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The sun shone hot in a clear late June sky. Thrush and blackbird sang their beautiful songs. The river bubbled gently away as I walked along the path enjoying my release from school exams and looking forward to a summer of freedom before university in the autumn.

The meadows beside the river were long with grass and wild flowers, the local farmer liking to keep things natural and encourage the wildlife. Everything was beautiful and everything idyllic. Living deep in the Dorset countryside, very few people came this way. The tourists tended to go south to the coast; here all was wild, quiet and miles from anywhere.

I had been walking for about 20 minutes when I first heard the sounds of another human. In the long grass, about 10 feet away, there was a laugh and a sharp scream, followed by a giggle and a tussle. Briefly a blonde head showed above the meadow flowers and then disappeared. I thought I knew the head – well at least I knew one of two heads it could have belonged to – one of the Cranwell twins, the daughters of John Cramwell who farmed the area. I knew them well, being a frequent visitor to the farm as my parents were friends of John. The farm had a pool which was brilliant on hot summer days and the twins, Lorna and Laura where always there to join in the games and I thought nothing about headed towards them in the grass.

Phew! Stepping up to them I found them wrestling together, miniskirts and bikini tops askew with breasts out and nipples showing. Suddenly, Laura, who was underneath spotted me, loosened her arm from her sister’s grip, pointed and screamed my name, before laughing again. Well being a young man of conventional persuasion I was torn between staring with delight and turning in embarrassment. Deciding that decency was the better option, I turned away, but Lorna called – “Rick, hey come back.” I turned back and the two girls were untangling themselves and patting the grass beside them mecidiyeköy eskort to show I should come and sit between them. At the sight of these two identical eighteen year old beauties, sitting half naked in the grass, I could not help the feeling of excitement that was rapidly building in my shorts.

I stood for a moment in front of them and the twins’ eyes seemed to focus half-way up my body. “Rick, are we glad to see you.” said Laura. “Yes,” said Lorna “you do know we have always thought you were rather cute.”

I slowly sat down between them. Their breasts were firm and round and tanned, their nipples erect from the excitement of their tussling. Their blue eyes glinted with mischief and wide smiles showed off their perfect white teeth. Each of the girls stood about 5’6″ and was slim and smooth skinned. Something in my brain was beginning to flash red and my breath became very short. Although I had known the girls for years and fancied them like mad, I had never had the courage to ask one of them out – and well, you couldn’t ask both of them on a date could you?

Suddenly, Laura shouted: “Get him!” and they were on top of me. They pushed me flat and Laura sat on my chest and held my arms whilst Lorna sat on my legs. “Have you any idea how horny I am?” asked Laura looking down at me her breasts just inches away from my face. “Lonny and me have just been dreaming of getting a nice boy like you here into this field. In fact we were getting so horny just thinking about it, we had to start playing our fantasy together – but you know, girl on girl is not quite the same.” For a moment, I didn’t realise what she meant, then I understood – the wrestling was a bit more than a sisterly fight – wow I thought, what a fantasy!

Lorna has started sliding up my legs and was now sitting astride my cock. I suddenly realised that under her short skirt she had no knickers. She hooked her arms under her sister’s escort bayan and hugged Laura’s breasts. Laura moaned. “Yes,” said Lorna “we are so wet that I think you should drink some of it.”

“Want to try?” asked Laura. She undid the top of her skirt and threw it to the side, showing her bare fanny and, without waiting for a reply she moved up and sat her dripping cunt on my mouth. My tongue tasted the saltiness of her excitement and started probing, licking her clit and sucking. My hands moved up to massage her young firm tits, tweaking her nipple with care. She immediately began to moan. Lorna meanwhile, had got off my legs and whilst I was occupied with exciting Laura, I felt her fight with the zip and buttons on my shorts. She massaged me through my pants turning my cramped cock until my erection was sticking through the top. She then started licking the top, slowly pulling my pants and shorts away until she had covered the whole length with her tongue. I lifted my arse and as she pulled my clothes away she took my cock in her mouth, slowly moving it in and out, sucking and licking.

Laura was loving the work I was per forming on her clit and I started both teasing it with my teeth and then worked my tongue deeper inside her. She was getting hotter and hotter and started bouncing gently as my tongue drove up her ecstasy. As my teeth playfully bit she gave little whimpering gasps of pleasure.

After a few of minutes of sheer bliss for both me and Laura, Lorna was beginning to feel left out. She let go of my cock and moved around to my head. “My turn”, she said. Laura started slowly to move down my chest, leaving it wet as she went. She grabbed my cock and gently lowered her dripping cunt onto it. She was so wet and hot I thought I might explode, except I was distracted my Lorna now moving astride my face the other way around from her sister.

As I lay in perfect happiness, the two girls bayrampaşa escort kissed and hugged and gyrated over me. Laura going faster and faster riding my cock and Lorna getting the full benefit of my teeth and tongue. God they were getting excited and so was I, but I wanted to kiss and feel their tongues in my mouth, I wanted to suck their nipples and I wanted to be shafting them both simultaneously.

I pushed Lorna off me and Laura too and got them to lie side by side, knees bent and legs spread. Their eager fingers were playing with each other’s clits and they were moaning softly. Firstly I got between Lorna’s legs as she hadn’t had my cock in her yet. I pulled her to me and fastened my lips to hers, tongues going deep and passionate. Laura, got up and came around underneath my pounding cock and started teasing my balls with her teeth. I felt her fingers come and play with Lorna’s slit, pushing her fingers into her around me and as I pumped in and out. I let go of Lorna’s lips and moved down to her tits. I sucked hard her erect nipples whilst her hand went down her clit to bring her to orgasm. She screamed and buffeted and I knew we were both coming. Laura, still licking my moving balls was playing with her own clit and on the point of coming too. I felt Lorna buck with her orgasm and Laura came in sympathy, I just managed to hold off cuming. I pulled out of Lorna’s dripping cunt and Laura came around and took me in her mouth. Lorna got off her back and started licking my balls – I came. My orgasm was enormous, it was like being massaged in every muscle at the same moment. The first wave of cum went into Laura’s mouth, she let go and the second spurt flooded out over Lorna’s face. She grabbed my cock, wanting to drink it as still I came and came again.

Gradually, the waves of pleasure subsided and the flow of creamy sperm ceased. Laura and Lorna took turns to lick my cock clean, then they turned on each other, licking and cleaning the cum of each other’s face, so as not to waste a drop. We then all dropped together in the grass, limbs sprawled akimbo. Panting and sleepy in the heat of the afternoon, listening to the gentle flow of the river and the songs of the birds.

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I liked her from the moment I saw her. One day I walked into class and there she was sitting on the farthest table from the door on her own. Being shy, I never looked at her directly, but instead kept shooting glances out of the corner of my eye. I couldn’t be sure if she was new or had just been moved from another group; I couldn’t tell without looking straight at her.

When the lesson was over, she walked in front of my table. For the first time I got a full look at her and she was beautiful, with a perfect figure. Her clothes weren’t slutty or revealing, which somehow made every inch of skin she was showing all the more erotic. When she had left the room I turned to my friend.

‘Who’s the new girl?’ I asked.

‘She’s called Melissa. Seems quite nervous to me… mind you I suppose it is her first day.’

I thought to myself… it was her first day. I’d be nice to her and make her feel welcome… then who knows.

‘Dude you coming?’ my friend asked as he held the door open.

‘Yeah,’ I followed him out.

In the next lesson, Melissa was sitting on her own again. I sat down on the same table, near to her but not right next to her.

‘First day?’ I said as I smiled at her.

‘Yeah,’ she said slightly shakily.

‘Don’t worry, you’ll soon find out this place isn’t as bad as the others,’ I looked away with a slight scowl, showing her subtly that I had been through some of the same things she had.

‘I’m John by the way,’ I said, looking back at her face, taking in her green eyes and perfect lips.

‘I’m Melissa,’ she said, smiling slightly for the first time.

‘Man, she is HOT’ I thought as we made small talk whilst working. I helped her on the bits she was stuck on and made her laugh a few times with some of my ‘flippant’ answers (as the teacher called them.) When she did laugh she showed shining white teeth beneath her lovely, soft lips. She was too good to be true.

‘Have you got MSN?’ I asked her at the end of the day.

‘Yes. I’ll write down my addy for you…’ she said, scrambling in her bag for a piece of paper.

‘Here,’ I said, fishing into my pocket and pulling out some scrap paper and a pen.

‘Thanks,’ she said. She wrote down her addy and said goodbye, giving one of her electric smiles and a wave. I was wearing quite a wide smile myself as I walked into my room 20 minutes later. I added her and waited for her to come online. When she did, we talked for about 2 hours straight. Just about the usual stuff really: music, food, likes, dislikes… we had a lot in common. She really was quite incredible.

I went to bed feeling very contented. Who would’ve thought a day with both French and Art in it could be so good?

After a few more days, I had collected around 100 electric smiles and even a goodbye hug. As we broke apart from a goodbye hug at the end of Friday’s college day, she asked me if I would help her with some homework over the weekend. I said she could come round to my house at 6, because my parents would be out then so we could play some nice loud music. She agreed and gave me a final departing smile, turning around to show the rest of her wonderful body and walking back to her car.

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At 5.50 the next day, I was attempting to get my hair to behave itself and making sure my teeth were pearly white, though I knew I could never match hers. At 5.55, after giving up on the hair, I was trying to make my room look tidy and not smell like Doritos. At exactly 6pm I heard a knock on the door. With one last try at flattening my hair, I sped downstairs and opened the door.

‘Hi,’ I said, smiling at her.

‘Hi,’ she said, with a smile to rival that of a 200watt light bulb.

She looked fantastic. She was wearing a black tank top, which was slightly lower cut than usual. It was also short enough to show off some of her midriff, which was very sexy. For the first time, she was wearing a skirt instead of jeans. Like her other clothing, it was not slutty or too revealing. It ended about half way down her shins, which is not usually the sexiest area of a woman’s legs, but with her, it was sexy as hell.

‘Shall we go upstairs?’ I said, trying to hold back the erection I could feel developing in my pants.

‘Ok,’ she said, going up the stairs first. As I followed her, I could see slightly more of the back of her legs. It was a good job my crotch area would be hidden under a desk soon.

‘I like your room!’ she said as she entered my room and put down her folder on my desk.

‘Thanks,’ I said, sitting down with her at the desk feeling secretly relieved. ‘What homework are we doing?’ I asked.

‘Didn’t ask me that in college did you?’ she smiled. ‘It could be too hard for you.’

‘It certainly is…’ I thought. ‘I wanted to hang out with you too,’ I said. ‘Anyway, there are more clever people than me in the class; you could have asked them,’

‘Yeah, but…’ she let her voice trail away delicately.

‘So, what are we doing?’ I asked again.

‘English,’ she said mecidiyeköy escort as she got some sheets out of her folder.

‘But you’re really good at English,’ I said. She had got very high marks in the last test.

‘Don’t be silly…’ she said, blushing slightly.

We worked our way through the sheets. She was smiling at me almost constantly. On the last question, she dropped her pen on the floor accidentally.

‘Oops…’ she said.

‘I’ll get it,’ I said quickly. I dived under the desk and picked up the pen. As I was under there, she scratched her thigh so that her skirt moved up for a brief second and I saw a bit more of her legs. I emerged to find her wearing another electric smile.

‘Thanks,’ she said.

When she had finished the last question, she stretched and yawned, giving me an even more tantalizing view of her stomach.

‘Thank you so much for helping me!’ she said. ‘You were really good at that,’

‘No problem, I enjoy doing it,’ I said. She raised her eyebrows. ‘I mean… I enjoy doing it with you-I’m not a homework addict,’ I said. She giggled.

‘You’re so sweet,’ she said.

‘I try. You wanna listen to some music?’ I asked the vision of beauty in front of me.

‘Sure,’ she said. ‘Can I use your bathroom?’ she added.

‘Of course-its right out of this room and then straight ahead,’ I said. I put on a band that we both liked, but found the slowest, most romantic song I could find and set it on repeat. With my erection finally gone, I went over and sat on the bed, which was more comfy than the office chairs under the desk. She came back into the room, almost looking as if she was floating, but maybe that was just me.

‘John, I’ve got something to tell you,’ she said, looking serious.

‘Sit down,’ I said, noticing her serious tone.

‘I don’t really know how to say this…’ she said, looking nervous.

‘You can tell me anything,’ I said soothingly.

‘Ok… well… I like you,’ she said, looking directly into my eyes.

‘I like you too,’ I said.

‘Not the same way,’ she said quietly, turning away.

‘What do you mean?’ I said, hardly daring to believe my ears.

‘I mean… I like you as more than just a friend,’ she said, now fully blushing. ‘But I know you don’t feel the same way.’

‘I do,’ I said, almost laughing with disbelief.

‘You’re just saying that to make me feel better,’ she said.

Without thinking, I reached across the bed and pressed my lips against hers. I had never done anything so reckless before, but I don’t think I could have resisted any longer. Putting one hand on the back of her head, I opened my lips slightly wider to deepen the kiss. Feeling I had made my impression, I broke away from her.

‘Do you believe me now?’ I asked her. She didn’t answer, but leaned across the bed twice as quickly as I had and resumed the kiss. It was wonderful. It was like our lips were perfectly coordinated with each other, moving slowly and blissfully up and down together as if dancing.

I lightly pressed my body against hers and as I did she made a small crooning noise and pulled me closer. I couldn’t believe my luck. We were now sitting side by side on the bed, locked together in a tight embrace whilst our lips crushed together.

At this point Melissa moved her leg and put it on top of mine, so that it was overlapping. Then she slowly rubbed it up and down my leg, in time with our lips’ movement. She made another crooning noise.

Suddenly she shifted her body, without breaking the kiss, and pulled me back slowly so that I was on top of her. She continued rubbing her leg against mine. She also started rubbing her hands up and down my back, whilst continuing her crooning noises. Then I ran my right hand slowly down her side, starting near her breast and finishing at the lovely curves of her waist.

‘Mmmm…’ she purred, pulling me more tightly against her warm body. I ran my hand down her side again, this time brushing the side of her breast with my palm. At exactly the same moment, I felt the tip of her tongue touch the tip of mine. I returned the favor, and she crooned again. Then our tongues had joined the dance, intertwining gracefully and wonderfully.

Our tongues gradually went faster, and so did our touching. Soon she was pulling me against her so tightly that I could feel her hard nipples even through her tank top and my own t-shirt.

At this point I broke the kiss and quickly moved my lips down to her gorgeous neck and kissed as much of it as I could find.

‘Mmmmmmmm…’ she half-moaned, moving her hands up to my head and holding it there. I kissed more fiercly.

‘Mmmmmmmmmm…’ she said again, fully moaning this time as her body jolted slightly under my relentless kissing and rubbing.

‘Do you mind if I go further down?’ I asked daringly, moving my lips away for a second.

‘Mmn… no… mmm…’ she said, as I quickly resumed my kissing. She pulled me back up to her head so that we were kissing kağıthane escort again.

I felt her lightly push me away from her body slightly and looked down. She was taking off her tank top. I almost bit my tongue in excitement – I had never seen a girl even half naked before. She pulled one of her straps down slowly. She smiled, seeing how mesmerized I was by her actions. She pulled her tank top down and my eyes almost popped out – she wasn’t wearing a bra.

‘Do you like them?’ she asked playfully.

‘I’m not sure yet…’ I replied. We looked at each other and smiled.

I let my body and lips regain full contact with her again and we were kissing more fiercly than ever, our tongues dueling and our bodies writhing. I moved my kisses down her face and onto her neck. She was moaning almost constantly now. I could feel my already throbbing erection get bigger. I moved down from her neck onto her chest, kissing just above her breasts but not touching them. Her moaning became louder.

I continued to kiss the area directly around her breasts, but her hands were trying to force my head further down. Taking this as an invite, I closed my lips around the smooth skin of her right breast.

‘Ohhh god…’ she said in pure ecstasy, still trying to force my lips further down onto her nipple. I had no problem with that. I began to kiss, lick and very gently nibble it, which made her body writhe even more. I swapped breasts, but let my hand take over the right breast at the same time. I kept swapping round, making her moans louder still.

‘Mmmm yeah…’ she kept saying, still holding my head firmly in place.

‘Mmmm… mmmmm… mmmmmm…’ she was moaning, louder and longer each time. ‘Mmmmmmmm…!’ her body suddenly shook violently as she gave her loudest moan yet. Her whole body arched upwards into mine and then she collapsed onto the bed, panting.

‘Did you just…?’ I asked, wondering if it was even possible.

‘Yeah,’ she said sounding just as bewildered as me. ‘How did you do that?’ she asked in amazement.

‘I don’t know, I was just doing what felt good,’ I said honestly.

‘No kidding!’ she laughed, still panting. ‘That was my first orgasm,’ she said.

‘Seriously?’ I said in shocked disbelief.

‘Yeah… I was waiting for the right guy to come along,’ she said, beaming at me.

‘Well you’re definitely the right girl,’ I replied.

She gave me a smile brighter than the sun and hugged me warmly, kissing my cheek.

‘Do you want to have sex?’ she suddenly whispered into my ear. I pulled away and looked at her.

‘I’ve never had sex before,’ I said nervously.

‘Neither have I, but I know it would feel right with you,’ she said, her smile back in place.

‘What about protection?’ I asked.

‘I’m on the pill,’ she said, looking slightly guilty for some reason.

‘But I thought you were a virgin?’ I asked bemusedly. She smiled.

‘I was hoping to get lucky tonight,’ she gave a cheeky grin. I grinned back.

‘Well… you’ll have to be well lubricated first,’ I said, extending my grin.

‘I think I am a little bit already,’ she said. She giggled at the look of surprise on my face.

‘Well…’ I said, starting to run my hand slowly up her leg, ‘…I don’t think a bit is good enough,’

She grinned naughtily and watched me move down to her skirt. I continued moving up her leg until I reached her skirt. I pulled it up slowly until I could see her whole legs.

‘Fuck, those are hot,’ I said, thinking out loud.

I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, squeezing them slightly and wondering if I was dreaming. I reached her underwear, which I saw was slightly damp. Reaching out I pulled it down her glorious legs, allowing me to see her pussy for the first time. It was a wonderful sight. Deciding not to beat around the bush (though she had no pubic hair) I moved in and buried my tongue down her pussy.

‘Mmmm!’ she moaned. She had clearly not been expecting me to go straight in like that. I took in the taste of her; it was sweet with a slightly musky quality to it, and it was wonderful. She seemed to be enjoying herself as well, as her body starting writhing again.

‘Yes.. yes.. yes..’ she moaned, as I waggled my tongue vigorously inside her. After a further few minutes, her moans were becoming more frequent but not louder. Deciding this wouldn’t do, I slowly inserted one of my fingers into her wet hole. This made her produce a gasp as well as a moan.

I moved my finger faster, in and out, in and out, fingering her whilst still licking the insides of her pussy joyfully. She started to moan louder, and I collected enough of her juices in my mouth to swallow. I suddenly had an idea. Reaching up with my free hand, I found one of her breasts and started to squeeze her nipple.

‘Oh fuck!’ she shouted loudly as her body shook very slightly. I fingered her at top speed, still squeezing her nipple and eating her out. This proved to be too much for her.

‘Yes! beşiktaş escort Yes! YES!’ she screamed; her body writhed all over the bed and I felt my mouth be engulfed by warm, quickly flowing liquid. I lapped it up, keeping up my finger speed, getting every last drop I could squeeze out. Her whole orgasm lasted at least 5 seconds. Finally, she collapsed onto the bed, sweating and breathing heavily.

‘That was amazing!’ she said after finally regaining her breath.

‘You’re incredible,’ I managed to blurt out, still in a state of disbelief.

‘I still want you to fuck me,’ she said, a note of urgency in her voice now.

‘Are you sure?’ I asked, not wanting to force her into anything too soon.

‘Positive,’ she said, her eyes burning with lust. She spread her legs. I took my pants off and then my boxers, letting my cock become visible for the first time. I looked at her face. She was looking at it with her eyebrows raised, half smiling.

I moved over towards her, letting her legs touch mine as I positioned myself in front of her dripping wet hole. I lined up my cock and slowly guided it towards her until the very tip of my cock touched the outside of her pussy lips. She gave a very small moan, but even that made my cock twinge. She put her hands on my back.

‘Are you ready?’ I asked her. She nodded.

I slowly urged my cock forwards, pushing it into her for the first time. She gave a louder moan and her hands on my back gave a twitch. She was so deliciously tight. I closed my eyes and pushed it in further, savoring every moment. When my cock was about half way inside her, I felt something blocking my way.

‘Shit… your hymen is still there,’ I said, looking down into those marvelous green eyes.

‘Get rid of it then,’ she said, smiling up at me.

‘It might hurt,’ I warned her.

‘I feel safe with you,’ she said simply. ‘Do it,’ she added, her eyes burning with lust again. I drew my cock out slightly, so that just the head was inside her. Deciding it was best to get it over with quickly, I took one last look into her eyes and then plunged myself fully inside her.

‘Ahh!’ she shouted, pulling me down on top of her convulsively.

‘Are you ok?’ I whispered into her ear.

‘Yeah, it doesn’t hurt now,’ she whispered back in mine. ‘Make love to me.’

I didn’t need telling twice. I slowly drew my cock out again, as I had done before I took her virginity, then slowly fed it back into her. Her pussy was exquisitely tight around my cock.

‘Uhhhn…’ she moaned softly, as I continued my slow, rhythmic pace.

‘You’re so fucking tight,’ I said, barely stifling my own moans.

‘This feels so good…’ she said, her voice trailing away into another soft moan.

She pulled me closer to her amazing body, so that her sweet lips were right next to my ear. This made every little erotic noise she made clearer and louder than usual. Knowing I wouldn’t last very long if we stayed in this position, I raised my head and kissed her passionately on her soft lips.

This didn’t help much however, as her moans became more pronounced and she seemed to be putting every ounce of amazingness she had into the kiss. To counter act this, I started fucking her slightly faster and harder. She broke away from my lips and started moaning almost uncontrollably, pulling me even closer to her. Putting all manliness aside, I let out my first moan. I had never felt anything even close to this in my life, and I never could have hoped to feel it with anyone more perfect.

‘This is incredible,’ I managed to say, voicing my thoughts.

‘Faster!’ she gasped in between her moans. I slid my hands underneath her body so that we were both holding each other as tightly as possible. Then I increased my speed, making sure that I penetrated her fully with each thrust.

‘Oh god!’ she gasped.

Suddenly she moved her legs up and wrapped them around my lower back, so that we were completely locked together. Then she moved her hands down my back and pushed down with each thrust, making me fuck her harder.

‘Uhn.. uhhh.. yes.. oh fuck..’ she was moaning as much as possible, getting slightly louder after each thrust. I was also moaning and panting myself, but at the same time willing myself not to cum. It seemed she was nearing orgasm.

‘Make me cum,’ she said, tightening her legs hold on my body. Taking a deep breath, I pounded into her as fast and as hard as I could, grunting and panting to keep the intensity at the same level.

‘Ahhh! Ahhhhh! AHHHHHH!!’ she gave an ear splitting scream as her body shook rapidly, her pussy walls contracted around my cock, and I felt her warm juices flowing over it. I gave a huge grunt and let my cum shoot into her, my own body now shaking with hers, as we writhed together on the bed riding the final waves of orgasm.

When we had both stopped we collapsed completely on each other, still shaking after the ferocity of our orgasms. When I had regained my breath again, I raised my head and looked at her.

‘Wow,’ was all I could say. She looked deep into my eyes and pulled my head down, kissing me tenderly. She broke away.

‘That was…’ she began breathlessly.

‘…the best homework session you’ve ever had?’ I finished.

Her smile lit up the whole room.

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Hi, it’s me again. I have a new story for you and it’s very different from my usual content because it’s 100% real. Normally I enjoy writing fictional stories but this son of a bitch happened just yesterday and I had to just… write about it. It’s all I think about at the moment. Anyway… Enjoy 😉

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I live with my parents but on weekdays I am at my dorm because I attend university and travelling is not cheap or comfortable. This story happened on Monday. I did not expect this to happen; I think it may have been a hallucination. I mean… I just… I don’t know what happened for sure but I bet I was trolled or something. Anyway, like most Mondays, there is usually a party somewhere. And unlike most Mondays, I decided to join my roommates and just go to it. I’m not a party guy. If anything I enjoy LAN parties, because it’s less chaotic.

I have two roommates: Alex and Patch. No relation to my other story. I have no idea what the Patch’s name actually is, I have heard it maybe two or three times tops, but it was so long ago that I forgot and it’s really awkward to ask him what his name is. When we met he had an eye-patch and he still did for a few months so his nickname kinda stuck.

I wasn’t planning to go to the stupid party but there was something Patch said to me that changed my mind. Following the current meme trend, when it comes up, we often discuss if traps are gay or not. What do you guys think? Just because someone dresses as a woman, doesn’t instantly makes him gay, right? So I was just staying in my room, grinding on whatever MMO I was playing at the time, when he barged in and said:

“Dude, you gotta come to the party. It’s a madhouse up there.”

Naturally I said:

“Of course I will come. Just like every day I come.”

We are smart people; we recognize sarcasm before the sentence is even finished. But he knew how to make me drop everything and follow him upstairs.

“My buddy will be there…”

Here’s a little backstory. Sometimes he mentions that he has a “buddy” who is a trap. And let me tell you this – I LOVE TRAPS. I’m not afraid to admit it. I love traps. That’s the way it fuckin’ is. I’m not gay, I tested it. I like girls or guys who look so much like girls that you can’t tell they’re guys. In other words – traps.

“Are you sure? I don’t think your “buddy” even exists. And I don’t want to spend my evening around people who I don’t know and will potentially hate.”

To which he said:

“Oh, he’s real… or she is real. Depending on what you call them. Trust me, I told him about you and now he’s super into you.”

Normally this isn’t something I would even think about but the fact that it’s a trap intrigued me. I had no other choice but to play it like I’m forced to go against my will.

“Alright, dude, let’s get this over with.”

Suddenly he just looked at something above like he was having a flashback and said:

“Ever since we met and you told me you liked traps I was chatting with my buddy whenever we were together and he was like super excited to meet you. I was fixing this sort of blind date for months. And it looks like you need someone in your life. You look kinda lonely…”

“Wooooow, woooooow, wooooooow… Wow. First of all, I’m alone, not lonely. I prefer to be alone. By no means do I actually feel like I need someone in my life. Second. Are you drunk? You don’t act this nice when you’re sober.”

“I’m not drunk… yet. You’re my friend and I think I made the right call when I invited my buddy to the party. Don’t let him down, alright? At least come and meet him and if it’s not meant to be then it’s not meant to be.”

“Alright fine. Let me just change into something more fit for a party.”

He looked me over and raised his eyebrows.

“Have you ever been to one of these parties before? You don’t need to change. Just wear your shoes because there’s always vomit on the floor.”

“God I hope this is worth it.”

So I pull the plug on my laptop because it shuts off for like 5 minutes and I wear my snickers. As we’re moving towards the party, the music is getting louder. Then I figured I should ask:

“How will I recognize your buddy? Are you gonna introduce us?”

“Uhm, no actually. He knows what you look like from pictures I’ve shown him. He will recognize you.”

“Great.” Sarcastically.

We arrive at the party and oh man. Like I said I’m not a party person. The last party I attended was probably in high school and it’s the main reason I don’t go to these. The music is loud. No, that would be an understatement. THE MUSIC IS LOUD. If you can hear my thoughts, it’s likely that I can’t hear mine. Not only that, but everyone in there is either – dancing, drinking, kissing or smoking. For a lone guy like me, this is an alien planet.

I make a step inside and just as promised the first thing I stepped on was somebody’s vomit on the floor. What a great start. At that point Patch has already left me and I was alone so to speak in this alien environment, so I look around and try to make aksaray escort my way to the bar for a drink. When I arrive it’s surprisingly deserted. Probably the people who arrived earlier grabbed their drinks and went to party. I looked around and started nervously to tap my fingers on the table, wondering if I should just pour myself a drink. Not a second later a girl jumps from the other side and looks at me in something between shock and the look you get when you expect the guy to order.

“Yes? What would it be?”

That took me out of nowhere, I wasn’t really prepared for this, so I had to make sure I was in the right place.

“Are you in charge of the drinks here?”

“Yeah, today’s my turn.”

“Your turn? Does everyone get a turn?”

“It’s a boring job but someone has to do it. What would you like?”

I look at the drinks behind her and try to find something I would actually drink. I don’t drink alcohol, so it was a bit tricky.

“Do you have… something different?”

The way I said that, it was no surprise she reacted in such a manner.

“What are you? Like a cop or something?”

“What? No!”

“That’s totally what a cop would say…”

“I’m NOT a cop.”

“Because if you are and I ask you then you have to tell me. That’s totally a law or something.”

“I’m not a cop. And that isn’t a real law.”

“Well if you’re not a cop then how do you know it’s not a real law? Busted.”

“…you got me.”

“Relax, I’m just messing with you. What do you want? Coke is pretty popular today.”

“Do you have Pepsi?”

“Pepsi?”

“Well anything is good as long as it’s nonalcoholic.”

“Oh, that’s what you mean. I’m so stupid.”

She started laughing and I immediately sprang into action.

“You have a nice smile.”

“Well, aren’t you a charmer.”

“Oh that’s nothing, you should see my penis…”

Have you ever said something so bad, that you know it’s bad, but you already said it and there is no going back? For what seemed the longest 2 seconds of my life “…you should see my penis…” was the dumbest thing I’ve ever said to a girl I just met. At that point I would expect her to laugh hysterically and say “You have no chance with me”, or her smile to drop and say “Wow, it was going good but you ruined it”. But that never happened. She just kept laughing and with a higher pitched voice she said:

“That’s so funny, you’re so funny.”

What was that? Was I imagining things? A random girl just laughed at what seemed to be my joke. And of course I meant it like a joke. Unfortunately her companion didn’t think it was funny at all. Why haven’t I figured it out sooner? I mean it was right there. There were hands on her hips going behind her where another girl was kneeling and from what I can tell she was probably eating her ass. Now don’t blame me for not telling this sooner but it was pretty dark and only the disco lights were flickering around so it was hard to tell whether she had hands on her hips or something else. When the girl stood up she poked her head from behind the bartender girl and spoke with a calm slightly annoyed tone:

“You’re not really funny. Who the hell do you think you are? Jerk.”

“Uhhh…” Was all I could say before she cut me off again. She gasped and her expression changed.

“It’s you…”

“It’s… me?”

She walked towards me and turned her attention to the bartender girl.

“It’s him. That’s the guy I was telling you about.”

“Him?” The bartender asked, eyeing me up and down. “Yeah, I can imagine that.”

“What about me?” I was so confused.

“I’m the friend of your roommate.”

Now it all clicked. I’ve never seen that girl before but damn, she was hot. I mean he was hot. That’s a guy underneath these skimpy clothes. But damn, he was hot. For a girl I mean. I just can’t believe someone so beautiful is really a guy. Now what? I don’t know what to say. What could I say after a first impression like this one?

“Why don’t you show me to your room?”

“My room?” Oh god this is moving so fast. I’m into traps but I’m not ready to do this yet.

“Yeah. I was told both your roommates are here all night anyway, so we can spend some time alone. I mean if you want…”

There was no time to lose. If I hesitate she will think I am not worth it and leave me. I had to act fast. I had to act confident. I had to act maturely. So I grabbed her hand and led her out of the party.

“Goodbye guys, have fun…” the bartender girl waved at us as we were walking away.

“See ya later girlfriend…” my date waved back.

“That was your girlfriend?” I turned to her after we left the party room.

“Nope. Just some girl I met there. Her ass tasted divine. I’m hoping yours taste just as good.”

Well prepare to be disappointed.

“Heh heh, yeah.” Nervous reply.

We arrive at my room and enter. She asked which bed was mine and I show her the one near the windows. As I close the door and lock it, she runs towards my bed and jumps under the covers. topkapı escort I turn around to see what she’s doing and I immediately freeze when I see her sniffing and inhaling the scent on my sheets.

“So that’s what you smell like when you’re naked.”

At first it was an internal screaming but then it slowly turned into “this girl is a pervert and I have no problem with that”. With that being said, I walked over to her and decided to have a little control in the conversation.

“So… how do I smell?” Yeah, not my best moment.

She flips the covers revealing her face and with a smile on her face and eyes rolled backwards she said:

“Heavenly.”

This is something I’ve dreamed about for years and it still seemed like dream. Either wake me right now or don’t wake me at all!

“So… What do you want to do now? I have some board games here…”

“Shut the fuck up and do me!”

“Excuse me?” I was prepared for anything else except that.

“We’re alone right now. You can do whatever you want to me.”

“I don’t think I can…”

“Aren’t you into me even a little bit? Because I like you and I want you.”

“I am very into you, but the thing is… I want to take it slowly. You know, to get to know each other a little…”

“Life is too short to take it slowly. Maybe you want some help to get more into it?”

As soon as she said that she reached at me and grabbed my balls, squeezing them a little. My body stiffened and I was paralyzed.

“You have some nice attributes. Use them… NOW.”

“Y-yes…”

Her tone was very sweet but suddenly it turned very serious. She was both exciting me and terrifying me. I sat next to her and she let go of my junk. She grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head.

“Now just stay like this and enjoy the ride. I know I will.”

She pushed me on my back and as I was laying there she proceeds to pull down my pants. With my boxers pulled as well she took my now erect cock in her soft hand and said:

“My, my, what big dick we have here. I might need two hands to operate it.”

My dick is nearly 6 inches and I’m sorry but how small her hands were to make her say that. It didn’t make sense to me. She stood up and got off the bed to turn off the lights. At that moment I figured I should take off my t-shirt all the way. My hands were free and as I was pulling it over my head she came back and pulled it back down.

“Nope. You will leave that on. I don’t want you to look at me.”

“Why?” All I could think of was, was she embarrassed of her body or something. I mean she knew that I know she’s a dude and I am ok with this. Even if her dick is bigger than mine, I’m still ok with this. What was that girl’s problem?

“I’m a little shy when people look at me. That’s all. If it’s alright with you, I’ll let you touch me but not look at me.”

This is weird. But she made some rules and I don’t want to be involved in a rape.

“Ok, if that’s what you want.”

“Thank you. And to show you my gratitude I will do all the work so you just relax there.”

When she said that, she climbed on top of me and sat on my abdomen. This is exciting, I wanna touch more. But when I tried to reach for her nipples she grabbed my arms and pinned them down over my head. I was feeling helpless but still very aroused. She let go of them and took my dick then guided it to her anal opening. I was so happy; finally I would lose my virginity. Why was I saving it anyway? Then I remember I wouldn’t be a virgin when I turn 30; no chance for me to be a wizard I guess. Meh, it’s all internet bullshit anyway. We’d be swarming with wizards if it was true. Time to change my account info I guess.

“In it goes~”

So it did. She sat with her full weight on my hard cock and it plunged deep inside her. Now that one REALLY took me by surprise. I felt like I would explode right there and then. Just another premature ejaculator story for you guys. NO! I wasn’t going to let that happen. I had to relax. Deep breaths, calm yourself, think about something non-sexual…

“Shit…” What exactly was I supposed to think about that wouldn’t lead to sex? I mean seriously, everything is related to sex in some way.

“Are you ok?” She lightly slapped my balls which in turn made me regain my composure and ruined my orgasm. I guess it was a save but I still wanted to cum.

“Thank you.”

“You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

“Not anymore baby. Your ass is the best. Of course it’s my first and I don’t have a base for comparison but I would assume no one else has a better ass.”

“Wow, you ARE a charmer. Grab my ass since you like it so much.”

No need to tell me twice. My arms were free for a while and I grabbed her ass as instructed. It was so soft and squishy. Not a guy’s ass at all. Really goes to show how committed this trap really is. I push her up and let her slam back down on my dick and she goes “ah” and “woah”. This really excites me and I do it again. I can tell she likes it too because her ass tightens every sarıyer escort time she is impaled by me.

“Can you pull my shirt a bit? I want to kiss you.”

“Aww, do you now?”

She pulls it slowly and my mouth is exposed. She leans in slowly and I figure she will put her lips on mine. Instead she pushes three fingers in my mouth and giggles.

“Suck on these for me will ya?”

I didn’t expect her to do that. Can’t say I hate it, it is quite erotic actually but it is still unexpected. I focus on fucking her ass while sucking on her fingers; it’s all I can do at the moment. Suddenly she pulls them out and before I could give a proper reaction she pushes a finger in my ass and wiggles it around.

Oh, man. This is such a trigger for me. If you read my other story you would know I masturbate with my ass quite a lot. Now, I was feeling really good but it still wouldn’t have made me cum just like that. Nice try dude, you were close but not close enough.

Thinking I was safe for now she plunges another finger inside me. If she pushes a third finger I might actually cum. Especially since she is rubbing on my prostate. This isn’t good. I mean it’s great and all but the point of sex is to continue as long as possible so both partners can feel good. Would I be able to make her feel good just by ejaculating inside her ass?

“Hold still!” she commands and moves her legs.

Now what she’s up to? I can’t see anything, but I feel her legs switch position and her feet are coming to my shoulders. She removes her fingers from my ass, aww, I mean yay, but also aww. Then she leans back and supports herself on her arms. I don’t get it but alright, at least my dick is still inside her.

“Sniff it big boy!” she commands me once again.

Sniff what exactly? It took me a while before I notice she has her feet on my face. Her socks were sweaty and stinky but in a good way. I couldn’t believe this was working. Smelly socks are not in my fetish list but this was something different from what I imagined. Probably because I was sharing a room with two other guys that I thought dirty socks was not a turn-on.

“You smell good. But how do I smell?” she asked again.

“Uhm. I don’t know. Probably better than me.” She really caught me off-guard with that one.

It’s random stuff like this that makes you wonder what you really like because my hips stiffened; a sign that I was about to cum. She must have noticed that because she quickly got up from me and went down to work on my cock. Her soft lips were stretching around the head and she slowly took it in her mouth sucking and jerking it with her hand.

“I- I- I’m cumiiiiiiing” was all I let out before my sperm left the station.

So I came, big deal. Yeah it felt good like it usually does, no surprise there. But she kept sucking and jerking it like she wanted to squeeze me dry. Slow down bitch, I wanna just roll in bed and go to sleep. She stopped and came closer to me, removing part of my shirt to expose my mouth and went to kiss me. Well, better late than never. I did wanted a kiss. How many surprises did this slut have in store for me? Why was she pushing my own cum inside my own mouth? She was a good kisser tho, I gotta give her that. It was sloppy because of said cum, but it was also very erotic with the way our tongues wrestled. She stopped in the middle of it and gave me one last peck on the cheek.

“Your cum tasted sweet. I hope you didn’t mind that I shared some of it with you.”

“Not at all. I taste my cum regularly to make sure its sweetness is at its peak. The secret ingredient is pineapple.”

“Wow you’re so full of surprises. You’re gonna make a great boyfriend someday.”

“Well. I… I can make a great boyfriend today.”

“We’ll see. Good night.” She said and rolled on her side.

While we were at it, she didn’t remove any of her clothes and I decided to leave her like this. I just put my shirt back on and spooned next to her and quickly fell asleep.

“Hey, asshole, wake up.”

Wake up? I just fell asleep. What’s this about?

“I said wake up. You have some explaining to do.”

I opened my eyes slowly and I could recognize Patch standing in front of me, his arms crossed and his face… well. Let’s just say it was a regular look of disappointment mixed with “how you gonna fix this”.

“What are you talking about? What happened?” still drowsy but waking up.

“Cut the bullshit you know exactly what I’m talking about. Tell him!” he said and moved slightly to the left.

Standing behind him was his buddy who I fucked last night. Only now he had tears in his eyes and was silently sobbing.

“What’s wrong?”

I was ready to ask a lot of questions before Patch cut me off.

“What’s wrong is you stood him up and went to sleep. He was waiting for you all night upstairs.”

I was blinking wildly trying to comprehend the situation. I wasn’t sure whether I dreamed all this or not. But if I did, why did this girl look exactly like the girl I had sex with last night?

“What are you talking about? I had sex with him last night. I went to the bar, he was there, he recognized me and we came here. Are you claiming I raped you or something, because I haven’t. You clearly came on to me.” I was a bit annoyed and tried to reason with him as clearly as I could.

TomBoy’s Awakening Ch. 2

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The rest of the afternoon, Missy followed me around like a puppy dog, wanting to get close or next to me wherever I went. Not that I minded as my cock was now definitely ruling my mind.

We had finished supper and the night air was cooling down and a full moon would make it light outside almost all night. The boys had all taken showers and were getting ready for bed as Missy took her shower. When she came out of the shower, I noticed her in a different light for the first time. She was wearing a short cotton nightie that just barely covered her little panties. Her dark nipples pushed out against the soft fabric and she noticed me watching her and smiled to herself.

Jacob always wants me to read a book to him as he goes to sleep and tonight was no exception. Justin had jumped up into the top bunk and was almost instantly asleep. Missy had crawled into the bunk opposite Jacob and was quietly lying there as I read the book. It wasn’t long and I could tell that Jacob was also asleep. I got up to leave and a hand reached out and rubbed my leg, it was Missy. I reached over turned the light off and leaned down close to her to see what she wanted. She didn’t have to say a word; she just lifted the bed sheet and beckoned me to crawl in with her. My heart started pounding again as I anticipated what I was about to do.

I crawled in beside her and could feel the warm soft flesh lying next to me. I just lay there waiting to see what would happen next. Missy reached over, took my hand and lifted the top edge of her panties, placing my hand down between her legs. Then for the first time she took her hand reached across and placed it directly on my cock, which was now at full attention to what was happening. She was new at this and didn’t quite know what to do, so I helped her feel my cock and than she felt my soft balls with her fingers, gently massaging them. I knew that things were going to progress further and didn’t want it to happen there in the bunkroom. So I gently kissed Missy on the lips and told her I was going upstairs to bed and escort şişli she could follow if she wanted.

I left her bed and went upstairs to mine, trying to rationalize what might happen next. She was definitely of age so there wasn’t any legal problems with what I was doing; it was that I had always thought of Missy as a boy and not a girl. Boy was I wrong on that one. Anyway as I lay there she must of known what she wanted, because I could hear the stairs creak as she made her way up to my bed. I lifted the sheets for her and she crawled in next to me snuggling up close. The moon was bright and lit up the room so you didn’t need any lights to see clearly. I looked into her face and asked her if this was what she wanted? She nodded, smiled and said make me feel good again.

I leaned over kissed her on the neck and then kissed her on the mouth and let my tongue explore her sweet young mouth. With my hand, I slid down between her thighs and found her panties waiting for me. The surface of her cotton panties was already getting wet in anticipation of things to come. As we kissed I could feel her hand starting to explore on her own, seeking out my cock and rubbing it through my pajamas.

I kissed my way down and over each of her breasts moving the short nightie up and over her head, leaving only those little panties covering the last part of this girl. As I kissed and sucked on her breasts, my hand were kneading and massaging those outer lips of her cunt. I could feel the blood engorging its way into the lips making them pout and swell. I reached up and started to slide her panties off and she lifted her hips so I could slide them down and off her ankles. Now she lay there completely naked to my view and exploration. I inserted one of my fingers in between her pussy lips and gently explored up and down finding her little clitoris. When I brushed against it, it sent a shock wave through her and she jerked in response. I then moved my finger in and out, finger fucking her.

She started to moan and respond with her hips starting merter escort to move in rhythm. I didn’t want her first climax to come by my finger, so I pulled out and quickly replaced it with my tongue. The nectar that was oozing out tasted oh so sweet. My tongue moved in and out like a small cock and I could feel how tight her cunt muscles were. As my tongue picked up the pace so did her hips and moaning. She said oh oh do it some more, don’t stop. With that she grabbed my head and pulled me closer into her pussy. Her cunt muscles tried to grip my tongue as it would a cock in the same place. Missy finally went over the edge and washed cum all over my face. I gently feasted on her now wet cunt as she slowly started to subside from her first real orgasm. After she slowed down, I could feel her reach over and start to massage my cock again, which by now was thinking it had been completely neglected.

My cock was now standing straight up pushing my pajamas out like a tent. I lifted my hips and Missy tugged my pajamas down exposing my cock to her view. I just lay there as she explored my cock and played with my balls. She got down real close to my cock and quickly took her tongue and tasted the head of my cock. Having decided it wasn’t to bad she went back to my cock and her tongue started to lick all over the head. Precum started to ooze out of the head and I could tell she liked the taste. Then she started to suck over the whole cock trying to get as much as she could into her mouth. I didn’t want to come in her mouth but would rather shoot my load into that tight little cunt of hers. I wasn’t afraid of getting her pregnant as I have had a Vasectomy after Jacob was born.

So I pulled out of her mouth and she looked a little astonished. She wanted to know if something was wrong and I smiled and said no, she was very good. Then I asked her if she would like both of us to come together for her first time. She smiled nodded her head in approval, but looked a little worried. I told her it was going to hurt the first time, but istanbul escort I would be as gentle as I could. She then lay back down; smiled once more and spread her legs wide apart and reached out to pull me down on top of her. I slowly moved my cock up and down over the entrance to her perfect little cunt, making sure the head of my cock was well lubricated before I pushed further into her. The head of my cock slowly worked itself into this very tight pussy and I slowly moved in and out so she would get used to having a cock in there.

As I pushed further in I finally found the protection of her hymen, blocking the way to further penetration. At this point I could sense the tension and pain that was developing. I moved my mouth over Missy’s mouth and gently kissed her as I pushed forward breaking through the final passage. With a stifled scream from Missy I pushed my cock all the way in, with my balls tight against her ass. I just lay there waiting for Missy to get used to the feel of a full cock resting in her most precious treasure house. As the pain subsided I could feel Missy’s muscles contracting around my cock. I started to move in and out slowly. Her cunt was very tight around my cock and stuck like glue as I tried to move in and out.

As our momentum started to build, I could tell she was approaching another orgasm. We both started moving in unison with pleasure building between us. As my cock started moving faster and faster, I felt my balls tightening, as my load of cum was about to shoot deep into this precious cunt. As I went over the edge Missy wrapped her legs around my waist and shot forward as another massive orgasm shot through her body. My cock shot a huge load of cum into her and I could feel her cunt squeeze every drop from my balls. As Missy slowed down and my cock shrank once more, it finally slipped out of her cunt and we both relaxed.

The next thing I knew, I could see the sun rising over the mountain and there was a warm cuddly Missy, that was no longer a Tom Boy, laying sound asleep next to me. I gently woke her up and helped her put back on her panties and nightie. With that I sent her back down to her own bed, before the boys woke up. As Missy goes off to college I will wonder if she will remember the time when she was awakened from being a Tom Boy.

A Girl has a Wet Accident—Or Is It?

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It was a hot summer Sacramento, California day in late June. I was on my way home from work when I had to stop to get gas for the car. I pulled into an Arco station and luckily there was a spot open. I pulled behind a jeep in front of me and got out and walked to the back of my car, paid for the gas, and started pumping.

As I looked around, I noticed a girl with a Jeep in front of me. She was OK looking, with light brown hair going down to her mid-back and kind of chubby. I’d guess she had a 10 or 12 waist. She was wearing a white sleeveless T-shirt. She had big round bouncing boobs; a D cup I would imagine. She also was wearing cut-off jeans. I saw that she had cut them quite short, with the strings hanging down.

As she turned away to put the gas pump into her car to start pumping, I noticed her butt–nice and round, and her butt cheeks were hanging out. It was a turn-on to see her white butt cheeks and I could not turn away.

When the gas pump nozzle penetrated her car’s gas hole, she turned and faced the pump. I noticed she was wearing white flip-flops and had cute feet. I’m a sucker for nice feet. I could not tell what color her toenails were painted.

I was straining to see what color her toenails were, trying my hardest not to stare with my sunglasses on. Suddenly, I saw a stream running down her leg and a small wet spot by her feet, turning into a small puddle.

I instantly knew what she was doing. She was PEEING, peeing her pants, and doing it in public, doing it right in front of me.

I’m a totally kinky guy and love pee play. I couldn’t believe a girl was peeing herself right in front of me and it was giving me an instant boner.

I wanted to talk with her, run over and tell her I wanted her pee. I didn’t know what to do and didn’t want to call her out in front of everyone.

I quickly walked over and said, “Hi.”

She looked over at me. Not knowing what to say next, I uttered, “Are you having an accident? Are you OK?” Maybe not the best words but I was getting excited.

The flow stopped and she covered her now red face with her hands and muttered, “Oh I’m sorry.”

I noticed the spot in the crotch area, dark and wet, and saw it was running down her leg, onto her foot, and then on the ground in a small puddle about the size of a personal pizza.

Without thinking of personal space or privacy, I took my finger and ran it up her leg starting at the mid-thigh and ending almost to her crotch. I ran my finger up her leg trying to get her wet pee on my finger.

Then without hesitation, I put my finger in my mouth to taste this stranger’s pee. I got a good amount on my finger and when it hit my tongue, I could taste the saltiness of it. I wanted more.

The look on her face was priceless, I don’t know if it was horror or OMG what did this guy just do? She lowered her hands still on her face with a wide-eyed, open mouth expression.

I took a step closer and whispered in her ear “Yum, you taste good.” She responded, “Oh,” still shocked.

I got bold and said, “I dare you to pee on my finger.”

While blocking anyone’s view, I put my finger in an upward sideways direction into her cut-off jeans. They were not tight, and I was able to gain easy access inside. I pushed a little over and felt the wetness and started to slowly rub the back of my finger up and down her wet panties.

She bit her lower lip and without saying a word, a few seconds later I felt a warm wetness coming out of her panties onto my finger. I could not believe she was peeing on my finger. The warm wetness stopped after a few seconds.

I pulled my finger out of her shorts and stuck it in my mouth and sucked on my finger enjoying the taste of her piss. I liked the taste, kind of like butterscotch, a little salty.

Looking at her face, she finally spoke bravely saying, “There is more where that came from.”

I blurted out without even şişli escort getting close and whispering, “I’d love a golden shower from you.”

Then she said, “I only live around the corner.”

“Great, will follow you.”

I returned to my car, put the gas pump back into the holster, and closed my gas cap, returning to the driver’s seat.

She was already in her car starting to drive off. I again looked at the wet spot on the ground as I started my car, threw it into drive, and tried to catch up.

I followed her out of the gas station. My mind and heart were racing. I could not believe what just happened and what was about to happen. I wonder if she was feeling the same way. I could feel I was hard.

A few blocks later she turned into an apartment complex. She parked in a covered spot but there was an uncovered spot next to her which I pulled into.

She smiled and waved for me to follow her. I followed up the sidewalk to a bottom unit, her butt cheeks still sticking out, giggling as she walked. I could hear one of her flip-flops squishing as she walked and that made me smile. She unlocked the door and walked in. I walked behind her and closed the door.

She stopped and turned around and came up to me close. We were about the same height. She got close, almost hugging. I felt her boobs against my chest. She got close to my ear, “You like my pee? You want more? You want my golden shower?” as she nibbled on my ear lobe.

“Yes, I want your golden nectar,” I said putting my hands on her exposed butt cheeks and pulling her closer until her crotch was pressing against mine. I hope she felt my hard cock through my pants.

She moved her head from my ear to my lips and kissed me. Her lips were soft and very wet. I really didn’t notice how big her lips were–nice, pouty, soft, and wet. The first kiss was a peck, followed by another but longer.

We were making out. I opened my mouth and she put her tongue in my mouth. It was nice and I reciprocated. Her tongue was fat and very spitty and slimy. I sucked on it, getting spitty myself.

We did this for thirty seconds or so and I pulled back and asked, “Where do you want to pee on me?”

She responded, “All over your chest.” She put her hands on my chest. Then she licked my face from my chin to my ear on the right side, then on the left leaving a trail of spit.

“All over your face,” she said.

Then she stuck her tongue out again and dragged it across my closed lips sideways. “And there too,” she giggled.

I squeezed her butt cheeks. “Great, let us go into the bathroom.”

I followed her down the hall into the bathroom. It was small, just a sink, toilet, and large bathtub.

She turned around, and I pulled the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head while she raised her arms. I smelled a little body odor but It didn’t even phase me. I unclasped her bra and let it fall. She had big plump boobs with dark areolas and very thick nipples that were sticking out farther than I thought.

She took my shirt off as she kicked off her flip-flops. She rubbed my hairy chest and spit on my nipple and sucked it back up. I never got hard nipples before.

I crouch down pulling her jeans down. She is wearing light blue cotton panties with a huge wet spot. I can smell her piss and it’s almost overwhelming.

I pulled her panties off staring at a very all-natural hairy pussy. I saw her plump pussy lips sticking out of the somewhat matted hair. I stood up.

She squatted and took off my shoes and socks, and pulled my pants and underwear off as I smashed her wet panties all over my face, smelling the stench of her piss and apparently a large dark skid mark.

I moved to the bathtub and lay down. She followed me straddling me with one foot on each side of me. She squatted down over my chest. I could smell the piss stench again as she leaned back exposing her fat pussy taksim escort lips surrounded by more hair. She took her fingers and spread her pussy lips to expose her pink insides.

The anticipation was killing me. Here I was with a girl I met ten minutes ago, naked in a tub ready for her to piss all over me–a golden shower dream come true.

A few drips came out and hit my chest, then a little more. Slowly a stream emerged and the warm wet piss ran down my chest splashing all over her legs and feet. Then it stopped. She repositioned herself closer to my face.

She let out a couple of squirts of piss on my face. I closed my eyes and felt the warm stream as it wiggled all over my face. Then it settled on my lips. I opened my mouth and was filled with her delicious pee. It overflowed out of my mouth and the peeing stopped. It was too much to swallow so I spit most of it out and swallowed some. I heard, “Ah, ah, ah, you need to drink it all.”

With my mouth open, she peed directly into it but stopped before it got full. I swallowed. Then it repeated a couple of times more. I was drinking all of it. There were a few more drips along with a glob of her cum, I’m assuming, and I swallowed it.

I pulled my pee-soaked face forward and without her even asking, I started licking her pussy clean. I stuck my tongue deep into her pink cave and licked up to her clit. My nose was deep in the forest of her hair, and I sucked her clit. She moaned. After a few minutes of me lapping her creamy pussy, she stood up.

Before she helped me up, she rubbed her foot on my hairy chest and gets it wetter with pee. Looking down smiling, I take her foot and lick across the bottom of her toes. I put her big toe in my mouth and sucked it. She was surprised by this but didn’t stop me. I sucked each of her toes and licked the bottom of her foot from heel to toe, sucking up all the pee.

She helped me up, so I didn’t slip on the pee in the tub, and she planted a big kiss on my lips. “Mmm, I do taste good,” she said. “Let’s go to the bedroom and you can have your way with me.”

We raced to the bedroom, and she flopped on the bed, turning around and propping herself up with pillows. Then she spread her legs. I took the hint and went down on her, smashing my face into her wetter-than-normal cunt, and licking up all her juices. Her hair still had the stench of pee.

I moved up to her lips and kissed her. She sucked the pee off my tongue, and we started spit-kissing, moving saliva back and forth.

Looking at her large breast and hard nipples, she let spit out her mouth rolling off her tongue in one long string, hitting right on her nipple. I went down and slurped it up and spit it back into her mouth, then French kissed her.

I went back down to her nipples and boobs and sucked on them, running my tongue up and down rolling over her nipple as I squeezed her other nipple.

It was a hot day and I noticed she didn’t have the air conditioner on and started to get body odor, and sweaty. I licked the bottom of her boob. It was salty and wet. I licked the side of her boob and raised her hand above her head.

I could smell her BO on her armpit. It was kind of moist. I started licking her armpit, from bottom to top, repeating. She must have really liked it, hearing her moans. I put her other arm above her head, stuck my tongue out, and ran it from the bottom of her boob, across her nipple, and up her armpit. Then I did it again. It was salty and I couldn’t stop. The more I licked the worst the BO got, but I still licked.

I asked if she liked it and she responded, “Yes, I love it, no one ever licked my sweaty armpits before.”

I asked if she wanted to be very dirty and naughty. She nodded yes. I told her I wanted to lick her butthole.

She turned over and brought her knees up and lowered her head down exposing her butthole. It was hairy, just like the beşiktaş escort hair around her pussy. I went up and smacked her ass with a yelp from her.

I knew what I was getting into and didn’t mind the smell at all. It sort of turned me on. I gave her a soft wet kiss right on her puckered hole.

I started licking from the bottom of her butt crack to the top, matting the hair down, licking up and down in long strokes. She was moaning louder than before, so I knew she liked it.

I proceeded to spread her butt cheeks with my hands and really expose her starfish. It was brown and inviting. I licked around it and on it, then started sucking on it. I thought I heard her say, “Do you like licking mommy’s asshole honey?” Really! Mommy! I thought to myself. I laughed inside but continued to lick with an, “Uh-huh.”

After a minute of licking, I could tell it was, uh, loosening up. I put the tip of my tongue on her hole and pushed it in. I pushed it as far as I could deep inside, and she responded with a loud, “Uhhh yes.”

My chin was between her hanging pussy lips. It was so wet. I fucked her asshole with my tongue moving my head back and forth while keeping my tongue stuck out. It made a squishing sound. She pushed back as I pushed forward into a nice rhythm.

My tongue was getting tired, so I stopped. She turned around and lay flat on the bed. I moved between her to kiss her. She loved it and started sucking on my tongue.

The way we were positioned my cock was right next to her pussy. I moved up while kissing her and my cock slid right into her wet slick pussy. I pushed it all the way in. I repositioned myself and did another long stroke. I heard “Oh baby, fuck me”.

I got on my knees and brought her legs up against my chest and pushed in again, deeper; then harder. Her feet were right next to my face.

I licked the soles of her feet. First one, then the other, from heel to toe all the while fucking her hard and fast. Her pussy felt so good, slick, wet, and tight. It made a slurping sound as I went in and out, banging her hard and watching her boobs bounce up and down with her loud moans.

She stopped moaning and stopped breathing for a few strokes. She tensed up and then gave a loud, “Uuhhhhhh” and her pussy squirted wet juice all over the place while I was still pounding her. Then a familiar feeling was upon me, and I yelled, “I’m going to cum.”

She said, “Cum in my mouth.” I pulled out and the first squirt of cum sprang forth hitting her stomach from the top of her hairy pussy to the bottom of her boobs. I tried to get to her mouth, but the second squirt ended up on her boobs and neck. The rest pumped out over her boobs before it ended.

She sighed saying, “It’s OK.” I felt bad I didn’t make it to her mouth. I leaned down to her belly and licked from her pussy to her boob, up my cum trail. I went back to her belly button and sucked in what was a small little cum pool. With the cum in my mouth, I went to her mouth and spit it in. She was like, “Mmmm,” sucking on my tongue.

I went down again to her boobs and licked and sucked as much as I could returning to her hungry waiting open mouth and spit it in. We cum-kissed for a little while swapping back and forth before she swallowed it. We were both a sweaty and stinky mess.

Now that my cock went soft, I had the urge to pee. I stood up on the bed with her feet between me and looked down at her. She looked up, completely satisfied.

Without warning, I started to pee on her in the bed. It took her by surprise. Starting from her stomach and moving up to her boobs. I aimed for one nipple then the other. Peeing back and forth.

I moved up to her face and sprayed her face, getting her hair also. She opened her mouth and I aimed for it. It filled up quickly and was running down her face. But guys can’t stop peeing as women can.

I said, “Ah, ah, ah, you need to drink it all” with a laugh.

My pee came to an end. I shook off the remaining. She was soaked with pee all over, the sheets were wet as well. All I could do was smile. She smiled back at me. I lay back down in the piss, cum, and sweaty mess and cuddled her.

The Pursuit of Pleasure Ch. 01

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Disclaimer: This is my first time posting a story to this site. I really looking for constructive criticism on this piece. Truth be told, I wrote this story on a dare from my friend. I was really proud of this that I a decided to post this. I don’t care what comments you have. Any comments helps me with the writing process. The reception of this piece may or may not decide if I’m going to post again or not. Anyway, here we go.

Every character introduced is a least 18 years old or above.

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You know life is funny sometimes. People have certain expectations for all different kinds of people. Especially if they see your body. People make different standards of what people should do with their lives based on what they look like. Everybody should know that they can carve their own destiny. This the story of Andre Jefferson, a 18 year old big guy with a lots fat and a lot of strength, and Annabelle Wright, a chubby girl with a beautiful English accent. They were two people that had so many hidden desires. This is a tale of two people achieving true hedonistic pleasure.

It was a cool September day in New Jersey. Teens were starting to getting back to school. Football season was starting at St. Vincent High School. The school was ready to do some great things this year for the seniors. The halls were full of laughter and cheerful energy. The nerds were talking about science club. The theater crew were talking about the upcoming talent show in December. The cool kids were talking about all the parties that are going to happen this semester. Last but not least, the football jocks walked through the halls of the school talking about going to state.

One of the jocks in particular was not as excited as the others. Andre Jefferson was one of the biggest and best linemen of the football team. He had warm almond skin and curly, brown afro. He should at 6’7” and weighed 371 pounds. When you first think about him you’d think he’d be incredible fat, but it was almost the opposite. His most redeeming quality was his body. He did have a huge belly and a flabby chest, but that came with powerful, toned legs and arms. He was quite literally the strongest man on the football team and in the entire school.

He was always big. His father was just as big when he was in the army. He was always told by his most of his family that he should play football. He always had a quiet personality when it come to telling people how he felt. Andre wasn’t as happy about doing something he was expected to do by other people.

As he walked with the jocks, he quietly breaks anyway from them and tries to get to class. Andre was a straight A student and was effortlessly smart when it came to almost every class and life. He walks into class and some of the football team fans shout out his name. He’s cheeks turn slightly red and he smirks a little. He sits into his desks in the back of the class and the bell rings through the school.

Andre was just looking out at the window when the teacher walked in. Andre ears weren’t quite hearing right because the usual voice he heard for his English was usually an old man. But when he turned to look he was stunned at what he saw. He saw a beautiful voluptuous blonde woman. She was a new teacher from the United Kingdom. She was majestic. Her lips were full and red like fresh cherries from an ice cream shop. She had eyes as blue as the ocean during a sunny day. Her skin was porcelain white, and had a great British accent. She introduced herself as Annabelle Wright.

Annabelle was the most beautiful woman Andre had ever seen. He estimated that she was at least 250 pounds at 5’8”. Andre’s pants all of a sudden got really tight around the crotch area. Everyone noticed that she was fairly young to be a teacher.

“Hey Ms. Wright, aren’t you about a little young to be a teacher.” said a random boy in the classroom.

Ms. Wright responded,”Yes, I know. I’m 20 actually. I graduated from college early in London because of my intellect and academic achievements. I’m on a work trial period where they want to test my skills as an instructor. It only for 3 months until they make a decision whether they hire me or not. I will be paid for my time though. But my only goal is to do the best I can to help some of you seniors get your grades up so you all can participate in the activities you all want to do .”

“So does this mean homework on the first day?” said Patrick Reeves, one of the football jocks.

Ms. Wright laughed to herself. She had such a beautiful smile. She said to Patrick, ” No, sir. But we will be taking some notes.”

The whole class sighed as Annabelle started the lesson for today. This went on about 3 weeks. After all that time, they had a exam about Romeo and Juliet. As the quiz went on, Annabelle noticed that Andre wasn’t writing anything on his paper. Instead, he had a smile on his face as he looked Manavgat escort out the window. But instead of looking at the sky he looked at Annabelle’s reflection in the mirror.

Andre was admiring Annabelle’s body. Her breast were a about the size of oversized water balloons in the summer. They were a great size. Her legs were plump and looked as soft as marshmallows. They looked delicious. Andre thought the highlight of her body was her huge ass. He estimated that it was a least 65 inches of pure meat. Andre felt a twitch in his crotch because his dirty thoughts. He was too happy to care. Annabelle ended the test and then the bell had rung about 5 minutes after then. As everyone walked out, Annabelle called out Andre to ask if he could come to her class after school. He agreed very easily and eagerly. The rest of the school day was just making him more eager to see Annabelle after each passing moment.

At lunchtime, Andre went to the library to talk his childhood friend, Mateo. Mateo was a Hispanic guy that was pretty short compared to Andre. That didn’t stop the two from becoming friends. Mateo was 5’3”, about 130 pounds, and had really skinny frame on him. Andre and Mateo grew up together liking almost everything each other liked. They meet at summer camp when they were about 9 years old. They shared the same taste in food, music, hobbies, and especially women.

Mateo may be short be he loved to a woman bigger than him please a shorter guy. Mateo said he has a bit of an Oedipus complex. He liked women that were like his mother. She was happy being fat no matter what anyone said. That is probably why him and Andre got along so great. He knew how Andre felt. Mateo’s mother made Annabelle look like an anorexic supermodel. Mateo said she hit 700 pounds last year.

“Hey, Andre. How was your first class?” Mateo asked.

Andre stumbled a bit. He was a little embarrassed that he liked Annabelle.

“Uhh….. My new teacher is…. the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” responded Andre.

“Which teacher we talking about?”

“Ms. Wright.”

“Ohh yeah. I saw her in the hallway. She had great tits and an ass to match.”

“Yeah, dude …. She’s the first woman my eyes ever really jumped out at.”

That statement had so much truth to it. All the girls at school were too skinny for Andre. Except for maybe a few really big girls that were mainly some the outcasts in the school.

“And she asked me to come after school” Andre added.

“Holy shit! Why?” Mateo asked.

“I don’t know maybe she wants to talk about me not paying attention in class. The only person I can focus on clearly is Ms. Wright. With her…. Everything is just so perfect. “

“Damn, you going to ask her to marry you? Mateo joked.

“Mateo, I’ve never felt this way about any other girl in my life. I would drink my own piss if I could even get a date with her.” Andre said.

“Dude, you have it bad.”

“I got a hard on when I first say her and every time I’m in that classroom. I’m glad I’m not wearing sweatpants today.”

“What if she weighed more than what she is now? Say about 200 more… What would you do?”

“I’d probably masturbate at least four times a day if I even think her even gaining 50 pounds.”

“Andre, I get it. You have any idea how long I been wanting a woman that looks like my mom? I want to love someone like my dad loves my mom. Look, we graduate high school in May then after that you have a huge chance.” said Mateo.

“Mateo, I don’t know if I can wait that long. I still can’t stop thinking about her.”

“You got this, man. I know school can’t possibly last that long.”

Mateo ended up reassuring Andre for the rest of the day but when he meet up with Annabelle after school something happened that he didn’t expect.

“Andre, I noticed that your weren’t paying attention during class for the first few weeks.” said Annabelle

“Uh..sorry. My mind was a wandering all over place lately. I meant no disrespect,” said Andre.

Annabelle smirked and said,” Andre, you’re fine. It just you have a big smile on your face when you daydreamed. I only wanted to ask what you were thinking about that made you happy.”

Andre stumbled, “Umm… Actually… I was thinking—–“

So many dirty thoughts ran though Andre’s mind and he did something he didn’t think he would’ve done. Annabelle moved closer to Andre. Then he kissed her. Annabelle was incredible shocked, but she didn’t try and fight it. She even used her tongue. She tasted liked honey and apples. It felt like an eternity of pleasure for the both of them. Andre almost instinctively felt up her ass and her belly. He felt her nipples on his soft yet firm chest. The way Andre’s belly felt on her belly had them both happy to be with each other. They were both incredibly aroused. Annabelle’s pussy was too wet for words and she felt Andre’s dick on her thigh.

She was happy to feel Andre’s strong veiny arms. The pulsating from Andre’s dick felt unbelievable to Annabelle. The kissed last a good 5 minutes until they realized what they were doing. Manavgat escort bayan If the kiss lasted any longer, Annabelle’s pussy would’ve have become a juicy waterfall by 6 minutes.

Andre realized what he did. Annabelle was as red as cherry. Andre was only scared and afraid. Truth be told, that was Andre’s first real kiss. Annabelle was surprised how well he did. Andre walked out of the room and hurried to football practice. Annabelle tried to stop him, but she was too late. Andre went through football practice angry and a little sad.

When he got home, he masturbated furiously to the image of Annabelle. His dick was red and purple from how pent up he was. He needed some serious relief. He couldn’t help it. It was his first kiss. Not many woman like a heavy set man like Andre. That the reason why he doesn’t date at all. He was only mad because he felt that any chance of a some type of relationship with Annabelle would be impossible because of what he did. He had to get her old of her head. He went online look up something he could jerk off to. He tried some real heavyweight women websites that he often visited but it didn’t work as well. Andre finally faced the fact that he was in a slump.

Two months passed after the incident in after school. Annabelle treated Andre as if nothing happened after the first day. Andre was really depressed. His usefulness on the football field did improve though. Mateo even failed at cheering him up. Every night he went straight to bed after practice. He really didn’t feel like doing anything. He even gained about 10 pounds because of his depression. He ate just about anything and everything from celery to deep fried jumbo shrimp dipped in butter.

The big homecoming game was coming up real soon and he really didn’t feel like coming. The team needed him to win. He gives foundation to the linemen. Just when he was about to give up. His grandmother decided to talk to him. Andre’s grandmother was a big Jamaican woman with a huge body. She was Andre’s caretaker after his mother died of cancer and his father died in the army.

“Andre, is everything alright?” said his grandma.

Andre finally confided in someone in an anonymous way.

“Grandma,….. what if you saw someone you loved and you knew you couldn’t be together.” said Andre soft spokenly.

“Baby boy, no one ain’t good enough for you. Sometimes, I think you’re too good for other people. All that matters is that you’re both happy and love each other.”

“Grandma, how do you know that?”

“Because your mother and father loved each to the point of death. And so did me and your grandfather. I know he loved the way I looked, and the way he treated each other was so magical.”

That really resonated with Andre. He missed his mother and father so much. That statement alone cheered him up a lot. He decided to go to the game after all.

“Thanks, grandma.” smirked Andre.

He kissed his grandma and then went to bed. He still thought about Annabelle that night but it wasn’t that bad anymore.

The next 2 weeks went by and the homecoming game was starting in 6 hours. One of the outcast girls that Andre didn’t really talk to walked up to him and tried to ask him something. The girl tapped him on the shoulder and asked him something during lunch in the library. Andre turned around and saw a beautiful girl.

She looked as if she was an Asian. Her skin was a pale brown. She had a great smile and her hair was brown. Her breasts were the size of soccer balls. They looked they haven’t been touched by anyone in her life. Her belly was colossal. It hung from her abdomen to her mid thighs and it looked so soft. It had two huge rolls. Her ass was wider than most of the chairs in the library. Andre knew for a fact it was bigger than his and Annabelle’s. Her ass was almost a shelf. It had some definition to it. She was 457 pounds at 5’5”.

“Um..Hi, Andre. My name is Olivia,” said shyly Olivia

“Hey,…. whatcha need?” responded Andre.

“I know you don’t know me that well. But I’m in your health class. …. Um.. well.. I was interested in you and I wanted to know if you wanted to get to know me better.”

Andre was dumbfounded. He didn’t a beautiful like her to ask him out and he had gain few more pounds these past two months. She was blushing red at what she said.

“Yeah… Yeah… sure.” Andre said very willingly.

“Great, here’s my number. Call me when you wanna talk or hang out.”

“Yeah, that’s great.”

“Awesome!” she shouted.

Everyone in the library looked around to where the noise came from and she was a “cherry” by that point in the conversation. Andre only could smile at her. She was as jolly as Mrs. Claus after eating fresh cookies and milk. Andre was a happy to have finally moved on from Annabelle. School ended early for the homecoming game. Andre was at his locker and then he ran into the bathroom really quick to pee. It was empty. He went into a stall so he wouldn’t be recognize in case someone came in.

As he urinated, he heard the door open. He was finished peeing by that Escort manavgat time. When he came out, he look up and it was Annabelle. Only thing was she gained some weight on her. Andre hadn’t been paying attention to her in class so he never really noticed her figure. It was almost impossible how much weight she had now. She was 352 pounds.

She walked up to Andre, who was as blushing hard right now, and she kissed Andre. She started to use her tongue. She was wild and she wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Andre didn’t even try and stop her. He loved every second of it. Before that, she locked the door so no one would come in. Then, she unzipped his pants while they were they both were still kissing. She stopped the kiss and drop his pants and underwear all the way done to his ankles and she pulled out Andre’s dick. It was red with pumped up blood and purple with so many veins ready to go. She was even shocked at how big Andre was. It was a whopping fifteen inches long and had the girth of a water bottle.

She licked her sweet lips and gave it a small lick at the dick’s head. Andre squealed like a pig. She could tell he was close already at this moment. All she could do was look at Andre face and told him,”Call me Annabelle from now on,” with a huge grin and tears down her face. She tooked his dick in her mouth. Andre cummed so hard he fell back into the wall. Annabelle was so shock that his orgasm was so powerful.

His cum was so thick and it shot into her mouth very quickly. It was so quick that cum came out of her nose. She was embarrassed, but Andre laughed at little at her. Annabelle was so red with embarrassment and a little anger that she teased him. She put her lips on Andre mouth and gave him his first blowjob. She put herself in a 69 position with Andre and after 3 minutes was already hard again and ready to cum. However, he wasn’t the only one.

Andre had licked Annabelle’s crotch even when she had her white lace panties. She came at least twice just from a sniff and a lick from Andre. He was at his breaking point and she already keep licking him. When she felt such strong pulsations from his dick. She all of a sudden stopped. Andre made a face as if he ate the sourest of the lemon in the world. She let go of his dick and turned to him. She lied next to him . He was still ready to blow with the most simple of touches.

“Did you enjoy that? I know I did.” Annabelle whispered.

Andre nodded.

“Here’s my address and number. Come to my house after your game or before. Text me to tell me you’re coming, ok? I have something to show you and give you.”

Andre nodded with a clueless look on his face. Annabelle went to hug him.

“I just wanted to give a little good luck for your game. I want you to use your pented up energy and anticipation for tonight to win. Oh and by the way, I love the extra weight on you.”

She flashed him her breasts before she left. Her areolas look beautiful. Andre was trying so hard to make sense of what happened. Just when he moved on, he caught up with Annabelle again. He left the bathroom and ran into Patrick in the hall.

“Hey, Andre. Where were you, man? Our game meeting is about to start soon.” said Patrick.

“Um, just took a huge dump in the bathroom.” Andre lied to him.

“Damn. That must have been one huge dump. Anyway, let’s get to the meeting. I don’t want you get yelled. You’re actually one of the fews guys on the football team that are actually nice.”

“Thanks, man….. If I being perfectly honest with you, this might be my last game for high school.”

“Really, why?”

“Football just isn’t that interesting at all to me. I just did this ’cause I was pressured. Plus, things have been starting to get stirred up in my life.”

“I get you, man. And most of the people on the football teams are pretty much assholes. I just might quick, too.”

“Thanks for understanding. You’re a good friend, Patrick.”

“So are you, man.”

Patrick was a stout man just like Andre. He was 6’1” at 257 pounds. He had lots of muscles on him, too. The only difference between and Andre is that he was Caucasian with pale skin and he had a bread. They hurried to the meeting and not soon after the game had started.

Andre had so much excess energy on him from his encounter with Annabelle. He was so excited for tonight. The whole team played hard and they ended up winning. Andre notified the coach about leaving the team. Patrick joined him and they left together. The coach was a little bitter when they both left. The whole team tried to protest this. They both were the foundation of the team’s defense. Although, Andre and Patrick ended up laughing as they left.

Patrick asked if he wanted to hang out tonight. Andre had to turn it down. He said he had “something” to do tonight. Patrick said anytime he wanted to hang out he’d be there for him.

It was 12am in the morning. Andre drove to the address Annabelle gave him. He was so nervous. He was starting to shake in anticipation. His cock was throbbing and he sweating pretty hard. He got out of the car and walked to the door. He rang on the doorbell. It was a few minutes before Annabelle answered. She wearing a very tight white dress and red lipstick. She waddled to Andre and kissed him. His cock was sticking out of his sweatpants. She was tongue wrestling with Andre for 5 minutes until she said “come in.”

The Sleepover

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To celebrate my 18th birthday, my best friend Lily invited me to stay at her house while her parents were gone for the weekend. She promised that it would be a weekend filled with lots of girl-time — pedicures, face masks, cookie dough, and lots of time to talk about boys. I knew that it was also because she hated being in her house alone.

After my grandparents left on my actual birthday on Wednesday, I called Lily to find out what I needed to bring.

“Nothing!” She assured me. “This weekend is my gift to you, and you don’t need to bring anything at all.”

“Ok. Let me know at school tomorrow if you can think of anything. I’ll bring it with me on Friday so we can go right to your house after school.”

“Now that I think of it, could you bring your turquoise nail polish? Oh, and maybe your fake eyelashes. And what about-” Lily started reeling off a list of the things that she wanted.

“Hang on,” I laughed. “I need to write this down.”

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“Lily!” I called as I opened the front door. “Sorry I’m late. We had a last-minute practice after school.”

Lily met me at the door with fire in her eyes. “Hrumph!” She snorted.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized again. “But at least I won’t have practice tomorrow morning. I’m ready to stay until Monday morning!”

“It’s not that.” She huffed again and rolled her eyes. “Guess who decided to come home for the weekend?” She gestured to the kitchen. I felt a fluttering in my stomach as I saw her brother, Grant, making himself a sandwich at the kitchen counter.

“G-Grant’s here?” I sputtered.

“I’m just as mad as you! He said that he wanted to come home and do laundry, but I know that Mom and Dad sent him so we wouldn’t have a party.” She folded her arms and huffed yet again.

“Party?” I laughed. “Lily, we’ve never partied a day in our lives. It’s ok, I like Grant just fine.” The truth was, I had a crush on Grant ever since I was a little girl, and he pushed Billy Connors into the pool. Billy said that my bathing suit gave me a fat bum. Grant overheard him, and pushed him into the pool.

“Whatever. Let’s go have some supper.” Lily turned and I followed her into the kitchen. “Grant, can you get out of here? We’re going to order some pizza.”

“Mm, order me some too, please. I like pepperoni.” He handed Lily the handset to the phone as he shoved the sandwich into his mouth.

“Aren’t you eating supper right now?” Lily scowled as she dialed the number.

“Naw, just warming up.” He winked at me, and I nearly fainted then and there. “So, what’s new with you, Sue? How’s 18 treating you?”

“Oh, you know.” I said, averting his gaze. I began to trace the marbling pattern on the counter with my finger so I didn’t have to look up into his green eyes.

“Susie! Tell me that you remembered to bring your bathing suit!” Lily exclaimed as she put the phone back onto the charger.

“Um, yeah.” I hesitated. I brought my string bikini that I always wear when hanging out at Lily’s, but not when I know that other people are watching me.

“Let’s go hop in the hot tub while we’re waiting. The guy on the phone said that it would be 40 minutes. They’re a little backlogged tonight.” Lily ran up to her room to get changed.

“Mind if I hop in, too?” Grant asked, smiling at me again.

“Sure,” I managed to look him in the eye this time and smile back.

“Ew, no.” Lily called out from halfway up the stairs.

“Sorry, birthday girl overrules.” Grant was already in his trunks. As he headed out to the backyard into the hot tub, he pulled his shirt over his head, and I got a brief glace at his abs and the line of hair that ran down to his trunks before he turned and walked out the door.

“SUSIE!” Lily called from her room. “Hurry up and change!”

*

I threw my t-shirt back on over top of my bathing suit, and went out to the backyard to get in the hot tub with Lily and Grant.

“What do you have that on for? You look ridiculous. Take off that shirt and get your butt in here.” Lily started grabbing at the hem of my shirt to encourage me to take it off. I felt my cheeks redden as I lifted it over my head and I quickly immersed myself into the hot tub, hoping to lessen the time that my flesh was exposed to the air.

My embarrassment subsided quickly as I laughed at the stories that Grant shared from university. After about half an hour, Lily jumped out of the hot tub to go wait for the pizza delivery. Grant reached over the side of the tub and pulled a vodka cooler out of the cooler that was set up beside the hot tub.

“I wanted to apologize in case I killed any hopes that the two of you had for having a raging party for your birthday.” He said as he handed me the cooler. He grabbed himself a beer.

“We had no plans for that. We were going to give ourselves pedicures and watch sappy movies all Manavgat escort weekend.” I laughed. “Thank you. My first drink as a legal adult.” I tapped the neck of my bottle gently against his.

“Cheers to the provinces with lower drinking ages.” He smiled as he took the first drink of his beer. “I know Lily doesn’t drink, so I don’t want you to feel obligated to drink that.”

“No, I like this flavour. I may have stolen one or two from my mother’s cooler last summer.” I smiled as I took the first drink. I don’t drink often, so I could feel the alcohol immediately begin to spread its warmth through me. When Grant handed me the drink, he moved over so he was sitting next to me. He hadn’t moved back yet, and I was enjoying having him sit next to me. I finished my drink just as he was finishing his. He took the bottle from me and placed the two of them on the ledge beside him.

“I like your bathing suit. The colour really suits you.” His finger reached up and traced the string where it reached up around my neck. I could feel my face starting to redden again. “I was wondering-” he was suddenly interrupted by Lily yelling for us to come and get some pizza.

*

That evening the feasting began. Popcorn, licorice, chocolate bars, and any other junk food we could find was carted into the den so we could start our movie marathon. Lily claimed the leather recliner that her father normally laid in. I planned on lying on the couch. As Lily was queuing up what we would watch on Netflix, Grant come into the room.

“I love this one!” He said as he sat down on the couch.

As we watched the movie, I was very aware that he was sitting on the other side of the popcorn bowl. I honestly paid more attention to him than to the movie. I had already seen it, so I didn’t care. I tried timing when I’d reach for the popcorn so our hands could briefly touch.

About 30 minutes into the movie, I could hear snoring coming from the recliner. Lily had the foot of the recliner up, the back pressed down, and was snoring like her father did on Sunday afternoons.

“Wow, the genetics are strong in that one.” Grant laughed. I picked up a pillow to throw at her, but Grant took it from my hand. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather that she slept. It’s a little quieter without her constant commentary.” He also moved the popcorn bowl off the couch so there was nothing between us. I tried to recall what I had read in a magazine that I had read in the doctor’s office about the subtle signs we send to let others know that we like them.

But all of that didn’t matter. My train of thought was broken when I felt Grant poke my knee. “Are those hot dogs on your pyjama pants?”

“Ha, yes they are.” I laughed. Grant didn’t move his hand. He kept it on my knee and moved in so he was leaning toward me. I leaned a little toward him, and soon my head was resting on his shoulder. We stayed that way for about ten minutes before I excused myself to get a drink of water.

As I was standing at the counter filling my glass at the sink, I felt Grant come behind me and put his hands on my waist. I turned to face him. He pulled me in close to him and his lips met mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as my mouth opened against his. Both of our pyjama pants were made of thin fabric, and I could feel his cock start to rise against me.

“Mm,” he moaned. “I’ve wanted to do this forever. I can’t believe that we waited this long.”

“Yeah,” I smiled back at him. “This is pretty nice.”

“Feel like another dip in the hot tub?” He grinned at me. This time I didn’t hesitate to get back into my bikini.

We had changed into our bathing suits and were into the hot tub in record time. We started off sitting beside each other and kissing, but soon I found myself straddling his legs and facing him. It felt so nice to have his hands all over my bare back. I could feel his hard cock through his swim trunks, and I started slowly rubbing myself against it. Grant responded to what I was doing and started gently thrusting in time with me.

“Do you mind if I untie this?” He asked, his fingers holding the end of the strings of the top as he kissed my neck.

“Please do.” I felt the tie at the top of my neck let go, and suddenly I was bare chested against Grant’s bare chest.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He breathed as his thumbs grazed my nipples. They immediately became erect at his touch. Every part of my body was begging for more. He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples more intently as he began kissing me again. I started rubbing my lower half into his so I could feel the shaft of his cock rubbing against my clit. I moaned as he lifted one of my breasts to his mouth and flicked my nipple rapidly with his tongue.

“That’s amazing.” I moaned as he brought me close to climax. I wrapped my arms around his neck again and brought him in close to me and kissed him again.

“I hate to break this up, but I need to get up early to meet some friends for a run. I’m not going Manavgat escort bayan to leave you hanging, though.” He whispered in my ear as his hand reach down in between my legs. I gasped as he moved the fabric to one side.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, leaning back so he could look into my eyes.

“No, I’ll explode if you stop. Please keep going.” I moved my hand so it was on top of his, encouraging him to continue.

He kissed my neck as he began by rubbing my clit. I moved my pelvis against his hand. He kept his thumb on my clit as he slid a finger inside of me.

“You’re so nice and tight.” He whispered as he kissed his way across my collarbone. I stiffened a bit at those words. He noticed and stopped. “Is everything ok?”

“Um, I’m a virgin. I’m not going to be as experienced as you’d like.” He smiled at that.

“Sue, I think you’re wonderful. As long as you want me to continue, I’ll continue. If you want me to stop, I’ll stop. It’s ok. Do you want me to go on?” He rested his forehead against mine. I placed my hand over top of the one that was inside of my bikini bottoms.

“Please make me cum.” He resumed rubbing my clit. He slid a second finger inside of me and gradually increased the pace. The fleshy part of his hand rubbed my clit in long strokes as his fingers slid up inside of me. I could feel myself getting close. “Grant, I’m close, I’m going to cum.” I moaned. His other hand reached up to rub a nipple with his thumb while he licked the other nipple. The combination of the licking and the rubbing caused me to spasm in ecstasy. My orgasm hit me hard, and I could feel myself tighten around his fingers. Whenever he tried to pull them out, I spasmed again, pulling him in tighter.

“Mind if I get these back?” He smiled and kissed me. The kiss seemed to relax me enough to allow him to move his hand. He got out of the hot tub and handed me a towel. “We should probably head in before Lily wakes up and tries to find out where you are.”

I dried myself off with a towel and quietly followed Grant back into the house. It took us ten minutes to move across the kitchen because we kept stopping to kiss each other.

“Ok, I really need to turn in now. I should have been in bed an hour ago.” Grant said at the bottom of the stairs.

“Will you be around the rest of the day tomorrow?” I asked him.

“Nothing will keep me away.” He smiled. “Good night.” He leaned in for a final kiss, and then quietly hopped up the stairs. I retrieved my pyjamas from the downstairs bathroom and changed into them. I found Lily still snoring in the same position on the recliner. I turned off the TV, and snuggled under an afghan that was on the couch.

I had a tough time falling asleep, because every time I closed my eyes, I could feel Grant’s lips on mine, or his hands moving all over my body. I must have finally fallen asleep, because while the early morning light was streaming into the den, I felt Grant lean in for a kiss.

“Good morning.” I smiled.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. I just wanted to see you this morning before I left. I’ll see you in a few hours.” He kissed me again, and then left for his run. I fell asleep listening to Lily snore once more.

*

Lily woke me up a few hours later when she finally stumbled off the recliner. She mumbled something about breakfast, so I followed her to the kitchen. Once she had some food in her stomach and caffeine in her system, she became more coherent and was ready to talk again.

“Sorry about Grant barging in on our movie night last night.” She said as she sipped her coffee. Just the mention of his name gave me the flutters in my stomach again.

“No, it’s ok. I told you yesterday that I don’t mind Grant.” I absent mindedly stirred the cereal around in my bowl. I couldn’t tell if it was nerves or excitement, but it was keeping me from having much of an appetite.

“So, what do you want to do today?” She asked me. I shrugged.

“I don’t know. Just hang around here maybe?” I suggested. “We could do pedicures and make brownies.” At that moment, I heard the front door open and close. I felt myself smiling as Grant came into the kitchen. His skin had the sheen of someone who spent a few hours doing intense physical activity. He grabbed an apple from the counter and sat down beside me at the table.

“Grant, you stink. Go take a shower.” Lily complained as she cleaned her breakfast dishes from the table before heading upstairs.

“Care to join me?” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. I wasn’t sure if the night before had been a dream, but at that moment I was sure. I didn’t think that he stunk at all. I just wanted to lick every salty inch of him.

“Can we?” I turned around to see if Lily was anywhere close by. I faintly heard the water start to run in the shower upstairs.

“She’s gone to shower. We’ve got a half hour, easy.” He took me by the hand and led me to the guest bathroom that had a second door that led outside to Escort manavgat the pool and hot tub area. We were kissing before he even shut and locked the door behind us.

I lifted his shirt over his head and ran my fingernails up his back as I kissed his neck. In what seemed like an instant, the rest of our clothes were off, and we were under the warm water of the shower. I squirted some body wash in my hands and rubbed them together to create a lather. I rubbed his shoulders and his neck, massaging the muscles as I did so. I continued to soap up the top half of his body before getting distracted at the lower half.

“Everything ok?” He asked as I paused.

“Yeah, this is just the first time that I’ve ever been naked with a guy before.” I told him as I rested my hands on his hips.

“What do you think?” He smiled at me.

“I like it.” I smiled back. “The most I’ve ever done is kiss someone before, so this is all very new to me.”

“Well, in that case, I have something else to show you.” He gently pushed me back so I was seated on the ledge. Their grandparents often visit, and this shower was made so it was near impossible to fall. It also had a seat so you could sit to shower. Or…

Grant began by kissing me on the lips, and then his lips gradually moved down. They first kissed along my jawline, then near my pulse point, then along my collar bone. All the while he hands explored my back, my sides, and my hips.

“If you want me to stop, just say so.” He whispered in my ear.

“No, don’t stop.” I moaned. He used one hand to encourage my legs to spread. They didn’t need much encouragement. He began by gently rubbing on my clit. He then got on his knees in front of me, and kissed the inner part of my thighs as he stuck a finger inside of my pussy. I leaned back and moaned.

Just when I thought that I couldn’t feel any better, he began flicking my clit with his tongue as he inserted another finger inside of me. My hands reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him into me.

Grant moaned as he inserted another finger into me, and took more of me into his mouth. I felt my orgasm start to build when Grant hummed a little, and the vibration took me over the edge. I felt myself rock and my legs wrapped around him.

I started to lean back against the wall, but Grant pulled me in close to him. He kissed his way back up my body in reverse to what he had done going down.

“How was that?” He whispered in my ear.

“Fucking fantastic.” I purred contentedly. I reached down to reciprocate, but Grant intertwined his fingers in mine.

“As much as I’d love for you to do that, Lily’s going to be out of the shower soon.” He kissed me on the mouth and pulled me up to standing.

“But what aboutyou?” I asked him. He shrugged.

“I’ll survive. Besides, this is your first time experiencing this, and it’s your birthday. You deserve to be spoiled. I can take care of myself if I need to. It’s not your problem.” He pulled me in close to him again. A slight change in the water pressure signalled to us that the shower upstairs had been turned off.

“I’m going to go hop in the pool to cool off. Maybe we’ll get a chance to be together this afternoon.” Grant backed away from me.

“I don’t know, Lily has lots of plans for us. Baking, makeovers — the usual.” I didn’t want to let him go.

“We can hope that she falls asleep early again tonight.” He winked at me.

“I could slip some Gravol into her ice cream tonight.” I smiled at him.

“I love the way you think.” He laughed, and then leaned in for another kiss before leaving to go out to the pool. The bathroom doubled as the laundry room, and his trunks from last night were hanging up. He quickly slipped them on before heading out the back door.

All the while I washed my hair and soaped up I imagined that it was his hands completing the job.

*

“I’m so glad that you got this UV light for Christmas. I hate waiting for my nails to dry.” Lily was trying to decide what colour to paint her toenail while I was setting the colour on mine.

“I know. You say that every time we do our nails.” I laughed.

“What do you want to do next?” She asked me.

“We could make sundaes with the brownies that we made and watch some trashy reality TV.” I suggested.

“Sold. Would you put the stuff out on the counter while I finish up here?” I headed out to the kitchen to search for the sundae sauces. I found a tub of whipping cream in the fridge and decided to whip up some fresh whipped cream. I couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the electric beaters, so I jumped when someone touched me.

“Sorry,” said Grant, putting his arm around my waist and standing beside me. “I thought you heard me say your name.”

“Want a taste?” I asked, putting a dollop on my finger. He brought it to his mouth and licked it. Some remained on his top lip. “I think you missed some.” I leaned in to lick it off his lip.

“Mm, I’d much rather take you and that bowl to bed than waste it on a sundae.” I heard Lily packing up the items in the room next door.

“Make yourself useful and cut some brownies.” I nodded toward the pan.

The three of us made sundaes and then carried them and some drinks into the den with the TV.

The New Student

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March Break was over and Robert couldn’t believe how quickly it had passed. With it came the odd new students to the high school and what a joy that was for him. New teens that would be alienated by everyone else until September. Two classes were done by that morning and he already bumped into seven new faces. The eighth would be the one that would make him enjoy this time. Right after lunch, Robert went to his next class, Geography, one of the few subjects he actually liked. In fact, he took his grade 11 credit last semester and was taking the grade 12 course now. He was one of three grade 11 students in that class. As he approached the door, he bumped into another person…books and binders fell everywhere.

“Goddamit! Watch where you’re walking!” the voice shouted.

Robert bent down to pick up his stuff and bumped the person’s head. “Oh fuck, that hurt! I can do this.” He look over and saw that he was talking to yet another new face, but he didn’t feel any agony. Was that in fact butterflies in his stomach? The auburn haired young lady took her books and was helped up by Robert.

“I guess you ain’t so bad, kid.”

Kid. Robert got that a lot in this class, even though he had just turned 18 the rest of these students were a year or two older. As he took his seat, the teacher introduced the new student as Rebecca and she was assigned a seat next to Robert. They smiled and the teacher had Robert help the new student for the week. At first, he wasn’t happy, but as they began to talk that one day, things seemed to have fit in place. By the end of the class, she had actually admitted to herself that this somewhat younger boy was not the idiot buffoon that bumped her earlier. All that week, they grew closer and formed a friendship.

Becky and Rob were indeed close and when the last dance of the year came alone, she asked him to be her date. The dance was a good two weeks away and Rob didn’t know what to do, since he could not dance. He accepted of course, but in the course of that week, he told her that he felt uneasy about going to a dance and embarrassing her. Luckily, she did not mind not dancing and even insisted on possibly getting together before hand to get to know Manavgat escort each other outside the school walls. Both were shy to say it, but Rob finally asked Becky on a date. So by the time the dance was just days away, Becky and Rob had 5 dates and were starting to have stronger feelings for one another. It all came to them on the date before the dance. Rob took her to a hockey game to watch the local team and they sat arm in arm, her head on his shoulder. When he dropped her off at home, a spark ignited as they had they first kiss, which lasted a good couple of minutes.

All that next day, both could not hold in their excitement. Rob dressed comfortablely, but was still formal. When he arrived to pick up Becky, she had on a blue dress that just covered her knees and had spaghetti shoulder straps. Rob was immediately stunned by this sight and could not imagine that this was the same young woman he was with these past two weeks. At the dance, as they planned, they were spending their time with friends. Amazingly, not many couples were dance…just enjoying themselves with people they knew. It was a Friday and they had most of the night to enjoy themselves.

At near 10 o’clock, Becky asked Rob if they could leave for the night and just drive around a bit before going back home. The parking lot of the school was dark, due to the trees, and they both found that the perfect time to express themselves. On the passenger side, Rob had unlocked the door and then brought Becky into his arms and held her dearly, kissing her with a passion they have not shared before. Becky opened her mouth willingly and accepted his exploring tongue, while her arms were on his shoulders. She could feel that this was turning him on as she felt his cock pushing against her tummy. She broke off the kiss…”Let’s go.”

Rob drove just outside the city and Becky waited for the most opportune time to finally do something. She let the strap of her dress fall off her left shoulder and move the dress down a bit, but only enough to expose her cream coloured breast. She even pulled her dress up over her knees, near to the edge of the car seat…Rob was having problems driving and slowed down. Becky them Manavgat escort bayan got close to him and began to kiss his neck, followed by letting her tongue tease his ear lobe. Rob couldn’t help himself and took a handful of her breast, cupping it softly, making Becky moan with delight. Her hands went down to his pants and fondled the ever growing bulge. She unzipped his pants and pulled out what was a very hard cock. She stroked it as Rob was able to release a boob from her dress, teasing her nipple into hardness. Licking her lips, she bent down and engulfed his manhood in her mouth, sucking and licking him. Rob needed both hands to control the car and knew exactly where to go. Becky only wanted to give him a blow job to remember as she felt his hips move slightly and his breathing was quicker.

Rob was able to get to a park just outside the city in one piece. After turning the car off, Becky quickened her pace, trying to draw up his cum. It wasn’t long before she was awarded with steam after stream of his hot sperm…she pulled off just in time as he shot it over her cheeks and neck. When he calmed down, she could see in his eyes that he wanted to do the same to her. She leaned back against the passenger door, put one leg on the dash and the other over his seat and lifted her dress up for him. Rob rubbed her mound through her panties, noticing how wet she was getting. He pulled her panties off and bent down between her legs, kissing her pussy lips so lovingly. Becky pushed her hips up to his mouth as his kisses became light touches of his tongue, which then began to penetrate her wetness. He seductively licked her slit, tasting more and more of her until he centred himself at her love button, teasing it out from it’s hood so that he could lick it as well. It wasn’t long before Becky could feel a sensation of tense pleasure…especially when Rob began to use his finger to push inside her pussy and suck on her erect clit. Holding his head, she began to moan louder and louder as an orgasm overtook her body, which shook violently with his working mouth.

Becky couldn’t wait any longer and she could see that Rob was also wanting more. He helped her out of the car and Escort manavgat they walked to an area away from the access road view, behind some trees. In a heated kiss, the couple layed down on the grass and stayed in one another’s arms. Becky could feel Rob’s hard cock pushing against her pussy lips and stopped him. Looking into his eyes, she confessed to never going all the way. Rob, feeling guilty, also admitted to being a virgin, which suddenly made them both feel more comfortable. It was the thought of knowing that they would be each other’s first and that they could not compare to another. Rob grasped his hard cock in his hand and began to search for her sweet entrance. Becky, to help, pulled open her pussy lips and felt the head of his manhood rubbing all over inside until it finally found the love canal. She shuttered as his hardness passed through her, then suddenly popped her cherry. It hurt at first and Rob noticed the painful face she made, but Becky looked into his eyes and kissed him with such passion that she used her hards to push him in more. The pain remained, but it was one that caused pleasure to her.

As they made love more and more, Becky realized why her friends liked it so much. The on-going feeling of Rob’s engorged dick passing in and out of her was so erotic that she was cumming on nearly every stoke. Every so often, he would suck on her left nipple, making her push her breast into his mouth more. As the lovers fucked longer, their passion showed. Rob was tensing up, groaning in her ear as he held her ass to help drive himself more inside her. Becky was pushing her hips up to his, moaning and screaming out as she grew closer and closer to her release.

After nearly a half hour of continuous fucking, Rob’s cock swelled inside Becky’s pussy then he began to cum deep inside her. The feeling of him filling her triggered her orgasm as well, which overwhelmed her…her body shaking and arching up to keep him inside her. Down at their junction, the combined juices slowly leaked out. Expending all their lust and passion, they remained in each other’s embrace until they decided to return to the car. As they drove home, Becky cuddled to Rob and just enjoyed his closeness. At her home, it seemed like they were in an embrace forever before the front porch light came on, indicating that her parents were waiting for her. Giggling, she left the car and, as Rob drove away, both had the same thoughts on their mind…they were going to be together forever.

The Hardest Kind To Be Ch. 01

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In the offhand chance that you don’t find the setting clear on the issue, all characters are eighteen and legal. This is also a madly different story genre than I’m used to writing, so be kind.

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She hated her.

Hated… though strong and dramatic, it was the only word that summed up their relationship.

Nobody would have guessed it, but it’s the truth. Secretly, deep down, and without reservation, Gina Morris held a deep down and powerful hatred of Sissy Thompasani. Seeing her flit and flutter her pretty blonde hair and toned, slender body here and there throughout high school was like a slow torture of Gina’s self-esteem. Hearing the boys talk about her–even her closest friends–used to drive her absolutely mad. Being privy to their thoughts and hormones, even though here *waves hand*… right fucking here… there’s a woman right here! Only to be treated like one of the guys, to be pooh-poohed if she didn’t drum up some kind of casual-feaux-lust for the bitch or acknowledge her superior attractiveness.

Hate.

And Sissy didn’t make it any easier. During gym or field practice (Sissy shaking it to lame 80’s pop with the cheerleaders while Gina rigidly followed patterns in the Band), it would be the little blonde tramp who led the other little blonde tramps in snide comments about the few girls that Gina had made lasting friendships with during those awkward years.

Oh, things like Carla needs to get on a diet or better hurry up, girls, or the good prom dates’ll get taken or two words, dear, make…up. Like they were all that was good and sexy in the world, just because they starved themselves at an early age and grew boobs first. Horrid bitch. There was, sure, a jealousy–who didn’t want to be them? Who didn’t want to be confidant and pretty and make the boys coo with smiles and big doe eyes? But puberty was hard enough without having it rubbed in your face that some girls escape it mentally, socially, and physically unscathed.

Gina was not quick to develop as a teenager, and what developed was often difficult to manage. When breasts finally started showing up, at fourteen, she was terrified–the left one was larger than the right and they weren’t all that large. Boys seemed to like “large”. But, hips did show up, and with that a wider-than-supermodel butt that made her jeans fit just plain badly and precluded cuter outfits.

Her brown hair was uninteresting, and attempts to dye it turned into disasters to be gawked at during class. The red, particularly, was a bad idea–she looked desperate and awkward. Her first attempts at a skirt were met with jeers, moreso from the girls than the guys, who might have liked it… she’d never know, she didn’t have the courage to flirt.

No. One would not mistake Gina, at sixteen, for a girl comfortable in her own skin. She had two boyfriends, back then. A bumbling friend that she dated out of pity, moreso than attraction. It was a strange relationship where she gave him kisses and attention, and he didn’t know what to do with either. Danny would have been great, in a few years–after the allure of video games and his lack of experience wore off. Steven was hardly better, a braggart and a blowhard–more interested in taking her to lame backwoods parties where he’d get drunk and fumble at her than talking to her.

If it wasn’t for the one friend of hers, Maureen, who tried feeling her up during a sleepover–and the general discomfort and genuine awkwardness afterward, Gina would have thought about giving girls a go. But, no, she wasn’t a lesbian–despite jokes from her guy friends–and she wasn’t successful at being hetero. She was a girl–and a normal one… positively, the hardest kind to be.

Predictably, Gina was a good student. She did well in class, she liked learning, and her teachers regarded her well–which wasn’t too surprising, given that most teachers regard bookish girls and boys well. Before leaving for college, she had a few weeks to get control over herself. Her older sister, Pamela, had gone a few years ago (though she ended up dropping out). All she had ever heard of the University was that it was a new life.

Pamela told her often, “Babe, it’s a different world. All of this high school shit you think is important? It’s not. You just don’t know it, yet, but none of this matters. Hang in there.”

So, hang in there she did. And on a ripe and moist day in August, Gina Morris started her first day of college. She was nervous, but excited. No parents. No pressure. Just her, tons of new people, and a whole summer before it where she felt like she’d grown Alanya Escort escort up and matured a bit. It wasn’t that Gina was shy, just that she never developed a good sense of timing or social grace. She wasn’t afraid of talking to people, she just never knew what to say. She wasn’t scared of doing things, just bad at doing them—usually.

Oh, it was going to be a fresh whole life. She wasn’t necessarily interested in being a different person, but here she could be everything she wanted to be. She didn’t have to look at classmates and think “they remember that bad dye job” or “did they hear about the Maureen thing?” She was Gina. Hell, she could be Virginia–her full first name.

She could be anything.

Two thousand miles away from home and surrounded by people that liked books and watched the news and had interesting opinions. People she could study at coffee shops with and go to concerts on maybe double-dates with!

Her mind raced from discussions to clubs to book-signings to concerts to movies to picnics to this and to that as she flew out to go to college. She thought about new friends and new stores and new hangouts and new things to try and new this and new that as she made her way to the campus. She continued daydreaming about boys and guys and lads and chaps and this fellow and that fellow as she moved in to the residence hall. Days and days of imagining and expectation and she finally made it—half a world away.

Walking up the steps to the dorm. Pillow and comforter in hand, past the gaggles of families and girls and crowded halls of boxes and baskets and chatter. Through the maze of elevators and stairs and payphones…

…her world crashed.

Her room, 810. A dichotomy.

On the right side of the room was a bed and desk, same as all the others she passed on the way up here. The left side was brightly pink and softly purple. The teddy-bears were on the bed, and there–stretched out like a cat, reading Seventeen, was Sissy Thompasani. Blondely staring at her from under the magazine, half-shocked and half-disappointed.

Gina Morris turned around–wordlessly–and went to the bathroom down the hall to cry.

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Sobbing.

Not something she liked doing, but something that felt good afterwards–Gina sobbed quietly to herself in the bathroom stall furthest from the door of the massive communal bathroom and shower. She cried for the years she’d felt small and ugly and wrong, and she cried harder for the years she felt were wasted–living not only in the shadow of girls like Sissy, but living with her as well. She saw the parties of girls like Sissy crowding the tiny dorm room. She saw make-up and boys and giggles and being ostracized in her own room.

She saw feeling small and ugly and wrong for years to come. Because she hated Sissy, and Sissy hated her–and everyone would like her better and the boys she’d meet and invite to her room and fool around with were now boys that would gawk at the pretty blonde, boys that would want to be “friends”, boys that would ask her questions about her roommate and pooh-pooh her for not deferring to the girl’s greater sexiness.

She saw a world that was going to hurt her again. And she cried. Because she was going to be extraordinary, and saw herself being mediocre again.

And Gina was only going to be Gina. Never “Virginia”, because Sissy would mock that. And if she requested a room change, then it’d be an outright admission of defeat. And if she tried to act boldly, she would lose the popularity contest that would ensue. And Gina Morris would likely have stayed in that stall, alone and sobbing, had it not been for the hand under the stall next to her handing her a tissue.

A hand with a scrap of toilet paper–something she already had in her own hands in her own stall. The ridiculousness of seeing a scrapped ball of fresh TP being waved at her underneath the worn wooden wall, with a small voice whispering “Well, go on… I can’t pee with you falling apart, so either you can help me develop kidney stones or you can dry up and we’ll talk about it after I get this done over here.”

Between sobs, Gina laughed.

Because even unfunny things are worth laughing about, even bad jokes are humorous; when you’re so emotional you can’t keep your eyes dry. Whoever this hand belonged to was a friend… and the least you can do for a friend is let them pee in peace.

That’s when Gina met Tina. And everything in the whole damn world changed to the sound of a perfect stranger peeing and giggling along with her about it.

. Alanya Escort bayan . .. … …..

Tina and Gina talked in the echo-ey bathroom for about an hour. At first, Gina felt a little uncomfortable with the public-feeling space. Girls and whatnot coming in and out constantly. But after the first few came and went, with Tina boisterously going on and on with the conversation–Gina felt a lot less self-conscious. Yes, there she was in a bathroom stall having a normal conversation with some girl in the next–she’d whispered to friends before in bathrooms, nothing strange there.

But all shyness melted away after the Girl-with-the-rough-voice who just came in said “Hey, how about you two shut it for a few minutes or take it somewhere else?” and Tina replied “Shut your cunt, women are talking here, girl.” Girl-with-the-rough-voice murmured something about “stupid bitches”, but then the door opened and she quite obviously left.

“So, anyhow. What was I saying?” Tina-from-behind-the-wall asked.

“You were talking about ‘Brad’ or ‘Brandon’ or something.” Gina replied.

“Ohhhhhh, Brandy-boy… yeah. Now, him? I was in love with that boy. In absolute loooooooooouuuurrrve”, she drawled out the word with just enough humor to show she was serious and keeping it light, “We dated for two years. He was so cute, Ginnie, I mean… tall and pretty and had really nice hair that you could just run your hands through like a puppy. And he would do really sweet things like buy me flowers or take me to dinner at grown-up places. Ahhhh, l’amore!”

“And… so… are you two seeing each other still?” Gina asked.

A pause took the moment away, and Gina thought maybe she’d said something to sadden the otherwise vibrant girl-behind-the-wall.

“Kinda. Like…. fuck, its hard to explain. He goes to FJU, I go here. We never broke-up-proper-broke-up. We just kinda did that whole ‘write me’ and ‘we’ll visit’ kind of thing before graduation. So, no. We’re not really together anymore. I mean, I wouldn’t cheat on him or anything, but if I met someone I liked–I’d call him up. I guess we’re just on the waiting list for a break-up. But, he’s going to meet some girl there, I just know it. And, pffffft. I’m not happy about that, but I’m not angry either. We just didn’t want to actually let go, even though we know we’re already lost. But, I’m not being sappy with him and he’s not being sappy with me–which is great, because if he told me he loved me, right now, I’d just fall to tears, y’know? Because it wouldn’t work. He wouldn’t do that to me. Our last conversation will be something about meeting other people, I know it. I’m ready for that one, but its gotta be a clean break.” Tina casually explained.

“I’ve never had a real boyfriend before”, Gina blurted out without thinking. She immediately hushed and clenched her eyes shut–how goddamn embarrassing is that? I’m a total loser and now she knows I’m a total loser, she thought.

“But, you’re probably one of those hot chicks that don’t know they’re a hot chick. Like, I’m going to pull my pants up in a few minutes because my legs are falling the fuck asleep–how long have we been at this? An hour? Two? Anyhow–I’ll pull my pants up and we’ll step outside the stalls and you’ll be six feet tall and drop-dead gorgeous and be one of those ‘I’m a hot virgin, librarian-type that doesn’t even need make-up, but doesn’t know I’m all hot and every cock in a three mile radius would stab their best friend to deflower me, which is fine because I’ve never had sex and I waited until college and the first guy that gets some will be a fetishist for going down on me and I’m going to have the best sex of anyone’s life without having to deal with all the bad sex you have to go through first’ types… you bitch.”, Tina prattled on and on.

“Nope. I guess you’re going to be disappointed.” Gina laughed back, blushing wildly to herself.

“Nah. You’re going to have legs to die for and you’re going to be all meek and whatnot and I’m going to end up throwing over my life-long pledge to not finger another girl because I’m going to fall instantly in love and then I’ll have to call Brandon and crush his ego by telling him that I, his lovely girl, have become a total dyke–but that’s alright, because she’s just shy of Heidi Klum. And he’ll go cry himself to sleep in a frat house somewhere–not because I’m a lesbian, but because I’m tossing Heidi Klum’s salad and he’s not. Oh, I read your book, you magnificent slut, you!!!” Tina was laughing, which made Gina fall out laughing. The two giggled back and forth until the mood was broken by Escort alanya the passing of gas by Gina–which stutter-stepped the laughter, and followed it up with cackling by both girls.

“Oh… oh, well, that scratches that. Klum doesn’t have an anus. That’s what I hear. She’s like a plant, she just breathes in CO2 and exhales oxygen and smells… hoo, wow, girl… lay off the whatever… smells like cupcakes instead of compost.” Tina managed between guffaws.

Gina felt better. Better than she had in a long, long time. She forgot all about Sissy. She forgot about everything. She just wanted to hug this girl and thank her and maybe buy her lunch and go watch boys at the Student Union because Tina was sure to be a lot of fun to hang out with.

“Well, alright. Let’s get out of here and grab some dinner. I’m absolutely starving. How’s that sound?” Tina-behind-the-wall said.

Taking a deep breath and standing up–ouch–Gina liked that idea, “Sure, let’s get out of here.”

Tina-behind-the-wall pulled up her jeans and some sounds of zippers and flushing overtook the moment. Gina stepped out of the stall and felt stunned and almost retreated back inside.

In front of her was what she could only describe as a “gorgeous, Librarian-type”. Tina was tall, not six feet tall, but easily six inches taller than Gina–who stood a mere 5’4″. She had red hair, but really, really red. She was wearing tight-ish jeans and a cute green shirt, and looked all the world like something out of a teen-magazine. She was fair-skinned and pretty and, from the last two hours of conversation, smart and funny. Gina wasn’t any of those things, and she was nervous.

The two young women looked at each other for a moment. Gina, looking obviously a bit crest-fallen; Tina, looking like she’d just heard a joke and didn’t understand it. She cocked an eyebrow at Gina, tilted her head a little to the right, planted her hands on her hips, and just smiled.

“What? You were expecting someone shorter, huh?” Tina smirked.

“Oh, no, no… I…” Gina was just not sure what to say, “Nice to meet you.” She stuck out her hand, not knowing what else to say.

Tina looked at the hand and looked at her, and smiled wider–her lips were just… perfect. Was she even wearing any make-up? Probably not, thought Gina.

Tina took a slow step forward with her hands out, like approaching a dangerous animal. She even scrunched up her nose and frowned (still smiling) like she was intently looking for any signs of attack. She closed the gap between them and put her arms around Gina quickly–catching the shorter girl by total surprise.

“Gotcha!” she giggled as she hugged Gina, “Now, you can feel all weird because you think I’m a total babe, or we can just go back to the way it used to be… back in the old days, in the stall. Y’know? I got your height wrong, but you’re a total hottie–stop being awkward about it. I’m glad I met you.” Tina said softly and sincerely. Gina hesitated, for a moment, but put her arms around the taller girl and hugged back, trying not to cry.

“Thanks for listening.” she said quietly.

“Hey, you’re the only person I’ve met all day who doesn’t cut me off when I’m talking–and I talk a lot. That’s gonna make us best friends. So, there. Now, let’s get some food. Milkshakes, dah-ling, milkshakes are what friendships are made of.” Tina said sweetly and with a weird accent that only made it funnier.

Gina smiled and said “Sure, milkshakes it is.”

The bathroom door popped open again, and two girls stopped clean in their tracks, staring at the odd couple hugging each other. One of them started giggling and murmuring something to the other when Tina shouted back “I hear one gay joke and I will so cut a bitch. I swear.. to.. God!”

The two gigglers turned somber and backed out of the bathroom. Tina pulled back and looked at the shorter brunette, “Don’t worry about everyone. That’s your first problem. We can fix that. But, first, milkshakes, Ginnie my dear.”

And Tina and Ginnie walked out of the bathroom, hopped in Tina’s old Dodge Charger, and peeled out in search of adventure and milkshakes.

With a new sense of assertiveness, Ginnie asked “So, does us being friends make me more cool?”

“Oh, hell yes, totally. With out a doubt. Definitely. We’re mad crazy cool. Put on those sunglasses, we’re riding in style, girl!” Tina pushed some over-sized Paris-Hilton shades at her. Putting them on, Ginnie relaxed in the car, put her arm out the window and leaned back.

Cool.

Maybe this will turn out alright afterall.

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Dear Diary,

Today is 5th January, my parents returned to work today, so now I can start my holiday. Last year was a big year for me. There was my sister’s wedding, my 18th birthday and the hard work I did to complete Year 12 at school. Of course the house seemed very busy with the Christmas-New Year festivities that my parents created. Now I can chill out in the quietness, although the summer heat makes relaxing difficult.

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That is where my story starts. It is a strange one; I try to avoid telling it because I find it confusing, even now. I still feel embarrassed when I think of my naiveté at age eighteen. This day started out to offer some peace and quiet in the house, the first time since the end-of-year school holidays. The summer was hot with constant reminders on radio and TV to stay prepared for bushfires and the threat of water restrictions as the water storages dwindled. I was home alone, so in an effort to be comfortable I chose not to wear underwear; just a loose T-shirt and very skimpy shorts. My parents both worked so I had the house to myself all day and I had been looking forward to catching up on things I let slip by.

I sat down in front of the television to look at some DVDs. I particularly wanted to see my sister’s wedding album, consisting of some 400 photos on a DVD arranged in two files. The main file was the wedding service, followed by all the events and happiness of the reception, until my sister and her new husband left in a limousine, a going away gift treat from by mum and dad.

The second file was not to my mother’s liking, but she was persuaded by the photographer, who told her it would be nice to have a record of the wedding preparations and all the work behind the scenes. Mum reluctantly agreed, but I had some misgivings about getting my clothes off and getting dressed in my bridesmaid’s outfit in front of a camera — it just wasn’t me! So, for my sister’s sake, she saw it as a normal part of the wedding day, probably aided by discussions with her work colleagues who urged her to do it — “You won’t get a second chance, Kaye. You should do it. You will regret it later on.” And so it was.

Kaye’s wedding was four months ago now and because of my Year 12 studies at senior school and the Christmas-New Year family activities I hadn’t found time to sit back and enjoy the wedding DVD privately. Today was that day! I sat down with a large glass of ice cold cola, ice cubes floating in it and the remote control at the ready. I enjoy time alone, especially after the mad panic for those final exams, hoping for a good result. So, you can imagine my surprise at hearing the doorbell chime, which brought me back to reality.

Outside, I saw a courier delivery van, so I guessed the driver was at the door with a parcel for one of the others in the house. How wrong I was! It was my brother-in-law, Harold (we call him Harry). I opened the door and greeted him. He didn’t have a parcel. He said,

“Good, I thought you’d be home. I just called in to say ‘good day’ and see how you were.” To avoid my obvious surprise at seeing him and his unexpected interest in my health, I quickly said,

“I thought you were a delivery man delivering a parcel when I saw the van outside.”

“No, I delivered a parcel in the next street over that way,” he gestured vaguely with his finger, “but a cold drink would be good. The air-con in the van can’t cope with hot days like this.”

“Of course, what would you like? I have cola or lemonade.”

“I’ll have what you’ve got, it looks good,” so I prepared his drink. “What are you watching?” he asked me.

“Oh, nothing much, just the wedding photos of your marriage to Kaye,” I answered dismissively.

“Oh good, I haven’t seen them since we went back to work after the honeymoon,” he told me. “Go on, press play, so we can see them together. It will be a reminder of that day”, he urged.

I pressed play and the photos started to show and change slowly. There was the wedding group, Harry, my sister Kaye, me holding the bride’s train and my partner Steven, who is my cousin and the same age as me. The other two were Harry’s best friend, Sid, and his wife, Sally, as Best Man and Matron of Honour, respectively.

“That’s a great shot. Stop it there, Carol. I want to have a good look at it,” Harry loud voice commanded me to pause the image. “Gee, that’s great, isn’t it? The wedding party all looking smart and … sexy.” His voice sounded excited, so I asked him,

“Why do you think that is sexy, Harry?” I couldn’t see any displays giving him a reason for his surprising assessment.

“Well, look at Kaye, her breasts thrust forward, and you, look at you, your lovely breasts firmly pressed against the front of your dress. She has a lovely body, I guess you do too,” he suggested.

I felt embarrassed by his brashness, so I looked directly at him and said,

“Harry, we are just standing there, watching the photographer. I can’t see how that is sexy.”

“She Side escort was sexy too,” he added. There was no doubt the photographer was a well-presented woman, whose attire fitted in with the dress styles of the guests at the wedding. I had to admit I admired her dress choice on the day, too. I saw Harry looking directly at me, he asked me,

“Are your boobs the same as Kaye’s? Hers look great when she walks around the house without a bra on.”

I didn’t know how to answer his question, so I thought carefully. Of course, I knew what differences there were between her breasts and mine; we compared them often enough as younger teenagers. We even played with each other’s for amusement. I can recall a story that Kaye told me one day about another student who claimed to have the largest breasts at school. Kaye described the event as, ‘she flopped her big tits out of her bra in the playground to prove hers were the biggest of our group’. I don’t think anyone ever doubted that, but that was when Kaye and I decided to check out each other whenever we were alone. I enjoyed those little intimate times Kaye. But I wasn’t going to give Harry the satisfaction of an answer.

“I don’t really know,” I said, “she is older than me, so I guess they are bigger.”

It was then that I suddenly realised that I was alone with Harry, without a bra … and without underpants. I wasn’t ready for Harry’s next question. He asked if I would show him my breasts so he could see for himself. Again, I didn’t know what to say, but I shook my head. I was embarrassed; no-one had asked me that before. Well, I had been asked a similar question before, but in a different context and I was much younger. It was my cousin, Steven. Many years ago, we were playing outside, alone, when he asked me to show him my vagina. I had recently discovered I had some pubic hair and was kind of proud that I had enough to say I was growing up. It was Kaye who told me when she had pubic hairs staring to show she knew she was growing up. There were reddish hairs around my vagina. She assured me that they were signs that I was also growing up, so it was with some sort of pride that I showed Steven my ‘pussy’, as he called it. But that was then, now it was Harry asking a similar question about my breasts. To avoid an answer I pressed play on the remote control and thankfully, Harry didn’t persist with his request; we talked about their marriage, about Kaye and how they were settling in together at the photos changed in sequence.

We continued watching images of the wedding and chatting about people in the photos, some of his friends, but mostly family members who had assembled for the first time in years just to see who Kaye had chosen for a partner. Harry put down his glass and said to me,

“You know, it’s normal looking at breasts these days, because they are always shown on TV programs and no-one mentions them. Girls walk around on topless beaches and don’t think it’s naughty. It’s just natural,” he told me. I could see his reasoning, but I still felt it was wrong to show my breasts to my sister’s husband. I looked directly at him, but didn’t speak.

“Carol, I am part of the family now, so it is all right for you to show me. I just want to see if they are like Kaye’s, so how about a quick flash?” I didn’t feel right about it, but he said he is part of the family, so I pulled my top up and down quickly, flashing my bare boobs at him. I was proud of their shape and size, I knew they looked good and they were firm; I wasn’t wearing a bra and my nipples were pointing straight out. I did the pussy thing for Steven when we were kids, and I had to admit the way Harry asked, I really felt sexy and it seemed so natural to show him. He is family, now. Perhaps that would end his curiosity.

He finished his drink and stood up to leave, saying,

“I have to go now; I have more work to do. More parcels to deliver, but before I go, can I have another look at your boobs, please?” I didn’t answer, but I was looking down as I followed him to the front door, wondering if it would be a crime if I did let him see them again. Just before he opened the door, he asked me,

“How about a quick feel, so I can compare them with Kaye’s?” I lifted my top up and stood there, exposing my breasts for his attention. He had a good feel which made me go all wet and sticky and I knew my nipples were erect; they hardened when he touched me. I liked him feeling me, so I didn’t stop him or pull away. He was gentle. He had smooth, sexy hands and moved them rather sensuously. In a way, I was sad to see him leave, because I was feeling like I had never felt before. He was the first man to touch my body and I liked it. It was difficult to go back to the DVD and see the wedding photos, which would be an anti-climax after what I had just experienced. I thought it was a-once-in-a-lifetime experience for me to keep in my memory forever, but not an experience to share with my diary.

A few days later Side escort bayan I heard the doorbell chime again. Just as before, it was Harry making an unexpected visit. This time I wasn’t so unsure of how to manage him, but I am ashamed to admit I was hoping he would ask for a feel of my breasts again, although I was not so forthcoming as to suggest it to him. It was an emotion that he had stirred in me that I still recall fondly and more wonderful than I had known before, so I was more upbeat about his arrival and I probably showed it.

“Hi Harry. It’s nice to see you again. Do come in. Would you like a drink?”

I made him a cup of tea and he joined me in the kitchen where I was having breakfast. I was wearing a track suit and the cords on the pants were hanging loose. It wasn’t long before he told me that Kaye had shaved her pussy and that it looked really sexy. I don’t know what prompted him to tell me that, nor did I suggest it in any way. He said he liked shaved pussies and asked me if I shaved mine. I shook my head, but it wasn’t enough for him, he said,

“Show me.” I didn’t want to, but I knew he would like mine with its reddish hair, so I was thinking I would do it because he was family and that it would be OK to show him. After all, it was Harry that said he was family. I remember showing Steven when he asked the same question many years ago; I showed him, so why not Harry? Perhaps, it was illogical, but that was how I felt at the time. Maybe his hands would get me worked up like they did on his previous visit.

To cut a long story short, I didn’t show him, but instead, he stood up from the table, unzipped his trousers and pulled out his dick, and told me that Kaye likes feeling it and sucking it and he thought I would like to feel it too.” Well, that much was true. I knew about them now, but I hadn’t touched one from an older person, just Joe Cunningham, from school. And I didn’t suck his, I just squeezed it. I had also seen photos in magazines that Kaye smuggled home on weekends, loaned by girls who had far more knowledge of sex than either Kaye or me. So, I was not surprised at seeing it, or of him showing me, but I was acutely aware that I was looking at the penis of my sister’s husband. Would she have approved of such intimacy between me and her new husband? I tried not to think about it.

I stood up from the table and told him to follow me into the lounge room where we would be more comfortable. I don’t know what I had in mind, and in hindsight, I can’t believe I had suggested it. Now, we were in the lounge room, Harry’s penis was still hanging out, long and interesting as he sat beside me on the settee. My first thoughts were that it was not unlike the ones I had seen in those books Kaye borrowed, but curiosity made me go further.

“Can I touch your cock, Harry?” I asked innocently. I guess you know Harry’s answer, so I made a move to hold it. When I took hold of it I gripped it to feel its hardness and I liked its warmth and throbbing feel in the palm of my hand. I could feel the veins and little ripples under its sheath.

Harry looked at me with a wide smile and asked, “Would you like to jerk me off, Carol?” I was shocked and I had to admit that I hadn’t done that before and I didn’t know if I could do it properly. Again he smiled, “Very well, allow me to instruct you on giving a man pleasure.” He stood up and unbuckled his trousers and allowed them to drop to the floor. Next his small undies were down below his knees and I was looking at his long, hard dick, with a pair of decent-sized balls dangling beneath. He had a crop of dishevelled dark hair around his rigid cock with some growing upwards towards his navel. This was all new to me, but very much like what I saw in the books that Kaye had, although they were in black and white. I can tell you that it was much better than seeing photographs in books. I hadn’t realised until now that a hard-on was much larger than a flaccid dick. I didn’t speak, my hands were clasped in front of me and my mouth felt dry, but my heart was pounding as I looked carefully at his penis that he shares with my sister. It didn’t feel right, but I was still intrigued by it large size.

Harry took my hand and curved my fingers around his manhood then proceeded to move my hand up and down on his shaft. I was fascinated by his foreskin sliding back and forth, revealing a large reddish-purple knob. I felt embarrassed and excited at the same time. I looked towards Harry’s face and saw his eyes watching my hand movements. He looked up at me and smiled,

“You’re doing well for a first-timer, keep moving slowly. I don’t want to end in a flash, I want to experience you and for you to feel the joy of pleasing a man for the first time.” Without saying a word, I smiled at his apparent consideration of my needs. It was a new experience and I wanted to get as much pleasure from it as I could. He may be my brother-in-law, but it was a man’s cock I was holding and I was getting Escort side a lot of pleasure from just being able to do it for the first time in my life.

“How much longer do I need to stroke it for, Harry?” It sounds like a stupid question now, but it all very real to me then. It was a new experience and I wanted to learn what I could for the future.

“Keep going, my pet, I will tell you when to stop, you are doing fine and I am enjoying it every bit just as you are.” I was looking at his other parts, his balls, his tousled dark hair and how it partly covered his scrotum. I can use those words now, but at that time, they too, were new to me. I became adventurous and used my other hand to cup his balls to get a feel of what they were like. Harry looked down at me, now sitting forward on the edge of the seat cushion, and told me,

“My balls are hanging lower today, because it is a hot day. In winter, they huddle up close to my groin to keep warm,” he told me. I thought he was joking and I laughed. He mistook my nervous laughter for me seeking more information, I am sure.

“No, it’s true! They try to maintain a certain temperature to keep the sperm alive.” Again, I looked at him and smiled, I asked him,

“Will I see your sperm doing this?” My lack of knowledge on these matters seems silly now, but I could see Harry was taking great delight in explaining these things to me. I wondered if he had to tell Kaye about all that, or did she already know? About now I was feeling a tingling sensation in my vagina and I was getting moist down there. I remembered that I wasn’t wearing panties and I wasn’t going to stop now to put them on. This was too much fun! I could feel Harry’s cock getting harder, and I could now feel little pulses as I stroked it.

“It won’t be long now before I come. Let me get my handkerchief from my trousers.” Instead, I reached down and fumbled with the crumpled garment around his feet and found a pocket with the handkerchief and offered it to him. What possessed me to do it for him I do not know.

“Thank you, my sweet; we don’t want my semen on your parents’ furniture do we? We want to keep it to ourselves, don’t we, Carol.” There was a quiet moment while Harry waited for the climax to reach him as I made long strokes with my hand. He put his hankie in front of his cock and watched for the rush of his manly juice to come spurting out in small pulses. I was delighted to see his pearly fluid land on his hankie, another first for me. Kaye had told me about it from the photos of spurting cocks in the books she brought home, but it was much more exciting and sexy to see it happen when you were the cause of it — and in colour! Again, I felt a little trickle down the inside of my thigh. I was getting off on just this first experience.

When his spurting had ceased he wiped the end of his cock with the handkerchief and sat beside me again. His semen was also on my hand which I wiped off with a tissue from my pocket. His cock was going soft and shrinking now and but I was fascinated at its change of size. I looked at my brother-in-law and told him,

“I have never done that before, but I think I like doing it. Did you like it? Did I do it properly, Harry?”

“Yes, you did it expertly and I hope we get to do it again. What do you say about that, Carol?”

“Oh, yes, I would like to, but shouldn’t we keep this our secret and not tell Kaye?” I was feeling guilty now. Not because I did it for the first time, but because he wanted me to do it again.

“No, we must never tell Kaye. She wouldn’t understand us, I know that. It has to be our secret.”

Harry stood up and pulled his underpants up. I watched as he tucked his limp penis back into its place, he pulled up his trousers and buckled his belt. It looked like nothing had happened, but I could still feel a lot had happened to me — I was still wet and sticky down below. He sat down beside me and took my hand so gently in his, kissed me on the cheek ever so lightly and told me,

“You have seen my dick, it would only be fair if I could see your pussy, wouldn’t it?” He looked directly at my face waiting for my answer. I didn’t know what to say, should I let him see my pussy, or say ‘no’ to him again? I knew that his comment made sense, I had my fun with him, and so I guess it was natural for him to want to see my pussy, that could also be fun. I stood up in front of him and offered him the loose cords of my tracksuit pants, which he readily accepted. I was hoping he liked my unshaven pussy after what he told me about my sister’s latest coiffure.

He slid my pants down and because I was without undies he saw my crop of curly, reddish hair and he was delighted. His eyes lit up as his fingers ruffled through my hair. He told me it looked lovely and then started to push a finger into the small space between my legs. As soon as his finger touched my clit I immediately relaxed and he was able to insert two fingers in me and made me feel really warm and excited.

“I can see that holding my cock made you warm and fuzzy too, didn’t it? Harry asked me. I was slightly embarrassed at being not in pristine condition after what we had done, so I looked downward, feeling somewhat embarrassed at his observation.