’ai whose name she remembered.

Without saying a word, Eng’ai reached out with her hands and put them under Kelly’s large breasts that were 34D and felt their size and weight, making a sound of approval.

Kelly was caught off guard, not expecting such a forward action by Eng’ai, and instinctively she pulled back, but Eng’ai squeezed her breasts firmly with her long fingers, catching her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs and pulling on them until it hurt, so Kelly stopped trying to free her breasts from Eng’ai’s firm hold on her nipples and stood still while Eng’ai continued to feel and massage her breasts with her pliable hands.

As Eng’ai tweaked Kelly’s nipples, she could not stop responding to Eng’ai’s manipulation of them, and despite herself she felt her areolas begin to puff up and her nipples become stiff and erect. It was just a normal reaction to such a seductive touch.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” Eng’ai sighed with pleasure while playing with Kelly’s tits, pleasure Kelly herself could not ignore nor deny.

What Kelly didn’t understand was the reason Eng’ai had for caressing her breasts, but as Eng’ai continued massaging Kelly’s full, round breasts, especially her taut nipples, a rude awakening flashed through Kelly’s mind.

“I was found by women, and I’ve not seen any men around or inside the kraal,” Kelly pondered. “Only women. And now here’s Eng’ai, the leader feeling me up with complete abandonment.”

As Kelly searched for a plausible reason for this to be so, she kept coming up with the only possible conclusion: This tribe of women just might be all lesbians. That would explain Eng’ai’s interest in her breasts and the reason for her feeling her up as she was doing.

Having come to this conclusion as the only possible explanation, for the first time since having survived the plane crash, she was frightened…frightened with the reality that she was totally at the mercy of these Maasai women, each of them so much taller and stronger than she.

Eng’ai felt Kelly tremble and believed she had figured out who and what she and the other women were: Lesbians. With that thought in mind, Eng’ai licked her upper lip with her pink tongue, leaving her black skin glistening with her saliva.

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Dr. S

I go to school at a catholic university so as curriculum requires I had to take religion classes to get my degree. I had taken a break from college for a couple of years, but previously all the professors who taught the religion classes were old men and nuns. So I was not very excited to take my class, I walked into the class room the first day and there stood a tall voluptuous beautiful woman.

She was almost six feet tall with a curvy voluptuous body, long brunette hair, piercing blue eyes, and from what I could see big round firm tits. From day one I was memorized. So naturally I took interest in the class and did my best to be able to participate in the discussions. Now is when I should tell you that I grew up in a very Christian home so my knowledge about the bible is more than most college sophomore’s. This helped in class quite a bit, about a quarter into the class we she asked us to do a biography about ourselves nothing too long about two pages. This is when I carefully divulged that I was a lesbian. Obviously I had ulterior motives, but I figured that nothing would come of it and I would just be stuck fantasizing and masturbating about Dr. S.

Fall came and the hot weather subsided and it began to get quite chilly out so I figured no more skirts and low cut shirts would be worn by Dr. S, I was wrong. To save money the school does not really turn on the heat till about December, the first morning it was really cold out Dr. S came into class with a shorter skirt than usual and a white low cut shirt, with it being rather chilly in the class room I could see her hard nipples protruding through her shirt. I was instantly wet, my eyes never left her the whole lecture. After class that morning I made up some stupid excuse to talk to her in her office. I really just wanted some alone time to talk to her and possibly sniff out some curiosity that might possibly be present. So we went to her office, I asked some questions about an assignment and then we talked about ourselves sharing some personal information. At the end of our casual conversation she asked if I would be interested in tutoring another student that was doing poorly in the class. I said of course. I would anything to please Dr. S. I wanted some way into her into her intimate world and I figured tutoring another student couldn’t hurt. She said she would set up a time and since I live next to the dorms in a house they could just come to my house and the setting would be more comfortable.

Dr. S had set up the time and the student was supposed to come over at about 8pm I thought that was a bit late but I don’t usually go to bed till 11:00 so I told her that that was not big deal for me. So Thursday escort bayan of that week came I had gone through the current lesson so I was prepared to help out in any way I could. The doorbell rang at about five after 8:00 and Dr. S was standing there when I opened the door. She had on tight fitting running shorts and an exercise type v cut shirt that was light pink. Much different from what she wore to class but just as revealing. I was instantly turned on. Naturally I offered for her to come in, I was a lot surprised but I was not going to complain at that moment.

I told her to make herself comfortable and asked if she wanted anything to drink I mentioned something about having mostly beer and Dr. S said she would love a beer. So I came out of the kitchen with two beers and sat on the couch next to her and asked why she came over instead of the student I was supposed to tutor. Dr. S. said she had set up the appointment with the student but at the last moment the student had e-mailed her and said that they couldn’t make it. Since her house was on the way by she figured she would just stop by and tell me in person. Just to make conversation I asked her how she ended up teaching the religion class.

She said that she was a philosophy professor and that she had to teach this religion course because of a cut back on professors, and because I seemed to have quite a bit of knowledge about the bible she wanted to ask me some questions. I said sure why not I, was willing to answer any question she asked. I was hoping for the conversation to turn more to the personal side but she was all business with her questions.

So after about a six pack of beer each and lots of answering questions about the bible (not how I had imagined spending the evening). She finally started to ask personal questions the first of which was do you have a girlfriend? I didn’t at the time so I said no. Casually Dr. S replied I am not with anyone either. I didn’t think anything of it women often discuss these things with each other without being sexually attracted.

She then said something that completely shocked the shit out of me. She said that this was her first year teaching and that because she was busy she didn’t have time to find a boyfriend or girlfriend. I said oh, I didn’t think that you were interested in women. Dr. S replied well I have never actually been with a woman, and I have had pretty bad luck with men so my curiosity has been growing. Sorry to hear that I said, I never thought that would be a problem for you; you are a knock out as far as I am concerned.

Thank you she replied, while setting her beer on the coffee table she leaned over toward me and kissed me softly görükle escort on the lips. I think she surprised herself a little bit because she looked at her watch and said I should go it’s late. Before she had a chance to get up I grabbed her and kissed her back, I waited for a reaction and she just froze. Then I said Dr. S I have wanted to do that all semester, and I pulled her in toward me again giving her a deep, passionate kiss. Dr. S did not pull away, she melted into my arms and we kissed so hard I thought my lips were going to burst.

I was in heaven until now I had only fantasized about this moment and it was coming true. Growing bolder in our passionate lip lock I began to let my hands roam over her curvy body she moaned in approval. I pushed her down on the couch; I was on top of her with my legs in-between hers we began to grind with each other. I started to play with her nipples through her shirt her and breathing was getting heavy. I moved my hand from her nipples down the slit in her running shorts. Again she moaned this time it was a moan of pure pleasure. The slit in her shorts was wet and with her hips she was meeting the movements of my hand. I paused and broke from the kiss for a moment and told her that she was the hottest woman I had met and I had waited for this moment from the first day I saw her in class.

I moved my hand from the slit in her shorts, and gently grabbed a hand full of hair. I pulled her head back a little to expose her neck and I gently kissed her around her neck. This made her kind of squirm a little underneath me. Her hips were meeting mine in an almost frantic way. It seemed as if she had not had anyone ever giver her kind of attention.

I moved off of her so she could sit up and I took off her shirt and lay back down on top of her. I kissed my way down her stomach and back up. I removed her bra and out bounced a beautiful pair of perky DD tits with hard pink nipples I took one in my mouth working it over, while pinching and playing with the other. I switched each nipple from mouth to hand. I continued to do this until I thought she was going to go nuts. I returned to her mouth, we kissed harder than I have ever kissed anyone in my life. I moved my hand down her stomach to the top of the waist band of her running shorts. I slipped my hand in her shorts and slowly down to her wet pussy. Slowly I ran my finger up her wet lips and I met her clit. I began to stroke slow circles around it.

Dr. S. broke our kiss and moaned oooohhhh Dani eat my pussy please. Not so fast I said I want your first time to be good not fast and furious. I continued stroking slow circles around her clit. I started bursa elit escort to move a little faster, she moaned ooohhh my god Dani that feels so amazing. I slowly began to pick up the pace. Between the moans and the heavy panting I knew she was going to cum. I slowed down a little I wanted to build her orgasm. I brought her to the brink again and then I decided it was time to give Dr. S a good pussy lashing with my tongue.

I kissed my way down to her running shorts and almost tore them off I was so eager to get to her soaking pussy. Her wet aroma filled my nostrils and I became even more aroused than I already was. I kissed my way around her thighs and wet pussy teasing her as much as I thought we could both stand. I gently licked my way into her slit making my way to her clit. I took her clit into my mouth and worked it over slowly.

Dr. S tasted so good her juices were sweet, I couldn’t get enough. I picked up the pace and played with her nipples as I licked her sweet wet pussy, she began to moan louder and louder. Her breath got short and I slowed down, by now I could tell she was ready to cum, and she was ready to cum hard. I flicked her clit with my tongue feverously and it didn’t take long. Dr. S grabbed my head and pulled it into her pussy and came like a river into my mouth. I tried my best to swallow all of it but Dr. S came like she hadn’t been fucked in years.

Dr. S and I lay there a few moments catching our breath. She moved as if she were going to get up to get dressed. I stood up and said we are not done yet. I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. I laid her down on bed kissed her and said it would be bad form for me to only give you one orgasm your first time with a woman. She grinned from ear to ear and said well then show me what you got.

I went back to work on her clit moving to her wet pink hole so sweet and wet working my tongue in and out of it, and then back to her clit. While slowly flicking her clit with my tongue I put a finger into her pussy Dr. S groaned. I fucked her pussy with one finger while flicking her clit with my tongue. I worked a second finger into her pussy Dr. S moaned in approval I fucked her pussy slow. Dr. S begged me to go fuck her faster. I began to fuck her pussy faster, harder Dr. S moaned so I fucked her a little harder. I met her demands and she came again.

I however was not done I slowly worked my fingers DEEP into her pussy until I found her G spot. Dr. S went crazy. Screaming for me to fuck her, I fucked Dr. S until she came in my mouth at least eight or nine times. After I gave her the fucking of her life (up till then if I could have anything to do with it) we lay in the bed and kissed till we fell asleep in each other’s arms

A couple hours later I would guess I heard a faint beeping sound. We both woke up Dr. S woke up and kissed me passionately we started to get into another session of fucking when I looked up at the clock and said shit we are late for class!

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Sue’s First Time

or What the School Nurse Taught Me

Sue grew up in central Florida in the 1980s. Her parents divorced when she was 12 years old, which changed life much to the worse for her and her mom, who received no money, only the house from the divorce settlement. As a result, they found themselves living in a neighborhood they could no longer afford but with nowhere else to go. Sue’s mom had not worked since her marriage and had difficulty earning enough money from the part time jobs she could get. Perhaps because of the absence of a father in the home, her mom tried to compensate by increased strictness, a loving strictness, indeed, but Sue felt an absence of affection in the home. Although Sue was a fine student in school, she had trouble fitting in with the other kids. She did not have pretty clothes like the other girls and found herself pushed to the periphery of the very cliquish teenage world in which she lived.

As she entered her teens, her loneliness began to prey on her, and she began to fantasize about an ideal life where she could fit in. Often in these fantasies, there was an attractive older female, experienced and understanding, who guided Sue. These romantic schoolgirl fantasies changed a bit as Sue began to mature at 15 into a well developed young lady, much more so than the most of the girls at school. Sue was amused at the thought that she had inherited her dad’s brains and her mom’s very full figure.

Now boys began to take an interest in Sue, but she still felt awkward socially, not having pretty clothes or fitting in with the crowd. Her fantasy life began to take on a more explicit tone, focusing on strong, confident women leading and taking control of her. With her strict upbringing, this really disturbed Sue, so much so that she felt she had to talk to someone about these wild daydreams, but to whom could she talk?

She could not confide in mom; that was out of the question. The minister in her church was too straitlaced. Finally, Sue hit upon Maria, the school nurse, who might be sympathetic and discreet. At age 18, Sue was a bit heavy, 137 lbs., 5’4″ with shoulder length, very curly, reddish brown hair. But she was noticed, that was something at least. Her beautiful, naturally curling hair and her large breasts often got her plenty of attention when she walked into a room.

Sue met with Nurse Maria on bursa escort a Friday in March at the end of the school day. The 40-year-old nurse was a big woman, about 5’8″ , still single, who lived through the girls she watched over in school. She had plenty of experience helping young girls with their adolescent problems. Maria asked, “Sue, please tell me what is on your mind?”

“I’ve been having dreams, fantasies, which I can’t get out of my mind. I wonder if I should see someone, a psychologist, because it is getting hard to concentrate on my schoolwork.”

“But, Sue, you are at the top of your class. What is the matter?”

“Nurse, these dreams have been haunting me more and more. Mostly, they are romantic fantasies about being with someone who cares for me. But in the last few months, the dreams have gotten more explicit, more sexual, and it is quite uncomfortable.”

“Sue, I have been helping young girls like you for 15 years. I have heard everything, dear, so you won’t shock me. Besides, these are only dreams, not real life. So tell Maria the most disturbing thing that happens to you in the dreams. Then I can help you, and it won’t go outside this room.”

Sue felt she had to come out with it. “Nurse, lately in the fantasies the older woman has been taking control of me, making me do things that it is hard to talk about–bad, nasty, dirty things.”

“Tell, me, dear, what things!”

“I kneel before her. She is on a bed or couch. She instructs me to take off my top, then my bra. She views my nakedness. I feel sick and mortified with shame. She touches my breasts, pinches my nipples till I cry out in pain. “

“Then she lifts up her skirt and I see she is naked below the waste. She guides my head between her thighs and forces me to do a forbidden, dirty thing, something I have never done.”

“Sue, have you had sex with a boy or girl yet?”

“No, I haven’t, Nurse.”

“You have done nothing intimate yet?”

“It happened only a couple of times with an older girl last year. She graduated last year, but we didn’t go all the way. It happened a couple of times in the girls’ locker room when we were alone together.”

“Dear, if you want me to help you, you must be truthful. Give me all the details. I promise you, nothing will happen to you or your friend.”

“It was last year. The girl was Connie R. You bursa escort bayan remember her, quite tall, the captain of the girls’ volleyball team. She graduated last June. She was 18 at the time. I had a crush on her and she knew it. But I never said anything. Then last April, we happened to be alone in the locker room, both of us drying off after a shower, and she came over to me and smiled. I melted with happiness.”

“Connie took my towel away and let hers slip to the ground. She pulled me to her and pressed her body against mine. She kissed me deeply. I never felt so wonderful in my life. It was all so fast. We kissed and she fondled my breasts. I felt so happy. As we kissed, she began to touch me intimately, and partially penetrated me.”

Nurse asked, “Sue, did she take your virginity.”

Sue declared, “No, no, no! It wasn’t like that at all. I am still a virgin. It was about our feelings for each other. It happened twice more in the locker room. That was all, three times total.”

Nurse probed “Sue, did you have an orgasm with Connie?”

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t think I’ve ever had one. But it was wonderful with Connie. I will never forget it.”

Nurse smiled sympathetically, “Sue, we have made a great deal of progress, but we have only 10 minutes left in today’s appointment. We will continue this next Friday. I am sure I can help you. There is one thing, however, I am required to do by my profession, after having heard what you told me. I must examine you to determine that you are in fact still a virgin. It will take just 5 minutes, and you then can go home. Have you started to see a gynecologist yet, dear?”

“No, nurse, I have not been examined there.”

Nurse said, “Please come into the other room; take off all your things and lie back on the table, putting your feet in the stirrups. I do this all the time for the older girls in the school. It is quick and generally painless, though it might hurt a little in your case since you are still a virgin.”

Sue felt quite embarrassed to strip off her clothes. She had no idea that a heartfelt conversation would turn into an intimate physical exam. But if she wanted Nurse’s help, Sue knew she would have to get through the exam.

Sue lay on the table, quite stiff and nervous. Nurse Maria smiled a matronly, comforting smile, bursa merkez escort saying “Now, dear, in order to make this as painless as possible, I will use lubrication to minimize the friction as I insert my index finger to test your virginity. Hopefully, we will be helped by your natural lubrication.”

“Don’t be embarrassed if that happens. It is quite natural and normal for a girl or woman to become more lubricated during a vaginal exam. So just close your eyes and relax, dear.”

Sue said, “Yes, Nurse, I will do as you say. Thank you, Nurse, for helping me.”

Nurse Marie used her right hand to gently rub Sue’s vulva, her exposed virgin slit. Sue involuntarily spread her legs a bit wider to give the older woman better access to her pussy. Nurse could feel Sue’s pussy lips become engorged with blood, puffy and swollen with desire. Sue’s ass was moving around, and she was letting out a whimper, “Oh, oh, yes, Ohhhh.”

Nurse said, “Dear, you are doing very well. I will not have to use any lube after all, since you have plenty of your own.” Sue couldn’t say anything. She was focusing on the intense pleasure radiating out from her swollen cunt. She didn’t want it to stop.

Nurse slowly inserted her right index finger into Sue’s gaping hole. The girl moaned deeply, “Oh, oh, oh Nurse….” The girl’s eyes were shut, while he mouth was partially open, as she took quick, excited breaths. Nurse could feel the barrier. Sue was indeed still a virgin.

“Sue, dear, the good news is that you are still a virgin. Your sexual responses are quite normal. I just wanted to eliminate any physical symptoms before we move on next week to your psychological problems. Just lay back while I complete the physical part of the exam. It will be only a few minutes more.”

Sue could barely gasp out, “Yes, Nurse, thank you, please, yes, do what you need to do.”

Nurse’s right hand remained deep inside the girl’s throbbing cunt, while Nurse’s left hand began to knead Sue’s right breast, then pinch Sue’s erect brown nipple. Sue’s body jerked a bit off the table and she let out a low, animal whine. Nurse began pinching alternately the nipples of both breasts, harder and harder, while her right hand pumped the girl’s creaming cunt.

Then suddenly Sue’s legs stiffened, as she gave a wild cry, “Oueeeeeee…….” He legs shot forward, her torso arched up, her mouth gaped open, as her love juice flooded from her convulsing cunt.” The electric pleasure flooded her body and her brain circuits so she could not think, only feel—more intensely than she had ever felt anything. Sue knew that she wanted the pleasure never to stop; and Sue loved Nurse Maria.

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From the moment Gina strutted into the classroom, I knew she would be trouble. I also knew I had to have her.

As it happened, the day I met Gina was my very first day as a substitute teacher. I was to be teaching at St. Vincent’s, which was an all-girls Catholic school. I had been warned that the girls there were famous for being incorrigible teases, who made it their job to create as much sexual tension as possible for any male substitute who was unfortunate enough to be assigned to them. The school had made an effort to correct the situation by hiring only female substitute teachers, but what they didn’t know was that I was bisexual. Not only that, but I have a serious schoolgirl fetish; I love the way they manage to exude such raw sexuality through supposedly demure and proper outfits.

I believe that whoever designed the look of their uniforms was most certainly male. I love the way their crisp, white blouses cling to the curves of their young, perky breasts, and how the bolder temptresses constantly hike up their skirts to reveal more and more of their sexy, smooth legs. And those thigh-highs! I love the contrast between the top of the stocking and the emerging thigh, which provides an enticing clue to what lies just above.

On this particular day, I was dressed in my most “no nonsense” uniform- a perfectly pressed white blouse, black pencil skirt which ended just above my knees, and a pair of low-heeled shoes. My long, wavy brown hair was pulled back into a polished updo, and I wore only the slightest bit of makeup; jet-black eyeliner to make my gray eyes stand out, a touch of blush to give my cheeks slight colour, and pale pink lipstick. I decided against wearing any perfume, and had instead rubbed a feminine rose-scented lotion into my skin after my shower that morning.

As I breezed into the classroom with my black briefcase tucked under my arm, I thought I was ready for anything. I was determined to be entirely professional, as I didn’t want to risk losing my newly-acquired job, especially on my very first day! I knew this would take a great deal of self control, however, because I was assigned to a classroom of girls who were in their last year, i.e. 18 and completely legal. I had to resist temptation.

“Good morning girls, my name is Miss Kay,” I announced, surveying the classroom. I immediately noticed that there was an empty seat. Just as I was about to ask who was missing, an attractive young girl flounced into the room, sat down heavily in her seat, and gave me in haughty look, arms folded across her chest, as if daring me to reprimand her. I rose to the challenge.

“And your name is…?” I asked.

“Gina.”

“Gina, please go to the office and get a late slip.”

“But I’m not late!” she protested, rising from her desk and placing her hands firmly on her hips. There were muffled whispers around the room as the rest of the girls undoubtedly wondered how I was going to handle the unruly student.

“All right then” I countered, “Instead of going to the office and getting a late slip, you can stay for detention with me after school for being late bursa eskort AND giving me attitude.”

The room was silent as the girls eagerly waited for a response. I had put on a fearless face, but I was quaking inside. Not only was this girl unwavering in her effort to challenge my authority, she was absolutely stunning.

Gina had straight, shiny black hair which hung slightly below her shoulders. Her dark hair was a sharp contrast to her pale skin and light green eyes, which flickered at me with venom. Even though I was furious at her, for an instant I longed to kiss her pouty lips, which were shiny from the red lip gloss she wore. She was wearing the standard St. Vincent uniform; a cute little plaid kilt with white thigh-highs, black shoes and a white blouse. I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone (strictly against the rules!) to teasingly reveal ample cleavage.

I half expected her to storm out of the room after my last comment, but instead she sat back down in her chair in a huff, staring fixedly down into her lap, where her hands were now loosely clasped. The argument was over, and I was clearly the victor.

The rest of the day went smoothly; none of the other girls dared to cause any trouble and risk losing any of their precious social time. From time to time I would catch Gina glaring at me out of the corner of my eye, but whenever my eyes met hers, she immediately turned them away. By the time last period rolled around, I was wondering exactly what I would do with this gorgeous creature, since she would be at my mercy for as long as I chose. I knew that all the students and teachers would be rushing to get home, since it was a Friday. Even the janitors got off work early on Fridays, which meant that we would be the only ones in the school….

My thoughts were interrupted by the piercing ring of the dismissal bell; the girls gathered their belongings at lightening speed and rushed out the door, without so much as a backward look. Gina remained in her seat, although it seemed as though she had lost most of her earlier furor; she sat silently in her seat, eyes cast downwards, obediently awaiting her fate. I walked over and closed the door. I still had no idea what to do with her, but I did know that I wanted to see this sexy girl up close. I walked up to the front of the room and stood in front of the blackboard.

“Come here” I commanded. Eyes glued to the floor, she rose from her seat and came to stand in front of me. My God, she was gorgeous! Now that she was up close, I could see the tiny diamond studs in her ears and smell her vanilla perfume. For some reason, in that moment, I decided to throw caution to the wind and let my instincts guide me.

Impulsively, I reached out and tilted her chin upwards, so that she was forced to raise her eyes to stare into mine. I noticed that her chest was flushed, and her breathing suddenly heavier. Could it be that she felt the same desire as I did? As I stepped closer so that my body was within inches of hers, and the air between us hung heavily with sexual tension, I realized that she wanted me bursa bayan escort just as badly as I wanted her.

I closed the gap between us by swiftly bringing my lips to hers. I was met with a second of resistance before her lips parted and allowed my tongue to delve into her mouth. She sighed quietly as I ran my tongue over her lower lip before gently taking it between my teeth. Unexpectedly, I drew back slightly, teasing her, coaxing her into becoming slightly more aggressive. I was slightly surprised and incredibly turned on when she insistently pressed her lips to mine-hard.

Suddenly, she was the aggressor, forcefully parting my lips with her tongue to explore the inside of my mouth. Her lips left mine to trace wet kisses across my collarbone, then up my neck to again meet my lips in a passionate kiss. We kissed deeply for another few moments as I rested my hands against the small of her back. Conversely, she boldly ran her hands up and down my back and hips. But as I raised my hands to undo the top button of her blouse, she hesitated.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this…” I cut her off by placing my finger on her lips and leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Do you really want me to stop?” I asked, sliding the fingers of my left hand down to her breast and teasing her nipple through the thin material of her blouse. She moaned. “I’ll stop if you want, just say the word,” I continued, moving my hand from her breast in order to caress her taut stomach. My hand continued its descent, slipping under her kilt to run my fingers ever so softly over the material of her cotton panties, exploring the area between her legs. Her panties were soaking wet.

“No” she panted, “don’t stop. Please.” She started grinding her hips against my hand.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?” I asked. “No,” she replied coyly. I gave her a sly grin. “You’ll enjoy this, I promise. Now, take off your panties.” She did as I instructed, slipping her white cotton panties down to her ankles and gingerly stepping out of them. Not knowing what to do next, she stood awkwardly before me, hands clutching the sides of her kilt.

Slowly, I once again began unbuttoning her blouse; this time with no resistance. As each button fell open, it revealed more of her smooth, pale, flawless skin. After slowly working my way down to the last button, I pushed the blouse off of her shoulders, onto the floor, and stepped back for a moment to admire her semi-clad form. She was so damned cute in her little kilt, stockings and black shoes. From the waist up, she was clad in only a plain, cotton white bra, her nipples erect under the flimsy material.

Stepping closer to her again, I ran my tongue up from the base of her neck to her ear, where I paused to take her sensitive earlobe into my mouth. I heard her sharp intake of breath as I began to nibble on the tender earlobe. Then I began traveling down her neck, interspersing kisses with playful little bites. Before she had time to protest, I slipped my hands behind her back and quickly undid her bra. She looked slightly surprised, but bursa ucuz escort slipped the bra off her body and closed her eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” I exclaimed, drinking her in. The rosy pink of her nipples was the same shade of pink as her soft little mouth, now that all her gloss had been kissed away. Her slender form was soft and inviting, with flawless, perky breasts and softly rounded hips. I tentatively reached out to cup her right breast, which seemed to fit perfectly in my hand, ever so gently running my thumb across her nipple to gauge her reaction. She gasped with pleasure. I lightly pinched her nipple, and she gasped louder. When I leaned over and flicked at her nipple with my tongue, she groaned, prompting me to take the entire nipple into my warm mouth as she shuddered with pleasure. I gently suckled at her breast, running my tongue back and forth across her erect nipple. I was so wet by this point, I could hardly stand it. I walked over to the large, mahogany teacher’s desk, and with one finger beckoned for her to follow. She stood facing me, with her back to the desk.

“Sit on the desk” I told her. She paused, looking over her shoulder at the desk littered with papers. I gave her a shove, hard enough to catch her off guard and send her tumbling backwards onto the desk. In a flash, I was on top of her, kissing her in an impassioned frenzy. Her hands went to my ass to squeeze it hard before undoing the zipper on my skirt. As soon as my skirt was off, she was fumbling with the buttons of my blouse, fingers trembling. I smiled as she struggled to undo each tiny button. By the time she got to the last two, she was so frustrated that she yanked my blouse apart, sending buttons flying.

“You are such a naughty girl!” I purred, taken aback by her boldness, but immensely turned on. I removed the remnants of my blouse, giving her a full view of my pink satin panties and bra When Gina went to remove her kilt, I stopped her- I wanted her kilt, stockings and shoes to stay on. Gently, I pushed her back down so that she lay across the desk, and leaned over to place a soft kiss on her lips. I then worked my way down her neck, across one breast, then the other, and down her belly.

I hiked up her kilt to admire the sweet young pussy that lay underneath, wet from desire. I kissed and licked the inside of her thighs, purposefully not going where she wanted me to go; I wanted to tease her a little, make her plead for what she so badly wanted.

“Miss Kay…please..!” she finally begged, spreading her legs wider. The sight of her so hot and wet for me was all the incentive I needed. I dragged the length of my tongue over her wetness again and again, lapping at her pussy with long, languid strokes. Gina began panting heavily and making small whimpers. When my tongue touched her clit, she let out a load moan. I took her clit into my mouth, sucking it while running my tongue around it in tight little circles. Gina went crazy, tossing her head from side to side and grasping my hair tightly in her fists. Seconds later her body tensed, then exploded as she cried out in the wake of a powerful orgasm. She trembled violently as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Exhausted, her body relaxed and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

I lay beside her and brushed damp tendrils from her face. She opened her eyes and beamed at me.

“My turn…” I told her, smiling.

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3- İlk Oyun
İlk 2 hikayeyi ozanın ağzından dinlediniz bu hikayeyi ise ben anlatacağım ..

İlişkimiz başlayalı 1.5 yıl kadar olmuştu. Herşey çok güzel gidiyor, birbirimizi seviyor eğleniyorduk , daha 25 yaşında olduğumuz için ikimizde ciddi bir şeyler düşünmüyorduk. ( evlilik gibi )
Ozan çok rahat birisidir , eğlenmeyi çok sever , siyaset , tarih ve futbolu çok sever , arkadaşlarıyla içmeyi eğlenmeyi herzaman sevmiştir ve bu konuda hiçbir baskı kurmadım , o istediği zaman arkadaşları ile dışarı çıkar ben istediğim zaman arkadaşlarım ile çıkarım veya toplu olarak planlar yaparız. Çevremizde çok çift olmadığından bazen bir bara yada meyhaneye çoğunluğu ozanın erkek arkadaşlarının olduğu yada benim kız arkadaşlarımın olduğu ortamlara girer çıkarız , bu zamana kadar ne bir yanlış hareket nede kıskançlık olmuştu. Ozan kıyafetlerime karışmaz ( ben nerede nasıl giyinmem gerektiğini iyi bilirim ) , ne kadar içip içmeme bile laf etmezdi. Tek şartımız birbirimize asla yalan söylemeyecek olmamızdı.

Mayıs sonu yada haziran başları diye hatırlıyorum , ozan Cuma akşamı için erkek erkeğe meyhaneye gideceklerini söylemişti , ben hiç sorun yaratmadım bende yakın kız arkadaşım olan nergis ile kahve içmeye dışarı çıkmıştım.
Nergis devamlı olarak bu çocuğu çok rahat bıraktığımı aldatılabileceğimi söyleyip duruyor içten içe rahatsız olsam da dışarıda bakıldığında haklılık payı olduğunu fark etmiştim.
Bu konuşmanın üzerine ,
o- bizim rakılar bitti , çocuklarla manzaraya gideriz yada bara geçebiliriz
e – çok içme dikkatli ol , seni seviyorum
o- bende..
Bu benim için çok normal olsa bile bunu nergise anlatsam başım etini yiyeceğini düşünmüştüm ve hiç konuyu uzatmadım. O gece1 gibi uyudum , sabah 9 da kalktığımda ozanın 4 de eve gittiğini , akşam 1 den sonra clube gittiklerini öğrendim. Aslında bunu sorun yaratmazdım ama nergis kafamı iyice karıştırmıştı . Tek çözüm ozan ile konuşmak olduğuna karar verdim.
Ozan ile konuştum aksam şarap içmek istediğimi , northa gitmek istediğimi söyledim ozan da beni kırmadı kabul etti.
Akşam için biraz açık giyinmek ozanı biraz sinir etmek istiyordum , kısa kot etek , beyaz bir gömlek içimede siyah sütyen giydim , sütyen belli oluyordu ama bu yılın modası trasparan olduğu için herkes bu şekildeydi .
Ozan ile buluştuk , çok güzelsin dedi öptü , mekana gittik şarap içerken eli hep bacağımdaydı devamlı öpüyordu. Hiçbir şekilde kıyafetlerime laf etmediğini hatta hoşuna bile gittiğini düşündüm ama asıl önemli olan nergis ile konuştuğumuz konulardı. Ozana herşeyi anlattım , kendisi sakince dinledi ve ‘’ nergisin kendi sorunları düşünceleri beni ilgilendirmez , ben seni seviyorum , seni aldatmam , teefonum herzaman ortadadır hiçbir zaman karıştırmadın ama istediğin zaman karıştırabilirsin , arkadaşlarımı tanıyorsun ama gece club bar işleri seni rahatsız ediyorsa daha dikkat ederim ‘’ demişti. Ben aslında tatmin olmuştum ve nergisi dinlemenin hata olduğunu farketmiştim.
Akşam ozan beni eve bıraktı , saat 1 e geliyordu , annem ile babam uyumuş erkek kardeşim odasında takılıyordu , babamın viskisinden 1 bardak kendime koydum ve balkona gittim.
Ozan gerçekten hiç kıskanç değildi , aslında kıskançtı ofisden birisi bana asıldığı için çok büyük olaylar çıkarmıştı veya mekanda barda birisi asıldığında çok uzun uzun baktığında hep olaylar olmuştu ama bana oranı kapa buranı kapa gibi hiç karışması yoktu. Bu benim içinde sorun değildi ve ozanında bu hoşuna gidiyordu demek ki. Acaba ozanın sınırı neydi bu konuyu uzun uzun düşündüm ve ozana mesaj atmaya karar verdim.
E- aşkım napıyorsun
O- Manzaraya çocukların yanındayım birazdan eve kaçıcam
E- tamam aşk , yarın öğlen bira patateş yapalım ve benim 1 2 parça bir şey almam lazım . Gelirmisin benimle
O- 12 1 gibi alırım seni

Evet istediğim gibiydi herşey.

1 e doğru beni aldı malloff a gittik direk. Aklımda 2 3 parça çok açık kıyafet alıp ozanın tepkilerini ölçmek vardı. Avm leri sevmiyordum biran önce işimi halledip çıkmak istiyordum zaten ozan da hiç sevmezdi.
Zaraya girdik , 2 3 parça göbek açık üst 2 etek 2 tane de şort alıp kabine girdim. Aslında hepsi çok güzeldi ama 1 tane etek aşırı kısa 1 sort ise popomun yanaklarını bile gösteriyordu. Bunları anca tatilde giyerdim ben hatta orası için bile kısaydı. Ozana hepsi gösterdim ve çok beğendi kısaymış falan hiç tepki yoktu hatta gözlerinde ki ifadeden tahrik olduğunu bile anlamıştım.
O an geri adım atamaz hepsini alıp çıkmıştık. Yolda daha faza dayanamadım ,
E- etek ve şort aşırı kısa , çok beğendiğin için aldım ama ben nerede giyeceğim onu hayatım ?
O- aşkım tatilde giyersin , sarıyere gidiyoruz bira içmeye orda giysen nolcak ki ben yanındayım ve araba ile gidip geliyoruz ne olabilir ki
E- İnsanlar , mekanda ki ler bakıcak , sen rahatsız olmazmısın ?
O- Güzele bakmak sevaptır , ezgi biliyorum kısa ama sana yakışıyor seni onlarda görmek beni tahrik ediyor bunu laf olsun diye değil sikimi kaldırıyor , diğer insanlar umrumda değil , benim yanımda o eteği giymiş bir kız geçse bakmam bile , çünkü o kısa elbiseleri etekleri üstleri ben hep sende hayal ediyorum.
E – ( ozanın dedikleri içimi çok rahatlatmıştı ve ayrıca hoşuma gidip tahrik etmişti beni ) Giymemi istermisin ?
O- evet isterim.
Arabada hemen üstümü değiştirdim , Kısacık bir kot etek , Beyaz göbeği açık ince bir penye , ile yola devam ediyorduk.
Bebekde güzel bir mekana oturduk biralarımızı içiyorduk. Güneş gözlüğünün altından bile ozanın devamlı bacaklarıma baktığını görebiliyordum . Bilerek bacak bacak üstüne atmıştım , bütün bacaklarımı sergiliyordum , ozan değil arka masalarında baktığını görebiliyordum ama ben bundan öncede rahatsız olmuyordum ozan için sorun yoksa bende de yoktu.
Esas amaç aklıma geri gelmişti , acaba ozanın sınırı neydi.
E- Sana bir şey yapacağım bacaklarıma iyi bak !
( temel içgüdüyü bilen bilir , Güzel bir bacak değiştirme hareketi ile ozan ve arka masalar dahi herkese kırmızı iç çamaşırımı gösterdim )
O – kızım sen ne yaptın oyle , sikim kırılcak içeride
E- Galiba gaza geldim ozan , arka taraf bana bakıyor sadece
O- Bakarsa baksı o bacak sadece benim . Hadi gidelim …
Ozan direk kalktı ve hesabı ödedik , Arabaya yürürken sadece götüme elliyordu , içinde ki abazayı kontrol edemiyor benim aşkım : )
Araba 1 2 arka sokakdaydı , sokak dolu sayılmaz ama sevişmek için boşta değildi ama ozanın o halleri benide çok ıslatmıştı . Ozan şoför koltuğunda ben yan kotukta sadece öpüşüyorduk. Elleri amımda benim ellerim onun organında birbirimizi okşuyorduk, normalde ona orada çok güzei bir sakso çekerdim ama bu azgınlık benied çıldırtmıştı. Ozanın elleri hiç uslu duruyor , parmakları artık içime kadar girmişti.
Ozana koltuğu arkaya kadar çekmesini söyledim , eteğin en güzel yanı bu işte ,tek seferde ozanın üzerine çıktım , ozan zaten sortunu indirmişti , Tek hareket ile prezarvatifi takmış tek otuşta bütün sikni içime almıştım. O kadar ıslanmıştım ki Tek seferde hiç zorlanmadan aldım içime hepsini. Dudakları dudaklarımda ellerim saçlarında çılgınlar gibi zıplıyordum. Her oturuşumda taşaklarına kadar hissediyordum. Seks sırasında çok konuşmam , ozanda konuşmaz ama bazı sorular ve cevaplar için tam zamanıydı ,

E- Bu etek seni bu kadar azdırdıysa o gotumu belli eden sortu giyersem seni nasıl tutucaz
O- Suss susss
E- Beni teşhir etmek seni çok mu azdırıyor
O – evett
E – donumu gördün birdaha içime bir şey giymicemm
O- sus aşkım gelıyorumm
E- Giymemem hoşuna gitmez mi ?
O – giymee
E- ama herkes gorur ozaman
O- görsün
E- başkalarının görmesini mi istiyorsun , donumu gördüler bu sırılsıklam amı kimseden saklamamak lazım dimi aşkım , istermisin herkesin görmesini
Ozan eveett diye anıra anıra boşalmıştıı . O an dediklerime ben inanamıyor , bu nasıl bir muhabet ozan birazdan kızıcak belkıde çok yanlış anladı diye düşünürken ozan dudaklarımdan öpüyordu , sikinin hiç inmediğini farkettim , kucağından kalktım , peçete ile prezarvatifi çıkarım , döleri temizledim , hala damarlıydı. Gerçekten çok azmıştı en son 3 gün önce sevişmiştik , bu ne kadar normaldi ama bu durum ozanı çok azdırdığını ilk defa farketmiştim.

O güne hiç bir şey yokmuş gibi devam ettik , eve gittik diğer günler mesai çıkısı cay kahve havadan sudan konuştuk. Ben konuyu açacak cesareti bulamamıştım ama bu konuyu konuşmak çok istiyordum.
Hafta sonu için cumartesi Pazar ağvaya deniz kenarı bir otelde yer ayırdım , annemden iznide koparmıştım . Ozan da tamam demişti. Hayvan gibi içip içip bu konuların konuşulması gerektiğini düşünüyordum.
Cuma günü ben evden çıkmadım ailemle zaman geçirmek istedim hemde ağda yapıp valiz hazırlıyordum 1 gecelık tatile ne valiz hazırlayacaksam artık : )
Ozan ise arkadaşları ile meyhanedeydi . Geçen gün bana aldırdığı şortu denedim gerçekten çok kısaydı , popo yanaklarım bile belli oluyordu , aynadan güzel bir resim çekip ozana yollarım.
Anında gördü ama cevap yoktu , 5 dakıka sonra bir resim geldi , Meyhanenin tuvaletinde klozetin heryeri döl içerisinde …
E- fotograf
O- Fotograf
E- ohaa ohaaa daha dün akşam sana sakso çektim ben bu döl ne hayvan herif
O- o göt nee kızım çıldırtcaksın adamı
E- geleyim mi meyhaneye öyle
O- abartma hayatım
E- ozaman yarın giyerim hatta 1 elbisem daha var onu giyince herhalde odadan çıkarmazsın beni..
O- az kaşar değilsin
E- az gavat değilsin
O- abartma istersen
E- Şaka yaptım aşkım..
Bu muhabbet ile geceyi sonlandırdık.

4. Hikayemiz ağva da 1 gecemiz olacak. Konuşmalar , itiraflar olacak .
Ben bu hikayeden sonra o şort ve etekle çekilmiş resimlerimden 1 2 adet yüklemek istedim ama ozan bey buna izin vermedi . Daha önceden bir ifşa olayı başımıza geldiği için şuanlık sizleri resimsiz bırakıyoruz .

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