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I did it. I finally posted the ad on the gym’s bulletin board. I can’t believe I’ve sunk to this level. If, I didn’t hate exercising so much, this wouldn’t even be necessary. Talk about pathetic desperation! Moving thru the gym equipment, I make my way towards my date; the treadmill. Everywhere I look is firm, toned, tanned bodies. Everywhere, except here. And, as I step onto and start the treadmill, I feel as if every eye in the room is on me. Well, on my jiggling fat anyway. Defensively, I look around the room at all the different fit women, and can’t help compare them to myself when I was younger and prettier than most of them. But, I’m not anymore and probably never will be again.

After forty-five minutes of humiliation and sweat, I step off and head to the stair stepper, where the humiliation just gets worse. Placing my feet upon the steps. I punch in my program and start climbing. Looking around, I catch people looking at me, different men staring at my huge boobs and I can’t even bring myself to glare back, after all, I did this to myself; thinking back to the fat people I crossed on the street; staring pityingly, and wondering what happened to them that they became that way and now the stares are aimed at me.

Oh, well. Let them look. I’ve got a great view too, of all the masculine muscle flexing and sweating before my eyes. Although, I’ll never get to touch, at least I can look. Ha! If they even had a glimpse into my perverted thoughts they’d probably run like hell.

One minute to go and I can get out of here. As the machine slows to a stop, I step down. Another day of dreaded exercise behind me, and hd porno a lifetime to go!

I’ve been getting my daily dose of humiliation for the past three months and I still don’t see any difference!

I grab my purse out of the locker and head for the exit door.

“Excuse me, miss” a deep voice says before I could make my escape.

Looking over my shoulder, I see one hunk of a man, more than six feet of solid muscle with blue eyes and dark hair reaching to grasp my arm.

Stopping and half turning towards him, I hesitantly say, “yes, what can I help you with?”

“Perhaps, I can help you”, he says with a wide smile. He latches onto my arm, pulling me off to the side of the room, leans in towards me, lowers his voice, and says, “I saw you place the ad on the bulletin board, I would be happy to whip your ass into shape!”

Mortified speechless. I just stare blankly at him, my face turning ten shades of red before lowering my eyes.

Waiting patiently for my response; he puts his index finger under my chin lifting my face towards his, he looks into my eyes and says, “Well, would you like my help?”

“Yes.” I stutter.

Handing me his business card, he says, “Good.” I’ll call you this evening.

Stunned. I just stand there as he walks off. Staring at his retreating backside. Lord! What a backside it is.

Looking down at the business card, his name written in bold, black, block letters; Chase Chandler, Personal Trainer, with his phone number.

Pocketing the card, I exit the club, walking dazedly to my car. Replaying the encounter over and over in my head. I drive home on autopilot.

Entering through my front door, I drop my purse on japon porno the coffee table and kick my shoes into a corner, I unbutton my shirt and stroll into the kitchen for a glass of water. Good grief girl, get a hold of yourself, he just answered you’re ad, not made love to you! Sipping my water as I head towards the shower I ponder my encounter with Mr. Chandler, I can’t help but think about his remark. “Whip my ass into shape!” Surely, he meant figuratively speaking. Of course it was figurative, get your mind out of the gutter!

Removing my clothes I step into the shower the hot water sluices over my head, the steam relaxing my body. Working creamy, thick, shampoo thru my hair, rampant thoughts of sexy Mr. Chandler run through my mind. My shampoo covered hands glide down my heavy breasts, circling my light brown areola’s and gently, but firmly squeeze and pull my rubbery distended nipples sending streaks of sensations shooting down my body to my groin and into the core of my being. A small shiver runs down my back to my crotch. I plunge my head under the water, rinsing my hair. Shampoo and hot water flowing down my body, between my legs and over my pink, puffy, pussy lips.

I reach for the soft washcloth and almond scented soap. Working up a rich, foamy, lather, I gently rub the cloth in small soothing circles, on and around my neck. Dragging it down thru the valley of my breasts, raking my nipples as it travels over and under my big globes. Spreading open my slit with my slippery fingers I trail the cloth down in slow sensuous circles and over my tingly slit.

I lift my foot and place it on the edge of the tub, close my eyes and imagine hunky Mr. Chandler resting lezbiyen porno on the edge of the tub between my knees; looking into my eyes with a wickedly devilish smile. His hand firmly grasping my hip as the other holds the cloth and circles my hard swollen sensitive clit, sliding it thru my puffy pink petals, over my tight puckered rosebud, between my cheeks, over and around my hips; skating it smoothly along my legs and gently but firmly down my feet to my dainty red painted toes, cleaning and stroking each one in turn.

He grabs the showerhead, rinsing the soap from my body. His fingers pressing into my chest, pushing me against the shower stall, using his thumb and forefinger he exposes my clit, spraying it with the pulsing jet of water; causing my hips to jerk and thrust towards him.

Dropping the showerhead onto the floor of the tub. He leans in and latches his lips onto my throbbing clit, drawing it between his teeth, he flutters the tip of his tongue across it, quickly shoving his index and middle finger into my quivering pussy, pushing them in slowly, he tickles my cervix, draws them out, then presses in again, faster and faster he thrusts into my pussy. My mind and body overcome, lust whirls and churns through my entire being my pussy and thighs quiver and strain to hold me, are taut from the incredible tension. I gaze down upon him as he withdraws his mouth, stilling his thrusting fingers. He pinches my clit hard between his index finger and thumb. His fingers inside my pussy making a firm come-here motion, he looks into my eyes and intensely whispers, “Cum! Cum for me now.”

My body freezes, my head rolls back, my hips jerk as my pussy clamps down from the immense contractions it’s producing, trapping his fingers inside.

My mind fractures, floating on the waves of lust resonating through my body. I slide down the shower wall. Opening my eyes, I smile at the gently fading image of Mr. Chandler and wonder if he really will whip my ass…

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This takes place after “Wanda Takes A Call And A Shower”

Wanda was finding herself daydreaming more and more about Violence. She had been with a boxer for years now. She had first been attracted to her boyfriend Julio “Julie” Duran when he had defended her. Julie was undoubtedly attracted to Wanda when he stood up to her, but that wasn’t why he did it. He had been raised with a combination of southern chivalry and a Latin code of honor that didn’t allow him to sit by while a woman was harassed. She hadn’t really paid much thought to Julie’s boxing. Amateur boxing was fairly boring. It was more of a slap fight than a real fight. Ten quick taps scored more points than a devastating chopping blow that sent opponents to the mat. Julie didn’t expect Wanda to attend many of his matches. He understood the tedium of waiting for several hours to watch a three-minute fight. Julie’s father who was training him would skip events.

It wasn’t until Wanda saw Julie really unload on a couple of guys that she realized how sexy being with a true warrior was. Sure she had loved Julie’s big muscles. But that was more of a status thing. She felt having a boyfriend built like that raised her standing among her peers at school. She had even thought of breaking it off with Julie when she went away to college. She still really liked Julie and maybe even loved him but believed there might be more to life than a boyfriend with big muscles.

Once she again found herself victim to a group of predatory guys. She quickly saw the value of a guy like Julie. When Julie boxed he had a certain amount of respect for his opponent. They were both athletes who trained hard to compete. Julie was putting his skill and will against the other fighter. He was trying to win. His goal wasn’t to hurt the other fighter. When Wanda was in danger and Julie came to her rescue it was different. He was trying to end Wanda’s attackers. The level of violence he inflicted was savage. He took three guys down in less than a minute and none of them would ever be the same. They were animals who would take anything they could get away with. Julie had dealt with them in a primal manner. Then in county lockup when faced with a real top dog shank artist killer, Julie again responded with over the top force that left a would-be apex predator crumpled in a heap.

Wanda couldn’t help but be aroused by Julie’s massive strength. The way he handled himself was such a turn on. She couldn’t believe she had considered letting him go. He was always a capable and generous lover. Now Wanda was constantly at a heightened state of arousal around Julie. Where Julie used to reliably push Wanda to orgasm he now left her a frazzled mess of nerves when they made love.

Even more, Wanda found massive pleasure in the unleashing violence herself. She had been the recipient of a public and humiliating assault. As horrible as it was she had responded physically to those who had made her a victim. She had been powerless but had come back stronger for it. She had caused real damage to her attackers. Teeth had been knocked out tongues had been bitten off and testicles ruptured. Whatever had been taken from her she had gotten back in spades. She was a warrior herself. She could stand next to Julie in a fight.

The thing she had feared the most was how Julie would feel about her after the assault. She had felt used and degraded. She worried that Julie would think less of her when others had used her body for their pleasure. She was worried that Julie wouldn’t feel special for getting to experience her in ways no one else had. Julie completely shrugged it off. It had not affected him at all. He went right back to his usual ways of making love to Wanda like he was worshipping a goddess. In some strange way that they didn’t talk about Julie had kind of liked it. His sense of jealousy was intense, more intense than anything he had ever felt before. He had been tapping into that intensity in the gym. He was hitting harder and lifting more weight than ever before. It was like he had this reserve of power he could use. He would let the image of Wanda flash in his mind. Her breast in another mans pornhub hands. Bang! Cameras snapping pictures of Wanda’s tits. Boom! He had actually seen another man’s mouth on is woman’s nipple. He was ripping the heavy bag sideways at the thought.

Wanda wanted Julie to teach her how to box. He had shown her a few things like how to set her legs and twist her body to generate force. She had used it to great effect. Julie’s dad owned the gym so it was no problem as long as Julie kept up with his training first. Julie would give Wanda an egg timer and a list of exercises and bag work while he did his training. Afterward, he would put the pads on and teach Wanda technique after the rest of the fighter had gone home. Wanda would help Julie clean up the gym and close up.

Wanda was the only female in the gym. The fighters tried to be respectful of Julie and his dad. It was hard though. Wanda was sexy as hell as she got all sweaty. If she wore a loose t-shirt it would be clinging to her massive curves by the end of her workout. No matter what bra she wore there was no way to contain those massive titties. They would bounce all over the place. No red-blooded male could be expected to ignore the sight of Wanda bobbling around. Julie didn’t get upset about it. He understood he was constantly catching himself sneaking glances at Wanda too. He didn’t hold against his fellow boxers that they found themselves distracted by Wanda’s body.

A couple of nights before graduation Wanda had worn her sexiest bicycle shorts and a sports bra. Most of the fighters gave up trying to accomplish anything with Wanda bouncing around in such tight attire. She would be leaving for college in a month or so. When she was gone life could get back to normal in the gym. The fighters could get their training back on track. Hopefully, no one would suffer too bad in competition before Wanda left.

Julie and Wanda had the gym all to themselves. Julie worked Wanda hard. Julie had decided that today was the day he was going to go for a new record lift. He wanted to show off for Wanda. Julie grabbed the two one hundred forty pound dumbells off the rack. Julie slowly lumbered to the flat bench. He sat on the edge of the bench with the giant weights resting on his knees. He looked Wanda in her eyes for motivation. He tapped the weights together three times as part of his lifting ritual and layed back while quickly pressing his arms straight up. Julie lowered the weights slow and I control. He lowered his elbows till the were just past parallel with the floor. Julie exploded the weights back up. Spit flew from his mouth as he let out a primal scream. Julie paused halfway up. The lift was too much for him. The weights were getting the better of him. Julie closed his eyes. And pictured his entire class looking at Wanda’s naked tits. The weight launched up and slammed together with a loud clang. Julie rocked forward and sat up with the weights again.

Wanda was clearly impressed. There was only one set of dumbells heavier than the ones Julie had just hefted. Julie didn’t tell her what he did to get over the edge. As soon as Julie had reracked the dumbells Wanda ambushed him with a celebratory kiss.

She was stunned to find Julie quickly became rock hard as she pressed against him.

“What got into you?” Wanda asked.

“The question is what’s about to get into you?” Julie said spinning Wanda towards the shoulder press.

“Julie!” Wanda gasped as Julie bent her over the bench.

Wanda looked up and saw their reflection in the mirror in front of her. Julie’s large hands slipped under her sports bra. Wanda saw her sexy expression as Julie squeezed her soft tits.

“No wonder Julie is always looking into my eyes when he touches me.” Wanda thought as she saw how hot her expression was as Julie fondled her.

Julie pulled her top over her huge breasts. Wanda saw how perfect her tits looked hanging free. The aesthetic of her dark nips contrasting with her lighter breast skin was undeniably beautiful. Her tits were a swirl of circles inside circles. The way her breasts moved when Julie touched her had an almost water-like porno 92 quality. They would ripple out when Julie grasped and released them. Wanda was starting to understand why guys were so obsessed with her amazing rack.

Julie rested his head on Wanda’s shoulders. Wanda could see him looking at her reflection in the mirror. He was focused on her nips as he manipulated her firm tips. Wanda felt his erection resting in the crack of her ass. Wanda started grinding her big butt into his cock. Wanda watched his reaction in the mirror. Julie’s eyes rolled back in his head as waves of pleasure hit him from Wanda grinding her ass into his cock.

Julie slipped his thumbs into Wanda’s spandex shorts. He started working the tight material down her big ass. Wanda watched in the mirror as her pubic mound and tightly trimmed hair came into view. Wanda quickly spun around and stopped Julie in his tracks.

“Julie, you don’t have any rubbers on you,” she told him reluctantly, knowing Julie didn’t carry a wallet in his workout sweats.

“Damn, baby you are right,” he said.

“Well, we better put this fire out before it gets out of control.” She said.

“I am headed for the lockers to take a cold shower then,” Julie said clearly frustrated.

Julie burst through the door. His sweats were tented in the front from his boner. He quickly stripped off his clothes and got in one of the shower booths. The cold water had the desired effect and Julie’s erection quickly faded. Julie turned around to find a naked Wanda standing there.

“I thought maybe we could try something else if you don’t have any rubbers,” she said with her finger below her lips.

“Babe you know I don’t like that,” Julie said referring to his dislike of blow jobs.

“I just thought we could switch things up for once,” Wanda pouted.

“I could totally take care of you,” Julie said excitedly as he turned off the shower.

Wanda never understood Julie’s aversion to getting sucked off. Most of her girlfriends complained about their selfish boyfriends wanting head all the time. Julie had let her try it once for less than a minute and declared himself not a fan and never wanted to do it again.

“Well maybe I don’t like it when you work me over either,” Wanda said trying to sound convincing.

“You are a terrible liar Julie said as he pushed her down on the bench in the shower stall.

Julie sat next to her on the bench and started kissing her neck. He started gently started stroking her arms with his fingers, Julie eased slowly down her body with his mouth. his tongue trailed her collar bone and sent shivers down her spine. Wanda pressed Julie’s shoulders with her hands.

Julie zeroed in on Wanda’s left nipple. It felt amazing to Wanda but she knew it would take a lot of effort to get him off of her teat. Julie could be the most stubborn man in the world sometimes when it came to moving him off Wanda’s breasts once he got started. He was a fanatical worshiper of her chest. If she let him Julie would suck her nipples for hours at a time. One time Wanda actually tried to let Julie suckle her nipples till he got tired of it. He spent the whole day at her breast. Wanda was left chaffed and sore for days and Julie never let up.

Wanda pressed hard on Julie’s shoulders to move his attention south.

“Julie, you were the one who offered,” Wanda said the frustration growing in her voice at Julie delaying his promise to please her with his mouth.

Julie reluctantly moved off of her nip. He placed his elbows under Wanda’s knees and pulled her hips forward. He smiled as he went in for the sweet kill. He pecked kisses around Wanda’s flower. Wanda felt his lips quickly tap at her clitoris. I slight moan escaped her lips at the sensation of quick pressure on her button. Julie’ mouth opened around Wanda’s clit and the heat caused her lower body to buck. Julie tugged at her triangle. Wanda closed her eyes and focused her whole being on the heat on her pearl. She was boiling as Julie worked his magic on her pussy. she found herself quickly edging towards an imploding orgasm. She didn’t want to qiqitv porno cum so fast and eased her pelvis back from the pressure cooker of Julie’s mouth. Julie knew she wanted to go longer and relented and aloud Wanda recovery time.

Julie was catching his breath when a large cloth filled hand covered his mouth. He looked up and saw Wanda’s large fear filled eyes.

Julie hadn’t locked the door to the gym and an intruder had gotten in. Julie couldn’t see his attacker and Wanda had never seen the man before.

Britney and Ashley bought weed and extasy off of a Brazillian named Donny. Donny and his brother were breaking into the local drug scene. They had a set back recently when Donny’s brother took a charge for possession of Marijuana charge. Donny’s brother was more the muscle of the duo while Donny was the playboy who got pretty girls to introduce him to young kids looking to get high. He had targeted Britney and Ashley to hook him up with the players in their high school. They hadn’t really come through and Donny was about to do what he usually did when his targets couldn’t come through with the names of some kids looking to score big. When that happened Donny compensated himself for his wasted time by slipping his female targets a roofie and raping them. His propensity for rape had earned him the nickname Donny the Dick.

The only thing that had stopped him from ripping Britney and Ashley was the fact they went to school with Julie. Recently Julie had gotten into an altercation with Donny’s brother in county lockup. Julie had hurt Donny’s brother Benny pretty bad. He had given him a concussion and could have killed him. Donny was out for revenge and spared the girls of rape on the chance they could lead Donny to Julie.

Things couldn’t have worked out any better for Donny. Not only could the girls give Donny a line on Julie they had a whole crew of victims that would love to help Donny take Julie down. Britney and Ashley recruited Dillon and his gang of friends to assist. Dillon was like an evil genius when it came to revenge. Julie was going to pay and Benny and Donny were going to build a fearsome reputation of the retribution they would inflict if anyone dared cross them again.

The rag Donny pressed to Julie’s face was soaked in chloroform. Donny expected Julie to go right out when he applied it to Julie. Unfortunately for Donny, he had timed it badly and Julie had just gotten a full breath of fresh air when he clamped down with the rag. Benny had not told his brother how big and strong Julie was. Nor did Dillon’s crew. Of course, they had told him he was big they had undersold Julie’s physical prowess. Benny had attributed all his injuries to the fact that he was hit with a sneak attack. The reality was Julie was a beast.

Julie was able to rise to his feet despite the chemicals pressed to his face. Donny was holding on to Julie’s head for dear life. Julie slammed backward into the wall. Donny was crushed hard into the tiles. Julie stepped forward and ripped his elbows back into Donny’s ribs. Donny was losing his struggle to hold on to Julie. At this point though Julie took a deep breath of chemicals. He dropped to his knees as the chloroform took effect.

Wanda was on Donny like a Jungle cat. She was digging into Donny’s eyes with her fingernails. Donny had blood pouring down his face as Wanda was trying to get her finger into his eye socket. Donny realized he was about to be permanently maimed. He still was more afraid of Julie getting back to his feet. Just in time, Julie flattened to the ground.

Donny had no time to spare as Wanda was raining blows on him. He quickly Jammed the rag into Wanda’s face. Wanda went down without much resistance after she had gotten dosed with chemicals. Donny was a bloody mess from Wanda’s counter-attack and his sides hurt from the shots Julie had got in before he went down. Dillon and his crew entered the locker room. They saw the mess Julie and Wanda had made of this real deal gangster and were glad they had sat out the attack. They quickly dressed Julie and Wanda and bound them with construction zip ties. Donny had planned on ripping Wanda open when he had subdued Julie but was left dazed at the viciousness that they had defended themselves with. Donny was genuinely afraid Julie was going to wake up and break his restraints.

Julie and Wanda were loaded into a van in the parking lot.

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We met on the beach. It was a Monday afternoon and it was 31 degrees Celsius. I skipped work because I wasn’t ready for the weekend to end. You did the same. I walked onto the beach with my bag and my towel and my camera and saw you instantly. Normally I’d keep walking, play it cool, look for a more quiet spot on the beach where I could admire from afar. But that day, I went and dropped my things right beside you, knowing that I wasn’t leaving that beach without you. That was months ago.

I’m sitting on the couch, watching you as you cut up some watermelon in the kitchen, half in awe and half wanting to eat you alive. You are sexy. All I think about at work all day is coming home, tearing off your clothes, and fucking you senseless. I like everything about you; the way your skin smells, the way your tongue feels, the way your lips taste, your ass and the sound it makes when I smack it.

I get up cautiously and creep up to the kitchen, not making a sound. Your breathing is interrupted and you subtly shiver as I put my hands on the counter and press my eagerly awakening cock into your ass, pinning you to the counter. Making it known that you that you are mine.

I run my hands gently up and down your arms, enjoying every second of it. I love your arms. I do this slowly as I smell your hair, planting the seed of anticipation inside you. You begin to push your ass against my cock, trying to equal the pressure of my hips, but I’m too strong. You smile, knowing there is no escape, only surrender.

Reaching your hand back to grab my dick, you rub my shaft as it gets longer. It’s almost painful as it’s reached the limits of my jeans and is running out of room to grow. You try to turn around, but I don’t allow it. You want to drop to your knees and suck my cock. I can feel it. But you’re not allowed to yet.

I can feel your body buzz. I can feel your breath deepen. I can feel your soft cheeks cushion my hard dick. I take a deep breathe in, smelling you once more. Pushing your hair sarışın porno to the side I kiss your neck, tasting every bit of it and watching your arousal grow. I can almost taste your sweet pussy as I imagine it soaking your underwear.

I grab your throat with my left hand and feel your tits with the other, breathing on your cheek. Pleased with myself, like a spider whose caught a butterfly in its web. I tighten my grip around your throat. I press you harder into the counter. I give you soft kiss on the cheek.

I let go and turn you around. Grabbing you by your belt I pull you with me as we step back to the other counter. I pull you in close, looking into your eyes and grabbing your ass with both hands, squeezing it hard. I love your ass and because of that I’m going to take real good care of it.

I use my tongue to dampen my lips and give you a slow wet kiss as you wrap one arm around my neck and use the other to swim through my hair. I love it when you play with my hair. You are officially the world’s best kisser. We don’t often kiss long as the urge to fuck is often so strong, but the truth is, I could kiss you for hours. You lustfully lick my tongue with yours and I do the same to you. There is not a spot on you where I wouldn’t put my tongue.

You pull back and smile mischievously as you begin to sink down slowly to your knees, fucking me with your eyes all the way down. You undo my belt and take off my pants. I take off my shirt. My dick pops out desperately as your eyes follow it. I widen my stance a bit, eagerly awaiting your mouth.

With your hands on my thighs, you begin to suck my cock slowly. I inhale eagerly, almost as if I’ve jumped into a cold lake. I’ve been thinking about this all day and it’s finally happening. I smile and watch an artist at work. You grab the base of my cock between your thumb and index finger, bouncing subtly on the balls of your feet as you lovingly take me in and out of your mouth. Looking up at me, sex hikayeleri you squeeze my cock, trapping more blood inside it and thickening the veins around it. You use your other hand to stroke it as it’s now spit-soaked and slippery. You stare at it, enjoying your toy.

I’d like to stay here forever I think. I want to stay here until you suck the cum right out of my dick. And knowing you, you gladly would. You love to suck cock and I love watching you at work.

“I love how you suck my cock,” I tell you.

I can see you starting to touch yourself. I can see that you want to fuck. I’m the man for the job. I want to take your body, your mind and your soul to its limit and smash through it. You’ve got a big day tomorrow and I’m going to make sure that you sleep well.

“That’s enough baby, stand up,” I tell you, pulling you up by your hands.

I push you to the other counter, pinning you up against it like before as I undo your belt. I pull down your pants and bend you over, giving you a good hard smack on the ass.

“Smack!”

I use my feet to spread your legs apart. I use the towel by the stove to tie your hands behind your back as I pin you chest down. You have to get on your tippy toes and this puts your ass right where I want it.

“Smack!”

“Smack!!”

“Smack!!!”

You half moan with pleasure and half gasp in pain. That last one hurt and it was meant to. Spreading your ass open with my hands I get down on my knees and taste your pussy and asshole before standing up to slide my cock inside you. Starting off slow, I lose myself for a second, marvelling at how good this feels as I watch it go in and out. I love watching it go in and out. I always have. My teachers always said I was a visual learner.

I snap back to reality and start fucking you harder, feeling your pussy squeeze my thick cock. I pull your hair with one hand and hold your wrist tightly with the other. You begin to moan, your mouth opens wider and şişman porno this smile on my face begins to fade. I can see you starting to lose control and I want to make sure you cum hard.

Tightening up my grip, I really start pounding your pussy. I’m putting hips, by back, everything into it. Your ass jiggles uncontrollably, as I smack my hips against it as hard as I can, slamming my cock inside you, deep, hard and often. Your moaning intensifies and I can feel that you are about to cum. My attention zooms in on your face and I keep fucking.

You moan loudly as you cum. Your body tenses violently as if you’ve been hit by lighting and I like to think that it has. I watch you make all sorts of faces. I love watching you cum.

Letting go of your hair and wrist, I use my hands to get a good grip on your ass, spreading your cheeks. I’m about to cum as well. I take my attention off of you and put it onto to myself, feeling every inch of your warmth, feeling my pubic hair tingle as it slams into your ass, feeling my balls bounce off of your clit and enjoying the sight of it all.

“I’m going to cum,” I say.

Grabbing you by your hair I force you down to your knees, putting my cock to your lips. You start sucking it hard with your lips as you jerk and rotate with your hand at the same time. I can feel my orgasm grow every time your lips and hand pass over my dickhead. This might be the best feeling in the world. I lean back against the counter and tilt my head back as you make me cum repeatedly onto your tongue and into the back of your mouth. My mouth opens wide and I feel a wave of relaxation sweep throughout my body. I cum so hard that the muscle on the bottom of my cock feels like it’s going to explode.

You slow down your sucking, and squeeze my cock hard, milking the last drops of cum out me as I can barely stand. Dazed and confused, you swallow a big mouthful leaving only one drop of cum, which has escaped your mouth to drip down your cheek.

We just stay there for a while catching our breath, remembering where we are. Seeing the watermelon you cut up on the counter, I grab 2 pieces, now starving from our incessant fucking. We sit on the floor up against the counter and eat, staring stupidly, not saying much.

“This is good watermelon.”

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…my mind drifts… between sleep and wakefulness…my consciousness floats… eddies, bring me closer to the shore, before washing me into the deeper water of sleep.

As my mind rises higher I can still smell the aroma of passion from the night before… sweet muskiness hangs heavily in the air…as my consciousness falls dream like memories return, of us entwined our bodies one, as we surrendered to our most base of desires.

My hand reaches out… to caress you,…but only find rumpled sheets, still holding the warmth of your recent presence…Once more the misty tendrils of sleep envelope me… and my consciousness recedes.

Half awake yet still half asleep, I think I hear you renter the bedroom. And once more fade back to sleep.

Through the mists of awareness…I begin to feel an almost burning feeling along my shaft…as your fingernails slowly draw from base to tip, though the soft material of my underwear.

Pushing against the cloth on either side of my growing man-hood, so it is just the material pressing against me, giving only the faintest hint of caress though the straining fabric. Your fingers slide down the edges of me and then softly feather across the base of my shaft. A quiet moan of pleasure escapes my lips.

You continue to lightly circle my loins, your lips gently lower onto mine and you plant a long lingering kiss upon me. Your lips mimicking with kisses, the soft patterns your fingers are making against me, further down.

I try to press my hips against your hand, and for a moment you withdraw, silently, chiding me, then your fingers return to once again glide across me. The more your gentle fingers caress me, the harder I become, straining against the fabric of my underwear…

You begin to kiss your way down my neck, blowing lightly, you hands gently part my legs and you once more send your fingers gently circling lower down my shaft. Every now and then giving a slight squeeze, your fingernails softly rake across my balls and my scrotum tightens travesti porno from your caress.

I moan softly, as I close my eyes and enjoys the tingles of pleasure, rippling though me. You again press your palm slightly harder against me, just to tease me, before you once more continue with you light caresses. My penis straining hard against my underwear for every touch, for every caress that your fingers are giving. Every maddening feathery brush against me, giving a lingering wave of pleasure.

All the while your lips continue to plant kisses up and down my neck, and every so often returning to my mouth, our lips connecting for long moments, before you drift away.

Once more, your fingers are caressing my balls, then circling down to the very base of my shaft, before returning to give them a gentle squeeze. As you continue this cycle, your other hand traces it way across my stomach, and with agonising slowness, pulls gently at the top of my underwear to reveal the very top of my penis. With only the tip exposed, you being to run a teasing caress across it. Fingernails lightly dancing across the head as it pushes out from the fabric.

I turn my head towards you and for a moment, I open my eyes, with you free hand you gently close them again. “No peaking” you whisper, as you fingers continue to glide across me. Every now and then pausing to pay more attention to one spot or another that has brought a more audible moan of pleasure.

“Lay still,” you command. As you once more lightly run your finger-tips down my shaft and over my balls. Lightly weighing each one, then softly rolling them with your palm, gently pressing them against my manhood.

Pulling at my underwear your reveal the tip of my penis, still cradling my jewels, you give a lingering lick on the exposed skin, wetting it, then blowing across it, teasing me with your breath instead of your touch. Wetting me again and then repeating the breathy caress. All the while, massaging me though the fabric. alt yazılı porno After several maddening minutes you slide me into your mouth and holding it there for a moment, allowing the warmth of your mouth to seep into me. Then with a slow roll of your tongue, you let fall from your mouth. I let out a soft moan.

Once more, I try to move, and once again you place a free hand against my chest. “I asked you to lay still,” you chid me, and once more I relax. And once more you lower your mouth, enveloping my hardness with glorious and agonising slowness.

Millimetre by maddening millimetre, your moist lips descend upon my shaft. And again you circle my balls, then a lingering finger traces across the skin below them.

My cock twitches for a second…in an instant you stop, forefinger and thumb encompassing the base of my cock and balls… and clamping tight…my climax subsided and I groan…” Not yet, you naughty boy”

You release my cock, and I feel the bed move as you shift your weight…once more I begin to smell the scent of your aroma…I keep my eyes closed as I feel one knee descend on either side of my head.

I can feel your warmth close to my face, and your aroused scent has become stronger… I can almost imaging the sight of you hovering over me…waiting…

“Stick your tongue out.” You instruct, I pause for a moment. You give my balls a soft squeeze…”I said, stick your tongue out.” This time I obey your command.

I extend my tongue and encounter nothing but warm musky air…”Further”…I extend it as far as I can… almost straining to touch something. Right at it’s farthest reach it encounters the rough texture of your Lacey panties.

Already moist, I get the slightest taste of you, and you lift yourself away again.

“Leave it out,” you command…and after a minute I feel the sensation of the rough fabric returning… This time for a more lingering pass… as you lightly draw yourself across my outstretched üvey baba porno tongue.

Again I get the musky taste of you. The next time you descend. You linger for longer and slightly lower…not having to stretch as far… I can push back slightly… and I draw it along you… as much as my reach will allow.

Again and again your repeat this slow torture. Each time your pussy returns it is wetter and hotter that before…the smell of you sex, assails the senses and your salty taste lingers in my mouth…

“Open your eye”, you instruct…I comply. To see you slowly pulling the lacy material aside and exposing yourself to me. Hovering, mere inches above me… “Now, let’s see what you can do”, as your dripping pussy descends onto my eager and waiting mouth…

Almost, as a sign of approval, you once again begin working on my cock… and again I feel the sensation of your moist mouth engulfing my swollen cock… as your swollen pussy engulfs my mouth…

Your begin to build a slow rhyme…a stroking mouth…matched with a rolling of your hips…as you descend, your drag your cunt across my face… as you rise… your pull yourself back to your pussies starting position… and begin again…

Your pace is behind to build…I can hear you breath getting sharper as you inhale…you are pulling at my balls and once more circle your fingers around my base…I can feel my climax building behind your encircling dam.

“Fuck me…fuck me” as you continue to grind on my face… I can feel you cunt beginning to tighten on its own accord as a fresh wave of wetness greets me.

You clamp your knees around my head. And drop quivering pussy on my open mouth… “I’m cumming… and so are you”, you command… releasing your encircling grip from the base of my shaft… and drive a finger deep into my ass…hitting my own g-spot. On command, I explode into your mouth…

You turn and straddle me. The other way…to face me…legs now clamped around my waist… still dominating me.. I can see as trickle of my cum escaping the side of your mouth… you lean down and in a long lingering motion, lick your own orgasm off my lips…

“Next time, that’s the way I’m going to fuck your cock”…as you grip the back of my head and once more deeply kiss me…forcing your tongue deep into my mouth…

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Thank you for the feedback! I’m glad to hear that many of you enjoyed the story and asked for more. Well here it is more of my fantasy night that I hope to one day enjoy

I hope that I addressed the constructive feedback I received properly, Thank You.

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“Whooo Toy! That was a great fuck. Ok Tony, help him up and into the restroom to get him ready.” Mistress was staring directly at me as I whipped my head around in surprise. “What, you think we are done? Oh no, no, no my sweet little Toy. That was just the first course in our buffet of kinky fun tonight!” With a wave she dismissed both Tony and I and I felt his hands lift me up off of the bed.

“We’ve got 15 minutes to get cleaned up and ready for the next round of play,” came the whisper to my ear. “If you don’t think you can handle it say the safe word now before she gets to worked up and wants more. She would be far less disappointed if it happened now as opposed to after the break and we started up again. Trust me on this.”

I turned to look at him and saw only genuine care on his face. I thought for a quick moment taking stock of my body and my level of lust. I was still sporting a semi erect cock and had a desire to feel and taste more of the delights I just had. A quick shake of my head was all I gave as we entered the bathroom.

“Go ahead and take a shower, relax some and get cleaned up. I’ve prepared the items that we will need for the next stage. While you are in the shower I’ll go make us a couple drinks so we can relax while I get freshened up after you. Once we are done Mistress will take a few moments to freshen up so we should have plenty of time to get that drink and some water into us.”

He flashed me a smile as he exited the bathroom while I pulled off the wrist and ankle cuffs. I glanced over at the sink counter and was surprised by the planning that they had put into this. Everything I needed to clean and freshen myself was present and ready for my use. I turned on the shower and began the preparation rituals I was accustomed to.

Just as I finished and was entering the shower a nock came at the door. “Is it ok to come in now?” I gave a quick affirmative and stepped in to let the hot water rain down on me and melt the fatigue away. Tony’s hand came through the shower door holding a large glass of orange juice and I assumed vodka. “You want a slug of this now or should I just set it on the counter for when you are through? Oh, and don’t burn up all the hot water please.”

The glass looked extremely inviting so I grabbed it and chugged half of it before the burn of the vodka caught up to me. I pushed the glass back into his hand and sucked a little air while I managed to whisper out a feeble thank you. Well, hell, if I couldn’t relax and catch a second strong wind after a nice shower and that drink then there was no hope for me. A few more minutes under the water and I was out to dry and let Tony have his shower.

He pressed the drink back into my hands as he passed me for the shower, still wearing that smile from earlier. “Your new attire and gear are on the counter for when you are dry. Once I’m out I will help you with anything that you can’t get yourself.”

I was confused by that and looked up to see what he meant and nearly dropped my glass in surprise. A fresh set of cuffs were on the counter along with a new butt plug, cock ring, and a penis gag. To top it off was a nice leather hood that I had never seen before. It would cover my eyes and ears yet leave my mouth and nose free. That alone sent a new twitch to my cock.

As I gazed over these new items I noticed that the plug was a little different looking than any I had seen before and went to inspect it closer. It was a nice silicone number and was rather nice sized. What was different was the hollow space in the center, as if it were made to accommodate a vibrator or egg device. Well I had read about those, but something was nagging at the back of my mind.

Tony shocked me from my thoughts. “I suppose by now you have looked over all the new goodies I left there. I also think that you are intrigued by that new plug, and rightfully so. Mistress will show you üvey kız kardeş porno some new delights with that, and that is all I can tell you, well aside from the fact that you will love it!” With that the water shut off and he stepped out to dry off.

Seeing that I had not touched anything yet nor finished my drink he got an alarmed look on his face. “You’d better hurry up and get ready! Mistress will be very upset if we are not out soon and you are presentable.” I nodded and tossed back the glass, wincing at the burning vodka again. I was already feeling the glow from the first half of the glass and knew that this would put a nice warm feeling in me.

Well to make the rest of that long story short, we got ready and out before Mistress got angry and were able to get a bottle of water in before she came back out. In mere moments of her coming out of the bathroom I was bound and hooded, isolated from anything but muffled sound and sweet glorious touch.

There now we can get back to the good parts.

Four hands wound their way about my body, alternating light and rough in their passing. The motions brought them so close to my cock and balls, but they would not reward me with that contact. I was so hard now I thought my cock was going to burst. Then they were gone and I was again isolated from everything, no sight, no real sound and no touch. It was so frustrating that I actually began to whimper lightly.

That whimper turned to moan as I felt something hot and soft work its way slowly across the length of my cock. Nothing else touched me but for that one hot point of pleasure, I could do nothing but pant in pleasure at the velvety wet touch.

I was lost in the world of my cock when I felt someone begin to adjust my butt plug. A quick tug and push were followed by a sharp slap to my ass. A throaty chuckle came through the hood and left me puzzled and thinking. I didn’t have long to concentrate as a hot, wet mouth engulfed me and sent my spiraling into sexual orbit again. Wonderful minutes, or were they seconds, were lost to the bliss. Then it hit me……my ass was going numb and cold!

One side of my hood moved a touch and my one ear exposed. “You probably feel it by now, don’t you Toy? I remembered how you said you liked to ice down your dildos for extended play, so I decided to create something for you. Well that is wrong in a sense, it is for me actually. I do hope that you enjoy it because I know I will!” A soft chuckle tickled my ear as the hood was pulled back down to engulf me in the silence of my own mind yet again. But now I knew what the cavity in the plug was for.

The mouth was gone and I groaned in frustration. Hands found my balls and massaged and cradled them gently as the other pair moved up my back towards my head and shoulders. I could feel someone move in front of me just before the hands came to my hooded head. The combination of the iced plug, ball massage and the pure anticipation had my panting open mouthed riding a cloud I’d never found before.

The hands left my balls and the plug was slowly, teasingly, pulled out. Soon hot fingers began to dance as my ass was lubed up again. I began to move my hips as much as they could in my bound state. I really wanted to be full again; it wasn’t long before I got my desire. Slowly I felt something large line up against my gaping hole and begin to push in. This was much larger than what had been used on me earlier and I was both excited and nervous.

As I opened my mouth to ask Mistress to be gentle something, stiff, warm and velvety was pushed into my mouth. At last! I was finally getting a taste of cock, and was being fucked at the same time. I was in heaven and bent all of my senses to examine and enjoy what was in my mouth.

I could smell the musky, clean smell of his cock. The sweet and salty taste of his pre-cum began to explode on my tongue washing away the salty taste of skin. The head was a spongy mass that I found I loved against my tongue and I began to show just exactly how much I liked it.

I cupped my tongue around the bottom of his cock head and began a little pulsing suck and lick combo I had dreamed xnxx porno up while fantasizing all those years. I had always hoped that my wife would do something like that, but sadly she never put that much effort into sucking my cock, oh well. The only way I could tell that this was appreciated was by the tension of the hands on my leather bound head.

I had begun to sweat under the hood and the scent of hot, wet leather mixed with the smell of his cock. I was lightheaded, cock drunk even. I could barely register that Mistress was still trying to work that giant dildo into my ass. But it was enough that I tried to make myself relax so that I could take the gift she was offering me. I was soon rewarded with the sensation of being filled to a point beyond any I had taken myself.

As I was losing myself in the sensation of being taken at both ends I must have slacked off of my sucking. Tony had gone from letting me suck his cock to fucking my mouth. I was thankful that he was being considerate of me and only stroking in short strokes so I wouldn’t gag. I turned my mind back to the first cock to be in my mouth, and I knew then it wouldn’t be the last time. I could feel his heart throb in his meat. I could feel the head as it slid over my tongue, back and forth. I was saddened a little that the taste of his pre-cum was lost in the frantic pace, but the over all feeling and emotion of being mouth fucked outweighed that loss.

All too soon his pace became more frantic and the strokes deeper as he began to swell. I knew it was coming, my first load. My cock twitched and my ass began to grab at my Mistress’ dildo. I really WANTED this. I began to suck harder trying to pull it out of his balls. It wasn’t long before he jerked to a near stop and pulled out so that just his head was in my sucking mouth. I knew what was to come and folded back my tongue so that I could capture it all in my mouth without being gagged by the jets.

My reward came to me in wonderful, hot force. I felt his head expand and twitch as the first jet came barreling up for me. The hot saltiness exploded on my tongue only to be followed by more. Soon there was more than I could hold in my mouth and I was forced to swallow as he continued to jet into me. The sticky and thick cum coated my mouth and throat. The slightly bitter chlorine like taste was not as strong as my own nor was it as acidic as mine. I like this, very much and I knew it was just a start.

Even as I was lost in my own head at this new joy, my body was still concentrating on the gift Mistress was giving me. As I came down of my blowjob buzz I could completely feel what has occurring with my ass. The wonderful heat of the friction was spreading in my ass and belly. The motions against my prostate had me leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and I could feel it dripping off my cock and occasionally splash my thigh as I bounced under her.

I could tell by her pace and the depth that she was plunging into me that she was nearing her own orgasm so I began to concentrate on my cock and try to get mine. I could feel it building quickly. I started to thrust back as well was I could to get more of her into me so I could finish. Mistress caught this and rewarded me with several sharp slaps to my ass, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t stop as I was so close and wanted that release. That’s when she pulled out, quickly and rudely. Several more blows rained down on my ass as I nearly wept in frustration.

I felt her move away from me and come back moments later. Something cold, so very cold was roughly shoved into my ass. The plug was back and it was colder than before. The chill sent my orgasm back into my depths and frustrated me to no end. I was going to plead for release, some mercy just as her hand began to fall on my ass cheeks again.

The side of my hood moved again as she continued to spank me. “Bad, bad Toy! You forget your place. I am in charge, don’t ever forget that. I was going to be nice and let you cum with me, yet you had to be greedy and think only of yourself. For that you shall pay the price. Take of the hood now Tony, and put the penis gag in. He really seemed to like your cock, so he zenci porno won’t mind.”

In short order that all occurred as she commanded and the table I was tied to was turned to face the bed. Mistress had her other slave come to the bed with her. He was to give her the orgasm I denied her. As she lay down after taking off her harness she looked over at me. “Oh don’t worry. I’ll let you have your orgasm after I’ve had mine. But you may not like just how I will. But then again a good slut like you probably will.”

A motion of her fingers set Tony into action and he dove in to eat her over the edge. In short time he brought her several orgasms. The vision of the two of them going at it and her passionate cries kept me hard as a rock and oozing. After a handful of orgasms she pushed Tony away and again looked at me with eyes filled with the glow of ecstasy.

She got up and went to her toy bag and pulled out a tube of some sort of lube. She went back over to Tony and began to massage it into his cock. “I bet you want to know what’s going on, don’t you Toy? Well I did promise you an orgasm and Tony here is going to provide it, or at least try. This gel is a desensitizing agent which will make him last a long, long time. Even without this he would last forever after cumming once already, with this he may be able to go for at least 45 minutes!”

With that she pulled him off the bed and toward me by his hard cock. Once behind me she roughly pulled the iced plug out of my ass and they waited as my gaping ass began to close some. I could feel it pulsing, wanting to be filled again. She was right I am a slut and I wanted this. Then I felt it. The head of his cock was red hot compared to the iced plug. So incredibly slow he began to push into me. He didn’t have to wait since I was so stretched out already; he just wanted to tease me.

My cock was pulsing as I reveled in the thought of being fucked by a real cock. So many of my dreams were being fulfilled tonight, it was a perverts heaven on earth come to life. After an agonizing wait he was completely in my ass. I could feel his heat radiate out into my chilled ass and that only served to take my higher. I twitched my muscles as much as I was able, telling him to fuck me and fuck me good.

He slapped my ass once and began to fuck me slowly. Pulling all the way out before slowly slipping all the way back in until his pubes tickled my crack. I don’t know how long this lasted before he sped up, but it felt like forever and my frustration was making me want to cry out.

Then he began to speed up. Still using the entire in and out method, but just faster. It was fantastic, so much better than me using my dildos and in a way even better than Mistress. Not that I would ever tell her that. The only thing that was not as good was the fact that he wasn’t hitting my prostrate like Mistress did with her long and thick dildo. My orgasm was building, but at a slow and infuriating pace.

He kept pounding me for what seemed hours. My body was drenched in sweat and was literally bouncing in anticipation of release. My balls felt like they were going to explode even with the steady drip of pre-cum being released.

At last his pace built to a frantic pounding and the added stimulation was driving me to an edge as well. Then I felt him began to swell up inside me and knew it was there. Knowing that I was about to get another load inside me set me off and I began to shoot my load out onto the floor as he began to jet into me. I could feel the heat travel up into me and coat my insides. He kept pounding into me, lost in his release and I could feel it begin to drip down my thighs. The sheer naughtiness triggered another set of pulses in my cock and I dripped out some more come. A multiple orgasm?! And then I was lost in darkness as I collapsed exhausted.

I awoke the next day sticky and sore, but comfortably arranged in the hotels bed. Mistress and Tony were nowhere to be found, but they had left me a note on the television.

Toy. We had great fun last night and you were even better than we had dreamed of. We both hope that you enjoyed it as much as it seemed and we hope to hear from you and see you again.

Soon!

Love

M&T

A grin split my face. I began to plan for the next meeting and just what new fantasies I could share with them and see if they would be brought to life. I set the note down and waddled off to the shower humming a happy little tune.

End Part 2

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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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8===> Sleeping arrangements that make everyone happy

Trent looked at me and with a head toss towards the door, he asked, “You want to grab another Coke from the machine before bed, Kevin?”

I knew it was more of a suggestive demand than a question and I answered back, “Sure. You guys want us to get ones for you too?” I offered to Greg and Ethan as I stood up. They were trying to agree on yet another movie to watch and only nodded their heads. Greg was sitting in the chair in front of the TV flipping through channels. Ethan was parked on the side of the bed closest to the door…as far from the TV and Greg as he could get without hiding in the bath tub. He looked over at Greg then instantly back to Trent with a distressed expression on his face.

“We’ll be right back,” Trent said in a calming voice. It was obvious the comment was directed totally at Ethan to sooth whatever was causing the sudden apparent anxiety of being left alone with Greg. Trent grabbed my arm and practically yanked me through the door along with a whispered, “Come on…we need to talk quick.”

“OK, what the fuck is up, Trent?” I asked on the balcony walkway as soon as the door closed behind us.

He waited until we were a few steps away from the door before he replied. “You and I need to work out the bed sharing arrangements or we may end up with an ugly scene when we get back, is what the fuck is up.”

I gave Trent a confused look at first and then simply said, “Ethan?”

“Oh yeah. He is really spaced out over Greg’s little ‘whip it out and beat it’ stunt. He told me on the way to the pizza place that no way; even if hell freezes over; will he share a bed with him. Now the question is, which of us gets him and which of us gets Greg?”

“Which one turns you on the most?” I joked as I elbowed Trent.

He only half laughed at the jab. “This is serious, Kevin. The rest of the week will be all fucked up if we don’t get this issue calmed down real quick.”

“I already talked to Greg about being a hell of a lot more discreet because of Ethan,” I injected.

“Good! I wasn’t all that excited about watching him get his rocks off either, but I’m not going to have nightmares about it like Ethan might.” A momentary silence came before he added, “I guess since Ethan has decided to dump on me, that he would be most comfortable sleeping with me. You cool with sharing the sheets with Greg?”

For some reason, the way Trent phrased that question made my cock twitch. “Sure. No problem,” was my simplistic answer. “The way Ethan has staked claim to that first bed, makes it easy to avoid the whole ‘who sleeps where?’ thing too. I’ll park on the other bed, you just casually move in beside Ethan, and that only leaves one place for Greg to go.”

“Good plan, Kev. Let’s roll with that and hope they both chill down.”

When we got back to the room, Greg was alone watching TV and the shower was running behind the closed bathroom door. Trent immediately stripped down to his boxers and took his place on the bed closest to the door. Ignoring both the TV and me and Greg, he began flipping through the newest Sports Illustrated he had brought along as he drained the soda. I walked to the far end of the room, handed over a Coke to Greg, and flopped into the chair next to his.

Greg leaned towards me and whispered, “He grabbed something from his suitcase and headed for the bathroom as soon as you guys left.” He nearly made me shoot soda from my nostrils when he added, “Bet he even locked the door.”

“Be nice, Greg,” I pleaded. “He might be 18, but I think his sexuality is stuck at 12.”

“Hell at 12 I already had pubes, six inches, and was whippin’ it twice a day. I bet he hasn’t even had a good wet dream yet.”

“Well that is Trent’s worry for the week. He is going to share a bed with him so Ethan doesn’t freak at the possibility of being in one with you.”

“So that means I am stuck rolling in the hay with you?”

The little grin that came over his face wasn’t missed by me…neither was the subtle crotch rub he took on himself. “Yup but you have to wear underwear,” was all I said as I felt my cock involuntarily twitch again.

“I’ll start out that way, but no promises beyond that since I usually wake up nude ,” was the tease he tossed back.

The double entendres were too quickly reaching a level of oral foreplay I wasn’t sure was anywhere except in my mind, but I tacked on one more just in case. “Then I guess I should bring a towel to bed and be prepared for whatever pops up, eh?”

Greg took yet another shot by showing off a new boner in his boardies and simply stating along with a wink, “Wouldn’t be a bad idea, buddy.”

Before we could continue the sexually charged verbal jousting, the bathroom door creaked open and three sets of eyes watched in near disbelief as Ethan walked out wearing pajama bottoms. Not sleep pants, but real pajama bottoms that you just knew came with a matching top and would never be worn by anyone over the age of 10 or under 60. I did my best to stifle a laugh, looked porno 64 over at Greg and mouthed “I win…no tops.”

Ethan glanced first at Trent laying on top of the sheets in just his underwear; then around the room to the empty bed; over to me and Greg; and then finally back to the empty spot beside Trent. It was as if he had no clue of what to do or where to choose to sit.

Sensing the apprehension, Trent once again took charge by asking, “You ready for bed, Ethan?”

“Umm…yeah, Trent…I guess so,” was the halting response as he looked down at Trent’s

nearly naked body, over to Greg, then me, and then to the empty bed near us, yet again.

“I’m ready too. Just tell me you don’t snore or drool in your sleep,” was offered jokingly as Trent shifted to the right side of the bed and patted the left as an invitation to Ethan.

“You guys need to kill it soon too, if we are gonna hit the beach early,” was directed towards Greg and me.

“We’ll put the TV on timer and turn the sound way down so we can finish this movie from our bed if it’s OK with you guys,” came from Greg as he stood up.

I followed him to my feet and we looked at each other with the realization that we both needed to get out of the swim suits we still had on and into some briefs, but didn’t want to set off Ethan again. Luckily, Trent caught the dilemma also, and switched off the bedside light so we could change in the semi darkness of the room. We kept our backs to Ethan to minimize any shock to his psyche, but I couldn’t help but notice that Greg’s eyes seemed to stray to my naked front; the same as mine did to his; while we changed. By the time we had nestled into the bed together, my cock had taken on a mind of its own and I was sporting a half bone. I did my best to concentrate on the movie rather than stealing glances at Greg’s cotton-covered crotch for the next 45 minutes. The few times I gave in to temptation, I couldn’t decide if he had wood too, or if the large lump was just a shadow effect of the flickering television light.

“Quick pee and then down to business,” came out as a hushed whisper from Greg as the movie ended and he used the remote to shut off the TV before crawling out of bed. When he came back, he stuffed something under my pillow. “You forgot the cum rag,” he teased quietly as he rolled over on his back.

The slight gap in the window drapes let in just enough of the parking lot lights to shine a sliver directly on his bright white boxers and he either had a full boner or an entire package of tube socks in there! My own cock sprang to full attention as I watched Greg’s hand move down and slip under the waistband of his undies. Giving in to the need, I allowed my own hand to follow suit and take a firm grip on myself. After several minutes, it was obvious the only sounds in the room were the humming of the wall unit air conditioner, the dual snores from the other side of the room, and the barely audible sounds of our fingers playing in thick pubic hair.

“I think it’s safe if we don’t get noisy,” leaked almost silently from Greg’s lips. I felt him shift in the bed and watched as he pushed his boxers low enough to expose his beautiful large toy and balls. “I can see you are hard too…you gonna join me or just watch?”

My eyes took a quick reconnaissance run of the other bed, and convinced that both Trent and Ethan were dead to the world, I slipped my own briefs halfway to my knees. Within minutes, both of us had worked our way up to a rhythmic stroking that would soon bring the desired result. We were laying close enough together, that more than a few times our bare legs brushed against each other. My libido became so stimulated that I chanced slipping my free arm under his head and pulling him even closer. The only reaction that received was for Greg to snuggle up tighter and allow me to enjoy the new feelings of his arm brushing against my upper torso as he pulled on himself. I was so close to cumming that I was beginning to moan more than softly. To quiet me, Greg rolled to his side, used his free hand to cover my mouth, and then even slipped a finger between my lips. My hand motions increased ten-fold at the same time I started sucking on the finger that had invaded my mouth. I was happily surprised when that action caused Greg to begin rubbing his finger over my tongue while he pushed it in and out in concert with my sucking. I was fantasizing his hard tool being in my mouth instead of just brushing against my tummy each time he stroked it, when he issued his warning.

“We stay like this and I am gonna cum on you, Kevin.” Just that statement…no attempt to pull away.

Feeling the rumble in my nuts, I only kept jerking faster and faster as I managed to eek out around his still inserted digit, “So do it, Greg.” Just as I felt my juices start up my cum chute, I locked my lips tight on his still probing finger to keep from crying out in pleasure.

“I warned you,” was all he said as I felt the first splatter hit my chest. His own mouth then latched onto my shoulder; probably to porno izle quash the noises he wanted to make; while he humped into his fist and he finished emptying another half dozen ropes on me. The sticky warmness of his jis on me brought about the nearly instant addition of my own huge load and without seeing the mess, I was pretty certain I looked like a can a whipped cream had exploded on me. As I felt his hand slip under my pillow, he whispered in my ear, “That one was UBER fuckin’ hot, buddy.”

“And we got the whole rest of the week to keep improving,” I offered back with a big smile.

“And we will,” was all he said with a return smile.

I wondered to myself just what all Greg had in mind to improve our shared jerking, but got a pretty good clue as I watched while he took the towel he had retrieved and not only dabbed up the ocean of nut juice that covered me, but also tenderly take care of the stray dribbles on my cock and balls. There was no skin-on-skin contact from his fingers, but the way he stared at my jewels while he cleaned them off, said that it was just a matter having it be the right time…most specifically, one where we didn’t have to worry about two friends being asleep just a few feet away.

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The next day we had been on the beach for the better part of four hours when Trent decided he wanted to get in on the loosely organized pick up volleyball game. To all our shock, Ethan excitedly asked to be included also. The time he was spending puppy-dogging-around with Trent was evidently creating some changes as the most athletic thing he had done previously with us so far had been tossing a frisbee. Acting like a big brother, Trent told him yes and the two of them jumped into the fray as soon as spots opened up.

Greg and I smeared some more sun block on ourselves and sat in the sand watching the first few rounds before he came up with an interesting proposition. “They are really getting into it and gonna be occupied for a while it looks like.” He waited for the full smirk to appear on his face before going on. “Feel like ‘getting lost’ and finding our own game to play back in the room while we have a chance?”

Remembering the morning wood that had been pressed up against my back when I awoke…and the seductive tug that Greg had been taken on mine under the sheets…made me think it was an excellent idea. I smiled back at Greg and teased him with, “I can be up for that pretty easy.”

He looked down at my crotch and grinned. “Bet you can stud. I need to get off bad. Let’s book.” It was all that was said before we jumped to our feet and snaked through the small crowd of spectators before Trent or Ethan noticed us leaving. We raced to the stairs on the beach side of the motel and were quickly unlocking our second floor room door and snickering like a couple of pubescent teens that were about to raid their dad’s stash of Playboys.

“No sense in wasting time,” Greg stated emphatically as he instantly slithered out of his board shorts. He wasn’t fully hard, but already well on the way to another of his massive erections and flopped on the bed. “Come on Kevin…get naked too and come join me,” was all it took for me to shed my trunks also and crawl in beside him.

“What you got in mind, Greg?” I asked with a slight amount of feigned innocence. The fact we were both already playing with our bones pretty much made the question mute.

He rolled up on his side to face me and grinned. “I was thinking we need to move up to ‘uber-uber fuckin’ hot’ stage…if you are cool with the idea…” It was an unfinished question and statement combined.

Before I could question what ‘uber-uber’ level included, Greg’s hand encircled my cock and pulled on it gently. My eyes snapped shut and I moaned deeply as my hips shifted into his grasp. He; rightfully so; took that as my answer and began squeezing my shaft and running his thumb over my already preeing slit. I opened my eyes back up, smiled, and as I trapped his big tool in my palm and fingers, I confided, “Feels fucking awesome buddy.”

“Just the start. I figure we have at least a half hour of privacy to enjoy this…so let’s!”

As much as I wanted to take things a whole lot further, for the next 20 minutes we only massaged each other’s fleshy poles, rubbed on our full nut sacs, took enough strokes to bring each other to the edge of joy several times, danced our fingers through our curly shrubbery, and finally got down to a concluding flurry of seriously jerking the other. As the telltale alarm from my balls sounded, I blurted out, “Oh fuck yeah, Greg! Make me cum like I need to!”

“You just keep yanking on my dick like you are, and I’m right there with you!” His mouth then closed to swallow his increasing moans. His free hand suddenly cupped my balls and began pulling on them like he was milking me.

That was it! My back arched up from the bed and I let loose with a moan that was far too loud as my white ropes began peppering my body. My hand never left his cock and it only took a few more rapid tugs to have sex izle him cry out and unload too.

As we struggled to get our breath back, I questioned, “Uber-Uber?”

“Maybe even uber-uber-uber fuckin’ hot,” was the answer along with a laugh.

I laughed also but added, “I can hardly wait to find out what the next level is.” As much as I had always enjoyed masturbating anyway, Greg was quickly turning me into a connoisseur with our joint sessions. Now that the thin ice of actually doing each other had been broken, I was already anticipating what new tricks he had in mind…or was open to.

* * * * *

Greg and I had gotten cleaned up, redressed, and back to the beach in time to see the very end of the latest volleyball game…and see Ethan of all people, nail down the win with an impressive spike. From the way he and Trent talked when they joined us, thankfully we hadn’t even been missed during our disappearing stunt.

“Let’s take a quick dip to cool down and then start thinking about dinner guys,” Trent suggested nodding his head towards the waves. “We need to make this an early night if we are going to be on the road for Orlando first thing tomorrow. We want to be at the park just before it opens or we’ll spend half the day standing in hour-long lines for the best rides.”

“Straight to Space Mountain first still the plan?” I questioned.

“Oh yeah,” Trent confirmed. “According to two of the guys we were playing volleyball with, they were there yesterday and said if you don’t hit it right away, you will end up in line for two hours or more. So it really needs to be at the top of the list.”

Before we could discuss any more about the next day’s plan or what to do for dinner, a huge wave swallowed all of us up, and we spent the next 15 minutes frolicking in the surf. On the walk back to the motel, we settled on hitting the Denny’s down the street for a real meal since the next day would most likely be filled with lots of overpriced junk-type food and sugary drinks. Ethan had finally started loosing up some and stripped out his swim shorts right along with us instead of in the bathroom. Once in our street clothes, we headed down the block to the restaurant. After eating big meals, we stopped off at the game room next door and played pool and video games for a while. It was just before 9PM when we got back to the room.

Greg immediately turned on the TV and flopped into the chair across from it that he had pretty much claimed for the week. He quickly surfed through the options and then momentarily stopped on one of the pay-per-view tease previews.

I caught both Ethan’s deep blush at the sight of giant tits on the screen, and the ‘No porn!’ look that Trent shot at Greg. I laughed knowing that Trent was still a little leery of the potential for a repeat of Greg’s exhibitionism, and that Ethan was probably scared shitless of the possibility. I was also laughing because I was positive that neither had a clue of how up close and personal Greg I had been getting.

“Just checking it quick man…sheesh!” was all Greg answered with before he started clicking away with the remote again. He finally stopped on a horror flick that was just beginning, and after getting approvals from the rest of us, set the timer for two hours. “I’m getting comfortable though,” he declared as he stood up and stripped down to just his boxers before stretching out on the bed.

I followed Greg’s lead and got down to my briefs also and joined him. Trent did too and took his spot on the other bed. Much to all our surprise, even Ethan decided to forgo his pajama bottoms and crawled in bed beside Trent wearing just tighty-whities that his mom probably picked out for him. We all stifled the snickers we wanted to let loose with, in honor of what was most likely a major milestone for Ethan.

Trent killed the nightstand light sometime around 10:30 when he heard the soft snores coming from Ethan. “Night guys,” was all he said to me and Greg as he rolled over on his side with his back to our bed. Just as I felt Greg’s hand tease my crotch, Trent rolled back over and whispered, “Wake up call is at 7 so we can be headed for Disney at 8. Don’t stay up too late.” With that reminder, he rolled back to his side and was searching for the same deep sleep Ethan had already found.

“But I am already ‘up’…” Greg whispered in my ear as his hand curled around the erection in my boxers. “…and so is Kevin.”

I snickered to myself and thought about brushing Greg’s hand away. Not that I didn’t want to play; hell I had popped a new boner within minutes of being under the sheets with him; but rather just wanted to wait until we heard a second set of snores coming from the other bed. Before I could decide whether to or not, Greg’s teasing fingers were slipping inside my undies and I gave into the double temptation of them and seeing his cock causing a big tent in the sheet over us. I rolled up on my side and slid my hand through a leg opening to take a good grip on the pulsing tree trunk I found inside his shorts. We watched the last 20 minutes of the movie just like that; curled up playing with each other but not getting into the business of serious stroking. When the TV screen went blank a minute or two after the movie ended, that all changed.

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Author’s note

Well, hello there. Considering you’re reading this, you’ve probably managed to read the previous eight chapters as well. If not, what are you doing here? Start at the beginning!

When I started posting this story I had no clue what to expect. Either people would love the story (which I seriously doubted, this being my first try at anything even remotely erotic) or would dislike it (which I was bracing myself for), but so far a lot of people have actually read through it all and apparently people still appreciate it. I couldn’t have wished for more, so thank you very much for reading my story. Imagine me doing a little bow for you.

As for the story itself, chapter 10 will wrap up the Vincent-Jenny-Talitha mindreading triangle and give some insight on Talitha and the mindreading aspect. That means two more chapters until that wrap-up, including this one. For the people who hoped it would end up with a mind-controlled threesome, let me disappoint you by telling you that won’t happen. In fact, there won’t be any sex at all in these two chapters, just story. I hope you’ll still stick with me though, because I still have some story left to tell.

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Chapter 9.1 – The investigation

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When the doorbell rang, he had expected someone familiar. This one wasn’t familiar. And he was dressed in the well-known outfit only protectors of the law wore.

“Agent Millhouse,” he introduced himself. “We’re conducting an investigation and your name was on the list of people we want to interview to see if they can help us out. Could you spare a few minutes of your time to answer some questions? You won’t need to come down to the station for it.”

Vincent showed him in, wondering how he got involved in a police investigation. He offered him something to drink, but the officer declined.

“What is this all about, officer?” he enquired. “I don’t believe I’ve been involved in anything illegal.”

Except for reading other people’s minds, if there would be a law against it, he added silently.

“We’re investigating something about a girl who has run away from home and has conducted some illegal business along the way. We’re not sure whether she’s alone or that she has accomplishes, but there has been a trail of … well,activities that brought her to our attention. She seemed to have travelled this way so we’re trying to see if anyone has seen her in the vicinity.”

He produced a photograph from a pocket in his vest. “This is the girl we’re talking about. Have you seen of heard of her?”

Vincent noticed that the police officer seemed to look casually, but his eyes were focused and were looking for any sign of recognition the moment he would see the person on the picture. His gaze suddenly scared him. And he decided he would keep a pokerface no matter who he saw on the photo.

The girl in the picture was wearing a red dress and she was standing in a garden full of colorful flowers. It was a wonderful picture of a wonderful girl in a wonderful environment, but the only thing missing was a smile. The girl’s expression was strained, as if she didn’t want to be there at all when the picture was taken. He wondered if his face was strained too, considering how he realized he did recognize the girl in the picture. And he wondered if his pokerface had hold.

“Cute girl, but she seems a bit sullen,” he said.

“Yeah, too bad, eh? I like her too,” the officer said. “Name’s Talitha Kramer. Seems to be a girl from a well-off family but apparently she felt too constricted by her environment. Ran away and started doing things not suitabled for a girl in her circles. You ever see her, give us a call.”

The officer stood up, offered him a card and added: “Just ask for me, Millhouse; saves you the time to actually get to speak to someone who doesn’t brush you off. Happens too often nowadays unfortunately.”

“Thanks. If I see or hear anything I’ll give you a call.”

“Sure do. I’m gonna finish the block. See if there are other people who’ve spotted her.”

Vincent guided the man out. When he closed he door, he exhaled.

I have no idea if my pokerface held up enough to keep him at bay. But I better go ask Talitha what this is all about – and not right now, because the police is obviously monitoring the entire block to see if someone goes to notify her. Damn.

On the other hand, if they’re snooping here, it means they’re not over there. Which is good. For her. Because, honestly, how well do I actually know her? She has moved in only a little while ago next to Daniel. We met. Saw her a few times. And then what? I trust her enough not to sell her out to the cops? Apparently.

He walked back inside, pondering about this sudden visit and the even more surprising cause for it. Nicole wasn’t at home, so he didn’t have anyone to talk to except Jenny – and she hasn’t been there. He xnxx had forgotten to open up the mindlink between them so she could have heard them talk.

Talk about stupid. That police officer had me rattled the moment he rang the doorbell. I didn’t think straight at all after that. Could it be because of my telepathy that I have grown distrustful? Or is it something else?

But then he thought of someone he could speak to and he went out of the house to ring the bell of his neighbours. Alice opened the door, as she generally was the one who was cooped up there. He had completely forgotten their last interaction where they had masturbated off each other across the window. Having your girlfriend arrested kind of does that to you.

“Hey Alice,” he greeted her. “Have you also just gotten a visit from a police officer?”

She raised an eyebrow behind her glasses. “No? Should I?” Her attitude was as usual; strict, stern and kind of annoyed.

Nowhe was raising an eyebrow. “You haven’t? But he said he was moving down the block …”

He surveyed the street and didn’t see any police car either. Nor did he see any police officers walking the doors. And Alice was dressed in her house-attire, so she had been home for a while. At least longer than it had taken the police officer to visit him.

And if he was moving down the block, going door to door, he either had to visit this house before – or after mine. Yet he hasn’t rung here at all.

“How long’ve you been home?”

She frowned. “Must be a couple hours by now. Why?”

“Just … curious.” His brain raced. “Thanks, Alice. Looks like someone’s making a fool of me. Gonna have to figure out who and why.”

“Sure … if you need any help, just let me know.”

“Will do. And once again, thanks.”

She nodded and closed the door while he went back into the house, scanning to see if there was any sign of any police officer in the neighbourhood.

So he approached me because heknew I’ve been in contact with her, just to check my reaction to her picture or so he can follow me if I go to warn her. Which means he probably has enough sense and skill to be able to tap my phone to intercept the call – or am I being paranoid? Yeah, right, reading minds is a natural thing to do. Paranoid my ass. If only I could’ve readhis mind …

Another possibility arose in his mind.

I could warn Jenny and let her warn Talitha. That would do the trick. They can’t trace me to Jenny, so long she’s not been approached, she’s free to tell her.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 9.2 – Convicted

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“What the hell do you want?”

Jenny’s reaction wasn’t really what he had expected when he contacted her, but things had escalated over the past few weeks. He hadn’texpected the reaction, but he could’veguessed she would react like that. He had underestimated how hard she would take it when he had told her they should go their seperate ways. A decision he had made that still made him wonderwhy.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love her anymore; in fact, he loved her even more than back when he had agreed – only a few weeks before – that they should be an item. His decision thus was an odd one, one which didn’t strike him as a logical one. Yet, he made that decision and he uttered the words himself – he knew because he was there.

He could understand her anger for contacting her in this way, by making contact telepathically with the one person he could – the one person who had rejected her.

“Look, I know you don’t want this, but just listen – a police officer just visited me and asked me about a certain Talitha. She seems to be a major criminal after running away from home from what he tells me, but the point is: he only came to tell that tome.

Something’s wrong here. I don’t believe this was a cop. He’s here because he wants something from me and I believe he wants to do something to Talitha. I dare not to go out myself because I have the feeling he approached me in order for me to lead him to her. So I want to ask you, please call Daniel and let him warn Talitha. Don’t contact her yourself, don’t allow him to follow you to her house.

And for old times sake … take care of yourself. I don’t trust this guy even a tiny bit and if he has associated me with Talitha, he could tag you down as well.”

“And why would I do that? You dumpedme so you could hook up with her. What keeps me from leading that fake cop to her and get rid of her altogether?” she replied.

“Because that’s not you. No matter what happened or will happen, I still love you. Don’t forget that. Ever.”

“Ah, fuck you. Don’t start with the corny lines now. I’ll call Daniel to warn her, but that’s it. No more favors. Now get lost.”

She broke the connection – he hadn’t even realized she could do that by now – and he felt his stomach churn. Something didn’t feel right and he didn’t know bakire porno what. He wanted Talitha to answer the questions he had, but knew he couldn’t – not with this unknown factor on the field.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 9.3 – A strange man

* * * * * * * * * *

Vincent had left the house to look for the person who had impersonated himself as a police officer in order to track down Talitha. He didn’t get far.

So much for going on a search mission. I don’t have a car. I’ve grown so reliant on Jenny and her vehicle that I dashed out only to find myself stranded before I have even begun searching. I’ll have to wait on a bus and see if he might be at the campus, trying to find a different angle to finding her.

Which, incidentally, is precisely the place I would’ve gone to if I wanted to know where someone lived. You have to get registered with an address after all – unless he doesn’t know she’s attending college there.

If he had been running, he would’ve stopped dead in his tracks. Now he had simply been standing at the bus stop in front of his house and one wouldn’t have noticed that he had shifted to a different state of mind.

Do I dare to go to campus now? After all, I don’t want to lure him to a place where he could track her down more efficiently. Then again, I attend college there. It wouldn’t be so weird for me to show up there; it’s even a college day so I should be attending class anyway.

When the bus pulled over a few moments later he had to make a decision – and the internal debate ended. He was on his way to campus.

* * *

The campus was lively with people wandering around, commuting from place to place or simply loitering and talking. It was a beautiful day, so people weren’t too eager to sit inside or go to class if it wasn’t necessary. Vincent wondered ifanyone was attending class today, busy as it was.

He hadn’t taken ten steps towards a building when a man caught his attention. A middle-aged man in a suit with a flat hat and a trenchcoat draped over his shoulders was walking towards him from the right side. He had a friendly smile on his face, but Vincent could see that the man wanted him for something. He didn’t know why, because the man hadn’t called out to him or attracted his attention at all. It was just a feeling.

He had stopped to let the man catch up and when he approached him, the man indeed wanted to speak to him.

“Good afternoon,” he spoke. “Nice to speak to you on this fine day. Do you have a moment so we can talk for a few moments?”

“Who are you? I’m busy.” Vincent wanted to get a move on. To see if he could forge her address or something, or merely hide it for anyone who wanted to consult it. Or find out if someone already had.

“My name is Kevin and I’m looking for a girl. She’s a friend of mine and she’s in a wee bit of trouble. I assume you know her?” The man held up a picture – the same picture he had been shown before. Vincent applied the pokerface he used previously with the cop, but that didn’t seem to faze this man. “Ah, perfect. Could you guide me to her or point me in the right direction?”

“And why would I do so?”

The man looked at him, amused. “Because you feel she’s already in trouble. I might be able to help her, if you will let me.”

“I don’t know you, man. Why would I trust you?”

“That’s a good question. You probably shouldn’t. After all, we’ve only just met and you know she’s in trouble. So, let me turn the question around: whyshouldn’t you trust me? What makes you think I am trying to do her harm?”

He pondered a second about that, but didn’t come to a conclusion. There were too many questions, too many things he didn’t know. He needed Talitha to explain things to him before he could make up his mind – at least he knew her longer than he did this suspicious figure.

“I think I need to be on my way. Class, you know.”

“Very well. Just let me know when you come to terms with it.”

The man turned around and went on with his search. He didn’t stop asking other people, he didn’t talk to other people before he turned a corner and Vincent lost sight of him. And there was one thing which bothered him the most about this whole encounter.

He didn’t even give me a way of contacting him. As if he knew he knew when and where I would change my mind and he only needed to show up at the right time and place.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chapter 9.4 – Shock

* * * * * * * * * *

He had strolled the hallways, looked in on classes, libraries and all kind of other places where she could be. He hadn’t found her. He didn’t know what to do next; taking the bus to her place didn’t seem the right action. And while he had asked Jenny to do a roundabout way to warn her, he didn’t have any reason why she wouldn’t have done so already. She might be angry, but she wouldn’t be bitter enough not bedava porno to follow up on his request.

He decided to ride the bus back home, where he might at least find Nicole to talk to. He really needed someone to talk to. But once he got home, Nicole wasn’t there yet, leaving him alone with his doubts and suspicions.

What to do now? he wondered.

“You needed to speak to me?”

I indeed need to speak to Talitha, that’s right. I wonder how I can get into contact with her without arousing suspicion.

“I’m here. Speak to me. What happened?”

Stop that. Don’timagine yourself being able to talk to her just like that. Perhaps you could try to use someone else’s phone?

“Vincent. Get a hold of yourself. You have a continuous link with Jenny’s mind. How hard is it to accept that you might be connected to Talitha as well?”

He stopped pacing, pondering that question.

Actually, that would be weird. I don’t nearly know her as long as I do Jenny. Then again, I know Nicole even longer and we don’t have a connection – a mindlink – either. So, how weird would it really be?

“Glad to hear you have an open mind. Now. Here I am. Talk. What is wrong?”

His eyes grew wide when he realized he recognized her voice in his head.

“Wait. What? I’m really hearing you?” he asked, surprised by the fact that he even dared asking it.”You’re not only an imagination of my mind going crazy?”

“If your mind was going crazy, you should’ve accepted that a while ago when you decided that your … ‘mindlink’ with Jenny was for real,” she countered.”Now, can you accept that this is another of those ‘mindlinks’ you may have with another girl or should I call an asylum?”

He was a rational person. He could take a little sidestep here and there, but he didn’t believe in conspiracies and supernatural, paranormal events.

Except for having a permanent linked mind with Jenny then. And you didn’t believe in ghosts either, he countered himself.So yeah, so much for rationalism.

He tried to focus on the other voice.”So … Talitha?”

“That’s me. And you seem distressed. I just got notified by Daniel that of all people Jenny had called him to tell him that you wanted to relay a message to me. And when an ex-girlfriend goes out of her way to tell you that her ex-boyfriend needs to speak to you – that means there’s something really amiss.”

“You might say that. I’ve just gotten a visit from someone who claimed to be a cop. He said you’d run away from home and had committed crimes along the way before you arrived here. He was trying to see if I could tell him where you were.”

He heard her sigh.”Well,most of it is true, although taken out of context it would seem like I’m a criminal. And I’m not.

I’ve indeed run away from home. But that’s because I don’t like being a tool for other people. You see, this ‘mindlink’ you speak of, I possess it as well. And while you only have a connection with Jenny, I can make connections to all kinds of people, the way I now speak to you. I don’t need to tell you how valuable that is when you want to infiltrate a corporate building to steal some mighty good plans, or how valuable it would be to put someone like that in the vicinity of a government you distrust.

I don’t want to be a spy. I don’t want people to use my powers for the sole reason of bettering themselves, making themselves rich. I just want to live an honest life without having to scan people’s minds in search of some secret that can be exploited.

So when I ran away from home, they sent people after me. Private detectives, contacts with the police, you name it, they have it. My father is a wealthy man with plenty of resources to employ to bring me back. So every now and then I had to take measures to avoid their clutches. Sometimes that meant I had to get my hands on money to escape town – and that means I had to forcefully gain me access to a source of money which was not mine. Other times I had to fight my way out – sometimes resulting in injuries.

So yes, technically Iam a criminal. But the only people looking for me are people hired by my father. Not to get justice or to give me a trial, but to get me back in employment.”

Vincent was silent. Aside of the whole mindreading thing she claimed to be able of, her entire situation made his mind reel. He wondered how he got involved in this mess, merely by being in the vicinity of her? Or was there more to it?

“I’m aware of your ‘mindlink’ with Jenny,” she continued.”And so I hope you can understand my position. Am I a criminal? Technically, yes. Am I evil, out for personal gain? Not in that way. I merely desire my freedom, to live a life. And if I have to break a few laws to stay out of the clutches of these men, so be it.

Seeing how you have a similar ability, I was hoping you would understand me, perhaps even help me. So hereby I ask you: do you believe me? Will you help me?”

“Considering how I asked Jenny to warn you in a roundabout way, I’d say I already helped you,” he thought grimly.”I don’t know if I’m willing – or even able – to help you in your fight with your father and his goons.”

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The plane had been late in landing – by over an hour in fact. But as soon as I hurried through into the Arrivals Lounge I could see her waiting for me. She was holding up a large card with my name written on it in large black felt tip, but not only did I recognise her instantly from the few small photographs she had primed me with, but she’d have stood out anyway amongst the rest of the placard-carriers, mostly cab drivers looking bored and relatives looking anxious.

“Welcome to Texas,” she said – in a surprisingly un-Texas tone – once I was free of all the barriers. Stupidly, I marvelled at her voice: I had known from the start she was American but the accent still surprised me: stupid, as I say. If she was as flabbergasted by the English accent that emerged from my mouth then she gave no sign of it. But I knew already she was a woman in control, not given to bring thrown off her stride and not unpleasantly controlling.

We had warily got to know each other well in unusual circumstances and this was our first real meeting. This city was very much her territory, not mine, and as we sped in a cab to the large, impersonal hotel I had booked myself into I tried to get a sense of it. This was not easy as the cab windows were streaked with rain, and in addition I was trying to look at her as much as I could without seeming to stare.

She was as easy to look at as her photos had promised – absolutely unforgettable eyes set in an oval, unlined face. She sat with the same easy elegance in which she had dressed, her well cared for hands resting easily on her lap. Naturally she caught me staring but all she did by way of reaction was to flash me an amused smile, one that came all the way from the eyes.

We had agreed I would just dump my bag in my room at the hotel, quickly change and wash and then she would show me this seafood restaurant she liked. So I tore around the hotel room, showering the flight out of me and changing all my clothes and then rejoined her in the bar. Her coat was now off and she was sat on a bar-stool sipping I-didn’t-know-what from a frosted glass, her pleasingly-shaped legs in what looked to my untrained male eyes like tailored slacks, worn with a cream blouse that looked like silk. She still seemed calm, and cautiously friendly in a guarded way.

“She hates me.” I quietly moaned to myself, “Obviously she hates me and this has all been a colossal mistake!”

Whatever. We made it to the restaurant, which turned out to be as good as she promised it would. She was confident and totally at ease and I admired her enthusiasm for the dishes on the menu and her easy way with the waiters. Clearly they all adored her and could not understand what she was doing with the English ruffian sat opposite.

As the meal progressed we both relaxed a lot more. She gave me an edited and witty run-down of all the best and worst places to eat in her town – this place did great Italian but had a Ladies’ Room with prehistoric rokettube fittings; that one was also great for fish (but not as good as this one) and had had its exteriors used in some movie or other.

I only half-listened frankly – I was so taken by the animation in her face and the obvious warmth she felt for where she lived. I tried to counter by telling her of all the amazing fish restaurants I had eaten in on my visits to Ireland – a place that had had a Great Famine when the potatoes were blighted even though surrounded by seas choking with every kind of fish and seafood.

I told her of my favourite place in Dingle, County Kerry, where the lady-owner cheerfully indulged my whim for salmon in both starter and main course (smoked with soda bread and lemon for the one, grilled with Hollandaise sauce and superb potatoes in the other), and also tactfully persuaded an elderly American couple to share a lobster rather than have one each, a thing they were touchingly grateful for when they saw the size of the monster finally manhandled to their table.

We were mellowing with one another by now….we were talking to each other as easily and intimately as we had done before this first, real meeting…And sometimes we allowed our conversation to be just easy silences.

Finally the meal was over, and she agreed to come back to my hotel for a last drink. In the cab we were strangely silent, despite out having been so relaxed and at ease before. But sitting in the large sofa in my hotel room, the curtains open to the City, a small glass of the Armagnac I had brought over with me in our hands, all seemed relaxed once again.

“You know,” she said (that accent again which I was struggling to get used to), “I was very nervous about today. And tonight. I just could not stop worrying about what the reality might turn out to be.”

I said, “I was thinking just the same on the plane all the way over – even though we have talked on lots of occasions and about many different things, and had seemed to reach an easy intimacy…it was still going to be a leap wasn’t it?”

She looked thoughtful for a moment and flashed me that lovely smile. Then, putting her glass down on the low coffee table, she stood up and walked to the bathroom. “Won’t be long,” she said over her shoulder as she went.

I stood up and gazed out though the floor-to-ceiling window at the city beneath us. The room was on one of the higher floors and the view below was pretty breathtaking. Hanging in the now cloudless sky and facing the window was a seemingly enormous full moon. This was throwing shades of white and grey and black all over the room – we had had the room lighting on very low – and the overall effect would almost have been gloomy had it been any darker.

So, when I first heard her clearing her throat behind me I did not at first see her when I moved away from the window. Then I saw she had moved into the most moonlit part of the asyalı porno room, right by the bed near the window, and was standing very still looking at me. I in turn could not take my eyes from her: she had undressed completely and was standing, almost coquettishly, half facing me, her nearer leg bent a little so that her sex was all but still hidden by her hip. Her arms were crossed across her breasts, but leaving her nipples still visible.

She was gazing steadfastly at me, her eyes twinkling, her mouth almost but not quite smiling.

I was astonished by the effect of the moonlight on her glorious body: she was a study in monochrome beauty, worthy of a place in any erotica collection. I looked in her eyes again and this time the gleam told me what I should have suspected already – she had spotted the effect of the moonlight in the room herself beforehand and had not been able to resist…

I moved closer to her and brushed my fingertips across her forehead…..then I tilted her chin up with my hand and we both kissed suddenly and fervently. I do not know how long we would have been stood like that – our lips seemed just inextricably glued together – had she not broken off the kiss to sit on the bed beneath her and begun to unfasten my belt.

Foolishly I began to ask “Do you want us -?” – but she cut me off with a finger to her lips and I quickly unbuttoned and removed my shirt and the rest of my clothing. I pushed her back on the bed and sat at the foot regarding her.

She lay back on the pillow and said, rginning, “So…do you think this was worth the journey?!” Then she lifted her thighs apart, bent her legs at the knee and held both her hands in front of her sex, as if about to pleasure herself. She had shuffled down the bed a little so her upper body and head were totally flat and all I could through the gap above her hands were her nipples, now looking slightly erect.

Her face suddenly poked up over her breasts, “Well?!”, she said, “DO you?!”

I smiled, and nodded – and then I reached over and lifted her hands on to the bed either side of her body. My own hands then moved to her upper, inner thighs and my palms pressed lightly on to the smooth white flesh. I brought my face right up to her labia and then allowed my tongue to flick out of my mouth and caress her lips in a confident up-and-down movement, savouring the taste of her moistness and the velvety texture of her now slightly-parted lips…

I continued to lick her here until I felt her moistening and opening a little more…and then I just touched her clitoris briefly with the tip of my tongue, coaxing it to wakefulness. I paused to raise my head to look at her face: her head was back, her mouth a little open and she breathed a little faster; her eyes were gazing straight back at me and she whispered, “Why have you stopped?!”

I dipped again and continued to explore and taste her….sometimes rhythmically azeri porno licking her on the same area for minutes at a time….then changing the rate at which I licked her, or the precise part of her I licked, or exchanged licking for kissing or nuzzling or nibbling. My hands now had reached under her bottom to lift her up off the bed a little and hold her to my face.

I never neglected her clitoris for very long either…kissing and licking the tender area all around it, before sucking very gently, feeling it begin to swell a little. And as my tongue and lips attended to her clitoris, I would ease first one, later two fingers inside her, rotating them slowly, stretching her more and more open…and each time I did this I would make sure she saw me lick her juices from my fingertips.

After a while I raised my body up the bed to lie beside her, and kissed her softly on her mouth whilst my fingers still stroked the wet places between her legs… She turned to face me and took my penis in her fingers, stroking my hard shaft and then exploring my scrotum with her fingertips. I placed my thumb and forefinger at the top of her spine and then ran a fingernail slowly from her neck and down her spine and over the sweet curve of her arse.

Her response was to grip my helmet between her fingers and draw it to her parted, wet lips. I shifted position a little so that our bodies were now about as close as they could be short of being pressed together. She lifted up and bent her leg so that her pussy was now totally exposed and accessible to me and, pulling her calf on to my shoulder, I rolled a little further over and entered her, my penis sliding in quickly and smoothly between her wet and open lips.

And then we were both gripping one another’s bodies desperately, as we rolled this way and that over the bed, my pelvis thrusting in and out towards her, my hard, eager cock pulsing in and out of her. I still had one hand clutching and gripping her bottom and pulling it hard against me, to allow me deeper penetration with each new thrust. She in turn was pulling mine to her, gasping something or other into my ear as our frantic coupling progressed.

One moment I was on top: the next she was. Either way, the feel and taste and fragrance of her body as it pressed to mine was totally intoxicating. I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest, her nipples hard as cashew nuts pressing into me. I murmured her name into her ear as we continued to rock against each other, feeling our bodies both tautening and approaching release…

Then without warning her fingers were caressing and gently squeezing my balls once again and I practically exploded deep inside her, and even as I did so I felt her own body judder and shake and heard little cries escaping from her lips. Her breasts beneath my eyes were suffused a light but bright shade of pink as I felt her climax beneath me….

An hour or so later we were still lying contentedly on the bed, her body snuggled up close to mine, my arm around her shoulder stroking her upper arm.

“I don’t make a habit of this you know.” she murmured in my ear.

“Nor me,” I replied, “but it’s a habit I could certainly get to like…”

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It’s a Saturday night, your second one at school, but the first time you’re actually able to go out since getting everything together. In addition, I’m there, which is a rarity lately, and we’re planning on drinking. We start in your room, downing a few initially painful shots. In a few minutes, though, the taste is worth it, because I’m with you and I can feel the alcohol lightening my head, taking away all my cares, and replacing them with lust for you. It warms my whole body, especially my pussy, and I start picturing what it will be like when you fuck me later tonight.

My face flushes a little at how obvious what I was thinking about must have been; my jaw is slightly dropped, my eyes wide and looking at nothing but the future and your sexy features. I take another shot, scrunching my face in disgust. I know I’ll be set for the night, so I move on to you. You’re in the midst of a shot yourself, and before you realize what’s happening, I am on top of you, moaning and kissing your beautiful mouth roughly, wrapping my legs around you. I hear you drop the glass, and feel your newly freed hand squeeze my thigh. I continue kissing you, all over your face and your neck, breathing hard, running my hands through your hair. Your cock is pushing urgently through your pants, which only makes my desire worse; I start thrusting towards it.

You slide your hand further up my leg, then grab my ass hard. It hurts, but the pain mixes with my overwhelming desire for you to touch me. You grab the other cheek with your other hand and start directing my motions against your cock. My pussy is so hot, and I feel a trickle of cum moisten my panties. I moan out loud at the feel of it, and whisper, “I want you to fuck me” in hot breath in your ear. You start breathing heavier and grind me harder against you. The only thing I want more than to grab your cock is to feel it inside me. I take your hand and help you move it down my leg, to my inner thigh, and then let go, because I want you to touch me when YOU want it. I bite your neck gently, then nearly sink my teeth in when I feel your fingers brush against my pussy lips. You slide the tip of your finger up and down my dripping slit, flicking my clit at the top and teasing my hole at the bottom. I throw my head back in pleasure.

“Please…” I whisper. I don’t want to tell you what to do, but I need it so badly that I can’t stay quiet.

“What do you want?” you ask me. I know you want me to talk to you, tell you exactly what I want. Because of the alcohol, I hear myself saying it.

“Please… finger me, take two fingers and fuck me with them, I want to believe it’s your cock.” You’re probably surprised that I said it, because you oblige me. I feel myself being opened up, filled by you, and my heart skips a beat. Long, deep moans escape my mouth, but I don’t give any thought to stifling them. I don’t care who hears us. All I care about is you and the feeling building and escalating inside me, rising up and up.

“Yeahhh, that feels sooooo good, oh GOD,” I gasp, interrupting myself every few moments to kiss you violently. I can feel my eyes start rolling into the back of my head every time you curl your fingers inside of me, and your forceful breathing only accentuates it. My moans become screams, undulations into thrusts, and I cry out that I am about to cum…and you STOP. I am shocked, lost, and in pain; I feel like I am going to cry, but I know that denying me will only make it better in the end.

“Fuck you!” I whine, smiling.

“Later,” you say, returning my smile, and you are even sexier than usual.

“Yeah, we should actually get going, it’s getting pretty late,” I said after checking my watch. “It’s already after midnight, and we don’t want to be out too late, because I believe we have some things to do here,” I say with a purposely evil glint in my eyes. You agree, and I put some things together to wear. I had figured we would be doing something out of the ordinary for us this weekend; going to a club definitely was out of the ordinary. But at this point, I was so drunk and turned on that I couldn’t care less about the fact that I hate dancing.

“Turn around,” I ask you, because I don’t want you to see what underwear I’m wearing, so it will be a surprise later on. You grudgingly turn, and I slip on a leopard-print satin thong and matching strapless bra. I pull on a tight, low-cut black tank top, running my hands across my breasts as I stretch the fabric over them. Then I grab a pair of three-inch black leather high heel boots, unzip the sides, and step into each one, the leather embracing my calves. It doesn’t make sense to put them on before the skirt, but I know I look amazing, and I decide porno to give you a little peek.

I bend over, acting as though I need to pick up the skirt, and say, “Hey, I’m done.” I hear you turn, and I look behind at you, giving you a sly smile. As I suspected, you can’t resist, and within a second’s time, your hands are all over my body. You denied me, though, so I’m going to deny you.

“No, that wasn’t an invitation,” I scold. “What kind of girl do you think I am?” Suddenly, I realize I can’t resist either, and we share another erotic kiss. I stand on one foot while you hold my other leg. You hold me against you, your hand on the small of my back, and line the bulge in your pants up with my pussy. I feel myself getting absorbed in the moment again.

“No, we really have to stop, or else we’ll never leave,” I hear myself saying, although I want more than anything to bend over the bed beside you and have you violate me from behind. I step away, unzip my black leather miniskirt, and pull it on. You fasten your belt while I collect my hair into a ponytail. I somehow manage to apply black eyeliner, although the room is spinning a little.

“Alright, you want to go?” you ask.

“Yeah,” I reply, and we walk out of the room, your arm around my waist, my face nestled in your neck. I have no idea where how to get out of the building, so I let you lead me. We traverse down a flight of stairs, me struggling in the boots and the drunkenness. At their base, I dig my hands into your back like claws and drag you onto me, against the wall. We are kissing and moaning and groping each other in an almost inhuman way. It would be all about hormones, except I love you on top of them, and it makes the intoxicating lust spiral through me so intensely. I break the kiss, looking deep into your eyes, and we collect ourselves and walk to the door.

The street en route to the club is a blur of people and colors. Cobblestones fly under my feet, and I grip you tightly, both to feel safe and to get closer to you. I observe the neon signs and all the cars going by blasting music with wonderment; it’s nothing like my school in the middle of nowhere. Before I know it, we’re in front of our destination. The ground pulsates from the vigorous dance music blaring inside, and the line of club-goers outside is swaying to the beat. I must have been watching them for longer than I realized, because I feel you tugging on my arm.

“They said we could go right in,” you say.

“Why? Isn’t that kind of unfair?” I ask.

“Look at you. You’re so hot,” you reply, and I smile. I almost forgot what I was wearing. We step into the club. It’s overwhelming inside– the music undulating through a perfect sexual tempo, new layers of beats grasping the previously existing ones, and the sound rises in waves like an orgasm. Lights flash from the ceiling, bathing everyone present in a luminescent spotlight for just a moment. The people themselves are packed closely on the floor, but every few seconds, I can make out individuals with individual looks of pleasurable determination on their sweat-shined faces. I’m sure there are a lot of attractive people out there, but I feel entirely asexual towards them. All my interest is focused on you. I feel you come up behind me and pull me close to you, and out of instinct, I thrust my ass against your crotch. You suck in a breath, and, taking me by the hand, pull me out onto the dance floor. We move until we blend in with the center of the crowd. Much unlike us, we start dancing. It is easier than I thought; the music absolutely takes hold of me. I grind myself against you, and you move your hands all over me, squeezing my breasts over the thin tank top, spreading my legs out wider, and bending my ass to you. I turn my head and kiss you. As our lips touch, I feel like I’m dreaming. I suck on your lower lip, then your upper one; when I can catch your tongue, I run my own over it as if it were your cock. It’s too loud to hear you moan, but I can feel you doing it. I open my eyes to make sure you’re not watching me, and quickly drop my hand to your waist. I plunge my hand down your pants and into the slit of your boxers, barely containing the length of your swollen cock. I squeeze the shaft as hard as I can, because you’ve said it doesn’t hurt. I can feel the blood pumping, and all I can think about is how I would die to feel that same pumping inside of me. You take my face in both hands and kiss me again. I nearly cum at the voltage of it. It occurs to me that people may be watching us, but it’s kind of a turn on. I feel like a “bad girl,” but it’s only superficial, because it’s with you and what we have is real, not some lifeless fling. I slide anime porno my hand up your cock to the head, and I can tell by how hard it is that it’s purplish-red, how it looks right before you cum, or when you’ve been hard for a long time. I wrap my fingers around your shaft and pull your body close to me.

“Let’s get out of here, I want you to fuck me,” I whispered in your ear. You slide your hand down my back and give me ass a hard squeeze, pushing me forward.

We walk out the club, and the walk becomes a run as we hurry back to your room. I have never wanted you this badly, and I can tell you feel the same way. You keep telling how badly you want to fuck me, and all I can do is moan. After what seems like forever, we’re back in the privacy of your room. As usual, your roommates are nowhere to be found. The door slams behind us, and with the sound, I turn and kiss you hard. To my surprise, you pull me off of you.

“I am calling the shots tonight,” you say, and I feel a rush of cum to my pussy. I am the type of person who is always in control in everyday life; the thought of having you take it away is such a turn on.

“Get on your knees,” you order. I feel myself moan out loud at the power in your voice. I want nothing more than to feel like your little slut and suck your cock as well as I can. I want to impress you. I reach for your fly, but you back up.

“Use your teeth,” you say. I look up you, a little shocked, but I am ready to do anything for you. You own me. I take the copper zipper between my teeth, tasting the bitterness of the metal, and painstakingly pull it down. I have to do it a few times before I get it right—I have enough trouble undoing it with one hand. I look up and see a huge bulge in your boxers. I strain upward and free your cock with my lips. I can’t help but be overwhelmed by the sheer size of it, even though I’ve seen it many times before.

“I want you to suck it, and if you make me happy, I’ll fuck you like the slut that you are,” you whisper. I act as if on instinct, and crawl underneath your cock, licking the swollen underside of it, sucking all the way up the shaft, to the head. I can feel you shudder. I know you love it. Your cock is harder than I’ve ever seen it, and I plunge the tip of it into my hot mouth, licking it in soft circles. I feel your hand on my hair, stroking it, and something about it makes me feel even more submissive. Fearing my gag reflex a bit, I grab your leg with my left hand and you ass with my right, and take your entire cock down my throat. You moan out loud, and I do the same, over and over.

“Oh yeah, that feels so good,” you groan. “I love when you suck my cock. Do you?” I pause to pull your dick out of my mouth, and answer with a breathless, “Yes.” You stroke my hair again, this time more forcefully, and impale me on your hardness. I am completely yours. I am suddenly conscious of the wetness between my legs. I have been spread apart this whole time, and now I’m throbbing. I want you to touch me so badly. Maybe you can sense this, because you tell me to stop. You bend down and give me a luscious kiss. I am still on my knees, looking up at you, trying to determine what is to come next… but part of me doesn’t want to know. The anticipation is delicious.

“Get on the bed,” you tell me. I stand and move cautiously to it, somewhat afraid of what you’re going to do. You advance close to me and give me an approving look.

“You’ve done well,” you say, massaging my breasts. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“God, yes, so badly,” I moan.

“Are you sure? Because I’m not going to let you cum until I say you can, and I don’t feel like letting you off easy.”

“Yes, yes I’m sure… I want to feel you inside me.” You wrap your arm around my waist and pull my black tank top off, revealing the leopard-print bra that I so teasingly flashed you before. Then you unzip the black leather miniskirt, leaving me in a bra, thong, and black knee-high boots. You lift me onto the bed and tell me to lie down. I oblige you, and you take a blindfold from some previously secret place and tie it across my eyes.

“I’ll be back,” you say, and I strain to hear what you are doing. All I detect are your footsteps leaving the room. I lay on your bed, so excited for what is to come, but scared at the same time. We have never done anything quite like this. I can’t ignore the burning heat in my pussy, and all I want is to feel your cock deep inside of me. I wait on your bed for what seems like forever before I hear you return. I turn my head towards the door and feel your lips on mine. I kiss you like I want to hold you there with me.

“Lift your arms above your arap porno head,” you tell me, breaking the kiss. I do so. Your hands run across my chest on the way to my arms. You take the left one, and I feel you tie a knot around it and secure me to one bedpost. You do the same with the right, stopping only to tease my pussy over the wet satin of my panties or flick a hard nipple through my bra. You grab both string sides of my thong and rip it off. I lay there, arms tied above me head, wet pussy completely exposed.

“Spread your legs for me, now,” you say, and I feel myself blushing as I open myself up so wide for you. You secure both legs to opposite bedposts, leaving me straining to feel your touch. I am dripping onto the sheets.

“I want you to fuck me so hard,” and I hear myself begging “please.” Then there is a sharp, shocking sting between my legs as you slap me.

“I know you want it, but it’s up to me when I decide to fuck you… IF I decide to fuck you, I should say.” I groan. You turn me on so much, and the slaps against my wet pussy only make my desires worsen. Then, without warning, I feel your weight lift off the bedsprings, and you’re gone. I am tied to your bed, legs spread wide open, needing to be fucked, but soon I hear you return. You reach behind my back and unclasp my strapless bra, pulling it off and throwing it somewhere.

“You’re so sexy,” you say. “And you’re mine.” You settle between my legs, and I feel you lean forward. You take one breast in each hand, squeezing the fullness of each, as if testing the ripeness of a fruit, and pinch my nipples uncomfortably hard. I feel one of your hands lift off me, and I find myself nearly begging out loud for you to push it inside my tight snatch. The heat is practically radiating out of me.

“What do you want?” you ask me. I am afraid to answer, my pussy still burning from your earlier punishment.

“I want you to finger me,” I whisper. I feel your hot breath on my neck and moan. In a quick motion, you move closer and bite me, sucking hard. I know you want to leave a mark, identifying me as yours. My moans become louder and more sustained; I feel myself losing control, but it feels good.

“Why do you think you deserve it?” you ask. My mind searches frantically for an answer besides the fact that you love me, or that I want it. I hear myself saying what I know you want me to say.

“Because I’m your little slut, and I have been doing everything you want me to do.”

“Good answer. You have been good.” I feel your fingers lightly trace my thigh from next to my knee slowly up to my groin, and I start bucking involuntarily, as if trying to impale myself on your fingers. I know that your hand is just centimeters from my pussy. I can feel you.

“Please…” I beg. You take one finger and touch my clit. I moan so loudly that it’s almost a scream. You massage it, and it feels amazing.

“Oh god, I want you so bad… I want you to fuck me with your massive cock until I hurt,” I moan. You draw your finger between my soaking pussy lips, slowly moving down, until to reach my dripping hole. You pause there. I thrust my hips up at you, unable to do anything but feel you move away, teasing me. Your finger darts nearly inside of me, then out again. You follow the rush of cum dripping from me down to the sheets, tracing over my ass.

“Please, Brian….please fill me up, I need it,” I groan. I feel pressure on my hole again.

“Whose are you,” you ask. I can tell you are smiling.

“God… I’m yours, I’m yours, Brian.”

“You are my what?”

“I’m your little slut.” Just as I say these words, you rip off my blindfold and impale me with your cock, looking deep into my eyes. I had no idea it was even out, but I have no desire to consider how it happened. I just feel wave after wave of pleasure rise inside of me. You’ve never fucked me this hard. You stop to undo my arms, and I dig my fingers into your back, begging you to go harder. Your cock feels so good inside of me. I clench my muscles around your length, screaming. I’m sure your entire dorm can hear us, but I don’t care. You drive into me with a force I have never seen before, groaning and breathing hard. The pleasure builds, and I feel my eyes rolling back into my head, my mouth wide open, screams escaping my lips.

“I’m going to cum,” I say, grabbing your back.

“Good, cum for me,” you reply, and with these words, I feel myself tightening up around you, and experience the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life. You pull out of me and position yourself above me face.

“I’m going to cum,” you moan.

“I want to swallow it,” I say, leaning forward to take you in my mouth. I feel you spasm, and load after load of thick cum shoots down my throat. I lick it off your cock, loving the taste of it. Even after you stop, I continue to lick you, savoring you. You untie my legs, and lie next to me. We fall asleep, naked and cuddling.

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