First Time… Sort Of…

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I’m six foot three. At the time I met Andrea I had been in physical therapy for over six months recovering from a spinal injury. I was a former Marine, a Former firefighter and ruggedly good looking. I was in good shape, but I couldn’t work manual labor any longer. I’d only had my desk job for a little over a year and I’d finally settled into it.

My injury had given me a radar for a new kind of women. I’ve had the worst luck with women. I’ve always dated bitches. It’s not that I like bitches, I like adrenaline junkies! I was an adrenaline junkie. But, most adrenaline junkies are assholes or bitches. I was the exception. I knew how to fight but didn’t ever want to hurt someone. I was a Marine but I was a firefighter in the Marines. My older brother once told me I was, “hard core but not a hard ass.” I never could find a girl who was my kind of adrenaline junkie. They all turned out to be the hard ass kind. They liked to take risks. They liked to fight and I didn’t like them.

My injury had taken away my need for another adrenaline junkie. I wanted something different now. I’d wanted a peaceful girl. I wanted a comfortable girl. I wanted a girl with a thousand hobbies that didn’t involve rocks, or parachutes, or martial arts. I wanted a girl I wouldn’t have gone on a second date with before my injury.

I met Andrea online. She’s an overly nice 27 year old in her last year of her masters in psychology. She made me laugh. She shared my feelings on all the key subjects like religion, politics, and money… She’s a fan of the same kind of comedy music I like. She even quoted, “Business Time,” by Flight of the Concords before I could!

I’m visibly shaking before our first date. I already love this girl. I have that, “this could be the one” feeling that only comes around once every thousand or so encounters. I know she has the personality I like. She’s been working for almost a decade to get a job helping people so I’m confident in my assumption she’s a nice girl. She’s gone punch for punch with my flirting and my confessions so I’m not afraid of any deal breakers popping up in the conversation and I know she likes me… so far…

I just don’t know if she’s hot… I’ve done this once before. I completely fell for a girl online. I met her in person and found out she’d misrepresented what she looked like. She was unattractive. I wanted to make it work, but try as I might I could not will myself to feel attracted to her. güvenilir bahis I called things off and felt duped, I felt terrible. I felt shallow. I thought about it afterword and decided I wouldn’t want a girl to date me who didn’t find me attractive. I want someone who wants me in every way and the girl I’d broken up with deserved that too. I still felt like an asshole because of it though.

I didn’t want to go through that again. So I was nervous about meeting this girl who I’d also fallen for online. I knew if things lined up this wasn’t going to be just a few dates. I also knew if they didn’t I couldn’t go back to being in love with her online…

Our first date came and I got stuck in traffic on the way. I was over half an hour late and freaking out. I went to the wrong coffee shop first and couldn’t find her. I saw the one she’d been waiting for me at as I was leaving after deciding to just head home… I turned around and went to the right place. She wasn’t there. I walked around the outside and saw perhaps the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

She’s tall like I am. She has dirty bond hair that’s beautiful but not obsessed over. Her blue eyes lock on mine as I approach her. Her face is beautiful and kind. Her Body is unbelievable! Her legs are long, her boobs are big, and her waist is small. She has the hour glass figure and apple shaped ass that leaves me drooling every time I see it. I say, “You must be Andrea!” She stands up to give me a hug. As she wraps her arms around me and her breasts press up against my chest I feel the long months I’ve been single. I get excited and try to hide it.

She is hot! She looks kind too, like a second grade teacher that has all the kids to crushing on her. I think about this and start to smile. This is going to be fun!

Our lunch date is short but we both know this is going to be more than just a few dates. We talk and laugh as we drink our coffee and compliment each other. I’m glad she’s pleased with the way I look also. More than once had to tell myself, “breath.” and take a deep breath to calm down my nerves and keep my hands from shaking.

We took a walk in the park. I don’t remember what we talked about but I felt comfortable with her and intimidated by her at the same time. She kept showing me her, “kiss me eyes.” looking at me deeply, dreamily and smiling without blinking. I knew that expression well but I wanted to wait. I didn’t want to give her the türkçe bahis wrong impression or come off as too eager to start something physical. But, I’m only human… I resisted her invitation for a good hour before I gave in. I moved halfway in for a kiss and saw her close her eyes. She met me in the middle. Our lips locked! Everyone has their own style of kissing. Everyone is just a bit different. She kisses like I do. I can feel it when we kiss. Her kisses are not just a physical act but an expression of the emotion behind the kiss. They betray her admiration and her kindness. She’s into me! I’m into her. We kiss and laugh and kiss and laugh for the rest of our date. When our time ends reluctantly part ways…

I can’t wait to see her again.

She has two little girls so it’s a week or two before our second date. We talk on the phone a little but mostly just text back and forth. I like texting because it can be a bit more scripted and it’s OK if there’s a gap in the conversation from time to time. We’re both into this. We know we’re giving this a chance and we talk about sex quite a bit.

I’m not the kind of guy that usually waits. It’s not that I wouldn’t. I don’t want to imply that I won’t date someone that doesn’t put out. I just haven’t ever really needed to. I’m happy to wait because unlike most guys I’m very sensitive to how a woman feels. I’ve been in the situations where after a night together me or the girl is left with that feeling of, “Did I just do that? That was probably a mistake.” I didn’t like it. I don’t want to repeat it. So I’m comfortable waiting. Plus I love the build up. I love the foreplay. I love having the chance to explore and really get to know each others’ bodies before we go all the way. I’m open about this. I don’t know why, maybe it’s because they feel comfortable, but the women I date never want to wait. Go figure…

Andrea didn’t want to wait… I did. I felt something big this time. This was a nice girl I was in love with! I’d been in love before but not with a nice girl so the relationships never lasted. This one could last. This one could go the distance. I was nervous. I’d had a series of disappointing and embarrassing one night stands as a teenager but I’d really only had two lovers. With the first we were crap together in bed. Our whole relationship was crap but being crap in bed really hurt. It all hurt but not being able to satisfy her left me with a questioning doubting feeling. güvenilir bahis siteleri I left not knowing if she was the problem or I was… With the second I was god! We fit together like we were made for each other. The sex was amazing. It turns out I was fantastic in the sac, just not with the wrong kind of girl.

So with Andrea whom I was now in love with I was a bit unsure. I had know idea how we would fit together in the bedroom. i knew we fit together in the other areas, but the bedroom could be a deal breaker.

Our second date finally came! She invited me to her place and made me dinner. We immediately started making out. I don’t think we took a break until the food was cold. it was getting late after dinner and she’d have to get her girls soon. I hadn’t even seen her entire apartment at this point and I knew I we didn’t have time to have sex. I got a naughty thought.

I picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. I threw her on the bed. We made out like wild animals. We kissed and grinded together and felt each part of each other we’d restrained from before now. She was hot and responsive. She moaned in my ear as she pushed her clit against my thigh. I flexed into her and felt her hips move against me as I rolled my body into hers over and over again. Her breasts were firm and big. I was trying not to take her clothes off so I kept my hands above her shirt. She reached down and grabbed my cock hard as we grinded. I don’t know how long we were there trapped in this place of wanting to go further and not wanting to at the same time. She started moaning louder and we grinding more powerfully, more passionately. I smashed my mouth against hers as she said, “I’m gonna cum.”

Her climax was hot! She let out a moan and flexed and convulsed underneath me. I kissed her over and over again while she came and a hundred times after. She calmed down and kissed me still grabbing my cock. I was still grinding against her but breathed painfully in her ear, “we better stop so you can pick up your girls..” She giggled a little and said she felt bad for not returning the favor.

She kissed me goodnight as I got in my truck still erect and longing for her. I thought about her every second of my drive home but I calmed down. I dreamt about her that night and by the time I woke up I was no longer nervous about how well we’d fit together sexually. I knew I’d be a god in bed. I’d learn everything she likes, every move, every type of foreplay, every fetish. My question was no longer could I bring her to climax but how many times each time we slept together? How strongly could I make her orgasm? How thoroughly could I please her?

This was going to be fun!

Four out of Four

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Four out of four… of maybe make that five.

Tina was pissed off and unhappy. It should have been a wonderful night but instead, it sucked. She felt alternately angry and inadequate. It was a Friday night and for once her boyfriend had agreed to come to the party with her rather than hanging out with the boys. A regular activity she understood but which she didn’t exactly love!

But the miserable bastard had just told her he wasn’t staying with her to the end, and that he was bored and going to meet up with the boys for the second half of the evening.

“Why did he prefer their company to hers?” she asked herself, not for the first time. It sucked, and it didn’t make sense. It made her feel inadequate. She’d always dreamed that when she fell in love, her man would be proud of her and want to be seen with her, and instead he seemed indifferent in public, even though he could be so sweet, sometimes, especially when they were alone.

The other reason it hurt was that it was their anniversary and he’d completely forgotten. Not that it really was important to her, except that she had remembered and thought that he should have as well. She felt a sudden stab of pain at the thought of the gift she’d bought him. Well, it wasn’t exactly for him, but more for them. She felt a sudden warm rush as she remembered dressing for tonight, but it was replaced by a bitter thought of how pointless it had turned out to be.

She’d gone out and bought that special satin set of Victoria Secret that she’d been trying to find an excuse to buy, and had felt a real buzz of anticipation when she stood in front of the mirror earlier tonight. Even she had to admit she looked sexy, the tiny midnight blue straps across her hips, the tiny patch of fabric barely covering her clean shaved pubic patch. The strap of the thong disappearing between her butt cheeks promised something more as she stared at her reflection as she turned. She’d grinned and thought, “it’s got to be sexy if even I can admire myself”.

And as she pirouetted, she had felt a tiny flush of pride as she stared at the reflection. One of the first guys ever to see her naked breasts had described them as “to die for”, and she’d had enough admiring stares that she didn’t have too many doubts that the straining breasts fighting against the shiny blue cups would attract their fair share of attention if anyone saw them. She felt a rush of affection as she thought “there’s only one guy who is going to have that pleasure tonight”. She’d barely been able to contain her anticipation, and for a moment she had let her mind wander to her present, later that night, for her man…she’d already tried the little catch hidden between her full breasts, and she knew that when he saw her hands reach there, and unclip and slowly open the front of her bra, he’d be desperate to get closer. “Why was it”, she wondered, “that there was something so damned wanton, so inviting, about a front clip on a bra? It said “I want you to come and play.”

She’d put on her jeans and her snug fitting black top with little buttons straining down the front, with her secret surprise hidden from view, but she’d felt spoiled and had been buzzing with a sense of anticipation all evening. “Until just now”, she thought ruefully. “What a waste of money”, she thought, “what a waste of an evening, and what a waste of a great pair of breasts that ached to be teased, played with, and enjoyed”.

And now the bastard had gone, with barely a kiss goodbye on the cheek. “Maybe he felt a little guilty”, she thought, and for the hundredth time she wondered, that niggling doubt in her mind, about whether he really was going off to be with the guys, or whether he was a cheating bastard rather than an insensitive pig. “Stop it NOW”, she ordered herself angrily.

“What a jerk and a loser”, she thought, and immediately felt a flash of disloyalty to her man.

“Dammit, though, it’s not my fault. Why can’t he just love me and want me? What’s wrong with me?”

She thought she was about to cry and went and got another drink, as something to do, and also to give her a little comfort. Alcohol was sometimes a useful buddy.

She also resented the fact that because everyone knew she had a boyfriend, she was ‘off limits’, so most of her male friends wouldn’t even flirt with her. “It was like having all of the bad aspects of having a boyfriend and none of the bonuses”, she thought. Everyone else seemed to be having a great time. Sharee and Wanda, as always, gathering the boys like bees to a honeypot, and she felt a little giggle rise inside her, thinking about how the guys who knew were perversely turned on by the fact that Sharee was only into girls, forgetting as they flirted with her that it meant they stood no chance. It was true what they said, when god made men, he gave them enough blood to supply their brains or their penises, but not both at the same time!

“None of the guys even look twice at me”, she thought, “I am taboo somehow, even for flirting”. And then she thought about the cute illegal bahis guy who’d turned up with Dave, what a cute smile and the athletic body, and even he had ignored her, even though he didn’t know she was taken. “Probably gay”, she giggled to herself.

“What’s the joke, Mushy?”, Sharee asked as she came over. Bubbly as always. “You look gorgeous, as always. Poor guys, I can almost hear their hearts breaking”.

Tina laughed. Sharee was such a sweetheart, always said the right things to make her feel special. “Actually, when you dance, it’s not the cracking of their hearts, but the popping of their fly buttons I hear, you sexy little thing”, Sharee continued. Tina laughed, but had known Sharee long enough to know she wasn’t trying to do anything other than make her smile. She gave her friend a little hug and said “you’re the best, little vixen. Why is it neither of us can find the one we want?”

Sharee nodded solemnly, and they shared a private moment, thinking about their respective plights. “What the hell” Sharee piped up, “it’s party time and you need another drink”. Tina felt the warm glow of the alcohol in her system, and decided that if men were the problem, alcohol was the solution. “Fetch me a drink, wench”, she ordered, and Sharee giggled, heading off to get their drinks.

She was soon back, and they stood there, sipping.

“Not that I am into guys”, Sharee started, “but did you see that gorgeous hunk that Dave brought with him? It’s almost enough to turn me straight, I swear”, she said. “what’s your professional opinion?”, she asked. Mushy giggled, the alcohol was making her forget her misery. “well, Sharee, you’d have to fight me for him”, she replied.

“I am sure if we made him an offer, he’d be happy to share”, Sharee teased. Tina pretended to look shocked, but spoilt it by bursting into laughter. “Knowing you, my little flirt, you’d make sure you were in the middle”, she teased back.

“You’d be so lucky”, Sharee replied and they both laughed as they shared their private little joke.

Tina put her glass down and a little unsteadily headed off to find the bathroom. She walked down the hallway and was almost past the half open door to the kitchen when the voices made her stop.

“I don’t care what you say”, he seems like a total asshole, said an unfamiliar voice, and then she heard Dave’s reply of “well picked up, bro, sometimes even we wonder why she puts up with him”.

She suddenly froze, realising that they were talking about her. She felt sober and serious, and furious. “It makes no sense to me. Why would the bastard leave?”

What right did they have to dissect her, to judge her? She was about to storm into the kitchen when she heard him continue.

“She’s gorgeous, I mean, where would you start?”

She stopped, felt guilty about eavesdropping, and thought “it can’t be me they are talking about”, but she was curious now.

The voice continued. “I mean, look at her. Those eyes. Even from a distance they make you want to go and talk, simply so you could stare into them”. Dave laughed.

“You are a romantic, and you sound like you’re besotted, but I wouldn’t waste my energy, Tina’s taken, and she seems not to mind being used and abused”.

She felt a wave of indignation at their simple assumption that it didn’t hurt her.

“I don’t understand, she could have any guy she wanted. One smile, and she’d have me crawling”.

How could this guy who she had never even talked to, how could he make her shift from mad to curious to indignant to flattered from moment to moment?

“I mean, look at that mouth. Have you ever stopped and looked at that mouth? Those lips were MADE to be kissed softly and gently”.

She felt herself melting. “This is ridiculous”, she thought, “I am going in there and breaking this up. They can find someone else to talk about”.

Her hand went up to the doorknob and then froze.

“And when it had finished kissing your mouth, god, can you just imagine those soft lips wrapped around your shaft, those big doleful eyes looking up into yours and she blew you from here to eternity”.

Tina felt like she’d had a bucket of cold water thrown on her. “How dare he, the sexist pig?”

“I am sure she’d make it a totally mind blowing experience”, Dave agreed, and Tina had a momentary flash of gratitude that he hadn’t actually said “yes it is a mind blowing experience”. She blushed a little, remembering a night in the back of his car, and the feeling of power as she’d taken him, and made him totally lose control. Afterwards, when they’d been sitting there cuddling, she had known with a wonderful certainty that when he’d said “that was amazing, there is simply nobody like you”, he hadn’t just been expressing gratitude. She really was the best, she knew that from passing comments from her friends, and from their attitude to going down, compared with her complete enjoyment of making a guy lose himself to her.

Her mind jolted back to the present, and she felt a guilty flush at illegal bahis siteleri the warmth she felt between her legs. “Dammit, they are discussing me like I was a sex toy and I am enjoying it, what’s wrong with me?”

Just as she heard “and have you ever seem a more amazing pair of tits in your life, they are…”, she heard someone walking down the hall. Not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, she did the first thing that came into her head and stormed into the kitchen.

Two totally shocked faces and stunned silence greeted her, and a few steps behind her, Dave’s girlfriend followed her into the kitchen.

Before she could say anything, Becky said “come with me Dave, I want to dance, I have been looking for you everywhere”, grabbed him by the hand and dragged him out of the kitchen, shutting the door behind her.

“Hi, I’m Alex”, he stammered, hoping to bluff it out.

She felt a strange feeling she couldn’t describe. Something between raw hatred, hysterical laughter and a burning need. She didn’t even try to analyse it. Strangely, words came out of her mouth but they didn’t seem to come from her brain.

“Hi, I’m Tina, but I feel I already know you, since you’ve obviously already had a blow job from me and were about to start on my tits”.

She was thrilled at the effect of her words. It was a sweet comeback to see his face turn a bright red and his jaw drop open.

He managed to stammer a shocked “I don’t know what to say, I am so sorry”, but suddenly the absurdity of it struck her. After all she had been eavesdropping and they say you never hear good of yourself when you listen in secret.

“Besides”, she thought, “what did he really say other than all the things that I wish my loser boyfriend would think, instead of ditching me here alone”.

She felt a wickedness inside her, a laughter and a swirl of delightful red mist inside her brain.

“Sorry? Sorry? Why? Don’t you think I have kissable lips?

She felt the red rush though her, into her blood, into her mind, she felt her body go warm, as if someone was touching her. Something came over her, and she continued. “Surely this isn’t me talking”, she thought, shocked and yet feeling totally free.

“Give me a drink and stop being a wimp. I give the best blowjobs you’ve never had, and I’ll be offended if you don’t stare at my breasts.”

He really didn’t know what to make of her, and turned to get two glasses, and she noticed his hand was shaking as he poured two shots of tequila. He handed one to her.

“To doing crazy things” she said, lifting the glass, clinking it to his, and pouring the burning liquid down her throat. She coughed as she swallowed and felt the hotness as it hit her stomach.

He laughed, and said “what the fuck, if you are about to kill me, at least I’ll die smiling”, and sculled his drink.

He took her glass and put it on the counter with his.

‘So what happens now?” he asked. “Do I get lacerated for being insensitive and honest, or rewarded for my admiration?”

Obviously the alcohol was giving him back his courage as fast as it was hitting her.

“Well, I spent a lot of money on something and it was meant for tonight, so perhaps you will never forget this”, Tina said.

She felt something fly out of her body. Inhibition, guilt, who knows. “Who cares?”, she thought. She felt a sudden powerful self-awareness, she could feel every nerve in her body, and she was very conscious of her jeans tight against between her legs.

She had this vague recollection that somewhere inside her brain, something asked “why are you so aroused, when nothing has happened”, but she wasn’t really listening. She was sensing, feeling.

She leaned back against the door, so nobody could open it and smiled at him. He stood there, obviously not sure whether he should come closer or stay there.

She wanted him to kiss her, but she knew that would come later, for now she wanted to shock him, to make him never ever forget this moment, because she knew she never would either.

Leaning back against the door, her hips slightly forward, she fixed him in the eyes, remembering his ‘to die for’ comment, and thinking, “you have died and gone to another world, my friend”.

Slowly and deliberately she undid the buttons on her black top, one by one, letting it fall open. He stared, mesmerised, his eyes torn between staring into hers, smouldering, and at her fingers and what they were revealing. She let the top fall apart, and was thrilled by his reaction. He feasted on the shiny blue material straining to contain her breasts, and his gaze trailed upwards, until he stared into her eyes.

“I have never seen anything so completely perfect in my life”, he said, eyes locked with hers, and she drank his words, which were sweet and strangely arousing.

Tina stared into his eyes and said “just wait”, and she reached her fingers up to the catch between her breasts. His eyes followed her fingers and for a moment, this tiny voice said “right scenario, canlı bahis siteleri wrong guy”, and then the thought filled her mind “no, this is completely the right scenario and completely the right guy”. The moment was hers, completely, it was now and it was secret. It felt so completely and utterly right.

Her fingers flicked the clip and she held the two sides of the bra together, knowing that if she moved her hands…

“What now?” she asked teasingly. She didn’t understand the courage and confidence that coursed through her veins, but the complete awareness of a gentle pulsing in her crotch was enough to make her sure.

She slowly parted the two halves of the bra, and felt her full ripe breasts leap free of the cups, drop and bounce once before resting in their free state.

“Sweet Jesus”, he whispered, and she couldn’t help but notice the immediate effect she had had on him. There was an unmistakeable bulge where he had gone hard in an instant and she felt a delightful sense of her own beauty, her own power.

She reached her hands out in front of her and he needed no further invitation. He moved closer and put a hand on each shoulder, just above the neckline of her blouse.

He moved closer and he looked into her eyes.

“I am not sure if I am imagining this, but if I am, I never want to wake up”, he whispered, his mouth inches from hers, staring into her eyes.

“Eyes to die for” he whispered.

“Shut up and kiss me”, Tina demanded and their mouths met.

It was like a storm, something was released, a tension, an unasked question was answered and there was nothing hesitant about the kiss.

Deep and full, his mouth was surprisingly soft. The kiss deepened and their mouths opened together. She felt a jolt as his tongue touched her lips and hers joined his. Kissing deeply she was no longer sure whether their tongues were playing in her mouth or his. She felt her body squirm and respond, demanding more.

His hands slid down her shoulders, sliding the blouse with it, till her arms were pinned by the material half behind her and his hands were on her arms.

Kissing her deeper he still held her at a slight distance and she felt his wrists grazing against her breasts as she moved. She wanted more, more.

She pushed him away for a moment and said “come outside, anyone could come in here any minute”. She took his hand, she couldn’t believe how forward she was and led him out the back door into the moonlit garden.

Thank god for balmy California nights, she thought, smiling, a little lost in this strange place she’d never been.

They moved away from the back door and stopped. She pushed him against the side of the house and he looked surprised. She didn’t admit that she was as amazed by her own actions as he appeared to be.

She slipped off her top and bra, and lifting her arms above her head she stared piercingly at him.

“So, I believe you were discussing whether you had ever seen a more amazing pair of breasts in your life”, Tina smiled, and she felt a rush.

“I’ll tell you later how amazing I think you are as a human being, Tina, but the simple answer is that my mouth can’t make words, it wants to make your nipples hard”, he replied taking a cue from her.

He pinned her to the wall, with her hands above her head and reached his head down, and took her breast slowly and deeply into his mouth. Or at least, as much as he could. Her large soft breast filled his mouth and he gloried in its softness.

Tina felt a nerve from her nipple send a message deep inside her body, and she felt a jolt between her legs as his tongue slithered over her nipple. It leapt to hardness almost immediately and his tongue made circles on it as it stiffened, sending delicious jolts through her. He sucked harder on her full breast, dragging the nipple deeper, until it was throbbing deep in his mouth and his tongue flickered achingly over it. She felt every flick send a pulse through her body, and the feeling was intensified because her hands were pinned above her head.

He cupped her other breast in his free hand and squashed its soft fullness, spilling out between his fingers. It was such a contrast from the mouth tugging on her nipple and she felt herself slipping, her knees weakening and the heat rising.

He took his mouth off her breast, let go of her hands, and she almost fell. The air felt chill on her wet hard nipple, and her breath came as unevenly as his. He reached down and pulled off his tee. In the moonlight she saw the smooth skin and gently rippling muscles. This guy was cut – a six-pack and smooth skin. Not bulging muscles but yum. She looked down and smiled. OK, maybe no bulging muscles but certainly bulging. She giggled and felt happy that she had such an effect on him.

He took Tina’s hands and lifted them above her head again, and pinned her to the wall. For a moment the wall felt cold and rough on her back, and then his chest pressed against hers. She felt here soft breasts squashed against his taut torso, and his mouth came back down onto hers. The kiss was wonderful, she felt their mouths fuse and the wetness and softness of his tongue entering her made her mind, for a moment, flash to the thought of his hard shaft slipping into her.

Found Out My Babysitter Is a Slut!

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I couldnt believe I was staring at a picture on my computer of my 18 year old babysitter’s naked pussy.

Leaning back behind my desk in my home office, maximized on my monitor, was a picture of Candice lying on her back nude with her legs spread, and a perfectly shaved, glistening pink pussy pointed at the camera. Wow. I mean — wow.

It was the second of the fifteen pictures that I’d opened. The first pic, ME, had a nice smiling photo of her sitting on the bed wearing a bra and panties. And, of course, not just any bed — MY BED. Well, my wife’s and mine. Stunned at discovering fifteen .JPGs in a folder marked “PICTURES,” which of course I hadn’t put there myself, I raced to open the picture named PUSSY.JPG. And there was that teenager’s cunt.

I closed the photo and hit “OPEN,” and looked at the other names of the pics in the folder. TITS. TITS2. FINGERSINSIDE. PUSSYCLOSEUP. ASS1. ASS2. TOPLESS. Holy shit it was a smorgasbord of porn, and our two-door-down neighbor’s daughter was the chef.

Clearly, she’d taken the photos in my — our — bedroom sometime when the kids were asleep. I couldn’t wait to see the rest. There were a particularly enticing couple of them that I opened first — DILDO1.JPG. And if this miracle wasn’t enough, there was a photo of Candice spread on MY bed stuffing her cunt with MY WIFE’S dildo. I mean are you serious? OK, technically, Jeanine hadn’t used her dildo (as far as I knew) for a few years. Honestly, the only action I know it’s seen has been the couple of times I brought it to rendezvous with chicks I’d first met on the Internet. But it did my heart proud to see Candice putting it to good, deep, wet use.

Ok, it’s not just that I found on my computer Candice’s nude pics of her fucking herself on my bed. You have to know Candice (and, right now, I’m sure you’re wishing you did). She’s, well, a prude. She always wears loose, baggy sweatshirts or blouses, nothing form-fitting ever, she has thick-rimmed glasses, keeps her hair pulled back behind her head. I swear, until I saw that first nude photo of her, I had no idea she had such above-average proportions — looks like 34b or 36c chest over maybe a 26 or 28 inch waist and 36 or 38 inch hips.

(When I pulled up ASS2.JPG, I got to tell yes indeed, it was a nice round butt.)

But her, um, prudishness is perfect. My wife first used her about five years ago, and in the last year since Jeanine has been saying late at the office for presentations and doing overnight trips to Corporate headquarters, I’ve had to fend for the kids myself most of the time. Working out of the house helps, but Candice has been making good money playing pseudo-mom for an hour or two each day, or for a few hours when I have to go out too. (Ok, “have to go out” means, have somewhere else to be, you know, get it?)

So, it being late and the kids were asleep, and wife was on her way home, I raced to pull out my cock and I stroked off to a powerful orgasm staring at Candice’s body. I put everything else out of mind and just stared at that young pussy taking a thick dildo and her fingers.

After the climax subsided, came the questions. WHY are these pictures here? Clearly she used my computer to process a digital camera’s pictures, after she took the pictures in my room. So my guess was, she forgot the files were here. Or, maybe she wanted me to have them, right? Humm. But she’s never once hit on me; never wore anything tight; this is kinda a big step, going from baggy sweats to nudity.

Once a year I have a brilliant insight, and this was that time. I opened my web browser and looked at the History list — all the sites visited recently. And there it was; a bunch of pages on some chatroom site. I went to the log-in page, my heart stopping, hoping she’d put her password down as a default (you know, hoping she’d checked “remember my password”). Yup, the little vixen did. I hit “enter” and… I was in.

She had emails. Whoa baby. I pulled up Candice’s secret stash of emails from her onlnie lovers, and there were about 15 messages. All were from males, and about 10 of them had guys sending their pics. Mostly cock picks (how boring — but, by comparison, nice to know that my cock was definitely bigger than all the rest). The guys were all older, in their 20s at least, some as old as me in their 40s. Good to know the girl liked seasoned experienced men.

The last email really got my attention. THANK YOU THANK YOU was the subject-line; the author was “Jim Dandy” (oh very clever, huh). It looked innocuous until I actually read it:

BABY YOU ARE THE BEST FUCK EVER. MY COCK IS STILL SORE. I JUST GOT HOME AND MY WIFE HAS NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I DID. BABY YOU SCREAM SO LOUD I THOUGHT YOU’D WAKE UP THE WHOLE FUCKING MOTEL. YOU ARE SERIOUSLY GORGEOUS SEXY!!! LETS FUCK AGAIN SOON OK? CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THIS OR WHENEVER YOU WANT. I WANT TO BE YOUR LONG TIME LOVER. JIMMY.

Well… that speaks volumes, doesn’t it? And, of course, I was instantly jealous of Jimmy. Totally insanely jealous. canlı bahis şirketleri Just for kicks, I opened a previous email of his, and it had his cock pic. He looks late-30’s, decent looking guy, about 6 or 6.5 inch cock. Not bad, but … not me.

And, yes, right there on the spot, I wanted to fuck Candice myself.

I mean, I haev a right, don’t I? I know her well; she didn’t just meet me on the ‘net. I have a bigger cock than this jerk, and she clearly does married men.

So now I needed a plan.

Jeanine was pulling up to the house. Throughout our late dinner and as we lay in bed (of course NOT having sex), my mind was racing. How to fuck Candice? How?

The plan was pretty simple, actually. I created my own account on the website (it’s free, thank god) — “1HungGuy” — ok not the world’s most creative, but what’s in a name. Then I put Candice’s account on the site’s equivalent of a Buddy list — her name was “FlowerSweet” — isn’t that nice? And, I babysat that site.

I mean, I was on it all afternoon and late nights, every spare moment I could. Unfortunately, I realized, she’d probably be on it alot when she was babysitting — meaning, when I wasn’t home. But I also guessed she’d be there after school or late at night, so for about four days I was on it nonstop. Only, she was never there.

In the meantime, I’d seen her two, maybe three times. Still the prude. She hadn’t said a word, nor made any indication that she needed to use the computer. (Months ago I’d given her unfettered access to it — probably, in hindsight, a FUCKING BRILLIANT thing to do.) Just carried on, taking care of my 7 year old boy and 4 year old girl.

My visitations to the website slowed appreciably, more from disgust than anything else. I went on it in spurts, just time to time. Almost two weeks passed, and still nothing. My plan sucked, didn’t it?

But you know how they say, you always find what you’re looking for in the last place you look? (DUH — think about it.) It was a Thursday night, about 8:30 pm, kids asleep upstairs and wifey out of town (again). Things were boring, I was actually in another brower window surfing a sports page when — boing — an alarm sounded and the software said “FlowerSweet Has Logged On.” My heart was going thump-thump-thump. Wow.

I somewhat trailed her. She was in a general lounge room, not saying anything in the general chat. I let 10 minutes go buy, and started to think about what I should say. I didn’t want to pounce right away. Her profile was thin — just said she was in the categories of “female,” 18-25 years old, single, and “adventurous.” It was hard thinking of an opening line that didn’t give away I knew stuff about her, but I had a very good idea of what I wanted to do.

Then, kind of at the last moment, she changed rooms. I tracked her down in, would you believe it, “Younger Gals 4 Older Men.” Perfect. I logged into the room — it was crowded — and, in about sixty seconds, sent her the equivalent of an IM or PM or “whisper” or whatever other sites call it. I said:

1HUNGGUY:”IF YOU ARE HORNY AND LIKE OLDER GUYS, TELL ME IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE…”

and I attached to it a link to my personal pictures on my Yahoo! photo album — four dick pictures.

Then I held my breath.

It sure seemed like an hour, but probably was only about two minutes. My mind was racing — how long would it take for the pics to lead? Would she respond? What should I say as a follow-up if she doesn’t? But my perseverance was rewarded with the beginning of a dialogue.

FLOWERSWEET:NICE COCK!! 1HUNGGUY:YOU LIKE? IT LOVES TO FUCK YOUNGER WOMEN…HOW OLD ARE YOU? WHATS YOUR NAME? FLOWERSWEET:18 FLOWERSWEET:DENISE

[Nice lie huh? I actually didn’t lie in response.]

1HUNGGUY:I’M JACK 1HUNGGUY:ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO MEN IN THEIR LATE 30S AND 40S BABY? FLOWERSWEET:YEAH I AM 1HUNGGUY:I LOVE THAT YOU’RE 18, THATS THE PERFECT AGE FOR A FEMALE, I BET YOU LOOK INCREDIBLE SEXY FLOWERSWEET:HERE’S MY PIC

And I about had a heart attack. She attached to her message one photo of herself wearing just a thong, leaning back on a hotel bed. I instantly thought about “Jim” and the “motel” and thought … damn I wonder if…

1HUNGGUY:WOW YOU ARE TOTALLY AWESOME!!! YOU ARE INCREDIBLY HOT!!! AND IT LOOKS LIKE SOME GUY HAD A GOOD TIME WITH YOU IN A MOTEL ROOM, AM I RIGHT? FLOWERSWEET:{{S}} YUP 1HUNGGUY:I LOVE GIRLS YOUR AGE WHO FUCK GUYS MY AGE. NOTHING BETTER THAN A HORNY 18 YEAR OLD GIRL. GOT ANY MORE PICS? LIKE YOU NOT IN THE THONG? OR YOU FUCKING THE GUY? FLOWERSWEET:YES HERE

And BAM! there was a photo the guy took looking down at her ass and back, as she kneeled in front of him, taking his PENIS into her CUNT (or ass, hard to tell) from the rear. Damn. This girl was hotter than stolen diamonds.

1HUNGGUY:YOU HAVE GOT TO BE THE HOTTEST GIRL I’VE MET ONLINE. WHO’S THE GUY? DID YOU MEET HIM ONLINE? FLOWERSWEET:THANKS. YES I DID. FLOWERSWEET:ARENT I BAD? 1HUNGGUY:VERY BAD — I LOVE canlı kaçak iddaa IT!!! FLOWERSWEET:HERE’S ANOTHER

Indeed she sent me another … her face smiling up at the camera covered in jism. I mean, seeing your prudish babysitter’s face

1HUNGGUY:GOD DENISE YOU LOOK FABULOUS 1HUNGGUY:YOU ARE SUCH A TEASE, YOU’RE MAKING MY SOOOO FUCKING HARD HERE FLOWERSWEET:GOOD FLOWERSWEET:YOUR COCK IS SO BIG 1HUNGGUY:DO YOU LIKE BIG COCKS BABY? FLOWERSWEET:YES BUT I NEVER HAD ONE THAT BIG 1HUNGGUY:REALLY… I’M ALMOST 8 INCHES FLOWERSWEET:NICE 1HUNGGUY:SOME GIRLS CAN’T GET ME IN THEIR PUSSIES FLOWERSWEET:I BET!!! 1HUNGGUY:IM MARRIED, DO YOU CARE ABOUT THAT? FLOWERSWEET:NOPE NOT AT ALL FLOWERSWEET:I FUCKED A GUY WHO WAS MARRIED 1HUNGGUY:THE GUY IN THE PHOTO? FLOWERSWEET:NOPE ANOTHER ONE

That too was an intersting revelation. So she’d done at least two guys from online; “Jim Dandy” and the guy in the picture. It was a whole new world with this different Candice. I was kind of getting tired of the head game, however, and with my cock absolulely throbbing in my pants, I went for it.

1HUNGGUY:SERIOUSLY TELL ME HONESTLY, IF YOU KNEW A GUY WHO HAD A BODY AND COCK LIKE MINE, WOULD YOU WANT TO FUCK HIM? FLOWERSWEET:SURE! FLOWERSWEET:WOULD YOU REALLY FUCK ME? {{S}} 1HUNGGUY:WOULD I? IN A SECOND HONEY. TELL ME WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

And blow me over, she didn’t lie. She named our suburb exactly right.

1HUNGGUY:WOW… THAT’S STUNNING DENISE, I’M NOT FAR FROM YOU AT ALL. FLOWERSWEET:OH REALLY? 1HUNGGUY:YES REALLY… NOW I’LL ASK AGAIN, SINCE IT HAS MORE MEANING…. YOU SAW MY COCK AND YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR PUSSY AND TITS, WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO CONSIDER MEETING ME FOR SOME FUN?

Her answer came so quickly.

FLOWERSWEET:YESSSSS!!!!!!!!

This was almost too easy, but after two weeks of waiting for this moment, and dreaming about it, it didn’t seem easy whatsoever.

1HUNGGUY:OK DENISE… I’M GOING TO SEND YOU ONE MORE PIC…. I STILL WANT YOU TO TELL ME IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN FUCKING ME, AFTER YOU SEE THE PIC, OK? FLOWERSWEET:UM OK WHAT IS IT? 1HUNGGUY:HERE IT IS….

And I gave her another link to a page with a picture of me… naked… huge hardon… but… a full body shot, from head to knees. She’d see my face, alright, she’d have no doubt whatsoever who was sending her the pictures.

Now came the longest moment of my life. I didn’t know if she’d log off freaking, or hide under her desk, or quit working for me, or what. This could have been unbelievable risky too, if I’d just stopped to think about it (with the OTHER head, which is SUPPOSED to be the boss), I mean just think of the personal damage that would come out if anyone knew about this . . . .

My hands and armpits were sweating profusely. The next exchange literally revised my whole outlook on life.

FLOWERSWEET:{{SSS}} HI MR. M- – – – – – 1HUNGGUY:HI CANDICE… YOU LEFT YOUR NAKED PICS ON MY COMPUTER AND I SPENT 2 WEEKS TRACKING YOU DOWN… YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW DELICIOUSLY SEXY I THINK YOU ARE FLOWERSWEET:I NEVER KNEW THAT!!!! 1HUNGGUY:I DIDNT EITHER UNTIL I SAW YOUR PICS. DOES IT BOTHER YOU? FLOWERSWEET:DOES WHAT BOTHER ME? 1HUNGGUY:THAT…. I WANT TO FUCK YOU SO BAD FLOWERSWEET:NOPE

And now I gulped.

1HUNGGUY:I’LL REPEAT THE QUESTION FROM BEFORE… STILL WANNA FUCK ME? CUZ…I DEFINITELY WANNA FUCK YOU FLOWERSWEET:IS THAT REALLY YOUR COCK? 1HUNGGUY:REALLY REALLY HONEY, ALL FOR YOU FLOWERSWEET:YEAH I WANNA FUCK YOU

And if that wasn’t great enough…

FLOWERSWEET:WANT ME TO “CUM” TONIGHT?

This was the hottest girl in my whole life, a fantasy coming true. My response was to suggest she call me right away; and I barely had time to even LOOK at the phone before it rang. I snatched it up, and she was giggling softly. I told her right out that this was weird for me, but I was so hard for her, and the Mrs. was out of town so yes I wanted to do her badly. Tonight.

Candice said she had some homework left, but would come over right away. We agreed the lie she’d tell her mom was I was going to help her with her math homework. (Wouldn’t have been a first.) Now, I was concerned that my kids — who sometimes get up randomly in the evening — might come down and interrupt or, worse, catch us. I suggested she wear something she can push out of the way but put on quickly, like her everpresent sweatshirt with no bra, and sweatpants with no panties.

She agreed, said “see you soon,” and hung up.

Ever had one of those hard-ons (ok… I’m only talking to the guys here) that you can’t wait to get off, but you don’t dare touch? The worst thing in the world. I mean, I wanted to beat off so badly. Instead, I made myself busy. I checked on the kids, they were sound out. I stripped nude and put on my own sweatshirt and loose jogging shorts. Finally I went back down and cleaned up my home office and desk.

Then I sat and watched the clock. It was 9:30 already. Then 9:40. 9:50. 10. 10:15. Fuck, I’d spent 45 minutes bolted to the soft sofa canlı kaçak bahis and my ass was aching.

The doorbell rang.

I tried to remain calm, but little peckerhead wanted to move at lightspeed. I strolled — more like “sauntered” — to the door, and let in the family babysitter. Only, she was no young girl tonight. She didn’t have any makeup, had her hair pulled behind her head as usual, had her thick glasses on, and had on the boring sweats. But I knew she was all hot pussy inside and I just couldn’t wait to jump her bones.

I led her by the hand (and what a soft delicate hand she had) to my office, where — something I never ever did before when I was alone in the house with the kids — I closed and locked the door. I led Candice over to the leather loveseat and I plopped on my ass on one side, while she sat gingerly next to me.

Our eyes caught each other’s, with her hand still in mine. I silently reached out and took her eyeglasses off of her face, placing them on a table behind the sofa. As I figured she’d do, she too reached out and removed my glasses. Another silent moment followed. I took a breath to say something profound, but fortunately, she opened her mouth first.

“So are you going to show me that big cock?”

I grinned. Man this was going to be fun. “Sure, if . . . you let me see those pretty tits first.”

The dirty-blonde 18 year old smiled, almost grinning really, and reached to her belly. She grabbed fistfuls of her sweater and pulled it up to her armpits — leaving it in place for quick retreat if one of my children scared us. All I saw, though, were those two lovely teenage breasts. Hard knobby nipples, dark brown circles around them, firm well-shaped, pale-white boobs. Fleshy, round, pointy.

I grinned back and she let me reach a hand out, so my thumb could test the hardness of her nipple and my fingers feel the softness of her orb. Her back arched, inviting me, and as I lowered my face her hand cupped the back of my head. “Ohhh,” she softly moaned when my tongue hit her nipple and circled around it with a wet lick. My lips quickly swallowed that tit and sucked it greedily into my mouth, lathering it with my saliva.

Fuck her big breast tasted glorious. I hadn’t sucked an 18 year old tit since I was 20. It was perfect and smooth and tasty, and this dirty old man lapped at it in broad hungry circles.

After a few seconds of licking her breast, we kind of mutually sat up right at the same time, and her hand shot to the waistband of my shorts. “Let me see it know,” she purred, crawling onto the floor. I laid back, stretching my legs together, and we both eyed up the massive bulge in my lap. Candice unpeeled my shorts as I lifted my ass, and she exposed my rockhard erection. I watched her face, her eyes, for her reaction, and frankly she didn’t take her eyes off of my cock. I saw her light up and her tongue licked her lips, and I knew she wanted my 8 thick inches of manhood.

I have a huge cockhead — like a mushroom, really, fucking bulbous. My shaft at the base has lots of veins and is so thick my wife could never get her small hand around it. So I knew, as a fact of life, that Candice was going to like my dick, even more than just by looking at pictures of it.

I was throbbing hard, the head was smeared with precum already. I leaned back now and spread my legs, giving the teenager room to crawl forward. Her own small hand wrapped around my cock, tightly gripping me at the base, holding it up right. I was so horny I started to undulate my ass up and down, pumping her hand a little, even as her mouth moved down. She now looked in my eyes smiling broadly, her mouth opened, and her tongue stuck out.

And the neighbor’s daughter began to lick my cock.

Man it was sensuous. The chick knew how to do a man right. She licked gingerly from the tip, around the head, down the soft part of the shaft, around my balls, even to the tuff nut at base of my scrotum. Then she licked back to the top and swallowed the head. I was fucking ready to pump her mouth by now. I put my hands on my sides on the sofa, relaxing back, and tried to keep myself from moving too rapidly while the teenager started to give me great head. Candice’s young mouth sucked my fat prickhead into her lips where her spit and tongue coated it all over, then she began sliding more of it into her mouth.

“Fuck baby yeah,” I groaned instinctively watching my cock disappear into her mouth. Her jaw really had to open wide; she moaned, more from the surprise of knowing a cock could be this thick. Candice slurped on my penis, making loud suckling noises, her head and pulled-back hair bobbing up and down on my in slow, intense rhythms. I rotated my ass slowly meeting her pace, and as a few minutes passed, she had virtually all of my cock deep in her mouth and even penetrating her throat briefly each time her head bounced down. Her eyes were almost closed, more like she was wincing, and she seemed determined to get all of my penis into her mouth eventually. She had only one finger almost (not quite) meeting her thumb around the very base of the cock, right above my balls, while her lips stretched around the shaft worked their way lower, lower, lower, closer to her finger and thumb each time.

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As a young woman she was bewildered and uncertain about her sexuality. She had an extra strong sex drive but thought it was wrong to feel horny all the time or to have sexual thoughts or fantasies about people she saw or met, especially older men.

If she was in the company of a man whom she was really attracted to, her pussy would get so wet that she’d be afraid to sit for fear of staining her clothing with her juices.

It all made her feel ashamed and feel like she was a bad girl. Being brought up in the catholic religion didn’t help matters either. Masturbation was difficult for her to deal with as a teen, the more she did it the more she wanted to do it, and the guilt was almost as big a part of it as the gratification. Every time she’d make herself cum she’d promise herself that it was the last time, until she got horny again and traded the promise for the pleasure.

Now in her forties she thinks back on all the sexual come-ons from men and boys that she declined before she got married. If only she could summon up some of those men now, she’d let them fuck the hot cunt off of her. Especially for the select ones she still fantasizes about . If a clit could be worn out hers would have been gone years ago, she didn’t deny herself the pleasure it provided any longer. As a matter of fact it seemed as if she was making up for illegal bahis lost time, making herself cum as much as six or seven times in a row.

She had a lover but rarely saw him; he tried to get her to meet him a couple of times over the years. But since her weight gain she had lost her self confidence and preferred he remember her prior to gaining it. Their relationship had morphed into an internet erotic messaging, mutual masturbation affaire.

Nobody judged her in her fantasy world, the men all desired her and sex was plentiful. She could have Paul fucking her tonight and Warren eating her pussy tomorrow. She could have both of them do her at the same time, or have all her favorite fantasy men lined up hard and horny waiting for their turn to fuck her.

All this thinking about sex had her horny. She decided to check if her internet lover, Brad, had sent her any masturbation material. She was in luck there was a short story about her getting fucked by a computer repair man who had come to her house to repair her home office computer.

One of her fantasies was having sex with a total stranger and Brad’s version would have her fingers sticky real soon. She liked to read them over and over while caressing her nipples, then when she had the fantasy well entrenched in her mind she liked to get naked and tease herself illegal bahis siteleri while changing the face of the main character and see how many times she could make herself cum.

The computer man’s face became that of one of her clients whose name was Guy. She replayed Brad’s words in her mind, the words described Guy stripped down to his underwear. Her imagination changed the script from that point substituting her thoughts for his words.

“May I help you with those” she asked Guy, referring to his underwear.

He didn’t resist when she crouched in front of him and began tugging on the waistband. Suddenly a big, hard cock popped out just inches from her mouth. “Mmmmm” she moaned admiringly “may I suck on it”

With her fingers working her clit she fantasized letting the large purple head slide into her mouth. She recalled how it felt to have a stiff cock in her mouth. She loved sucking cock, letting it slide down her throat as far as she could always brought a big reaction from the men. She felt an orgasm coming on, oh yeah, she thought, this big hard cock I’m sucking will be fucking me soon, ohhh I’m cummin. Next she wanted to cum while being fantasy fucked. Whose face should she put on the computer man? Oh yeah that cute guy who was doing yard work for them earlier that summer while she was sunbathing by canlı bahis siteleri the pool. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her and she liked the way he filled his shorts. She even draped a towel over herself, slipped a hand under it and played with her pussy through her bathing suit while watching him work.

In her fantasy he stood over her blocking the sun, when she lowered her sunglasses she saw the outline of his excited dick through his shorts. He asked if he could do anything else for her. Being a fantasy she was free to reply “I’d like you to fuck me in the pool.” Pretty soon they were naked and kissing in the pool. She grabbed his rod under the water and tried jerking it; it was weird feeling his rock hard cock in her hand but not being able to jerk him off because of the resistance of the water. He backed her up to the edge of the pool and got her to brace herself; he then floated her legs to the surface until she was on her back. He spread her legs and walked up between them, walking his swollen cock right into her steaming pussy. With her cunt full of hot cock he walked her back and forth across the shallow end of the pool. When he had her back against the edge of the pool he fucked her hard until she felt his big dick get bigger and harder inside of her. She touched her clit and went off like a roman candle while he shot his warm cream deep inside her pussy.

She got her wish; she made herself cum for the second time while being fantasy fucked in her backyard swimming pool.

She was just getting warmed up. She wanted to get herself off again but in which fantasy?

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Holly stared at the computer screen. Her recent attempt to find love in real life had so far been a failure, and now she had resorted to the internet. At 21, she had never had a boyfriend, and had only had sex a couple of times with her flat mate’s male friends on one night stands. Her long dark auburn hair and slim figure had always attracted men, but she had always been too picky, and slightly prudish over the one-night stand men she had encountered.

One night, her friends had made her set up a dating account and told her she needed to get laid. Even worse, they had told her that she needed a jolly good fuck to stop her from being a prude. So far she had whisked through hundreds of profiles and had received messages from a range of men. Most were boring and held no conversation, others were among the most perverted messages she had ever seen.

She had a university lecture in the morning, and decided it was enough for tonight. Tomorrow, she might even delete the account.

Ping!

Holly stopped closing the laptop an inch before it would automatically go into sleep. It was probably another pervy guy, she thought to herself. Intrigued, she clicked on the message box, she was shocked to see a pretty female in the profile picture, 25 and living just 3 miles away from her.

“Hello, you look gorgeous. Do you fancy chatting?”

Holly clicked on the profile. The profile pictures were of a feminine brunette, her long hair draping over her slender figure, wearing a very conservative outfit. Holly felt her pussy throb. She had never been into women, but had found them attractive. There was no harm in just talking to a girl online?

“Hello, thank you. That would be great.”

Instantly, another message came through from the gorgeous brunette.

“My names Catherine. I’m on here looking for some fun, nothing more, how about you?”

“My names Holly. I guess I’m here for a relationship really, I’ve never considered fun with a female before.”

“The men on here are terrible aren’t they? LOL. We could always meet up for a drink and see where it ends up. If you don’t want to do anything during our drink then we can always go our separate ways.”

Holly smiled at the message. Catherine appeared to be polite and not in the slightest way forceful.

They exchanged numbers, a time and place where Catherine lived as she güvenilir bahis didn’t drive. Saying their goodbyes, Holly then got herself into bed and relaxed in another way before turning off the light.

Holly had been in their designated pub since 19:40. She had chosen a corner of the bar away from the hustle and bustle. Her heart was beating harder as the minutes passed. At times, she wanted to quickly run away. But she knew this girl was only meeting her for a drink.

Holly stared down at her phone. No new messages, she kept herself busy, trying to relax herself before meeting Catherine. Maybe she was going to stand her up.

“Hello.” The soft voice came from in front of her.

Holly glanced up. Catherine was exactly like her picture. She wore a little black dress that complimented her figure, but still left enough for the imagination. Holly’s heart was thumping hard. Not as hard as her throbbing vagina. This woman was stunning. Her cleavage dipped lower as she leant forwards towards Holly for a hug. She was gentle and warm.

They stayed at the pub for a few hours chatting and drinking until it was closing time. At times Catherine had laid her hands on Holly’s, or gently stroking Holly’s leg whilst she chatted. They drunkenly walked back to Catherine’s house, giggling and stumbling until they reached her bedroom.

Catherine had put on the little lamp and sat next to Holly on Catherine’s king sized bed. “Why don’t you stop staring and just touch me?” She asked staring deep into her eyes.

Holly felt her stomach clench. She wasn’t staring!

Nervously, her hand reached up and cupped hold of Catherine’s pert breasts. She had only ever felt her own breasts; it was no wonder men loved them so much.

Catherine’s lips met Holly’s. Holly embraced her lips firmly until she pulled away.

Catherine raised an eyebrow, her eyes lowering to Holly’s lips, hungrily, she kissed her again. Their tongues met, heated in passion.

Holly felt her top being tugged upward, revealing her C cups sat in a pale pink bra. Catherine undone her dress, slipping out to reveal her matching lacy black underwear. Catherine tugged at Holly’s pants until they sat between her ankles. Gently, Catherine eased two fingers inside Holly’s soaking wet pussy.

“You certainly want this don’t you?” Catherine smiled as she heard Holly’s groans türkçe bahis of pleasure. Catherine’s fingers ventured deeper inside. A delicate squeak left Holly’s lips as Catherine began to tickle her G – spot.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

Holly bolted upright, Catherine kept her finger firmly and deep inside Holly.

A young blonde haired man in a dark grey suit stood in the bedroom doorway. He looked no older than Catherine. His eyes fixed on Catherine.

“Hello Thomas. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon?” She giggled, removing her fingers and slowly sucking the juices off.

“Get on your knees.” He ordered Catherine. Holly looked in horror as his eyes met hers, smiling straight at her. Catherine sat poised on the floor.

He perched himself on the bed next to Holly. His hard cock standing to attention within his trousers. “I’m Thomas, Catherine’s husband.” He introduced, unbuttoning his trousers.

“I’m sorry, she didn’t mention it. I’m Holly. I’m so -”

Instantly he kissed her. His lips contrasted with Catherine’s. Hers soft and wet, whilst his was soft lipped, but she could tell it was a man’s touch.

Catherine edged forward and held Thomas’s cock in one hand. At once, she began to take it all in her mouth. Moistening it as she slid her mouth up and down.

Holly became wetter as she watched Catherine gagging on his cock, as well as feeling Thomas’ tongue against her own.

As she became engrossed in Thomas’s mouth, she felt a flickering warmth on her clit. She moved her hand, finding the back of Catherine’s head, and pushed it gently so that Catherine was even more buried inside her pussy.

Large, soft hands caressed her breasts and now she found her own hands wandering to Thomas’s shaft. Slowly she felt it between her fingers, until finally she wrapped her hand around it, stroking from the head down.

Thomas kissed her wildly. His strength pinned her to the bed, lifting her legs apart, deeply, he thrusted into her. Catherine lowered herself onto Holly’s face. She felt Catherine’s smooth genital skin as her tongue licked in and around, tasting Catherine’s juices as they dripped.

Thomas fucked her harder, and with Catherine on her face, Holly’s moans of pleasure became muffled. She had just about found the breath to say ‘I’m going to cum!’ She felt Thomas withdraw. Her güvenilir bahis siteleri pussy ached to finish. She watched as Thomas pulled Catherine onto his cock. Slowly at first, she rode him. Her head back in ecstasy, grinding herself up and down his cock.

Holly watched, confused, but still excited as to why Thomas had stopped her from cumming. She lay back on the bed and stroked her own clit. She dipped her finger into her soaking wet pussy each time. Moaning, as she watched Catherine’s ass bounce and one hand clutching hold of her breasts. Thomas raised his hips to pound her harder, in rhythm with Catherine’s riding.

As Catherine’s pace quickened, Holly’s own fingers rubbed her clit even more vigorously, feeling herself near climax.

Catherine screamed Thomas’s name, her body shaking as she came. Smiling over at Holly, she released herself from Thomas and sat herself on Holly’s face. Clutching hold of Holly’s hands, she pulled them away from her pussy and pinned her to the bed. Holly squirmed, she wanted to cum so bad.

Before she knew it, Thomas’s hard cock had entered her again and was fucking her harder than ever. Her pussy tightened, her arms became free. She reached up to hold Catherine’s breasts above her, returning the favour as Catherine was now rubbing Holly’s clit, slapping it on a number of occasions. Before Holly knew it, she was cumming hard, screaming out. Her breasts began to ache from Thomas slapping her tits on every moan, teaching her a lesson for cumming so hard on his cock.

Catherine lifted herself off Holly and sat herself next to her, licking her fingers clean from Holly’s cum.

It was only Thomas left to cum. Both girls watched him attentively as he sat between Holly’s legs and gently jerked himself off. Catherine bit her lip as her hand slipped back down to Holly’s pussy.

Her pussy was too sensitive to be touched again, but she couldn’t help but enjoy a woman’s touch again.

Thomas pushed Catherine’s hand away and sat on top of Holly’s chest, his cock aiming toward her face. Catherine held her onto Holly’s wrists tighter, whilst kissing Tom. Holly squirmed, she wasn’t sure that she wanted him to cum straight at her face, but her pussy ached as she thought about what a bad girl she was being. Thomas let out a moan as hot cum squirting straight at Holly’s wincing face.

She lay there as he sighed in ecstasy; both Catherine and Tom laughing at the sight of Holly’s face. But she was enjoying every minute of it.

After she had wiped Tom’s cum off her face, Holly snuggled in between the couple. “Can I come again soon?”