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Oh My God, I cannot believe my luck escaping from my mother and her endless parties and boyfriends that seem to haunt our house during the Christmas holidays. Kate had been my greatest friend since we commenced as boarders at a Catholic Girls College in the city. Although I lived a matter of kilometers from the school my dear mother decided it would be easier for her and the current boyfriend if I were out of the way while Kate, on the other hand, came from a huge sheep station known as McClenaghan’s Farm.

As I refer to my dear mother a lot I think I should explain a bit about her. Although she has always said that I was a mistake she has basically cared for me. Due to being married and divorced three times she has ended up quite well off but this hasn’t stopped her working the odd brothel or night club when she gets bored. Her biggest trouble is that she has to be the center of attention and so almost every weekend there are either parties or she is out with her latest boyfriend. My life changed when I commenced year seven and met Kate whose parents almost became my second parents: if there is such a thing.

I had spent many of my school holidays at the McClenaghan’s and so the farm had become my second home. I even kept a few clothes and essentials there just in case of a flash visit which happened whenever my mother had to travel a long way from home on ‘secret boyfriend business’. This time I was here because Mrs. Mack had promised mother that she would drive me with Kate to the flat that she had bought for us to live in during university: we were both commencing a degree in Rural Science the following February.

With the day’s temperature rising into the mid-forties it was not a good day to travel by train. Although the carriages were airconditioned it was so hot that the air-conditioning couldn’t cope so I sat with my blouse stuck to my back thanking God I had won the fight with my dumb mother about whether I wore jeans which were her stupid selection or my favorite general-purpose above the knee dress.

I loved my bedroom at the farm. It had a huge window looking across the home paddock all the way down to the big bend on the Murrumbidgee River where Kate and I would go swimming, or some early mornings bursa escort take our fishing rods and catch rainbow trout which seemed to love the big pool on the bend. The room was furnished with a double bed which seemed huge next to the small cot I had at home and a beautiful red cedar wardrobe. Best of all there was a lovely red cedar cheval mirror which stood on a beautifully carved stand.

As the evening meal at the farm were always semi-formal, I stood before the mirror naked debating about what to wear. It was dammed hot and although the window was open there was no movement of air, so I watched beads of sweat run down the shallow valley of my small inadequate breasts. It’s not that I hate my breasts that I refer to them as being inadequate. It’s just that when at school and all the girls my age had what we called mature breasts mine were small and uninteresting. At first, I just thought I was slow maturing but when I turned eighteen I gave up and since my friends referred to them as inadequate I decided to adopt the name.

Other than my breasts I am five feet seven with unruly black hair that no matter how much time or money I spend it seems to make its own decision on the current style. My face is nothing exceptional other than a gold filling between my two front teeth which for some reason had decided to develop with a large gap between them. At school my friends were undecided about this some saying it was incredibly sexy: Kate was one of these. While others had varying reasons for not liking it where the most bazar was that it would attract white slavers: what if!

Having always been athletic I am quite slim although my hips are somewhat out of proportion. The next problem happens to be my pussy which is covered by another unruly bush of hair with a mind of its own. When at school we were not permitted to trim or shave our pussies, but the Nuns made an exception where I was concerned because my hair continued growing almost up to my navel which caused embarrassment when I was competing at interschool gymnastics.

Standing in front of the mirror I started when my bedroom door opened, and I saw Kate dressed in a beautiful white cotton knee-high dress with small red roses printed on it: she was so incredibly escort bursa hot no matter what she wore. Closing the door and locking it she approached me with a smile I had never noticed before and my being naked was something that caused my cheeks to blush heavily. Although Kate and I had lived together as school borders since year seven we had never seen each other naked before.

Walking with slow half steps she made her way across the room with eyes twinkling and this incredible soft smile. When she was a matter of meters away, she stopped and slowly removed her dress which left her standing naked behind me. Not being able to help myself I gasped loud enough for her to hear my surprise.

Kate who is five feet seven and a half is an incredible blond. I say incredible because most blonds have darker hair at their roots but not Kate: her hair was as blond as could be and she wore it short not much longer than the average boy and brushing it back made her look incredibly sexy with her green mischievous eyes and a few freckles across the bridge of her nose. Unlike my inadequates, Kate’s breasts are not huge but certainly larger and of course, perfectly formed. Like me she is slim, but her hips are a little narrower than mine. Moaning softly, I noticed her pussy which was naked with small open lips. Kate was so incredibly sexy that I began to feel my pussy begin to moisten which confused me because I had never thought about women in a sexual way before. Okay Kate and I have kissed many times but again it was kisses that friends share not lovers.

Once naked she paused standing a little to my side so that I could see her reflection just as she could see mine. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife until Kate stepped forward her breasts resting against my back causing me to gasp in surprise.

I first felt her hands on my upper arms where she slowly ran them sensuously from my elbows to my shoulders. Other than my gasping moans nothing had been said until leaning closer her breasts now flattened against my back Kate asked about my train journey. Not having the strength to turn I just nodded my head saying fucking aircon. Still leaning into me I felt her lips on my lower neck kissing me softly as her hands bursa escort bayan now moved onto my shoulders where they massaged across my upper chest making me to moan louder while Kate laughs softly.

“I think you are enjoying my massage.”

Nodding my head, I relaxed against her as her hands slid in a circular motion across my chest and around my neck. Although I couldn’t believe this was happening, I didn’t try to stop her either. It was so incredibly sensual and by now my pussy was dripping with excitement.

Hearing her whispers of love, I cried out when her fingers slid across my hard nipples. The sensations I felt were nothing I could ever have imagined until holding my breath I felt her other hand glide down over my mound cupping me there while her fingers continued to fondle my breasts.

Although I am not new to masturbation what Kate’s fingers did were completely different. She was patient while at first one hand fondled my breasts as the other hand rubbed lightly across my clit. After moaning quietly for some time, she used one hand to open my pussy while her fingers began to slide along the wet opening.

I moved a leg further apart but that only made me more unsteady on my feet until noticing my plight Kate pulled me further into her while she supported me as her fingers continued to caress my pussy sliding up and over my clit while my cries became louder.

I was almost out of control crying Kate, Kate, Kate which caused her to laugh as she placed her hand over my mouth.

“Shush we don’t want to disturb the old folks at home, do we?”

Hearing this I didn’t know whether I should laugh or cry but I did try to zip my lips as best I could while Kate continued to strum my clit until not able to take it any longer, I gasped I’m going to cum.

When my stomach clenched I felt my legs begin to shake as Kate half carried me to my bed where she lay me until at last my orgasm had passed.

******************

Crying aloud I sensed the train slowing as it approached the station and struggling up with my rucksack, I noticed a dark wet stain on the woolen seat cover. Alighting from my first-class carriage I almost cried out when Kate wearing a white above the knee dress with a pattern small red roses came running towards me.

As we stood waiting for my suitcase I felt the heat rise to my cheeks when I realized that I must have slept on the train dreaming about doing it with Kate.

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“So it seems like you’ve been a busy little girl of late,” Natalya strummed her latex-clad fingers along her pet’s stomach, slowly walking them up the gentle rise of their mons. “Isn’t that right Amber?”

Demon Lord Natalya-Gremory, Lady of the 12th Pit of Screaming Perversion, Succubus Queen of the Realm of Sapphic Agony, and She Crowned with Brimstone and Lust, chuckled and tasted the air with a forked tongue, smelling the other succubus’s growing excitement.

Unconstrained by any ever so mortal taboos regarding nudity and clothing, the succubus queen dressed not to conceal or to cover, but to accentuate and highlight her body. Her outfit was an exquisitely tailored affair of body-hugging, glossy latex in violet, pink, and black, comprising stockings, long gloves, and under-bust corset, and garters and straps joining them all, crisscrossing her body. Her favorite part of the outfit wasn’t any of the more obvious features, but the small highlights: the tiny silver skull clasps at the end of the garters at her thighs, another ornamental one between her breasts, and how her stockings included heels and formed toes that left it open to the imagination if she herself had cloven hooves.

Conventional wisdom on all things demonic would surely have placed Natalya and her pet atop a throne of skulls, within a lake of fire, or held aloft by the arms of a thousand damned mortal souls, collectively screaming in agony as the fiends screamed for other reasons entirely. Conventional wisdom would be wrong on all of the above, as both succubi lay entangled atop a bed covered with silk sheets and dozens of pillows. Mind you, the sheets displayed an embroidered goetic sigil emblazoned with runes, declaring the bed and everything (and everyone) one it as the property of the demon queen herself.

The succubus queen herself lay across the bed, smiling as she traced two fingers across her pet. Although both were succubi proper, Natalya herself was in a word, exalted by comparison. Her body was that of a mortal woman, albeit one of flawless complexion and perfect form, but with an ashen skin tone, claws, purple ram’s horns, a long and vaguely reptilian prehensile tail tipped with a barbed end, and draconic wings that sprouted from her back.

“Tell me about your most recent adventures Amber.” Natalya cooed, pausing to put the silver lip of a chalice to her mouth and take a deep draught of blood red wine. “I trust that I taught you well…”

The other, lesser succubus smiled up and nodded. Slightly smaller than Natalya, she possessed roughly the same physical features that marked her as something more and something less than mortal. A slender, scaled tail sprouted from the base of her spine, ending in an almost heart-shaped devil’s spade at its tip, her fingers ended in delicate claws, and a pair of horns sprouted from her skull, curling back alongside the curve of her skull and making a roughly half-twist as they curved back around. She wore even less than the succubus queen that lay next to her, with only purple latex stockings and gloves, a collar, and jeweled piercings on her nipples and clit, all linked by a silver chain that ran between them.

“Did you corrupt a woman or simply further her transit down that path?” Natalya queried, tracing her fingers between her pet’s breasts, neatly placing tension on the chain between her nipple rings in the process. “Did she taste you, or did you taste her?”

Amber closed her eyes and sighed as her Mistress’s fingers slipped past the crest of her pubic mound and continued down between her legs, framing her clitoral hood with index and middle finger and fluttering between her slick, excited labia.

“She’d bursa escort never been with a woman before…” Amber shivered as Natalya traced a claw across her clitoral piercing, tapping one pearl and then the other, pinker one in turn. “She figured that summoning a succubus would satisfy her curiosity.”

As Amber began to tell her tale, the Succubus Queen stood up and looked down at her pet, admiring the other, lesser demon’s curves. Unconsciously, her submissive spread their legs, drawing a smile to Natalya’s face and a languid flicker of her tongue across her lips.

“Keep talking.”

Natalya knelt down and straddled the other girl’s thigh, staring into Amber’s eyes as she rocked her hips forward and back. Continuing to listen to her pet but focusing on her own pleasure, Natalya left a slippery, glistening tail on Amber’s latex as she rubbed her pussy across it again and again, pressing her netherlips against the other succubus like a wet and intimate kiss.

“Please Mistress. Please let me worship your pussy…” Amber paused from her story, opening her mouth and extending her tongue, drooling with unabashed desire as she looked, wide eyed, down at her Queen as they masturbated against her thigh.

Amber drooled as she watched Natalya pleasure herself, biting her lower lip. As she looked with worshipful eyes, her Mistress snarled and shuddered with an orgasm. Within moments though, the succubus queen recovered and gestured her fingers through the air, “Keep talking. I want to hear you talk as I finger fuck myself.”

And so she did, finishing her story while Natalya brought herself to another half-dozen orgasms.

“Such a good girl…” Natalya chuckled, her breasts heaving up and down before she finally caught her breath. Watching Amber’s reaction, and the other succubus’s open mouth, she reached back down and continued at a much slower pace, casually fingering herself for show, “I knew there was a good reason that I granted your desire and turned you into a succubus in the first place. You’re so ever eager to worship me. Now show me that tongue of yours. Taste your queen.” Natalya extended her lubricated fingers to Amber’s mouth, letting her honey glisten in the light before sliding them past her pet’s eager, hungry lips, allowing her a taste.

Amber leaned her head forwards and moaned with appreciation as she savored her queen’s juices, swirling her tongue across each finger and sucking them clean, one by one. Thick and slightly sour on her tongue, the musky taste was nonetheless intoxicating, and Amber’s tail flicked side to side with eager excitement before it curled forward and almost of its own accord began to press itself against her pussy.

*slap!*

Natalya slipped her hand from Amber’s mouth and swatted away the other girl’s overly-eager tail.

“Your tail has a naughty little mind of its own Amber.” Natalya chuckled, grasping the offending appendage and bringing it to her mouth, letting her pet watch wide-eyed as she opened her mouth and suckled on its tip, pleasuring it like a strapon and tasting Amber’s juices coating it. “But I’ll be the one in charge of penetrating you dear. Spread your legs.”

“Please…” Amber’s eyes glowed with delight as she complied without hesitating, spreading her legs as her Mistress held up the same hand which had only recently been pleasuring herself, and wriggled those same fingers enticingly.

“Think about when you summoned me.” Natalya cooed. “Think about all those things that I did to you that night. Then think about all the things that I can do to you now, now that you’re a succubus as well. You’re no longer subject to mortal biology and mortal bursa escort bayan stamina my darling little thing.”

Natalya slipped her middle finger between Amber’s labia, watching the other succubus moan and shiver. Instinctively she slipped a second finger inside, curling them up and pressing forward, seeking out her G-spot. Amber bit her lower lip and thrust her hips forward, pressing herself against Natalya’s fingers even as they gently thrust in and out with masterful skill.

“You will scream my name and you will shudder and squirt a dozen times again before I’m done with you tonight Amber.” Natalya chuckled as she added a third finger and brushed the palm of her hand against the other woman’s engorged and protruding clit, now erect and exposed from beneath its hood. Just large enough to suck, that had been one of the physical changes to Amber’s body that she’d insisted upon when she’d first corrupted the girl and triggered her infernal apotheosis.

Natalya licked her lips as she continued fingering her pet, eventually leaning forward and planting a trail of kisses across Amber’s abdomen. The kisses shifted to broad laps of her tongue, tasting the salt of Amber’s sweat and then turning to suck at her nipples. Amber whimpered and shut her eyes, absorbed as she was in her owner’s attention, quivering as Natalya’s tongue circled each nipple, flicked the rings that pierced each of them, and caressed one breast or the other with her free hand, even as the other hand continued to deftly finger fuck her, increasing in speed and in the pressure of her palm upon Amber’s clit.

“I know it’s here somewhere…” Natalya slipped a fourth finger inside, delighting in the warm, wet caress it found as Amber clenched down and gasped. The demon queen could have found what she was desired in moments of course, but she enjoyed the play of teasing and taunting her lover as her fingers thrust in and out, over and over, with each moment building her pet to orgasm. Finally though, she curled her fingers up and pressed upon a spot she knew oh so well. “FOUND IT!”

“Oh Natalya!” Amber’s eyes shot open as she screamed and shuddered.

“Cum for me bitch! Cum for me!” Natalya cackled as her fingers pounded in and out, grinding her fingers into Amber’s G-spot.

“OH YES! YES! NATALYA!” Amber screamed, spasmodically clenching down and releasing on her lover’s fingers as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She shook, gasping and unable to properly breathe, with every nerve in her body on fire as she gazed up at the demon queen perched between her legs, nearly fisting her by that point, wings spread, glorious and resplendent In her domination as a spurt of glistening fluid sprayed out across her. Gazing up at her Mistress, she realized belatedly that a woman was screaming, seconds elapsing before she realized that it was her, screaming Natalya’s name over and over.

Eventually the screaming stopped, though not before Natalya fingered her pet to another trio of shuddering orgasms as she kept her mouth open to taste Amber’s cum. Most of it sprayed across her face and chest, leaving the demon queen hungry for more directly from the source.

“Such a wonderful girl.” Natalya licked her unnaturally long, forked tongue across her face, cleaning it of her pet’s honey. “But just so you know Amber, I’m in a mood for pussy on my tongue.”

Amber’s eyes glimmered with an internal light. Giddy in her afterglow, she laughed and curled her tail around Natalya’s wrist, pulling down and driving her owner’s fingers an inch deeper.

“Greedy little thing…” Natalya smirked, “I’ve taught you well, and you’ve made for a spectacular succubus.”

“I escort bursa learned from the best Mistress.” Amber bit her lower lip and sighed happily, smiling as she looked over her breasts and down at the demon queen between her legs.

Natalya licked her lips and looked up, deliberately keeping eye contact as she crawled into position, placed both hands on her pet’s thighs, and leaned forward. She felt the other girl’s legs shiver as she opened her mouth and exhaled, sending a rush of warm, moist air across her pussy as a prelude to the kisses and oral worship to follow.

“Yes, yes you did…” Natalya spoke, masturbating her own ego as well as accepting her pet’s praise from moments before in a verbal preamble to her next display of carnal excellence. That was at least her intent.

The demon-queen inhaled, savoring Amber’s musky scent as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Then, just as she leaned in and prepared to lick the length of Amber’s slit, the other succubus abruptly shimmered with a brilliant, golden nimbus and promptly vanished.

“Fuck…” Natalya hissed, awkwardly leaning forward with her tongue extended and suddenly bereft of a partner she’d had every intention of devouring for another hour or more. Grumbling at her pet’s inopportune summoning to the mortal plane, she sighed and took her frustration out on herself, half-heartedly fingering herself to an orgasm while promising all manner of pain and death to the mortal conjurer who’d interrupted her evening’s festivities.

More powerful demons could of course deny a mortal’s summon, but novice succubi like Amber had no choice in the matter. If they were called by name, or plucked at random from the abyss by a non-specific magical request for any demon at all, they were simply whisked away and that was that.

Angrily Natalya stood up after a second round of doing her level best to fist herself, snarling softly and painfully aware of just how much more she would have enjoyed having her favorite partner there. Pausing to lick her fingers clean, she then swirled them through the air, opening a transparent portal from her bedroom to the mortal plane.

“Well at least one of us is getting to eat pussy tonight…” She pouted as she gazed through the portal, watching as Amber knelt in the center of a well crafted summoning circle, magically compelled to please the naked mortal sorceress that stood above her. “And fuck it little miss summoner, Amber would have gone down on you if you’d just asked her. You’re wasting your time and spell reagents to actually compel her to obey you through sorcery. Still, as a voyeur well beyond your ability to bind, I approve of the view.”

Natalya continued watching the two of them cavort, nodding with satisfaction at the mortal’s skill with magic, but also at her pet’s more practical skill with her tongue, fingers, and tail. Of course watching only added to her sexual frustration and desire, even after she came again with a hand between her legs, casually flicking across her clit.

“Fuck it, you’ve both had your fun. Now it’s time for mine.” Natalya chuckled as she briefly licked her fingers clean again and began another series of magical gestures to make the portal less of a window and more of a door.

The succubus queen smiled and flicked her tail with lecherous glee. She would reclaim her property and in the process she’d enjoy herself. Oh the mortal was skilled to be sure. This one was smart. This one wouldn’t be signing away her soul into demonic consignment, but nothing of the rules and strictures of the nether realm would prevent the demon queen from stripping the overconfident bitch naked and engaging in a torrid daisy chain with her and Amber.

“You’re good with magic, now let’s see how good you are with your tongue.”

With an evil grin playing across her face, Natalya stepped through the portal.

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It is a hot August night in New York City. It is very late. I am in a nameless bar on the lower east side, riding high on shrooms and cheap red wine. The bar is crowded and very noisy. I can’t hear myself think, and that is the way I want it. I want to be empty. I want to forget.

I make my way through the crowd to the back of the room where a stairwell leads down to the bathrooms. Closing the door behind me, the stairway seems to extend downwards toward infinity, a black hole receding into the abyss. If I ever make it to the bottom, there is no way I will ever be able to climb back up.

I reach the bottom and go into the women’s room. It is filthy. A flickering fluorescent fucks with my vision. The walls are covered with hastily scrawled graffiti. The trash can is overflowing with used paper towels, plastic beer cups and tampon applicators. There are three toilets; no stalls or dividers between them. One of them is broken. It looks like it was attacked with a baseball bat. There are shards of broken porcelain and puddles of standing water on the floor.

A woman is sitting on one of the toilets. She is beautiful, tall and slender with shoulder-length blonde hair and glasses. She is at least ten years older than me. She is wearing a short black skirt and an old Ramones t-shirt. Her black panties are at her ankles, just above her red cowboy boots.

Our eyes meet. She bursa escort seems to smile, and kicks off her panties. She nods, as if giving me permission.

I am on my knees between her thighs, her skirt hiked up around her waist. The word “DYKE” is tattooed in gothic capital letters across her bare pubic mound. She tastes tangy, a combination of sweat, urine, and sex. She is spreading her labia for me. She is getting excited. Her pink clit is poking out from its little hood. I start licking, slurping up and down her spread cunt. She wants me to concentrate on her clit. She is pulling my hair, hard. (It should hurt, but I am only vaguely aware of the sensation.) I am not ready to give her that pleasure yet. I am losing myself in her sex, her wetness.

She has lifted up her t-shirt, and pulled her bra down. She is playing with her nipples as I eat her, pinching, pulling and twisting them.

I am aware that another woman has entered the bathroom. I feel, rather than see, the look of surprise and shock, then curiosity and amusement crossing her face.

“You Want Some?” asks the woman who I am eating out. Her voice sounds oddly distorted. “She’s Really Good At It.”

“No thanks” the other woman says “I just need to pee.” I sneak a look at her. My impression is that she is fat, has red hair and is wearing blue jeans. I go back to work, slathering my tongue up and down the blonde escort bursa woman’s pussy, occasionally circling her clit, but never concentrating on it, never staying.

The other woman sits down on the commode next to us. I can hear her pissing. The stream stops, and after a moment, she flushes. She slaps my pantied ass on the way out, hard. She tweaks my puffy outer lips through my panties, and laughs as I jump. “Have Fun” she says, and leaves.

My blonde raises one leg, stretching it almost up to her ear. Her little brown asshole is exposed, puckered and tight. I attack it ravenously with my tongue, licking all around and into it. Her ass taste is earthy and musky. Her anus opens to swallow my probing tongue. She sighs “Yes, oh yes” I feel like my tongue is burrowing yards into her rectum, like some long perverted snake. She is rubbing her clit as I rim her.

I want to make her come. I return my mouth to her pussy, nosing aside her busy fingers. I suck, lick, and gently nibble her clit. She is pulling me into her now, fiercely. I can’t breath, but I don’t care. I am probing her wet asshole with one finger, banging her pussy with my thumb as I lick her clit. I can’t go on much longer, I’ll pass out.

She comes with the violence of a summer thunderstorm. Silently, she spasms again and again, grinding my face into her cunt, squeezing me between her thighs. I can feel her pussy bursa escort bayan and asshole grasping me, drawing me inside. Gasping for air, I stay with her until she is done. Finally, she lets loose with a stream of piss, right into my mouth. I am able to swallow almost all of it. It seems to have no taste. I drink her essence thirstily.

She is gone. Her wetness is all over my face, and in my hair. My knees hurt from kneeling on the cold, wet tile. I have cut one knee on a sharp piece of broken toilet. The blood runs freely. I remember the original reason that I came down here, and realize that I have wet myself. The dampness on my thigh is my own urine.

The mushrooms are wearing off, the wine is making me sleepy. It is time to go home. I throw my ruined panties into the overflowing trash can, clean up as best as I can, and make my way back up to the street. I hail a cab, and manage to make it to my own bed before I pass out.

I ask a boy that I have been dating to piss in my mouth after I give him a blowjob. He agrees to do it, but his bladder is shy, and he can’t make himself go. Soon after that, he breaks up with me.

A year later, I am riding the train, and I notice a woman looking at me. I think she is checking me out. She is tall and blonde, and wears a business suit. She looks familiar, but I don’t think I know her. As she is getting off the train, our eyes meet, and she licks her lips and blows me a kiss.

That night, I masturbate to the memory of her, violently grinding my clit and pulling my nipples until I come, shaking and biting my lips to keep from screaming.

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Screams of terror echoed off the walls of the deserted house, the pounding of the music from the stereo system seemed like a whisper compared to the chaos happening around me. Hundreds of people rushing past me, pushing and shoving and paying no attention to those around them. The crowd flooded into the long hallway from several rooms on the main floor as well as upstairs. People worked their way down the elegant stair case and tried to merge into the herd of people like vehicles on a freeway. Vampires, witches, werewolves and other things that go bump in the night stampeded for the front exit of the house as I watched in amazement with the lack of loyalty people appeared to be showing each other.

People who I had seen hanging out together for the past several hours at the party, seemingly inseparable, scattered like shards of broken glass from a fallen window pain and ran in separate directions never looking back for their friends. Situation like this are where you find out who your real friends are and apparently most of these people believed in the old ‘looking out for

theory’. I wasn’t sure what was happening, I didn’t know what had scared these people and sent the party on the dead run but I knew I wasn’t leaving without my best friend Tara. Tara and a few of her friends had set up this party, found the old house and decorated it and stuff. The place resembled a Halloween rave with loud music, low lights, people everywhere and the walls and halls were decorated with spiders and cobwebs. I made a split second decision and ran against the crowd and back into the blackness of the creepy old house to find her.

I looked dead ahead, my eyes searching for any opening in the crowd, any inch of space I could get through. My shoulders became battering rams that I used to fight through the tide of people swooping towards me. Just a few steps ahead of me a girl, about 19, dressed as a princess was knocked to the ground by the pushing crowd and was getting kicked by legs pushing past her like she was invisible. She was in danger of being trampled and I had to do something. “Watch out!” I yelled while closing in on where she lay crumpled on the floor. People either didn’t hear me or were choosing to ignore my cries of warning about the fallen princess. “Move it!!” I bellowed while pushing people on either side of the fallen girl with a straight arm. Some guy dressed as a football player pushed me back and stepped on the girls dress, ripping it. “Real sensitive asshole!” I hollered at him.

I let my eyes fall down to the girl noticing her more closely now. She was very beautiful, appearing even more innocent in the long, lacy, light pink dress she wore as part of her costume. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her blue eyes looked up at me with a mix of terror and pleading in them as people continued to push past us. “You’re going to get out of here, it’s going to be okay.” Her eyes were locked on mine as I tried to comfort her. “When I say ‘now’ I want you to stand up and just go, okay? ” Her eyes were locked on mine and she nodded that she understood. “Don’t stop, and don’t look back no matter what.” I moved around behind her, stretched my arms full out, planted my feet as solid as I could and used my body as a human shield protecting her against the rush of people coming at her. “Now!” I hollered as people pushed me from behind trying to make me move, “Go, now!” She got to her knees and then her feet, in moments she disappeared into the hysterical crowd and out of sight.

I didn’t know what I might face as I turned and fought my own way back further inside to look for Tara. I didn’t even know is she was still in the house but I couldn’t leave till I knew for sure. About ten minutes before this hysteria set in Tara had excused herself to find another beer for each of us. Why didn’t I go with her? I thought. Whatever could possibly happen to me inside could never scare me half as much as going through the rest of my life without her so I forged on against the crowd, yelling out her name as loud as I could as I went.

My eyes scanned the crowd furiously looking for any sign of her. The green mask of an alien, the bloodied face of a zombie, the jet black hair and ruby red lipstick of a hooker but no sign of my sweet Tara. My denim clad, cowboy hat wearing cowgirl, Tara. “Tara!…” I yelled again, “Tara can you hear me? Tara!!”

The creepiest feeling I’d ever experienced grabbed hold of me as someone dressed in a clown costume came towards me. It was just one face in the screaming crowd of people still filling the halls of the old house but it seemed so remarkably out of place. The white face, the rainbow colored wig, the round red nose. A big red smile painted permanently in place that grinned from ear to ear and stood out in a crowd of faces filled with fear. If I had been stuck in some really cheesy horror movie or a twiglight zone episode I’d have thought that the smiling clown had gone insane and began a rain of terror. This clown wasn’t insane though, just a young woman as fearful as the rest of us.

As I worked my way past the last large group of people I took bursa escort a second to notice my surroundings and try and figure out where I was. I was in a large room, I recognized it as the main dance room I had been in earlier. It was poorly lit and the floors were scattered with derbies from the party. Beer and lord knows what else left wet patches on the hard wood floor and I had to be careful not to slip as I worked my way towards the window I noticed on my left. The pounding beat of the dance music from the large speakers in the room vibrated the floor, you could actually feel the music with your body.

The window looked out towards the front of the house where people seemed to be gathering momentarily while looking for friends before taking off again. I scanned the crowd the best could but saw no sign of Tara nowhere. Maybe she left already, maybe she’s already safe. At that moment I heard a voice call my name from across the room, I recognized it immediately as my roommate Jason’s and turned. At first I didn’t see him. “Jason!” I called out. “Is that you? Is Tara with you? What the hell is going on here?” Just then he popped out from a group of several people who had scattered into the room at the same time he had. Wrapped all in white toilet paper as a Mummy he stood out.

“I don’t know where she is Trish…but we gotta get out of here…now!” he said grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me towards the exit, the place where I had just come from. He held me so tight that my wrist hurt instantly. “Someone saw a guy stab a girl. He just went nuts. We gotta go.”

“Jason, let go of me.” I ordered while trying to rip my wrist free of his grasp. “Let go of me now! I’m not leaving without her, I’m not. I can’t do that.”

He stopped and held me by both wrists, shaking me slightly as he spoke just like a father scolding a child who had done something wrong. “Trish listen to me. You can’t stay here. You could get killed. Do you think that’s what Tara would want?”

“I don’t care what happens to me,” I replied as a few tears began to roll down my cheek, “I am not leaving here without her.” I pulled my arms back with all my might and managed to get my wrists freed from his grasp and I stepped back away from him.

“Do you have a death wish or something, is that it? he scowled at me. “Do you wanna die?”

“If I had to choose between living without her or dying looking for her then I guess I would say yeah, I wanna die cause I sure as hell don’t wanna live without her.” I was babbling in my state of fear and I didn’t care. “I love her ‘J’…I’m in love with her!” I didn’t waste a moment after dropping that bomb on him and turned and started to run away from him, further into the house before he could grab me again.

“Trish wait…” he hollered from behind me in shock at my revolation, the distance between us growing. “You’re what with her?! Come back!” I just kept running. “Trish we’ll find her don’t worry.”

I didn’t look back, just ran from room to room yelling her name. “Tara….Tara!” The hallways in the extremely large house were like a maze in the dark. I felt like a lab rat put through a test to find the cheese at the end. I passed some people in the hallways who were searching for the exit but for the most part it seemed to be nearly deserted now. My voice and the music was all I heard. I rounded the next corner and noticed what appeared to be an attic door in the ceiling at the end of the long hallway that was lit with a few antique looking globes along the walls. The hallway was empty except for me, my body shuttered at the thought. I yelled out again, “Tara!” Walking down the long hall I peered into the open doors, examining their contents one by one.

I stuck my head inside the last door at the end of the hallway and instantly my eyes were drawn to the bloody knife of the floor in the center of the room. I turned to run when an arm grabbed me from behind around the waist and a hand clasped over my mouth. I tried to scream and run but was froze with terror. “Shhhh Trish, it’s okay.” the person holding me whispered.”It’s me, it’s Tara.”

I spun around and instantly pulled her to me, hugging her tighter then I ever had before.I didn’t give her a chance to speak. Suddenly, at that moment when I pulled back from the hug and looked into her eyes everything seemed so clear. I knew our lives were in danger and I had to tell her how I felt in case I never had the chance again. I wanted her to know, she had to know. My eyes never left hers as I spoke in my panicked haste. “Tara, I thought I’d lost you. I thought…” I gasped for breath for as I spoke quickly and the words flooded out in one long,never ending babble. “I…I knew I couldn’t leave here without you so I came back. Jason tried to stop me, he told me what happened and I didn’t care. I had to find you cause I couldn’t live without you. I love you…I’m in love with you Tara.” Just like that I blurted it out as I watched the shocked look in her eyes. I was still holding her so close from the hug that our breasts were touching slightly while I had her by both arms. For a moment I just stood speechless staring escort bursa into her gorgeous brown eyes, our eyes locked on each other in a wordless silence.

“Oh god Tara I can’t fight this feeling anymore…” I let my words trail off into a whisper and moved my two hands from her upper arms to her face, cupping it in my hands and stroking her cheeks with my thumbs a few times. Leaning in towards her face, I closed my eyes and let my emotions take over placing one long, soft, loving kiss on her full lips. The kiss lasted only seconds and then I removed my hands from her face and stepped back from her realizing the severity of what I had just said and done. My emotions and the adrenaline pumping through my vains had just made me do something I never thought I would do.

That’s when I noticed her shirt and remembered the knife on the floor. Her shirt was covered in blood and I rushed towards her again in panic mode. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” I pleaded. Are you okay? You’re bleeding. Where you cut? What happened?” Again I didn’t allow her to answer or say a word at first, I just grabbed her hand and started to leave the room. “I’m going to get you out of this Tara, don’t worry. We can’t stay in this room. We’ll find someplace to hide until the cops come…I’ll protect you.”

“But…” she started to say while I dragged her from the room.

“But nothing. I’m gonna make sure your safe. Let’s go, we have to go now and be quiet.” And that’s when I remembered the attic door I had seen just moments before. We could crawl up there and put something heavy on the door and he’d never be able to get up there, I thought. We’d be safe. She’d be safe. “Here,” I whispered, pointing at the attic door above us, still clutching her hand in mine. “We’ll be safe up here.”

“Trish we need…”

“Look Tara we can talk when we get up there and I know you’re safe. You can yell at me then okay.” I grabbed a small wooden chair from the room we were just in and hopped up on it to open up the hatch. I pulled it down and a small ladder lowered to the floor near where Tara stood. I put the chair I was using back in the room so nobody would know I had used it and returned to Tara. “Up you go.” I said to Tara and motioned her to the ladder, I’m right behind you.” And I was right behind her. She looked down at me over her shoulder with a slight curl of a smile on her lips when I put my hand on her ass to push her up the ladder faster. I felt my cheeks redden and grow flushed from embarrassment as I realized where my hand was and quickly removed it.

The attic was suprisingly clean, mostly dust and cobweb free that I could see. It was obviously used as a small bedroom at one point. Probably for a child looking to get away from their over bearing parents, it was even carpeted. Not the typical spooky looking attic at all really. A large, un-curtained window in the room allowed enough moonlight in so that we could see what we were doing when we got up there. I noticed a large old wooden trunk to my right and decided that was what I’d use to block off the door, which I’d pulled shut behind us after we got up. We’d be okay up here until help arrived, nobody could know we were here if we kept quiet.

I walked over to the trunk and grabbed the brass handle on the end trying to drag it towards the hatch to cover it. It was extremely heavy and I was only moving it a few inches at a time. “Need some help with that?” Trish questioned me.

“No, you’re hurt. Just rest.”

“Trish I’m okay, really. I’m not hurt and you don’t have to do that, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“There’s a guy with a knife on the loose and he killed someone. We are not safe Tara!” I snapped back at her in a hrash tone of voice.

“Trish…it was just a joke to scare people. I wanted to tell you but it had to be real so nobody but Travis and I could know. I just wanted to do something nobody would ever forget this Halloween so Trav and I came up with this plan that so that it would make it look like he killed me. That’s why I was hiding in that room when you came by yelling for me. I’m so sorry Trish, I never meant to…”

Her eyes were filled with sadness and regret, mine filled with confusion at what I’d just heard. “But…but you’re bleeding.” I managed to stammer out while looking at the big red stain on the front of her denim shirt.

“It’s just fake blood,” she said as she walked towards me. “I’m not hurt…see.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt and un did them slowly, one by one as I watched her shirt fall open in front of me. Her perfect stomach was just slightly stained with the fake blood that had soaked through the shirt and she wore a black lace bra that I couldn’t help but notice showed off her breasts nicely. I was in utter shock at what had taken place and what I saw before me and my emotions took over. I started to sob lightly.

“Shhh, don’t cry. It’s okay. I’m okay. Here…” she reached out, took my hand and placed it flat on her stomach, just above her belly button, where I thought the wound had been. She laid her hand on top of mine, holding it in place. “See, I’m fine.” Her bursa escort bayan soft skin felt warm under my touch and I suddenly remembered that only several minutes ago I had told her that I was in love with her, and I had kissed her.

Oh my god, what did I do? was the thought that echoed in my mind. I never would have told her that if I hadn’t thought we might die. I never would have kissed her. Now I couldn’t take it back, I had revealed my deepest secret and felt like I’d been tricked into doing so. A burst of momentary anger came over me. “You bitch!” I yelled, pulling my hand from her stomach and turning my back on her. “How could you? I thought….I thought you might die, that we might die or I never would have…”

“I’m sorry, but you never would have what Trish? Told me that you loved me?” she was crying softly now as well. She wrapped her arms around me from behind, rested her head on my shoulder and hugged me as she continued to speak. “You didn’t know what was really going on, you thought there was a murderer on the loose and you came back to find me, to save me. Even if you hadn’t said the words I would have known after what you did tonight….but I’m glad you said it.” She hugged me even closer now, I could feel her breasts pressed against my back and her warm breath on my neck.

I tried to pull away from her embrace. I was still angry at her for what she’d done and what she’d made me admit to even if she hadn’t planned it that way. She wouldn’t let me go though, she just held me tight against her until I stopped crying and fighting to get away. I didn’t turn to look at her. How could I ever look at her again? I thought. Eventually my body was relieved of the tension inside and I started to relax and think clearly again. I put my hands over hers that rested on my waist and pulled them apart and they fell to her side. “I gotta go.” the feeling of her arms wrapped around me arouse feelings in me that I had to get away from before it was to late and things could never be fixed.

I only got an arms length away from her before she reached out and grabbed me by the wrist again. She spun me around to face her and I was suddenly staring again at the most gorgeous stomach and set of full breasts I had ever seen. The sexy black lace bra strained to contain her ample cleavage. I had seen her topless before but only for a glimpse at a time, not wanting to give my fire any further fuel to ignite it the past few months. I always tried to look away as soon as possible when I found myself thinking of her that way and that’s what I did now, reverting my eyes to the floor.

“Trish look at me, please. I know you must hate me now….”

I cut her off mid sentence in an angry tone of voice. “Of course I don’t hate you!” She interlocked her fingers with mine and held my hand. Her touch alone was sending little electric shocks through my body.

“Good, then I think we should sit and talk.” She began to lower herself to the carpeted floor and pulled down on my arm as she did so. “Sit with me.” I gave in and sat just inches from her. I was trying hard to ignore the anger as well as the arousal I was feeling after seeing and feeling her soft stomach and her breath on my neck but because she was still holding my hand I had to sit very close to her. Side by side, our thighs almost touching.

“Nobody else would have done for me what you did. I’m so sorry.” she repeated again and pulled our interlocked hands up to her mouth and placing a quick kiss on the back of my hand. Her lips were so soft.

I was getting more uncomfortable by the minute. I slowly raised my head till my eyes met hers. “Look, can we do this some other time. I just don’t feel like talking right now.”

“Me neither,” slipped from her lips and a wicked grin fell upon her mouth, “I don’t feel like talking either.” She put obvious emphasis on the word ‘talking’ when she spoke. Then with no warning she pulled me to her and kissed me softly several times. I took a moment just to realize what was happening and then kissed her back with equal passion. We squoze our hands together harder as we kissed and as much as I wanted this to happen I didn’t want to take advantage of Tara in any way so it would only go as far as she wanted it to.

My body, mind and heart already felt like they were in heaven as we continued to kiss deeply, our tongues dancing together. I reached up, removed her cowboy hat, and ran my fingers through her main of naturally wavy brunette hair. She removed her hand from mine and placed it behind my head supporting it as she lowered me to a horizontal position on the floor. Her lips never leaving mine, our kiss never broken as she lay her body partly on top of mine. I slid my arm under the denim of her open shirt and moved it around on the small of her back as she kissed me. As I ran my fingers over the flesh there I could tell where her tattoo was, the flesh felt just slightly different there. Her tattoo was a red rose that appeared to be shot through the center of a heart like cupid’s arrow and it was right in the small of her back, just above her waist. I’ve always found tattoos really sexy, when she first showed me I thought I would cum right then it looked so hot on her. I know she has a second tattoo but it’s some place she said people would never see it. Maybe tonight I’d get to see it.

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When it came to sports, Seraphine gave it everything. That’s why she needed to wind down. And where better, she thought, than in the hands of a handsome young masseur at the Rackets Club?

Only this time, it was different. As Seraphine stretched out on her back, still soaked in her short black skirt and white T-shirt and wiggling her toes to get comfortable, she saw the masseur enter the room and caught her breath. Not only was it a woman but it was one of the most gorgeous women she had ever seen! So tall – perhaps 6 foot 1, with a dark brown complexion, bee-sting lips and twinkling greenish eyes that smiled and promised… well, Seraphine was not sure. “Hi I’m Sandy,” the girl said. “I’m afraid Terry couldn’t make it, but will I do?”

Seraphine was speechless for a moment. She was pretty heterosexual on the whole, with maybe one or two crushes and ‘incidents’ along the way. The last had been last summer – she’d been on holiday when the hotel nurse (a pretty Spanish girl with shy eyes and breasts that seemed, in Seraphine’s eyes, somehow desperate to escape from her satin blouse) had treated Seraphine for a jelly-fish sting. Whether by accident or design, the gentle hand that spread ointment on her belly had strayed a little… Seraphine had even let the young nurse put her hand inside Seraphine’s jeans and tight black panties – before being overcome with embarrassment and pulling away. She’d often thought about the incident later. What they might have done together, where she might have kissed the nurse…

Anyway, back in reality, the masseur had asked a question – will I do? – and Seraphine felt it was only polite to answer with a smile: “You will do nicely!”

“I am rather new to massage, I’m afraid,” Sandy continued. “But if you tell me what you like, we should get along fine.”

She walked over to the massage table and Seraphine noticed the sheen of her long dark thighs under the short white dress.

“Where shall we start? Perhaps at the feet?”

Seraphine nodded. It was actually hard to speak without betraying a kind of dryness of throat and huskiness of voice – signs that Sandy might have interpreted as arousal. That would never do!

“You have beautiful feet! But of course you do!” Sandy said. “The rest of you is absolutely gorgeous, so why should feet be the exception!” Seraphine was blushing now. She liked the way Sandy talked. Seraphine had not been feeling very confident lately, but yes it was true that she was attractive – she was happy with her thick short dark hair, her high cheekbones. A friend had told her she had an expression that could look cross but quickly turned into sultry. Seraphine knew too that she had an athlete’s body – her thighs in particular were very strong and very long. She certainly worked at her figure.

“I might have taken you for a sprinter,” Sandy said. “Only maybe you’re bust is a bit big!”

Wow, that was quite personal – but kind of sexy! bursa escort Seraphine’s mind began to wander. What would it be like, she thought, if Sandy were permitted to explore under her T-shirt. Seraphine was starting to feel a kind of warmth under her short skirt and a stirring. The sensation was heightened when Seraphine felt the black girl’s hands moving across her knees and up to her thighs.

“So tell me,” Seraphine said, feeling bolder as her heart sped faster. “Do you ever get turned on when you’re giving a massage?”

Sandy gave an inquisitive look that Seraphine could not quite interpret.

“I mean, you must come across some pretty attractive guys and… well, some pretty attractive people.”

“You could say that,” Sandy smiled, still not giving much away. “I normally try to keep it pretty professional.”

Well that sounded a bit uninteresting, but there was a glimmer of something alluring. “Normally?” Seraphine asked, glancing at the masseur’s cleavage as the black girl leaned forward to touch the upper reaches of Seraphine’s thighs. Her delicate fingers were just at the hem of Seraphine’s pleated skirt.

“Well, yes, I don’t want to cause a stir or put anyone’s back out,” Sandy said. “And I am feeling my way in the job!”

Seraphine gave a little laugh, but she wasn’t sure if the double-meaning had been intended.

“There was one lady,” Sandy continued, “who somehow got me going.”

“What was she like?” Seraphine asked excitedly.

“Oh she was very posh. Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, if you know what I mean! Looked like a countess or something, bit of an Italian accent I’d say. I don’t know exactly why, but there was some kind of chemistry there!”

“Really!” Seraphine was gripped by this story. Was it her imagination or were Sandy’s hands beginning to creep under the hem of her skirt?

“So what happened?,” Seraphine asked, breathlessly.

“Well, I don’t think I should say too much. Customer confidentiality and all that. But let’s just say that she wasn’t the only one who got some therapeutic massage that day!”

Seraphine laughed out loud, and Sandy chimed in with a joyful giggle.

“I understand,” said Seraphine. “But did she say anything or do anything that really got you going, I mean just tell me that!”

“Well she definitely paid me some compliments. That’s always nice. But no not really, I guess she was just sort of my type – proud face, dreamy eyes. You know you remind me of her a bit!”

Seraphine was happy to hear that. She smiled: “I might almost imagine you were flirting with me!” Sandy smiled back – a radiant unreserved smile. Seraphine was almost sure that those hands were moving higher now. The tension was getting to her, and the warmth down there had changed – she had to admit it – to a kind of hunger, a kind of longing.

“Can I ask your name,” Seraphine said.

“It’s Sandy.”

“Hi, I’m Seraphine… Do you mind escort bursa if I tell you something, Sandy.”

“Go ahead.”

“Well, don’t take this wrong, but you really are gorgeous!”

Sandy smiled, and Seraphine added quickly.

“I mean objectively speaking… if you like that sort of thing.”

Sandy raised an eyebrow and looked at the older woman as if to say: “You phoney! Just tell it like it is!”

“Well you know,” Seraphine continued. “I’m not into women, but somehow…”

“Somehow what?” The hands were DEFINITELY higher now, grazing the edge of Seraphine’s panties, and the older woman knew she was getting really wet down there.

“Somehow your face and the way you carry yourself, your touch, your scent… I don’t know, somehow I… do I have to say it?”

“I think I get your drift, honey.” Sandy smiled, stood up, and calmly moved her hand to the zip at the front of her short white dress. Slowly, she started to push it lower, lower, slipping her shoulders free and revealing a bright white brazier pushed tight by firm breasts that were neither small nor large.

Seraphine thought she was going to come right there. She fixed her eyes on the zip as it continued its downward path, down across the black girl’s belly. And soon Sandy was stepping free from the dress, revealing tight white panties cut like shorts. As Sandy bent over to pick up her dress, Seraphine gave a little gasp. The black girl’s bum was so adorable – fit, muscular and surprisingly large, packed tight into those white panties. Seraphine felt a little orgasm rush across her stomach – wow, that was a first with a woman, and Sandy was not even touching her!

Sandy was looking intensely at her client now. Had she noticed the mini-orgasm? “I noticed you watching me undress,” Sandy said. “Do you like what you see?”

“Well, yes,” Seraphine stumbled “You’re pretty… you’re pretty gorgeous.”

“Well, thank you, kind lady! I told you I liked compliments. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that I reward compliments”

“Reward?”

“Well, listen. You know that tight black skirt you’re wearing? What do you say we lose it. I think the massage could be way more relaxing without it, way more rewarding. Don’t you honey?”

“I’m game”

“Well, that’s the best news I’ve had all day.”

Sandy strode confidently to the massage table, slipped free the fastener at the side of Seraphine’s skirt, and unzipped it quickly, pulling it over the older woman’s thighs before her client could even think to protest. Far from protesting, though, there was plenty of cooperation from Seraphine. Sandy noticed with relish that her client had quickly raised her hips to help ease the skirt to the floor.

“Do you know how sexy you look in those black panties?”

Seraphine was not sure how to answer that question. She said, a little weakly: “Er, how sexy?”

“Well, put it this way honey. I am getting wetter than a rainy bursa escort bayan Sunday looking at you!”

Seraphine laughed, enjoying this (new) release of tension: “I’m not too confident in my body right now.”

“Are you kidding me?” Sandy was smiling broadly. “I bet you have queues of guys wanting to get to know you. And I’ll bet you make some of the girls waver a little too!”

“Are you wavering?”

“Honey, I’m not wavering. I’m drowning! I’m in so deep I’m gonna get the bends when I come to the surface!”

Seraphine definitely enjoyed the way her masseur talked. The smart lines and confidence-boosting was a heady combination. And then there was that body, glistening with sweat now, moving to kneel astride her, lithe like a dancer, quicksilver in its movements.

Seraphine could hardly wait any more. She was staring at Sandy’s lips now, open and a little moist, and wondering what it would be like to kiss them, to feel them on her stomach, or even a little lower. She could feel herself getting very wet now.

“Turn over!” Sandy was commanding her now, and Seraphine quickly swivelled onto her stomach. In a flash, she felt two eager hands pulling on either side of her black panties, tugging them eagerly free, even a little roughly. And then again before Seraphine could react, she felt her hips being pulled high into the air, and that sweet hungry sexy face pushing into her pussy, licking, sucking, probing, tonguing. Oh fuck, that felt good! Seraphine, now groaning loudly, was ready to explode and lifted her hips still higher. Sandy turned to face the ceiling and passed her head between Seraphine’s legs so that she could gorge herself more comfortably on that sweet juice. Every now and then she glanced up at Seraphine, who was still in her white T-shirt – with those bright green eyes expressing her passion and devotion to her client’s pleasure. The sight of those beautiful eyes made Seraphine come instantly and she gripped the black girl’s head tight between her thighs, savouring the soft tongue lapping at the rainforest down there.

Desperate now to return the favour, Seraphine swivelled round so she was facing Sandy’s feet and began kissing the black girl’s knees and thighs.

“I want to taste you too, to make you come!” Seraphine moved her lips against the white satin shine of Sandy’s panties, pushing hard with her neck muscles, rubbing rhythmically up and down. Soon those panties too were lying on the floor and Seraphine was giving as good has she had gotten, lost in her own desire, unrestrained, unselfish and completely self-centred, totally alive and disappearing too, taking each groan and scream of delight as her own, drinking but still thirsty, eating but still hungry. And when she heard the ecstatic moan of her lover’s orgasm, she was instantly orgasmic herself – a deep raw rush of warmth that flooded her whole body and left her spent, motionless and utterly relaxed.

**

The two women had just got dressed in silence, no tension and no desire. “Next time you come,” the masseur said, “Just ask for Sandy.”

“I could write it down,” she continued, “but I think you’ll remember it.”

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I can’t believe I lost so much time daydreaming today.

I’m actually kind of embarrassed about it; you know what my classload is like this semester, Sylvie. I don’t have time to daydream, especially not with finals coming up. Remember how I told you I was going to the library today and I was going to really hit the books hard for at least five hours?

Shyeah. Like that happened. It’s not fair, having weather this nice when we’re trying to study! And it’s extra not fair having a library with big, wide, panoramic windows that show the whole freaking campus! Here I am, staring at engineering textbooks that can make a student’s eyes glaze over at the best of times, and what am I looking out over? Hacky sack, frisbee, and sun-tanning! I think I got about two paragraphs in before my eyes wandered up over the textbook to stare at the warm, sunny afternoon.

I tried to keep my focus at first, I really did. I dragged my eyes back down to circuit diagrams and tried to calculate resistances, but every few minutes my pencil would just start doodling and my eyes would drift back out to gaze aimlessly. I could just picture it in my head, the lazy heat of late spring and the breeze just strong enough to cool that heat off. It just felt so vivid to me that the real world of the library just sort of faded away, and the only thing I saw was the picture inside my head.

I was sun-bathing. I don’t really tan, actually; I’m an engineering student, I think it’s in our contract that we have to have milk-white skin regardless of gender. But in my daydream, I was in a tiny little electric blue bikini, and I was spreading out my towel, and everyone was looking at me–and not in that creepy, weird, “Does she know she has that mole there?” sort of way, like I always worry everyone’s looking at me when I’m showing any skin. No, they were looking at me like I was actually pretty–oh, shush, Sylvie. You always say that.

And in the daydream, I lay down on my towel, and just as I got out the suntan lotion, one of the hacky sack players broke away from the game and wandered over to me. And he knelt down next to me, and he said, “Do you need any help putting the lotion on?” He had just the tiniest trace of a French accent, and he looked…don’t laugh, okay? He looked like Adrien Brody in ‘King Kong’. And I looked at those long, slender hands and I gave this tiny little nod, because the sun was so warm and I was already so relaxed and it just felt like too much effort to move, even in my daydream.

I could imagine it so perfectly, Sylvie. It felt way more real than the library. I could actually feel the coolness of the lotion as it dribbled out of the bottle onto my back, and I could feel the warmth of his hands as he worked it into my skin. It felt so good, like all my muscles were melting, and I let out a little whimper.

Then I realized I’d actually whimpered out loud. That snapped me out of the daydream pretty quick. I know I was blushing as I looked around, but it must not have been that loud because nobody was glaring at me or anything. I tried to refocus my eyes; I must have sat there blinking for about a solid minute before the text looked like anything but blurry squiggles to me. I’m sure it was totally obvious to anyone who looked that I was off in la-la land.

My bursa escort trip back to reality didn’t last long at all. I read about six pages before I realized that I couldn’t actually tell you what was on any of them; I’d just been sitting there, turning pages and staring at the text without really taking any of it in. My eyes were seeing the words, but my mind was seeing the warm towel again, and feeling the hands on my body rubbing and massaging the lotion in. The campus had totally vanished, now; I was on a sandy beach, somewhere in the Mediterranean, staring off at that warm water that’s such a bright shade of blue that it almost seems fake. I didn’t know why my brain had decided on the Mediterranean, but a little voice in the back of my head kept describing it, and it sounded so good that I found myself going right along with the idea. The waves kept washing in onto the shore, making that dull crash that fades into a dull roar, and it all felt…perfect.

And after a while, the water seemed to float in, like the tide, but it was okay because I was on a raft. It felt even better that way, because I could actually feel the waves as well as see them and hear them, and it felt like I could drift and float that way forever. Those fingers kept rubbing and rubbing, and my eyes slid closed, and all I felt in the dream was warm sunshine on my back and warm water rippling against my fingers. All I had to do was relax and take it all in. All I had to do was let myself feel everything. All I had to do was lose myself in the fantasy.

That’s when I heard a little whisper tell me, “Why don’t I take your top off so I can rub the lotion in everywhere?” And it seemed so natural; even though my body was sitting there in the library, and on some level I knew that, on another level I knew that nobody would know what was going on in my mind’s eye. I could let the daydream become a little bit sexy, and that was okay. Nobody would know. Nobody would mind. I heard the whisper again, saying, “It’ll feel so good to let me rub the lotion everywhere,” and if I was melty in the daydream before, I was absolutely liquid now. I didn’t even nod, I just knew that they’d know, because we were all alone together and there was nothing at all wrong with letting whatever happened just happen. All I had to do was know that, and go along with that, and everything would be wonderful.

It was wonderful. I felt the fingers pull at the string that held my top on, and again at the strings that held my bottom on, and my bikini seemed to sort of…melt away, as those fingers found their way everywhere. It’s weird to think about how totally and completely I lost myself in that fantasy. I mean, there might have been anything going on around me, and there I was, just staring vacantly into space as I imagined a stranger petting my ass and rubbing my pussy. I probably wouldn’t even have noticed if someone had shouted, “Yo, Erica!” at me.

And I rolled over, and that felt even better, because those hands could get everywhere now. I felt fingers strumming my nipples, and I bucked upwards just a little and spread my legs wide open so that my pussy was wide open for them. And I knew that everything was alright, everything was perfect. I was just going along with the flow, going along with the fantasy, and that escort bursa was fine. That was exactly what I needed to do. All I needed to do was let the fantasy take me wherever it took me, and know that deep down, that was what I secretly wanted all along.

I…um…it’s kind of weird saying this, Sylvie, because I know we’ve been friends for almost a year now and I don’t want to wreck that, but…in the fantasy? I’m not sure when it happened, but the person putting on the suntan lotion stopped being Adrien Brody and started being you. And the person fingering me and rubbing me and leaning down to lick my tits…that was definitely you.

It really weirded me out at first. I sort of lost the fantasy, but my brain didn’t really want to go back to reality, either. I was still too dreamy and unfocused and…um, yeah. And horny. I sat there for a while, looking out the window but not seeing anything, not sure really what to think about at all. I kind of drifted into a different fantasy; this time, I was lying on a waterbed, and the motion of the bed reminded me so much of the motion of the raft that it sent me right back into that same drifty, floaty state of mind. Looking back, I’m not sure I ever really left it.

And then I felt someone crawling into bed next to me, and even before I looked, I knew it was you–the way you just know things in daydreams without needing to see them, you know? And we were both naked, and your skin felt so fucking good against mine, just a little cool from the air conditioning but warming up so fast wherever I touched it, and there was that little voice in the back of my head again telling me, “This is what you wanted, this is what you secretly wanted all along…”

And I remember blinking, like I couldn’t really believe it was happening, but I felt your fingers stroking the back of my neck and it felt so real to me, Sylvie! It felt so real that I just sank back into the daydream, only this time we were on a camping trip together. And we were sharing a sleeping bag, and I was lying on my back, looking up at the stars while you reached down and fingered my pussy. And you were whispering in my ear, telling me how hot it was, telling me how good it felt, telling me how all I needed to do was just give in and believe it, and the stars sparkled and danced and I felt myself drawn into them like my body was blazing just like they were…

But it still didn’t feel right. It still didn’t feel like what I secretly wanted, even though everything in my mind was telling me that it was. I let go of the fantasy, but I couldn’t let go of the thoughts of you. I was still in the library, but it was just another daydream. In this daydream, you were sitting right next to me, like the person who was there had gotten up and you’d sneaked in and sat down while I was staring off into space, and you were talking to me. And the weird thing was that you were saying exactly what I was thinking. Every time you spoke, it was the exact same thing I thought in my head. And that was so cool, and so weird, that I forgot to even think about exactly what it was that I was thinking and you were saying.

And suddenly, in the daydream, I thought about how horny I was, and how sexy you were, and how hot it would be to sneak off and find someplace to have sex. And I took bursa escort bayan your hand, and it felt warm in mine, and everything seemed so totally real to me. It felt totally real when we stood up and you started to lead me off towards the stacks. And the whole time, I kept thinking, “Sylvie’s so hot. This is what I secretly wanted. This is going to feel so good, better than the best sex I ever had,” and this time I knew it was true. I couldn’t deny it anymore. It felt too real to me. I could even see your lips mirroring my thoughts, and I just couldn’t fight the truth of it anymore.

You led me down into the stacks, deep down into the archives until we couldn’t hear anyone breathing but us anymore. It felt so right, so magical and charmed as you pressed me back against a bookshelf and kissed me so hard it took my breath away. I heard myself moaning into your mouth, and I felt you unzip my pants and reach inside the waistband of my panties. They were soaking wet, Sylvie. Wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. I was totally lost in the fantasy, lost in the daydream. I knew that the voice in the back of my head was right. I wanted you. I needed you. And I realized right then that you’d wanted me ever since you first saw me.

It felt absolutely fucking perfect, Sylvie. You pulled up my t-shirt, undid my bra and dropped it on the floor, and then you pressed my hands to my own tits. And I knew as soon as you did it that they were locked there, that they wouldn’t be able to move until I came, and your words echoed my thoughts before I even thought them and that felt so utterly right that I almost came right there. But I didn’t, because I knew you wanted to lick me first.

And you did. You dropped to your knees and buried your face in my panties, inhaling my scent and rubbing your face against the damp fabric until I moaned in utter, aching need. Then you pulled my pants and panties down and licked and licked and licked, and I knew that anyone walking by would see me with my pants around my ankles and my shirt around my neck, bare-ass naked and getting eaten out and that was so fucking hot and sexy and I came and I came and I came. I couldn’t stop. You didn’t want me to stop, and in my daydream, everything you wanted was the right thing for me to do and say and think and feel.

And when I finally sagged down onto your face enough that you could tell I couldn’t come anymore, you stood up and kissed me, and I could taste myself on your lips. And I suddenly wondered what you tasted like, but I also knew I’d have to wait to find out. I’ve been thinking about it all day, Sylvie. I haven’t been able to stop. I hope that doesn’t creep you out, because I really…I just really need to taste you. I really need to lick your pussy.

That was why I wanted to tell you about all this, Sylvie, because I realized that the feelings I had in the daydream are real. I know it now, deep in my deepest self. When I fantasized about you, that was just my deepest self telling me what I secretly wanted all along.

And you were so sweet in my daydream, helping me get dressed, walking me back up to my chair, sitting me down…you gave me the tiniest little caress on the back of my neck, and somehow I knew it was a promise of more. And then, in my daydream, you walked away, and I sat there for a while before I finally refocused back on the real world and started to get into my textbook again.

I wish I knew what I did with my pencil while I was off daydreaming, though.

THE END

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** The Happy Ending 3 – The Science of LSRT **

Michele had contacted me discretely, asking that we meet for dinner and some conversation regarding work she was doing related to massage therapy. I was happy to do it, and we set the date for a week out at a pleasant spot that was out of the way and not frequented by anyone either of us knew. I arrived early as usual, and was half way through my beer when she arrived.

“Thanks for coming” she said with a warm smile. “I only have a few clients I can really talk to, so…”

“No problem lady. Glad to do it.” I told her, giving her a warm hug. “What can I order for you?” I asked.

“Um… what the hell, I can do one drink, right?” she laughed. “I’ll have a Cosmo” she replied.

Rather than waiting I went to the bar, ordered the drink as well as another beer for myself, and returned to the table. “Thanks” Michele said, giving me a wink as she took the glass.

I nodded in response. “So… what’s cookin’?” I asked, eager to hear whatever she had to propose.

“Well… I have a new set of techniques and protocols I have named Libido Stress Reduction Therapy, or LSRT for short.” she began. “And yes, it is closely related to what you and I have done in our two special sessions.” she told me.

“Sounds interesting. How can I help?” I asked, taking a sip of my brew.

Michele reached down and took out a file labeled ‘LSRT’, setting it on the table in front of me. “I would like you to take a look at this, let me know what you think. I may even make a formal proposal to the AMT group if this works out.” she said, giving me a smile.

I opened the folder and began skimming the document, which had a fair amount of ‘science’ in it which went over my head; but some of the keys had to do with the therapist training the muscles of her rear opening to work the penis of the client in specific ways to relieve stress in the organs, nerves, and muscles associated with the libido. The document was very clear in stating that it was NOT about sexual release; but was truly a stress relief therapy. Her studies went on to explain why the anus and rectum were uniquely capable of providing this therapy IF the therapist was properly trained. Fifteen minutes after I opened the folder I closed it, raising my glass. “I’m not any sort of doctor so I can’t really comment on the science; but I can say from experience that the therapy works.” I told her.

“Okay. Well I’m sure you wouldn’t mind helping with my research, right?” she asked. I nodded in response. “Great. One of the most important aspects of this project will be training other therapists to perform this particular treatment.” she continued.

Um… okay, so…” I let my words trail off.

“So I’ll be asking you to accept your treatment from other therapists and report back to me on their results.” Michele told me. She looked up and nodded to someone behind me, and a lovely young woman appeared. “Ray, this is Raina” she introduced us. I stood up and accepted her hand.

“Pleased to meet you sir. Michele has told me you are a valued client and have been involved with her in this project.” Raina said as she shook my hand, her eyes locked on mine.

“Yes, indeed I have” I replied, sitting down again as she joined us.

“So… Ray… have you had anal sex with Michele?” she asked a question I quickly realized was ‘trick’.

“No. No I haven’t. What I have done is experience a very special therapy during my massage sessions.” I replied, getting a nod and a smile from Michele.

“Good answer Ray.” Raina said, adding her own smile to the group. She really was quite striking; but looked very young. “I just don’t want to think that this therapy somehow labels me as some kind of… you know… prostitute.” she added.

“Not at all Raina. If all I wanted was sex I can get that elsewhere. What I have received from Michele is in fact a very special therapy. That it involves parts of our bodies which might otherwise be considered sexual organs is really not relevant.” I responded. “The benefits associated with the therapy are far deeper than just sex.” I added, getting a nod from Michele.

“I see, so you don’t perceive this therapy as sexual?” Raina pursued.

At this point Michele interceded. “I think Ray has answered that already, so there’s really no need to go any further.” she said. “Ray, let me fill you in on the project, where we are now, what Raina’s role will be and all that, okay?” she suggested. I nodded. “Alright, well I’ve been given a green light by the institute to proceed with my research in a strictly limited fashion. I met Raina through the graduate placement program, and she is interested in joining the project – along with my private massage therapy practice – as my intern.” Michele began.

“Ah… so she will be watching and learning?” I suggested.

“Well… no actually…” Raina responded. “I’ve been training with Michele, and will be doing some of the therapy once she passes me on to those exercises.” she told me.

Michele nodded. “Yes, that’s right. And I believe Raina is getting very close to being ready to take on a altyazılı porno session – with my supervision of course.” she added.

“And… you would like me to be her… eh… practice dummy?” I asked with a laugh.

“Guinea Pig would be a better analogy I think; but yes.” Michele said, joining in the laugh. “At your next therapy session, which I think is next week, she will be providing both the massage and the… uh… LSR therapy.” she added, winking at me.

Raina excused herself to the restroom, leaving Michele and I alone for a few minutes. I had the opportunity to take a quick look at her luscious round backside as she walked away, and Michele noticed. “She does have a fine booty, doesn’t she?” she laughed. “Listen Ray, I wouldn’t ask anyone else to do this for me. Raina is young; but honestly she has approached every aspect of this thing with clinical precision with an eye toward the science of it. I know it sounds a little funny; but she has been so diligent about the training and conditioning of her muscles – you know – back there…” she continued. She gave a quick wave, letting me know Raina was on her way back. When she arrived at the table Michele got up. “Ray, sorry to do this to you; but I really must get back. I’ll see you next week. Raina, feel free to hang here with Ray if you like. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” she said, throwing her bag over her shoulder and turning to walk away.

Raina smiled at me nervously. “So… Ray… what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?” she giggled. “I’ll have what you’re having.” she added.

A lovely young woman with a fantastic derriere drinks beer! I thought, walking to the bar to bring back two cold ones. “Here you are my dear.” I said, setting the frosted mug down to pour her glass. “Cheers!”

She took a sip of her brew, eyeing me the whole time. “Okay Ray, so most of the men I’ve been with have wanted me to… you know… use my mouth to get them ready” she said. I let her continue. “So do you want… or need… oral stimulation to get your… organ ready for… you know…” she stammered. “Michele mentioned that she did that for you; but that you didn’t need it.” she added.

“Raina, I won’t lie to you, I enjoy fellatio as much as the next warm-blooded male. And Michele offered that as a part of the therapy so I let her provide the service.” I told her. “But I don’t think I would need oral stimulation from either of you.” I concluded.

She nodded. “Okay, well thank you. I admit I don’t find fellatio to be a particularly enjoyable act.” she said.

I caught that. “Raina, it isn’t about enjoyment. It’s therapy.” I clarified.

“Um… true enough I guess… I don’t know…” Raina replied.

I held up my hand. “Listen sweetie. Just relax. Michele knows what she’s doing. If she thinks you’re ready for this, then you are ready for this. I’m happy to be your guinea pig.” I told her.

Raina drank half of her beer as she thought about things. “Thanks Ray. I guess the whole idea that I’m going to let you put your…. penis… in my…” she stammered.

“Whoa there a second. This is therapy. I am the patient, not some kind of sexual predator sweetie. You decide when – and how – this all happens.” I calmed her.

She laughed, finishing her beer and giving the barkeep the signal for another round. “Geez. I’m such a nerd.” she said. “I’m not letting you f-fuck me up the ass, I’m using my rectal channel as a therapy instrument.” she giggled. “Doesn’t that sound funny?” she asked, giggling at the thought.

I shook my head. “Not at all. That’s precisely what we’re talking about.” I told her. “That is what Michele’s project is all about.” I added.

Raina stood up. “I’m sorry. Beer just goes through me. I’ll be right back.” she said, letting her fingertips drag up my forearm as she walked to the restroom. I took the opportunity to take in a more complete look this time, damn near drooling at Raina’s fantastic rump. Yes indeed. I shall gladly let her squeeze my dick in that backside I thought.

We finished another beer then bid each other a pleasant evening, looking forward to the next session at Michele’s. While I knew the very pleasant – and a bit sexual – experience I was accustomed to wouldn’t be there, I also knew I would be enjoying the snug channel hiding between those incredible butt cheeks. Raina had confessed that she’d had anal intercourse only a few times, and while she enjoyed the sensations associated with the actual penetration of her anus and rectum, the men she was with were ill-prepared, inexperienced, and clumsy which made the whole thing just a bit uncomfortable. I shall be as deft and as gentle as I can I vowed to myself.

The day finally arrived and I drove up to Michele’s very private Therapy Alcove, noting that both Michele’s car and another I wasn’t familiar with were parked in the carport. The little Honda suited Raina’s personality. Must be hers. I parked and walked into the lobby, the door ringing a bell when I entered. Michele appeared, wearing a more ‘normal’ outfit of jeans and a relatively thin shirt. “Hey Ray.” she greeted me. “Raina is almost ready. We’ve just been going over some things.” she told me.

“No problem. mobil porno I’m early as usual.” I replied.

“I know I don’t need to say this; but just let her do all the work.” Michele said softly. “She needs to build up some confidence and all that.”

I nodded in acknowledgement just as Raina appeared in the doorway, dressed in a snug-fitting cotton shirt and khaki pants that hugged her form in a tasteful way. She gave me a broad smile. “Hi Ray. Are you ready for me?” she asked.

“I think so!” I replied, following her lead into the therapy room. I gave Michele a wink as I passed by, getting one from her in return.

“Anything in particular you want me to work on?” Raina asked, blushing almost immediately. “I mean… you know…”

“Nope.” I replied. “Just a tuneup this time.”

“Okay, you know the drill. I’ll be back when you’re ready.” she said, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. I stripped quickly and lay down on the table, face down and covered with the blanket. A minute later the door opened and both ladies enterred. Raina began very much the same as Michele did, kneading the oils into my back as her skilled fingers found the places that required her attention. After working my back, shoulders, and neck she moved down to my legs and feet then covered me. “Turn over please Ray” she said, holding the blanket away from me to enable my flip. Again her hands worked my legs, reaching up my thighs to gently touch my genitals before moving back up to knead and stretch my arms and shoulders. She had her act together and quickly stripped out of her khaki’s and panties before coating her palm with a different oil to gently fondle and stroke my cock under the covers. “Okay Ray, we’re moving on to the LSR therapy now – if you’re ready.” Raina said, her fingers quickly bringing my organ to full strength. “If you wouldn’t mind, I would appreciate no touching during the therapy; but kindly be ready to spot me. I haven’t done this part of it for real yet.” she giggled, stepping onto the small stool before climbing onto the table with me. She swung one leg over my torso, facing toward me as she reached back to guide my dick. “Here we go” she said, lowering her hips until my cockhead was pressed against her anus. “nnNNN” she let out a low grunt as my organ pushed past her sphincter for the first time. “ohhhh” Raina let out another low moan, easing her hips downward to take my shaft into her rectal chute.

“Okay Raina. Just relax and let the phallus penetrate you.” Michele told her, watching carefully as her protege’ executed her training for the first time. “That’s it… easy now… you want full penetration before your muscles begin the therapy. And Ray, I know this will sound a little odd; but please try to relax so Raina can get some practice with the therapy techniques.” she added, leaning in close to watch as my cock pushed fully into Raina’s asshole. “There we go, all the way in. Now just relax for a minute before you go to work honey. Let your body get used to it first.” Michele provided guidance.

I was in a bit of a conflict with the pretty young woman trying to remain ‘clinically distant’ from me with my penis fully engulfed in her rectum and her face just inches from mine. Had it been Michele there would have been a lot more touching and kissing going on; but I understood the objective. Raina’s asshole was very tight, being unaccustomed to penile penetration of any kind. I could tell she was having a tough time as her butt trembled with small spasms while she tried to relax. These twitches were completely involuntary; but they still had an affect on my organ inside her. I offered my hands on her shoulders to keep the small distance between our torsos. “Relax Raina. Don’t worry about me right now. I’ll do my best not to lose it.” I told her in as reassuring a voice as I could muster. It took several minutes before her bottom calmed down.

“Ray… does it… feel good?” Raina asked, remaining still on top of me. “I mean…”

“It feels very nice Raina. Just relax sweetie.” I replied, making every effort to refrain from twitching my penis inside her ass.

“Okay Raina. Let’s see if you can control those muscles now.” Michele directed. “Nice and easy. Just give the penis a little massage.” she added, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

Her butt was definitely full, much moreso than it was when she was practicing on the Sybian Michele had set up for her. Raina closed her eyes and clenched, once… twice… and on the third deliberate clench her rectal chute spasmed several times involuntarily. “unnghhh” she grunted, focusing her nerve centers to return to the relaxed state. “Uh… sorry…” she mumbled, moving her hips up and back down slowly. Ray’s penis twitched inside her and she could feel him doing the same – focusing hard to get back to the relaxed state. “thanks Ray” she whispered.

“You’re doing fine guys.” Michele said. “Focus is the key to making this therapy work.” she added.

“uh… Michele?” I got her attention. She came up to stand next to my face. “I think maybe more lube would help both of us.” I suggested, fighting another twitch.

“Okay, we can do that.” Michele said. “Raina, why don’t sex izle you just ease yourself up and off of Ray and let me add some lubricant.” she directed, watching as the young woman slowly pulled her hips up until my cock slipped from her rear. To my surprise I felt Michele’s mouth engulf my cock – just for a few seconds – adding her spittle to coat my organ before she slipped the lube applicator into Raina’s bottom and gave it a healthy squeeze. “Two fingers now Raina” she said, and I watched Raina’s face contort with the intrusion as again Michele gave my dick a nice suck. “Alright, let’s go back in there.” Michele said, guiding my penis to the slippery wrinkle between Raina’s cheeks. “Easy does it… easy… good… all the way in” she directed the penetration. Her asshole was still tight; but it was easier. “Is that better Ray?” she asked. I nodded and gave her a wink.

The added lube made the penetration easier, and gave the walls of Raina’s rectal chute more freedom to move on my shaft without triggering spasms in either of us. A long minute of focused relaxation and we were ready to try again. She opened her eyes and looked at me as if to ask permission, and I nodded as my hands gently grasped her shoulders. Her eyes closed again, and I felt her clench once… twice… three times… four times… then on the fifth her anal ring clenched hard. Raina groaned. “Relax sweetie. You’ll get there. Just relax.” I said softly. We held still for several minutes before the next round, for more than thirty minutes we worked through the exercise, pausing for additional lubricant one more time. Raina could get through a dozen controlled muscle actions, then her natural responses would take over and her tight little butthole would quiver around my penis, drawing a response from my organ every time.

“OhhhhKaayyyy kids, I think we’ve done well for the first session.” Michele said. “Great job Raina. Now let’s let Ray reach his finish this time. Don’t worry if you move up and down, it’s natural.” she added.

Raina relaxed one final time, then began working my cock in earnest. I could see in her face that she was enjoying the ‘task’ in a way that was unmistakably sexual, muffling her own squeals as her hips started easing up and down. The muscle contractions became spasms and convulsions as her asshole rode up and down my shaft. “ohhhhhyes.” I grunted, trying to refrain from grabbing her hips to pound my dick up her butt. Raina did a fine job of that, her hips becoming almost a blur as she took my penis deep into her anal port, squeezing hard with her sphincter on every stroke. “ohgodd… yes… YES…. YEAHHHHH….” I growled, my balls emptying into her bowels in spurts of pure pleasure. Raina stayed there with her ass full of my meat until my breathing returned to normal, then gently eased herself off of my still erect cock as Michele helped her dismount from the table.

“Did you enjoy that Ray?” Raina asked, giggling softly.

“Oh yes Raina. You did very well.” I replied, trying to keep it clinical.

“Yes you did Raina. Great job.” Michele said, putting her arm around the girl’s shoulder. “You can go ahead and cleanup now” she said, watching Raina grab her panties and khaki’s before she headed out of the room. She pulled a couple of sanitary wipes from the dispenser and gently wiped off my genitals. I was still rock hard, and her touch was almost too much. My dick twitched in her hand and she looked into my eyes. “Hey now mister.” she laughed. “Therapy session is over” she added. Her voice changed to a whisper. “I’ll get Raina off to work and we can continue if you like” she said, dipping her head to gently suckle on the head of my dick before heading out of the room to intercept her protege’.

I laid there, letting my libido calm down a little bit as I waited. A knock came at the door. “Yes?” I responded. Raina poked her head in, a big smile on her pretty face. “Okay Ray, I’m off. Thanks for putting up with me, I hope it wasn’t too bad.” she giggled. “See you next time?” she queried.

“It was very nice Raina, you did great. I’ll definitely see you next time.” I replied, returning her smile.

She disappeared and shortly afterward I heard the front door close as she left, then her car started and rolled away. A minute later Michele came back into the room, pulling her shirt over her head before yanking off her jeans and panties. She came to the table, grinning as her fingers wrapped around my penis which had begun to soften while I waited. “Ooooo… he needs a little somethin’ I think” she said, quickly moving to wrap her lips around my meat. I reached down to grab a handful of her tiny little butt, insinuating a finger between her cheeks as she sucked my cock. She showed her strength, hoisting her body up and over me to straddle my face without losing oral contact with my dick. My hands grabbed her buttocks, spreading them to reveal her snug little wrinkle as my tongue flicked at her clit and lapped the length of her damp petals. We only needed a few minutes and she was ready, swinging her body around without taking her fingers off my member as she lowered herself down. “ohhhhhyessss….” she groaned as my penis enterred her bottom. Her hips slammed down onto my organ, driving it deep into her ass, then she anchored herself with her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Time for some THERAPY” she growled, clenching her rectal muscles around my dick in controlled ripples of exquisite tension.

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I woke up from a deep slumber to an empty and unfamiliar bed. I could still taste Kent in my mouth and my ass was still buzzing from losing my cherry. The coach noticed me stirring and called out from the couch.

“Hey champ, get that tasty ass of yours showered up for breakfast; you only have an hour before we leave for the meet,” he muttered with a sexy grin on his face.

I glanced over at the coach who was kicking back on the couch, clad only in a red speedo that of course accentuated that delicious bulge, the bulge that had delivered a load down my throat and another one far up my bowels. He had such a perfect body. And then he flashed his winning smile, the one that got me on my knees and later on all fours. This course confirmed that I had made the right decision by taking him at both ends.

I grinned back and without delay I hopped into the shower to remove the remnants of the memorable evening. As the warm water cascaded off my relaxed body, I reflected on the turn of events from last night. I had been tag teamed and lost my cherry in a mere half hour. Althought I still ached a little bit, it wasn’t an unpleasant ache, but I could definitely feel the after effects in my no longer virgin ass.

The coach opened the door. “Let’s go, slowpoke. Go eat as you’ll need the energy today. You have two individual finals and the relay final. I’m putting you in as a breaststroker.”

“What about Kent?”

“Your times were better, Kent will understand. And if he doesn’t, too bad, you earned it.”

He hadn’t mentioned anything about last night’s events and I didn’t even know what to say or how to act, so I excused myself back to my own room. As I walked down the hall, I saw Jason heading towards the elevator. He had a smirk on his face, so I knew Kent had probably told him what happened. I felt awkward and ran to my room, got changed into my suit, grabbed my gear bag, and went downstairs to breakfast. Breakfast was fairly uneventful, I sat with Dave, who seemed not to know what had transpired the night before so we made small talk and discussed the events for the day.

The coach was all business at the meet. He was intense as always and of course encouraged all of his swimmers. He pulled me aside before the first event and said,

“Mike, I’m counting on you to really bring us this title. You have always come through for me, and I know today won’t be any different. Make me proud, like you did last night, okay?” He gave me one of those pats on the ass that lasted a second too long and whispered into my ear, “The best ass I’ve ever had, mmmmm,” as he pushed me towards the blocks.

As a team we had a great day, and we won the overall meet by eight points. I finished second and third in my races and we won the relay, which gave us the overall title. Kent finished just behind me, fourth in both races, and was congratulatory when he saw me. The coach was ecstatic, and told the team how proud he was of us. We arrived at the hotel around 7 and we headed to our rooms to get ready for dinner.

to our room to get ready for dinner.

Dave and I collapsed on our beds after such a long day. I let Dave shower first and packed all my stuff into my suitcase as we would be departing early the next morning. Dave emerged from the shower, clad in a towel and said, “All yours, Mike.”

As I showered the chlorine off me, I realized my ass didn’t hurt as much as it had in the morning. Not that I was looking to do it anytime again soon, but was impressed that it didnt hurt as much as I thought it would. After all, the coach has a missile between his legs and he had made sure to get it all the way inside me. Just like I had seen Dave getting reamed by Jason, I too had learned to take and enjoy having porno izle a huge dick buried up my ass. I never in a million years would have thought I would have let a man do that to me, but alas, this team provided me with many firsts. My cock began to grow as my thoughts reflected to the activities of the night before, how the coach had me suck him off and then how he completely took me and then finally how I had been filled on both ends by him and Kent.

Dave noticed my huge hard on under my towel as I got out of the shower. He whistled out loud and asked what had suddenly got me all hot and bothered. I just answered must have been the warm water and all the hot guys in speedos today. He must have been thinking about the same thing because he looked like his shorts were pretty full as well.

I sat on my bed and felt Dave’s eyes almost burning a hole in my towel. He couldn’t take his eyes of my crotch. I knew the look. It was the same look I had when I saw the coach in the speedo for the first time. It was a look of hunger.

“Mike, I’ve been jerking off thinking about you, your body, and your hot cock. I wasn’t the only person checking you out today as you stood all confident in that packed speedo. Not for nothing, but I would really like another taste of you.” His eyes drilled into me as he ran his tongue slowly around his lips. He was obviously both very serious and very ready.

Before I had a chance to answer, he slid off his bed and was on his knees between my legs. He unwrapped my towel and let my eight inch engorged cock spring free. Dave opened his mouth and in one swoop was all the way to the base of my hard rod. They way he engulfed my hardness with his warm and soft mouth made me weak in the knees and I had to hold the side of the bed for support. Moving his tongue rapidly and deliberately, he moaned on the way down and drooled all over until he made my entire cock shiny and slick. I sighed out loud and fell back on the bed to let this expert cocksucker go to work. Dave hummed and moaned as he expertly moved up and down my big dick. He gently cupped my balls as well as he dutifully performed his best work. Dave really was an expert sucker; it was obvious he had been trained well by Jason. Dave’s hands roamed all over my body and he began to make small circles around my nips as he continued nursing on my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Dave sensed this from my moaning and increased his pace on my spit covered tool. He pulled off my cock for a second and began sucking around the head. A pearly drop of precum exited the top, and Dave was quick to pounce on it. He lapped it up, looked up at me and moaned.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Dave quickly went back to work all the while maintaining eye contact with me. Dave was a pleaser; he enjoyed pleasing. And I was about to please him with a huge load of my DNA. As he tightened his mouth of my cock, he gently slid a finger up my hole. It was unexpected, but it slipped right it and the little fucker worked it in until he reached my prostate. He tapped on it a few times and I felt another spurt of precum slip out. He greedily moaned and gobbled it up. He pushed one more time and I was sent over the edge. I felt a monster orgasm build up in me and thrashed on the bed and yelled out as I shot in his mouth. Dave put his hand on my hip to steady me, but continued twisting his finger in my ass. I emptied myself right down his throat. He moaned as he made three big guttural swallows which I felt around my cock. He held me in his mouth until I grew soft and then withdrew his finger from my ass. I was completely wiped out. He on the other hand, grinned with excitement as he had just taken a monster load with apparently no difficulty.

“Thanks man, I needed that. That’s a talented mouth you got there.”

“Anytime Mike. Thanks for the appetizer. Now let’s grab dinner.”

At dinner, we sat with Kent and Jason and porno the coach congratulated the team and passed around the trophy and took some pictures. He gave us a great speech thanking us for our hard work and surprisingly he singled me out for being the team’s most valuable member. I was appreciative of the achievement and recognition but really didn’t think much of it as it was the team title that was the most important to all of us.

Kent and Jason congratulated me on the achievement, but Kent added a sentence right in front of Jason and Dave which was a bit of a dig.

“So, now the coach has a little pet it seems. Well, just remember who got you there and made you the cocksucker you are now.”

I was not about to let him get away with this, so I quickly replied.

“Well Kent, thanks I guess. It takes one to know one, since you did a great job on the coach a few weeks ago.”

Jason stopped eating his dessert and looked up incuriously, “Dude you blew the coach?”

“Like a pro”, I added, “and he swallowed every last drop.”

Kent gave me look with daggers in his eyes,

“Sorry, man I thought you knew.”

Jason of course always thought with the head below his belt. “Dude, you’ve ) been holding out on us, you could have helped us out when we needed it.”

“It’s never too late, right Kent? I said.

Kent muttered something about not putting up with “this bullshit” and left the table.

After dinner, as we headed back to our rooms for bed. I began to feel bad for exposing Kent but his last comment had bothered me so I didn’t feel all that bad. Dave and I stripped down to our briefs and retired to our respective beds.

Dave and I discussed the events of dinner and he couldn’t believe that Kent had blown the coach. I hadn’t told) him that I of course had done the same several times and there was a good chance the coach’s sperm was probably still in me somewhere. As far as he knew, I had only done oral on the two captains.

“You know, it probably wasn’t a good idea to embarrass Kent like that. He’s the team captain and I would hate to see him and Jason make it difficult for you. Especially if you want to be team captain in the future. Plus, the coach doesn’t like dissention among the team members; you know how important team is to him. You’re going to have to make it right.”

I really wasn’t worried about it, as I knew that the coach definitely was big on me. At at the same time, there would be nothing positive about demeaning Kent in the coach’s eyes, or in those of the rest of the team. At Dave’s prodding, I threw on a pair of shorts and went next door to Kent’s room to apologize to him for my comment.

I knocked on Kent’s door. I heard the tv on. Kent answered the door, already in his shorts, and I noticed that he was alone.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

Kent had a defeated look on his face, and invited me in. I noticed that Jason wasn’t there.

“Where’s Jason?” I asked.

“He’s in Rick’s room playing cards.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Listen, I didn’t mean to say that comment, I should have respected your privacy. The comment achieved nothing positive, but I noticed in the past days you seemed resentful of my accomplishments and the attention the coach paid to me. I never had any intention of replacing you or displacing you from being the top swimmer, but you have to understand I have to do my best for the team. That is what the coach wants, do you understand that?

“Yes”

“And I’ve done everything you have asked of me, and more. I’ve swallowed every drop of your sperm from the second day I met you. You were the first guy I ever did anything with and the first dick I ever sucked. Ive done anything and everything to please you and make you proud. I’ve done everything for the team. What more do you want from me, man?”

Dave sat down and leaned against the headboard. rokettube “You’re right Mike, and I’m sorry. I had my eye on you from day one, and at first I enjoyed making you submit to me and do what I wanted, especially when I forced you to blow me with an audience. But then I saw you differently. It all started when Jason started the bullshit about taking your cherry. I wasn’t going to let him. But when I saw the coach take you, something inside me snapped. I guess in my mind I always saw that as my job. And it bugged me that I should be the first guy inside you. I know I was an arrogant prick to you at first, but I guess I feel a little more than that now, that’s all.”

I was taken aback by this sudden confession. The sincerity in his words and his eyes were genuine.

“The coach has always been the alpha male of the team, and he’s a great guy. I care for him and would do anything for him, no questions asked. And three years ago, I was in the same position as you. I swallowed him and he took my cherry too. But he had never had a three way before, so when he invited me into the room, I thought I would have a chance at your ass. But he told me in no uncertain terms that your ass was his for the taking and I was only to fuck your face. You know no one argues with the coach. I didn’t think it would bother me, but it did. I felt like he was taking something that was mine.”

“It almost sounds like you were a little jealous, Kent. I’m flattered. Didn’t know you felt that way.”

Kent didn’t say anything. He looked deep in my eyes for a few seconds, moved over on the bed and suddenly was right next to me. He placed a hand on my leg and leaned over and kissed me. His hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him. I literally fell into his arms. He kissed me deeply, passionately, and he moaned as he rubbed his hands over my body

I was dumbfounded from the passion and said nothing, but just allowed Kent to continue doing what he wanted. Kent took my shirt off and licked my nipples and began licking a path towards my crotch. In one swift movement my shorts and briefs were gone and his hand was on my cock. I was rock hard as he continued to lick a path to my crotch. He smiled as he looked at my swollen cock in all of its proud glory.

“I want to show you what you mean to me,” he whispered as he began to twirl his tongue around my sensitive cockhead. He coaxed a few drops of precum out and continued his journey downward. His eyes were closed and he looked so happy and content.

I gently placed my hand on the top of his head as Kent moved up and down on my cockhead, barely stopping to take a breath. He had travelled all the way down to my balls and had successfully swallowed my eight inches without the slightest evidence of a gag.

“You like?” I asked.

He uttered a faint “mmm hmm” which was barely audible given how full his throat was. Kent was an expert sucker and varied between speeds and mouth pressure. I was even more turned on knowing I had the team stud doing everything in his power to please me. After about a minute, I felt that familiar light headedness and that twitching in my balls. I was getting close and Kent knew it. He increased his efforts on my cock with a deeper and quicker sucking.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me shoot, man. Are you going to be a good teammate and take it all?”

Kent whispered a quick ” hell yeah” and didn’t miss a beat. He had his stretched out mouth in a perfect “O” shape and went back to work. I held the back of his head as I began to shoot. My ass bucked up off the bed but Kent steadied me with his arms as he gathered my sperm in my mouth. When I came down from this crazy ride, he pulled off and I saw his cheeks were all puffed out.

“You got all my jizz there, baby?” I asked him.

Kent nodded as he looked up from on his knees. I noticed his eyes were filled with passion as struggled to maintain the huge mouthful I had delivered in his mouth. He then tossed his head back and took my load down in three big gulps. He looked so satisfied.

He then looked up at me and said, “Mike, I want to make love to you.”

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Chapter 22.

In which our hero enjoys an afternoon delight.

It is Sunday afternoon and the last lap of the race has just started. Two of my teammates are behind me and we are in the lead group of twenty or so. Our sprinter is the last in line. My job is to keep us near but not at the front until we are within the last mile before the finish line. My legs are beyond burning as the pace of the race has been brutal. But we have a chance to win if we can stay with this group for this last lap. My legs feel numb, but there are still seven miles to go in the race, and then six, and five. Finally we are on the last mile and the real race begins. The other teams and riders weave back and forth with clear gaps in front of me opening and closing. My objective now is to accelerate through a gap so that the sprinter can be launched with a clear path to the finish line. But it must be the correct gap. Choose too early and we will be overtaken by others, too late and the sprinter won’t be able to accelerate fast enough to reach the line for the win. So I bide my time, allowing gaps to open and close, my two teammates locked on my wheel, trusting me implicitly. All I can see are male hips in front of me, all working frantically to pump on pedals. I wait until I judge the distance to the line at two hundred yards and give it everything I have, accelerating through a gap that has opened. We break free and I continue for another fifty yards when I pull off out of the way. My two teammates rocket by me and my job is over; I can coast to the finish, completely spent from the effort. It is impossible to see who actually wins in the confusion of weaving bikes and straining riders. But eventually I see a familiar jersey with arms raised high in a victory salute and know that we have won. Later over a beer we reprise the race, each of us contributing our perspective. I love my teammates and the sport of bicycle racing. It is great fun when we win and less fun when we do not. But it is always fun. And how else can one enjoy so much fun while at the same time enduring so much painful effort.

I finally get home, shower, have some food, and take a desperately needed nap. I expect Thad to arrive around six and so a well-deserved refresh is in order. As always after a tiring ride and some food, I quickly and easily fall asleep. I am fortunate today in that I am not plagued by leg cramps and I sleep soundly for two hours. I waken, groggy from the sleep and the effort, and hungry again. In my late twenties I have retained a skeletal bicycle racing physique, due principally to the calories burned and the starvation diet, both necessary to maintain the power to weight of elite riders. So my hunger is quenched by a chocolate flavored coffee and some fruit and the anticipation of what is to come tonight, several hours alone with Thad the magnificent, eighteen years old and tirelessly erect and full.

Thad arrives a few minutes early and we greet warmly. I am finishing my coffee and fruit and I describe my day and the bicycle race. My companion is interested and asks questions about the details of bicycle racing. He then tells me about his big game the day before. Alas they lost, Thad playing wide receiver and having little to do with the outcome, much to his dismay. But he is philosophical about both his role and the relative skills of his team. And of course he will soon leave behind high school with no expectation of a college sports career. I suggest that he consider taking up bicycle riding as both an excellent exercise and something that he may enjoy. We discuss the requirements in general terms and I offer my assistance in a getting started effort.

Soon enough I finish my refreshment and we have the evening before us. There is no point in coquetry and so I suggest that we retire to bed. Thad ascents immediately and as he turns, I see that my invitation is precisely what he had in mind, his arousal more than evident. We move to the bedroom and both of us undress. There is nothing that either of us has not seen and so this proceeds with little awkwardness. But each time I see him I am struck that he is even more breathtakingly beautiful than I remembered. And the current vision does not disappoint. I see that he is aroused as he undresses, more or less without embarrassment, and as he stands there in front of me fully erect I am almost speechless with admiration and desire. We are on opposite sides of the bed looking at each other and without words, we enter the bed together. This occasion and the leisure of several hours mean that there is no fear of an early completion spoiling the fun. In fact, my entire objective is to enjoy him to the fullest, and on this occasion that means his departure with completely empty balls.

We embrace with mutual erections between us, each stabbing the other in the belly. We spend some time touching, stroking, and caressing of limbs and hips. By more or less unspoken agreement, the cocks are off limits for the moment although clearly not forgotten as his probing against me makes his interest all too xnxx clear and my own remains in a similar state of arousal. The touching and cuddling do much to evaporate any tension or awkwardness and soon enough we both arrive at a state of relaxation. We are both hard and our cocks touch more than occasionally as we lay together. I reach my hand down can gather both of the organs, squeezing them together. The touch of my cock on his is electrifying and I clench as we rub. I feel Thad stiffen and jerk as the two cocks rub together. It is sublime to lie here like this with our two cocks rubbing together, my shaft rubbing on top of his, his on top of mine, and rolling them around each other. I glance at Thad and find him staring down at our cocks, mesmerized by the sight. And to be sure the vision and the sensation of the two cocks rubbing together is electrifying.

Thad moves his hand to our two cocks and displaces mine. He squeezes the cocks together and I thrust my hips, fucking my cock against his. He brings his other hand down and wraps both around our two cocks. We both thrust our hips, our cocks held in place by his hands, rubbing together. We both begin to lubricate and leak and as the juice gets smeared over our organs, the sensations become voluptuous. I slide my hand under his hip and at the same time roll on my back so that he is on top of me straddling my hips. I displace his hands with my own and wrap fingers around each of the shafts. I rub the cocks together, the sweet spot on mine caressing the underside of his shaft, lubricated by our leaking juice. I feel his cock stiffen while we rub together.

And to be sure, my own stiffens as it is difficult to see how this could be more pleasurable. I rub the hard cocks back and forth across each other, holding each shaft with my fingers. I am looking down at the two cocks rubbing, my breath almost taken away at the beauty of the vision; the two cocks rock hard, jutting out from our flat bellies, his balls laying on mine. I look up at him and his eyes are closed, the look on his face one of beatific ecstasy. I press the cock shafts together more firmly and rub them together, aided by the now abundant lubrication. Thad begins to shake, his hips trembling. I look up at him and his face is twitching, his approaching climax more than apparent. I tell him to tell me when he is going to cum, and at the same time, I rub our cocks together harder and faster. I look up at him and see the muscles in his face and neck working, the pleasure of all of this fully upon him. He is straddling my hips and so we are in close contact. I can feel him shaking with pleasure. His hips tremble and I hear him gasp that he is going to shoot. And at that instant I feel his organ give a great lurch and I see a blast of semen burst out of the tip of his cock and fly up in the air. The semen lands on my face and hair and my chest. This is followed immediately by a second powerful burst of semen. This also splashes on my face and chest. And then a third and fourth and fifth, each diminishing only very slightly in volume and force and each splashing on my face and chest. I wrap my hand around his cock shaft and pump vigorously on it to which Thad responds with a series of oh, oh, oh. Through the semen blotting my eyes, I watch his cock as I pump on it with my hand, a small puddle of semen forming on my belly under the head of his cock. Eventually his ejaculation ends and I am covered with his cum from my hips to the head of the bed.

I look up at him and his face is twitching in the aftermath of his great climax. To be sure, it was spectacular to watch, his beautiful organ spewing out powerful bursts of semen in great spasms. I reach up and wipe the semen out of my eyes. I press his cock against my belly and rub it in the semen on my skin. He murmurs in pleasure as I press down hard on the shaft, squeezing the last of the semen and pleasure from his organ. Eventually his shaking fully subsides and he rolls off of me, lying next to me on the bed on his side. I look down and see his full but no longer rigid organ pulsing. He is breathing hard from the great effort, the huge climax clearly taking a toll. I reach for a towel and attempt some measure of cleanup, wiping off the deposits of semen from my hair, face, chest, my hands, and my own cock, still firm and covered in his juice. I roll over on my side and face him. We embrace warmly and entangle arms and legs to increase body contact. His breathing gradually slows and eventually there are great exhalations of post climax bliss.

We are both still full, he apparently never deflating although he has lost the rigidity of his pre-climax erection. And I am hard as I have not climaxed. I would have done so had the cock rubbing continued for a few more minutes. He inquires and I relate this reassuring information to him. We lay closely locked together for some time, exchanging the odd question and answer but mostly just enjoying the intimacy of the moment, a pleasant change from the non-intimacy of my usual anonymous male sex engagements. I slide my hands over his shoulders brazzers and back and his ass cheeks. I marvel again at the beauty of his body, slim but with a strong musculature subtly evident under the smooth skin. My own cock is hard and pressed against his belly. I occasionally clench against him as I am fully aroused. Eventually he pushes back a bit to provide some space between us and moves his hand down, wrapping his fingers around my cock shaft. The touch of his fingers on my organ is wonderful and I murmur in pleasure as he grips my shaft.

He rolls me onto my back and moves his head down to rest on my chest. My cock is rock hard, just in front of his face. He teases my cock with his fingertips, watching it quiver in arousal. This goes on for some time, his leg draped over mine and his head resting on my chest watching my cock and the effects of his fingers and hand caressing and stroking. He slides his hand down between my legs and grips my balls, squeezing them and rolling them in his fingers. My abandoned cock jerks in the air as I clench. I watch as he lifts his head and I feel his lips on the head of my cock. He performs a long tender kiss of his lips on the lips of the tip of my cock. I strain my hips up as he licks the very tip of my cock, parting the delicate lips of the opening, stabbing with the tip of his tongue. I groan in pleasure and I am straining my cock as hard as I can. He slides his lips over the head and the sensation of warm velvet on my cock is overwhelming.

I moan and strain my hips for more. He holds me there, the head of my cock in his mouth. I remind myself that he is eighteen and that almost certainly; this is the first time that he has had a cock in his mouth. This is all new and experimental to him. But the sensations for me are voluptuous. He slides his lips slowly up and down, mostly on the head of my cock. He has his hand holding my balls and he occasionally squeezes and rolls them in his fingers. His lips are so soft and caressing that it is absolutely maddening. I want to grab his head and fuck my cock brutally into his mouth. It takes all of my mental discipline to lay there and let him experiment and enjoy himself. But I provide unceasing encouragement by my moans and sighs of pleasure, heartfelt and sincere, and I reinforce my pleasure by increasingly urgent thrusting of my hips.

He takes his mouth off of my cock and lets me bob in the air for some minutes, watching the shaft just in front of him. Occasionally he leans forward and licks or does a brief suck on the head, and occasionally grips the shaft and pumps for a few moments. But his interest is one that I share, to watch an aroused cock of another in all its glory, to watch the pleasure expressed in the straining and clenching, to compare the reaction to one’s own organ. In short, to enjoy that elemental maleness, the hard cock in all its many manifestations.

He returns his mouth to my cock, the interval contributing only minimally to cooling off my arousal. This time he does not stop at the head of my cock, his lips continuing down the shaft until I feel friction on the head of my organ. He has most of my cock in his mouth, holding me there, letting my cock soak in a paradise of erotic bliss. I am slowly straining my hips upward and as I do so, he moves his head up and down in rhythm, holding my rock hard cock in his mouth. He puts his hand back on my balls and squeezes, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me. I dig my heels into the bed and strain as his hand lazily caresses and teases my balls. I want more than anything in the world to cum in his mouth, and I would do so if he applied just a bit more pressure on the shaft of my cock. We remain there for a long time with my cock soaking in his mouth, his caressing of my balls continuing. I begin moaning in a mix of pleasure and despair, wanting desperately to climax. I feel his lips slide up the shaft of my cock and the sensation is voluptuously pleasurable. Before he can withdraw completely off of my cock, I begin thrusting my hips, frantic to reach a climax. My hips are trembling and my taut belly shaking with pent up desire. I gasp out a heartfelt plea that he let me cum, and thrust my hips in wild abandon. I feel his lips press on my shaft just below the head. The sensation of pleasure erupts into a wild surging joyous crescendo of ecstasy and I burst my ejaculation into his mouth with a loud roaring groan. I cum and cum, squirt after gut wrenching squirt as my climax goes on in a tidal wave of pleasure, my semen filling his mouth.

We remain there for long minutes, me on my back, completely spent from the intensity of my climax in his mouth. And he content to repose on my cock as it slowly deflates after my eruption in his mouth. I move my hand down and caress his head, my breathing slowly returning to normal. Eventually he withdraws and slides his head up to mine. We look at each other and I realize that his mouth is full of my cum. It occurs to me that he does not know quite what to do, spit it out, swallow, or something else. I reach my hand out and press the palm sikiş izle on his cheek, drawing him to me. He does so, looking at me until our lips touch. We kiss, just touching at first, but then more fully and I part his lips with my tongue. I hear him moan as my tongue enters his mouth and I taste the semen, my semen, my cum in his mouth. We kiss voluptuously and at length, the semen flowing back and forth between us, both of us swallowing. And then it is over and we both lay back, both of us enjoying the post-climax moment. I hear him say that that was incredible, and I realize that I have shepherded a novice into the world of fellow travelers. I reach out and squeeze his hand in recognition and reassure him that it was indeed incredible.

We have something to drink and a pee and after a bit, we return to the bed. I have some porn films and we agree to watch one. The monitor is mounted on the wall at the end of the bed and I start the film and sit up in bed, leaning back against the headboard. I have Thad sit in front of me between my parted legs, his back pressing on my chest. I reach around him and press him back against me as we watch the film. It is a gay porn film and the performers are attractive, well endowed, and very hard. We watch a thrilling 69 act and it is only a minute before Thad has returned to a state of rigidity that more than equals the performers on the screen. This is precisely what I had in mind and I reach around him and stroke and caress his wonderful cock.

I wrap my fingers around the shaft and slowly pump up and down on it. As he has climaxed once, I feel some freedom in handling his organ without fear of a premature completion. I caress his inner thighs and his belly, mesmerized by the duality of the beautiful smooth skin with the firm musculature beneath. Of course his cock is no less captivating; long and smooth with the beautiful mushroom shaped head. I tease my fingertips over the head of his cock, stroking the sweet spot, teasing it again and again before wrapping my hand around the shaft. I squeeze the shaft gently and then more firmly before pumping up and down on it. It is electrifying to watch his cock, rock hard, jutting up from his hard flat belly. While I caress and stroke his cock, I move my other hand from caressing his belly and slide it under his balls, gently lifting and squeezing them in the palm of my hand. I find myself caught between the dual ambitions of playing with his organs and bringing his pleasure to the point of watching him ejaculate again.

We continue watching the film as I play with my companion, at leisure to explore and enjoy his lovely body. He emits the occasional murmur of pleasure and his cock stiffens and clenches with increasing frequency. The film evolves to the cock sucking pair engaging in a frantic fucking, one of the pair on his knees and the other riding him with great energy and enthusiasm, both sets of balls flying and slapping as the coupling continues. The fellow on the bottom is vigorously pumping his hard cock and as Thad and I watch, he comes to a frenetic climax, his semen jetting out of his cock while all the while his partner continues the energetic driving of his cock into the welcoming asshole. We watch the semen stream out of the cock while the fellow’s asshole is being hammered, and Thad, with a great sigh, observes that that is so lovely. And indeed it is.

I continue pumping on Thad’s cock, now with more energy. He is rock hard in my hand. I want to suck on his cock but I think I will have the opportunity to do that at my leisure later. For now, it is lovely to fondle and caress this wonderful organ. And I want to watch him ejaculate again, watch as he comes to a huge spurting climax, and watch the semen jet out in front of him. Both from my manipulation of his organs and aided by the stimulation of the films, I conclude that that outcome is not long in arriving. He is rock hard in my hand and I can feel him shaking. I have him enclosed between my thighs with my arms wrapped around him. I am pumping on his cock, now fully aroused and leaking juice. I use this as lubricant and smear it over the head of his cock. Each time I do this, I receive a heartfelt moan of pleasure from him. He is rocking his hips and I conclude that his climax is just a moment or two away. I press his organ between my fingertips and alternate rolling the shaft and pumping, rolling and pumping, rolling and pumping with my fingers on the shaft. I feel him lean back against me, his entire body trembling. I whisper into his ear that I want him to do it, to squirt for me, that I want to watch his cock shoot his cum. He groans, his hips rock and tremble violently and then a great gasp from him. I wrap my hand around the shaft below the head and begin pumping hard and fast. This continues for just a few seconds and be cums, great jets of semen bursting out of the end of his cock. The semen flies through the air and lands on the towel under us. I continue pumping on his shaft and he spews out four and then five and then six jets of cum. I squeeze his cock shaft in my hand and slowly pump, the last of his ejaculation forming a small pool under the head of his cock. He leans back into me sighing in pleasure, his body only slowly subsiding from the intensity of his shattering climax.

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It’s one of those days, you know. Nothing pressing to do, nothing needing immediate attention, dog’s been walked, cat’s been fed, too cold to run, too wet to ski, no new book to delve into. So what happens? I watch as he moves around the house, doing various things that have no meaning, moving a pile of magazines from one end of the table to the other, running his fingers through his thick curls while he reads the paper, his new glasses still sliding slowly down his nose as he gazes downward.

He grins as he catches me watching him and makes some comment about how he’ll go in this week to get them tightened. My puzzled look back at him makes him realize I’m doing more than watching his movements. I’m having thoughts, THOSE thoughts, about his cock again. I’ve been obsessed with it lately…well always, but even more recently. I rise and wander to him, my hand immediately tracing down the slight bulge through his jeans, my eyes finding his as I push him back into a kitchen chair.

“Again, baby?” he teasingly asks. I nod just once as I undo his fly and tug him through his shorts. His fingers curl into my hair, resting there as I engulf him with my mouth, moaning already. I suck him slowly, moving back and forth just enough to bring him to complete erection. My hand curls around the base, stroking him as I remove my mouth from his thick head, my free hand cupping his scrotum and pressing it up, my tongue lapping around it. I feel him slide closer to the edge of the hard wood chair, his hips bobbing up and down, matching the rhythm of my stroking. He’ll last awhile this time, the memory of our early morning fuck still fresh in both of our minds.

I pull both swelling balls into my mouth, my tongue moving around them, between them, the pressure from my lips increasing as I hear those moans of his. I nip him lightly, just to hear him suck his breath in. My hand presses the underside of his cock against my cheek, letting it rub there, my mouth now at the base of his cock, sucking tightly, my tongue working hard against that spot. His fingers grip into my hair, holding it back so he can watch it all.

I become aware of the pressure against my knees, silently cursing myself for not picking altyazı porno out more cushioned flooring (is that available? remind me to check later). My brows crinkle slightly and he grins, knowing I’m uncomfortable, but will not relinquish the feast in my mouth until he makes me. My lips suck up the back of his cock and a split second before I swallow him again, he stops me, asking for me to just fuck him already, for god’s sake, get off the floor.

“Tell me how,” I say, smirking down at him as I rise, his fingers yanking my jeans open and shoving them down quickly. His tongue glides against my wet lips as I step out of them. I move to straddle him in this awkward chair but he stops me, and stands up, kicking his own jeans off. He reaches down and hands me the pile of clothes while his fingers find my hard nipples, and he twists them lightly as he backs me up the stairs.

I laugh out loud, knowing he’s imagining someone coming in and finding us there, those uninvited guests who we’ve told before to just come over and visit sometime. I almost stumble before we make it to the bedroom, but he catches me right before I fall against the door frame, pushing the clothes out of my arms onto the floor. By now, my thighs are drenched, my pussy is hungry, and his cock is red, thick, beautifully hard. He walks right by me and sits on the edge of the bed. I nearly jump on him, wanting to just knock him over and drive my cunt down hard onto him, but he holds me back and tells me to turn around. I do, of course, his hands pushing my thighs apart from behind as I descend down, his cock pushing between my cheeks. We just rub together for a few minutes, increasing our lust, my head back against his shoulder, his teeth catching against my skin as he kisses me. Then, he raises me up, just a little, and tells me to guide his cock in. I grip onto him, rubbing his thick head against my clit just before pushing him back, and gratefully, he releases me, his cock impaling me, in one deep hard push from both of us.

“I love this sight,” he moans in my ear, and I look back at him. He gestures in front of me with his head; I look to see our reflection, in the closet door mirror, amatör porno left open this morning. I see us: my legs hanging over his, his cock buried in my pussy, my clit swollen and red, his fingers kneading at my nipples. “Watch,” he says. “Let me make you scream,” he promises.

My hands cover his as he starts to push up into me, his cock glistening as it slides in and out. He works my nipples, rolling them until I moan, tightening his grip until I whimper. One stays at my left breast while his nails scrape down my belly. I see the red streaks appear on my pale skin, and I grind down into him, eager for his fingers to find my clit. “Stop it,” he admonishes me. He knows it’s hard for me not to fuck him back, not to work myself on his cock. Obviously, he does not care how hard it is, and stops moving completely until I settle down, reluctantly, impatiently. “Just watch.”

So I do, mainly due to the fact that I need to cum, & he wants me to watch as I cum. He starts again with my nipples, tugging them harder this time, twisting them with more force, ignoring me as I plead him to touch me more. My head drops back again, and he nudges it forward with his own, telling me to just watch, and be good. I grin at him in the mirror. Be good. Only he could say that to me.

My tits are bouncing now, and I can hear his shallow breath, his eyes averted away from the mirror. I know he’ll cum fast if he watches too long. I nearly yell out in glee as his hand drops to my clit, rubbing it tightly between his thumb and middle finger, rolling it as he pounds up into me. His index finger starts to tap at my exposed clit, his fingers now as wet as his cock. My cunt tightens around him, I hear him groan as I cum, already, so fast, so soon. I do nothing to stop this one. My hands are gripping onto his so tight that my fingernails are white with tension. But he doesn’t stop, he keeps it up, keeps rubbing at my clit, deeper now, a little faster as he fucks me.

My eyes are glued to the reflection, his cock ramming up into me, his fingers keeping up the pace. He moves closer to the edge of the bed, and starts to fuck me harder, making me cry out as his head bashes over and animasyon porno over into my cervix. The second orgasm is much more intense, my whole being shaking from deep within. I can barely breathe as he continues to stimulate my clit, and I slip into another, and another, my juices dripping off his balls, slow, thick drops. Still, I watch, holding as still as one can while taken over the edge so far. His fingers release my clit for moment, and his hands move to my inner thighs, lifting me off him completely. I’m always amazed at the strength in his arms.

I know what he wants. I reach down and find his slick cock. I hold it as he lowers me again, this time sending his prick into my ass, the tight hole straining for a second before the head pops through, making the both of us shudder and moan ridiculously loud. “Watch,” he says again. I’m continuously moaning now, his fingers again moving to my clit, only this time, he pushes three deep into my hungry opening, his thumb circling the sensitive nub. He fucks me gently now, sinking deep into me with each thrust, his fingers spreading and tightening within me as his cock moves in and nearly out. His left hand presses to my cheek, and guides me up and down his shaft. My eyes are burning now, I can feel tears dripping down my face, unable to blink. I am consumed with the image, his fingers busy in my pussy, his cock huge in my tight ass.

I can see the skin sliding against his shaft as he pushes me up. My own hands cover my tits, pinching my nipples. His teeth sink into my shoulder, and I know he’s close, his cock throbbing deep in me. “Cum again dammit,” he growls, his fingers ramming up into me. His thumb grinds against my clit, and I do, I cum so hard again, I would have fallen if he didn’t have such a tight grip on me. He raises his eyes. I watch as he pushes me up, one last time, and plunges my ass down onto him. I can feel him expanding, and I scream out, his cock stretching more than he ever has, his cum blasting into me. He fucks my pussy harder, working another orgasm out of me, my ass sucking him deep into me, our bodies bouncing together.

I shove his hand away from my cunt, and he feeds me his fingers, his cock still working inside of me. I can hear him grunt as he fills my ass, over and over, with lessening amounts of semen each time. I fall back against him again, and this time he holds me, he kisses me. He pulls me off him, and we climb back under the sheets, sleeping away the rest of the lazy day.

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