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Dr. S

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t this nice?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

“Then why come?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready?” He asked.

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

I smiled. “I need you inside me.”

“I need you too,” he replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmmmm,” I groaned then sat up.

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

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

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

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

“I mean, if you want to?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at Don and said, “now what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That time came and they made good their escape!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The next morning …

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The first time I saw Vima I had no idea she might change my life. I teach graduate students at a large university and have seen a lot of students come and go over the years. I typically try to keep a professional distance between myself and my students, particularly the female students. Like many organizations this place can be a rumor mill, and I have found that the best way to avoid being the source of unwanted attention is to avoid even the appearance of impropriety. Projecting the image of professional detachment usually discourages unwanted attention and makes my working life much less complicated.

On the other hand, it has also left me very much alone. Still single and nearing forty years old, my commitment to professional advancement means I come home every evening to an empty house, unless you count a cat. So, when I first met Vima, I was already keenly aware of the empty space in my life.

Everything about her intrigued me. She had come to the United States from India to pursue a doctoral degree. She was in her late twenties, and like me had made a great deal of personal sacrifices to get to where she was in life. Her commitment to academic success also left her unattached. Her looks were the first things that caught my attention. She was petite, no more than five feet and one inch tall, and very slightly built. Her hair was dark and wavy and pulled back simply behind her head. But it was her face that captivated me most. A small round face contrasted by large dark almond shaped eyes that followed me all around the classroom.

Vima’s first visits to my office were innocent enough, the typical questions about class-related matters, and she stayed only long enough to get whatever answers she needed. As time went by, I inquired about how she enjoyed her stay in the US, which opened the door for us to discuss more conversational and personal interests. I knew I had feelings for her, but tried to convince myself that developing a friendship was perfectly normal, nothing wrong with that, right? All the while I tried to convince myself, a growing sense of mutual attraction developed and became obvious. Her visits to my office became increasingly casual and frequent, our conversations often entirely personal in nature and lasting an hour or more.

The turning point came on a warm, quiet Friday afternoon. The building was almost entirely empty, as most other professors had typically gone home early. Something caught my eye, and I looked up to see Vima standing in the doorway.

Her soft gentle voice had become a welcome sound and immediately got my complete attention, “I saw your door open, so I thought I’d drop by to say hello before leaving for the weekend.” She spoke in almost a whisper with a breathy quality to her voice. Unlike other students, she didn’t wait for me to invite her in and immediately sat down across the desk from me making herself comfortable. For such a seemingly shy and quiet woman, she had become unusually relaxed around me, almost disconcertingly so.

As she sat down my heart beat a little faster, and I tried not to betray my delight at her presence. Aside from looking forward to our conversations, Vima’s figure had always appealed to me, with slender round hips and a very narrow waist, and small “A-cup” breasts that perfectly complimented her figure. It was her face; however, that most captured my attention. Her round face could only be described at sweet, radiating a kindness that could put anyone at ease. Large, wide, dark almond-shaped eyes contrasted a small mouth outlined by cupid lips.

She was dressed as usual, casual slacks and a cotton blouse, but this time I noticed something different. As she sat back in the chair, it was unmistakable that contrary to her previous visits, she was not wearing a bra. The small, hard points of her nipples pushed forward against the thin fabric of her blouse. A hint of her dark round areolas showed under the translucent fabric. I tried my best to maintain eye contact with Vima but was obsessed with the thought of just a single layer of thin cotton obstructing my view of her firm small mounds.

Her small breasts rose as she inhaled deeply. She smiled nervously and glanced downward for a moment as if to carefully chose her words, then raised her face and said, “Actually, I have a question for you about one of the readings for class. I could not find it on the course website and wondered if you could help.” As she said this, her smile changed to a look of confidence as her eyes narrowed, as if she were playing a sort of game she did not yet want me to know about.

“Sure,” I told her, “Come around the desk where you can see the screen and we’ll find where it’s located.” As soon as the words left my mouth I began to tremble, knowing I was treading into dangerous territory. Before I could correct myself and tell her to stay in her seat across the desk from me, she already approached behind my chair to look over my shoulder to where she could see the monitor. As she leaned forward to get a better view, görükle escort she gently rested her hand on my shoulder. In any other setting this would have been perfectly normal, but there was nothing normal about this, and I knew it.

An electric current emanated over my body from just her tiny hand. It was the first time Vima had ever touched me, and the sensation made every cell of my body vibrate. That tiny hand of hers, even so casually placed, had an incredible effect on my being. It was a good thing the keyboard was pulled forward to cover my lap, or she would certainly have seen my rapidly growing erection.

I knew I was at a crossroads. I could pretend to ignore my desire for her and proceed in my usual professional manner, or I could act on that desire. Before I even had time to think what to do next, she leaned inward to see the monitor more closely and before I could think, her face was just inches away from mine. It took only a slight inhale and then I could smell her.

Why is it that our sense of smell reaches most deeply into our mind and emotions? Just the faint hint of a woman’s scent, that sweet, cloying spice can make a man forget anything and focus all his other senses on just that one lovely soul. Even her smallest movements made a slight breeze, and my heightened awareness brought on by my arousal could sense everything about her. She wasn’t wearing perfume. Not Vima. No, this was much more intense and intimate. It was the natural smell of a woman, the scent of her hair, her freshly bathed skin, and her warm breath. As close as I was, I could all but taste her, and I began to think about changing that very soon.

I turned to look at her and was treated to an unobstructed view down her blouse. Her small breast, no larger than a champagne glass, was tipped with a dark brown areola no wider than a quarter with a small, pointed nipple that was perfectly centered. She was more beautiful that I had ever imagined. I wondered why she bothered to wear a bra at all, they were so small and firm… but what was I doing?!

I immediately felt a rush of embarrassment to contrast my arousal. What would Vima think of me staring down her blouse like some lecherous adolescent trying to get a cheap thrill? Using nearly all the willpower I could summon I immediately refocused my gaze on her eyes. “I think you will find the link for all the readings on this page,” as I tried to keep my mind focused on answering her initial question. Staying focused was becoming increasingly difficult with my hardened cock and the sensory overload of her proximity overwhelming all my senses.

“I tried that link, but it took me nowhere,” she gently said. Her voice had changed now, it was softer than usual, breathier than usual, and instead of merely hearing her I could feel her exhale warmly in my ear as she spoke. Her voice became slightly hesitant as she continued, perhaps unsure of what she was about to do. “I wonder if this other link would take me to where I want to go…” and as she spoke, she softly laid her hand on mine, as if to guide the computer mouse to where she wanted it to go. My body trembled as I turned to face her. I had never seen such an intense look in her eyes as our gazes met. As I look back, I’m not even sure I was able to breathe; my body was in such a state of arousal and emotional tension.

Our eyes met, hesitated for a second, then I felt her fingers intertwine around mine, still resting on the mouse. Her fingers slipped to lace into my own. There was no mistaking the essence of her touch, it was as loving as it was erotic, she was literally reaching out to claim me as her own. I offered no resistance; my heart belonged to her long ago. My fingers involuntarily intertwined with Vima’s, without even my thinking, as instinct overtook my reason and my body dictated my actions. Her sweet, innocent mouth was just inches away from my own, closer than it had ever been. I leaned toward her and our lips met, just barely touching.

My heart stopped, as she offered no response, nothing! My God… had I gone to far… had I completely misread the situation?! I placed my hand on her face, lovingly cupping her cheek in my hand as I wanted to do for so long and placed my lips against hers a second time. Vima was still frozen, her lips unresponsive against my intimate caress. I pulled back a few inches and looked into her eyes, and to my surprise and relief her expression was one of adoration rather than offense. My voice was barely a whisper, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, Vima. Haven’t you?” She dropped her head as if embarrassed, hesitated for a few seconds then looked me in the eyes more intensely than ever and replied, “Yes, I have. You’re so dear to me!”

No sooner had she gotten the words out of her mouth than I placed my lips against hers again, only this time I could feel her response. No sooner had our lips met than I felt hers part and her warm velvety tongue enter my mouth. I never imagined such a shy introverted woman could eskort bayan express herself so clearly. Of course, it had taken some coaxing, but her forward sexual expression still surprised me.

For months I had longed to taste her, and now I could feel her lips, tongue and taste her sweet saliva in my mouth. Just when her flavor reached the back of my mouth and I was ready to uninhibitedly give in to her overture she rose and marched toward the door of my office. My insecurity again took over as I wondered to myself, “What have I done? Have I gone too far?” As her small figure strode away my heart dropped in my chest. But just as she got to the door, her back to me, she slowly locked the door, paused for a moment then turned back to face me.

Vima’s dark eyes met mine directly, but her body betrayed her anxiety. She breaths were short and shallow, and her feet carefully moved one in front of the other as she approached me, and I rose from my chair. Nevertheless, her eyes remained steadily focused on mine, like a tigress staring at her prey. That my throbbing hard cock was now fully apparent to her was of no interest to me anymore. We embraced and now hungrily kissed as if trying to devour each other. Our tongues searched each other’s mouths while our arms pulled ourselves almost to the crushing point. Vima was so petite that I felt I towered over her at six feet tall, but this tiny woman now possessed a sexual presence that made her feel much more than her small height.

My hands, which at first rested on her slender hips, moved upward to cup her breasts. They were so small that I was unaware I had touched them until I felt the pointed firmness of her nipples in my palms. I let my mouth wonder down her neck and my tongue trace downward while my fingers gently felt the hardness of her tiny nipples. They were as small and hard as pencil erasers, and the very feel of them made my mouth water. In seconds I hastily unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it clear of her shoulders down to her waist. Her face blushed red in response to me brazenly baring her breasts while I gasped as the sight of her beauty, so small and petite, her skin was the smoothest light brown I had ever seen.

Without even thinking I sank to my knees, so I was eye level with her breasts, the dark brown nipples perfectly level with my mouth. I felt her hands wrap around the back of my head and intertwine my hair, but I needed no coaxing as my eager mouth greedily locked onto one nipple then the other. I took my mouth off her saliva-coated nipples long enough to look up into her face and say, “Vima, I’ve dreamed of this for so long… you know I’ll give you whatever you want.” Her mouth hung open breathlessly, but before she had time to reply I returned to sucking and rolling her hardened nipple on my tongue. A sharp intake of breath told me my efforts were working.

As I continued to savor her brown tits my hands worked on her pants, working them down off her hips toward the floor. Vima stepped out of her pants and was now completely exposed. She stepped backwards and leaned her little butt against the edge of the desk, her legs firmly and modestly together, though by now with her fully unclothed I could already smell her naked pussy.

My eyes closed, I continued to work my way down across her belly. As my lips brushed her skin, I could feel the silky soft down of her body hair on my lips. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, hinting to her what would come next. I wanted Vima to know I was more than willing to use my lips and tongue to give her all the pleasure she could handle.

Even with my eyes closed I could hear Vima’s breathing change to slow deep exhales as she savored the pleasure of my attention. The closer I got to her crotch the more I could sense her arousal. Her sweet musk flowed upward toward my head and encircled it with its intoxicating essence. Only a few inches lower and I found myself facing her full black bush. The sight of Vima’s lush hairy cunt hardened my cock to the point of painfulness. My whole body hungered for the taste of her pussy, but to my frustration she kept her legs firmly together.

I brushed my face against the silken black hair covering her mound as I inhaled her scent, then looked up to her face, “So tell me, Vima, where is my tongue going to give you more pleasure, in my mouth, or exploring your sweet folds?” She blushed as a look of embarrassment crossed her face for a moment, perhaps thinking she had gotten more than she bargained for, but as our eyes met, she smiled and while taking a deep relaxing breath, then eased herself further back on the desk while opening her legs to my hungry tongue.

Now this once shy Indian beauty sat on my desk, her legs apart, and her moistened pussy staring me in the face. Dark hair framed her swollen labia while a distinct pink line down the center promised warm tender folds to be found inside her. I honestly have to say I almost drooled at the sight of her exposed flesh, so beautifully framed altıparmak escort in dark hair. Her labia were already moist from arousal, and the smell of her natural aroma finally drove me over the edge. I looked up at her gorgeous almond shaped eyes again and said, “Vima, I just have to do this!” and with those words I lovingly buried my face in her hot moist cunt.

I desperately needed to taste her arousal, so I used my tongue to take long deep strokes from one end of her pussy to the other, where I finished by teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her flavor was delicious, and I could taste her in my mouth and down the back of my throat. I looked up to Vima’s pretty face to see her expression, but her head was tilted upward to the ceiling and her breasts, as tiny as they were, pushed out and up as her lungs struggled to breathe from the pure pleasure of it all.

As I worked on giving her succulent cunt all the loving attention it deserved, I began stripping off my own clothing. She didn’t even realize that in less than a minute I was completely naked, kneeling between her slender legs, literally worshiping her juicy pussy with my whole body at her disposal. I continued to savor the sweet tangy flavor of her moist pussy while my tongue moved to her clit, sucking it as if it were one of her nipples, while massaging it with my tongue. My hands held her firmly at the waist, so she was pressed against my face. I could feel her squirming against me, but it was not in order to get away, it was her response to her arousal and her effort to bring herself closer to the release she craved.

It wasn’t long before I got the reward I longed for as her body stiffened and she just barely uttered the first words since I kissed her, “I… I’m… ooh… lover… I’m cumming!!!!!”

With those words my beloved Indian sweetheart came all over the same tongue I used to kiss her just minutes before, and I loved every second of it. Though I couldn’t see her with my face buried between her thighs, I could clearly hear the sound of her breathing. At the point of her climax, it was more like deep panting, but as her body relaxed it slowed and my licking motions responded to her pace. When she was fully relaxed, I pulled my mouth from her engorged clit and looked up at her face, blushing and filled with color.

I raised myself up and she seemed genuinely surprised to see me naked. Now my dearest Vima was sitting nude with my swollen cock pointed directly at her puffy little wet cunt. I told her, “You need to know, that is one of my favorite things to do, and I’m going to want to do that to you very often.” She looked at me, still trying to catch her breath. Something had changed in Vima, as she leaned toward me and cupped my face in her hands and replied, “You can do that all you want, as long as you promise to let me return the favor, starting right now.”

To my complete surprise she pushed me back into my chair and sank to her knees in front of me. Her gaze focused on my cock as she gently wrapped her little hand around the shaft, barely touching it. Her slender digits caressed it from root to tip, tracing her fingertips along the raised blue veins. I couldn’t tell if her touch was meant to be sensual, or if it was merely uncertain, but in a few moments she squeezed it with authority. With a surprised gasp she looked up at me and exclaimed, “I can feel your pulse.”

By now my cock was so hard it literally hurt. I didn’t know what to say to her, all I could think of was her touch, and her warm pretty mouth only inches from my cockhead. I opened my mouth to speak, still uncertain what to say to her when she leaned forward and as if in slow motion extended her tongue to meet the tip and began tracing circles around the head. The anticipation was such that I had to remind myself to breathe. As much as I wanted to close my eyes from the pleasure, but I could not take my sight off her lovingly coating the tip of my cock with her saliva. I didn’t know what was more erotic, the look of her caressing my swollen glans, or the feel of her warm tongue on the most sensitive part of my body. “Vima… that feels…” but my words were involuntarily cut off as I felt her mouth engulf my throbbing head. I couldn’t even speak.

Her lips slowly moved toward the base then stopped as I felt her tongue caress the underside of my cock, then just as quickly she withdrew me and looked up in surprise, “I could feel you throbbing in my mouth!”

My hands rested gently on her shoulders and I moved them to touch her lips, “It’s the same when I kiss you, now you know why I love it so much.” She merely smiled and renewed her oral efforts with a new sense of enthusiasm, nearly devouring my aching cock in her mouth. Her one hand grasped the base of my cock, the other slowly worked its way up my thigh until she cupped my swollen balls in her hand. The pleasure was exquisite.

She tried to accommodate my entire length in her mouth but was unable to fit it all, and I didn’t care. Just to feel her juices bathe my turgid shaft was more than I had ever expected. After a few minutes of her loving attention, I pulled her face off me and leaned down to kiss her mouth. Her lips were hot from the friction of bobbing up and down, and I could taste the musk of my cock on her breath.

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Waking up alone in an unfamiliar bed, Jenny panicked for a moment. She could tell it was late and was worried that she had slept through her Lit class. All she had to do was hand in her paper, but she needed to be there to do it.

But it was only 1:30 and her class wasn’t until 2. She pulled the covers up over her head and breathed in the smells underneath, thinking back to her delightful tete-a-tete with Eva. Jenny had been with quite a few women by then, but Eva was really something special: a generously curvaceous body, deliciously soft skin, and an insatiable appetite.

Jenny was tempted to rub one out before getting out of bed, but knew that she really needed to get going. After getting dressed she grabbed a cup of tea and a scone, quickly printed out her paper, and headed out to class. She felt elated as she handed in her paper, confident that it was the best thing she’d written in her young life.

Afterward she immediately got to work studying for her Econ final the next day. She already knew the material, but she had gotten fired up with the idea of not just doing well, but doing the best she possibly could. She studied until 11 P.M. and then turned in, wanting to get a good night’s sleep.

She plowed through the Econ test quickly and confidently, had lunch, and then hunkered down to study for her Biology final the following day. By the time she had finished that test, late Wednesday afternoon, she was ready for a break. She walked into town and treated herself to dinner at a cheap Italian place where she and Kristin had eaten together a few times.

She also treated herself to a couple glasses of red wine — though she was underage, she never had a problem getting served at this particular restaurant. So as she walked home she felt warm inside despite the frosty temperature. She felt even warmer when she thought of what awaited her when she got back to Alpha Beta Delta: a cozy house full of friendly females.

Suddenly she felt so horny she could barely stand it; she quickened her pace and got back to ABD House in record time. But when she stepped through the door it was deathly quiet. All the Sisters were either holed up in their rooms studying, or at a library or cafe, or God knows where doing God knows what. There was no one in the living room, no one in the kitchen.

Jenny bursa escort headed for the basement hoping to find April. Her pussy was dripping as she imagined feasting on her ex-roommate’s naked body. But April wasn’t around, and Jenny threw herself down on the couch, frustrated and annoyed. She was about to give up and just start playing with herself when she remembered Lindsay.

Rousing herself, Jenny began to climb the stairs. When she passed Kristin’s door she paused, wondering if there was anyone inside. She put her ear to the door; no sign of life. Just as well, she thought; she wanted to give Kristin space this week.

After climbing the last flight Jenny knocked on Lindsay’s door. No answer. She waited a minute and tried again, and was just turning to go when she heard a voice behind her.

“She’s not around right now.” The voice was familiar; spinning back around, Jenny was surprised to see Hana leaning in a doorway at the end of the hall.

Feeling suddenly shy, Jenny shrugged. “I’ll come back.”

“You can come wait in my room,” said Hana.

“Oh,” said Jenny, “um, that’s OK.” She wasn’t quite sure why she said that, but something about the way Hana was looming there in the darkened doorway intimidated her. She had started to leave when Hana spoke up again, louder this time.

“I really think you want to come in here.”

Jenny hesitated. As a non-Sister, Hana had no authority over her. At the same time, something in her voice compelled Jenny to obey. After a few seconds she reversed course and walked toward Hana, who stepped back from the doorway to allow her to enter.

The show Hana had played a few nights before had been the final one of her tour, and since she had no clear next destination, Lindsay had invited her to stay at ABD for awhile. The room she was crashing in had been used as a storage closet for the last few years; she had cleared out enough space for a single mattress and small desk.

Immediately upon entering Jenny felt her hands being pulled behind her back and tied there. Hana pressed up against her from behind, squeezing her breasts, running one hand down to her crotch. “Up here for a little booty call?” she purred into Jenny’s ear. “Pussy a little hungry maybe?” But before Jenny got a chance to answer she felt escort bursa a ball-gag being pushed into her mouth.

After tying off the gag, Hana bent Jenny forward over the desk, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties down around her knees. Jenny sighed and surrendered herself; she had put herself in this position, and there was no point being a baby about it.

Hana disappeared for a moment and when she came back into Jenny’s line of sight, she had something in her hand: a piece of wood about three feet long, with the Greek letters for Alpha Beta Delta carved into it. Jenny’s eyes went wide when she saw it, and Hana smiled. “I just found this in a box back there,” she said, nodding her head toward the far corner of the room. “Nice, isn’t it?” she said, smacking it loudly against her palm.

Jenny studied the implement curiously: It wasn’t the kind of heavy paddle you might see at a fraternity, but more a kind of glorified ruler, maybe a quarter-inch thick at its widest point. Hana touched it to Jenny’s exposed ass, then tapped it against her a couple of times — measuring the blow, and making Jenny think about what was coming.

Just then they heard footsteps coming down the hall, and then Lindsay’s voice approaching. “There’s nobody around at all,” she was saying as she came closer. “It’s weird.” What Jenny didn’t know was that, over the last few days, Lindsay and Hana had been indulging their appetites with various underclassman who had no choice but to comply. But today Lindsay’s fishing expedition had come up empty.

When she turned into the doorway and saw the scene before her, Lindsay froze. “Look who came to say hi,” said Hana.

“Well, well,” answered Lindsay. “Our favorite freshman.” Seeing the paddle in Hana’s hand, she asked, “What’s that?”

Hana held it up. “I found this in a box over there.”

“Give it to me,” ordered Lindsay, and Hana handed it over. Lindsay turned the paddle over in her hand and wobbled it in the air. “Hmm,” she murmured. “Well, seeing as how I actually belong to this sorority, I think I should get the first turn.”

Hana shrugged. “I can’t argue with that.”

Jenny quickly learned that although the paddle didn’t look like much, its thinness made it flexible, and it really stung. She moaned into her ball-gag as Lindsay bursa escort bayan and Hana took turns punishing her. What made it worse was that she hadn’t actually done anything. When you knew you had done something wrong, punishment could be satisfying; this was just random.

Even so, Jenny found herself responding in the usual manner. Her pussy had already been wet, but now the liquid was streaming down her thighs. When the punishment was over, she experienced a feeling of relief bordering on ecstasy. She sat back on her haunches and closed her eyes, the pain of the spanking transmuting itself into a kind of warmth.

When she opened her eyes again, Hana was laying on the mattress naked with her legs spread wide. Her pink pussy was open and beckoning, and Jenny didn’t need to be told what to do; she spun around on her knees, bent down between the older girl’s legs, and began slurping away with gusto.

After a minute Jenny felt movement behind her, then her legs being kicked apart. She glanced over her shoulder to see Lindsay standing over her equipped with a long, upward-curving pink strap-on. She tried to relax as Lindsay sank down to one knee, grasped her by the hips, and plunged in.

Now Jenny found herself in the exact opposite of her position of a few days previously: Eating Hana’s pussy as Lindsay fucked her from behind. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was aware that Lindsay was violating ABD rules by using a strap-on; only seniors were supposed to have them. But at the moment she didn’t care. She was a creature of pure, wanton pleasure, reduced to nothing but her tongue and her cunt.

Next thing Jenny was aware of, she was laying with her head on Hana’s chest. Hana was stroking her hair and both of them were sweaty, sated, and a little drowsy. But Jenny’s work for the night was not done yet; soon she felt Lindsay’s hands gripping her shoulders and rolling her over onto her back. A few seconds later Lindsay’s warm, wet crotch descended onto her face and she obediently stuck out her tongue, pushing it up between the soft folds above her.

Hana took this opportunity to go down for a taste of Jenny’s pussy, which was every bit as delicious as she remembered. After a few tentative licks she found herself diving in with abandon, spreading Jenny’s legs wide, penetrating her with fingers and tongue, and lapping at her clit.

It was getting late by the time Jenny finally staggered back downstairs to her bed. She’d gotten everything she was looking for and then some, and had no problem slipping off to dreamland.

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When the lights went up it was clear that the dirty movie had had the intended effect on its audience. Kristin was masturbating and Janet and Sophie had their hands up each other’s skirts. Jenny, meanwhile, had clearly not gotten to see the end of the movie — she was sprawled across Diana and Juliet’s laps with her head between Diana’s thighs as Juliet fingered her.

There was a brief intermission during which Jenny brought Diana to orgasm, then very quickly had one herself as Juliet’s skilled hands manipulated her clit. Jenny stood up and wiped her mouth with one hand, her face reddening as she looked around the room and realized she had become the center of attention. Janet thought it very sweet that Jenny could still be embarrassed this way.

After straightening herself up as best she could, Jenny set about refreshing everyone’s drinks and bringing more popcorn from the kitchen. Soon they were all settled in again, and Sophie switched the lights back off and started the second feature.

* * *

The movie started with Sophie driving down a deserted highway, singing along with the radio and looking carefree as could be. She was in a pink Cadillac convertible, wearing a pink polka-dot dress and matching pink sunglasses. Suddenly the music stopped as a siren blared and a red light appeared in her rear-view mirror.

There was a long shot bursa escort of the police car pulling Sophie over, then a cut back to the inside of the car as the cop walked up to the driver’s side window. It was a female officer, tall and muscular, wearing aviator glasses and with her dark brown hair tied back.

“License and registration,” she growled. There was a shot from the cop’s point of view as Sophie leaned over to open the glove compartment; the pink dress was very short and showed off her long, tan legs.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” asked the policewoman as Sophie handed her the paperwork.

“No ma’am,” answered Sophie respectfully.

“Pretty fucking fast,” said the cop. After taking a cursory glance at Sophie’s license, she asked Sophie to step out of the car. Sophie complied and the cop had her put her hands on the hood of the car. From a new camera angle you could see the officer’s name tag — it said “Lane” — as she patted Sophie down very thoroughly, taking liberties with her tits and ass.

“There’s two ways this can go,” said Officer Lane. “One, I take you in, and if you have money you can pay the fine. But not until you see the judge, and that might not be until tomorrow.”

Sophie frowned. “And what’s the other way?”

Officer Lane responded by flipping up the back of Sophie’s dress, revealing escort bursa a pair of skimpy pink panties, and roughly grabbing her crotch. Sophie moaned involuntarily, and that was all the answer the officer needed; she pulled Sophie’s panties down and off and kicked the girl’s legs apart with one foot. Next Officer Lane pulled out her billy club and ran it up one of Sophie’s thighs, then the other. When the end of the club made contact with Sophie’s pussy she arched her back and leaned back into it. The officer grinned and ran the length of the club along Sophie’s slit, chanting rhythmically, “Slut, slut, slut, slut, slut…”

Spinning Sophie around, Officer Lane brought her roughly to her knees and forced the tip of billy club into her mouth. “Clean off your juice, there’s a good slut.” When she was done the officer tossed the club aside and pulled Sophie’s T-shirt up — she was braless underneath — pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts, then watching them bobble and sway. Unbuttoning her own pants, Officer Lane wet a finger between her legs and gave it to Sophie to suck.

Next the officer stripped out of her pants and panties — they were red and lacy, incongruous with the rest of her outfit — and leaned back against the car with her legs spread. Sophie knew what was expected of her and began to lap away obediently. At this point bursa escort bayan there was a long shot of the highway, empty except for the two cars and two women, one on her knees, her head moving almost imperceptibly. The sun was low in the sky, which was turning a lovely shade of orange.

Next there was another shot from Officer Lane’s point of view as she looked down at Sophie feasting on her pussy. After a few minutes the officer came with a howl, holding Sophie’s head tight against her crotch; then she roughly pushed Sophie away, sending the half-naked girl sprawling onto the ground. After taking a moment to recover, the officer picked Sophie up like a ragdoll and dropped her face-down onto the hood of the car. Bending over, Officer Lane put one hand on each of Sophie’s knees, spread her wide, and began to devour her ripe young snatch.

The camera cut to an angle in front of Sophie so the viewers could see her face as it contorted in pleasure — pleasure that turned to shock as Officer Lane seized her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back. After dressing herself, the officer pulled Sophie’s T-shirt back down over her breasts and straightened her skirt, then maneuvered the handcuffed girl into the back of the police car.

Sophie protested. “But you said –.”

“I know what I said,” the officer responded as she slid behind the wheel. “But you’re just too yummy to let go that easily.” She started the car and drove off; as the car disappeared the camera lingered on Sophie’s panties, abandoned on the ground next to her car, while the words “To Be Continued” came up on the screen.

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