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My neighbor !

Boltturner on Sex Stories

My Neighbor.

 

I am a forty six year old man who has just bought a new house in a rural neighborhood !

Just financially recovered from a bad divorce, I decided it was time to get out of the apartment I was stayin in and buy a house.

The Saturday that I was moving in, all the neighbors came to say hello, they were all very nice and invited me to their homes for dinner or beers.

Most of them were my age or older, but one couple that stopped by had brought there twenty six year old daughter with them, she was drop dead georgous, 5'6" 110 lbs with shoulder length black hair and a rock hard body! Her tits were fairly small but looked to be hard as the rest of her body.

There was no explanation why she was stay

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ing with them, they just introduced her as their daughter, Kyla, and that she was twenty six.

I thought I had seen her somewhere before, but couldnt figure out just where!

Several weeks later, I was working in the yard when I heard a "Hello" ! I turned around to see Kyla on her bicycle, she had on black spandex bike shorts and a white tube sports top.

Hey Kyla how are you? Mark I see you have a road bike hanging in your garage, do you ride?

I havent ridden in years, but need to get back at it.

I ride four times a week, you are welcome to join me if you think you can keep up, laughing as she rode away!

She had one of the best lookin asses I had ever seen, I knew that the chain on my bike was going to get lubricated soon.

I am forty six years old but still in very good shape, I work out at the gym farily reguarly and have maintained a good looking body.

I am 6'2" 200lbs and grey hair with dark skin and moustache.

I got the bike out of the garage and brought it back up into shape and rode several times solo just to get the feel of riding again, it felt really good!

Saturday morning I was working around the yard when Kyla walked up, Hi Mark how are you?

Great and you? Oh ok, just tired of having to stay with my parents, they are kinda old fashioned.

Why is that Kyla?

Well they will not let me lay out by the pool and sunbathe nude!

Blushing a bit, I reply that my pool is always available just help yourself!

Oh Mark, are you joking?

Not at all, I sunbathe nude myself...

Well I may take you up on the offer later, so do you want to go for a bike ride?

Sure, how far you going to go? Until you get tired and we have to turn around she said laughing!

I will meet you at the corner in fifteen minutes, miss smart ass!!!!

Fifteen minutes later we were peddling at a very brisk pace towards the base of the Rockies twenty five miles away, uphill.

Kyla took the lead and I was following her, with ease, about ten feet behind just staring at the finest ass I may have ever seen.

She would glance over shoulder and see if i was still behind her, about thirty minutes out she let go of her bars and sat up on her seat, I pulled along side and asked her if she was out of breath or what?

Nope not at all she said, just wanting to give you a break, so you wont croak of a heart attack !

We can rest when we get back to my house, lets get back at it, smart ass, she laughed and went to sprinting, with me right on her ass dreaming of how it was going to feel !

Can I take a shower she ask when we returned to my driveway? Sure the one at the pool house has extra towels and some shampoo that my daughter and her friends left!

Mark, I wont to put my bike in your garage so my "Old Fashioned" parents dont see it!!

Shit Kyla you are a grown woman, you should not have to hide from them!

Mark can I explain later, I need a shower!

So I put our bikes in the garage as she headed to the shower!

I went through the kitchen and grabed us both a beer and headed to the pool.

When she got out of the shower she had only wrapped a towel around her tits and it just barely covered her ass.

Damn she looked so, damn hot!

She popped open one of the beers and said, ok your turn, so I headed to the shower thinking about what she was thinking.

After my shower I also just wrapped a towel around my waist and headed back for my beer and lounge chair.

She was sitting there running her fingers through her hair as I returned to the shaded pool area.

Did you enjoy your shower she asked?

Yes I did but it would have been much better if we had showered together !!

Blushing, she replies, you are a perv you know! Laughing.

Nope, not a perv, just like what I see!

Being somewhat bolder, I told her that she was a drop dead gorgeous lady that I would love to get my lips and hands on her hard little body.

She had been turned sideway from me across the glass top cabana table until now, and Mark what would you do with your lips and hands, as she turned to face me?

I could nearly see her pussy throught the clear table but it was still covered by her towel.

Oh, do you really want me to tell you?

Please do, because for some reason I have become very wet!

Well lets see if this OLD MAN can get you any wetter than you allready are!!!!!!

I was staring at her covered snatch through the table, and she ask, do you like what you are staring at?

I am fairly sure that I do like it, but, I cannot see it with that damn towel covering it up!

Teasingly she asked if she should remove her towel and let me take a peek, taking the last drink from her beer, she reached up and removed the towel and threw it aside!!!

She had the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen, it was completly shaven with a small strip left just above her clit, and her tits 34 b's were standing perfectly straight up with dark nipples the size of large pencil erasers.

I was speechless, Like what you see mark?

Well yes I do Kyla!

Ok she says, I have shown you mine, now it is time to show me yours !!!

Let me get us another beer, then I will show you mine!

I stood up only with the towel wrapped around me and my semi erection, I could see her gasp a little.

My cock is ten inches long and very large in girth.

I went into the kitchen to get us another beer, and checked the doors to make sure they were all locked, and they were.

Returning to the patio, Kyla had reclined her lounge chair and was laying back with her hands behind her head with her pretty brown titties standing straight up.

As I handed her the beer, I leanded over and started to kiss her on her neck, her hand instantly went under my towel.

She grabed my cock and slowly started moving her hand back and forth, god what a big cock you have, do you mind if I remove your towel?

Once she had thrown the towel aside she leaned over and gave my cock a kiss on the head, I was now at full attention!

She started to lick around the head at a very slow pace, I could tell instantly that she had no intentions of this being an afternoon quickie, she was here for a full ride.

She slowly started to wrap her lips around the head of my cock, moving it in and out of her mouth, but just the head.

She says there is only one thing I like better than giving a man head, thst is for him to lick my pussy until I squirt his face and chest!!!

I nearly blew a load right then and there, are you a squirter I asked?

I have been with many women in my life but have never experienced a squirter.

I had begun to believe that female squirting just a myth.

Was I ever proven wrong, I would be squirted two times in the next thirty minutes with the sweetest tasting pussy nectar you could possibly imagine.

By my new neighbors twenty six year old, live at home daughter.

Well Kyla, I must experience your squirting abilites as soon as possible!

She got up and lay back onto the glass top table and started to run her fingers through her now moist pussy slit.

In seconds, juices started flowing from her slit onto my table, I was totally mystified as she continued her sexy handy work.

She had never taken her left hand from my cock, she now pulls me forward, close enough to where I could easily stick my cock into her wet snatch.

She then told me that she did not want me to enter her, that she was going to rub my cock head on her pussy and clit and for me to just watch, and to pinch her nipples if I wanted to.

She slowly circled her clit with the head of my cock, and I could feel her heartbeat transfering through my cockhead, this was very stimulating......

Slowly she increased the speed of which she was circling her clit with my cockhead, she started to rub it up and down her clit until I heard her start to growl.

Mark, are you ready for me to squirt you all over your chest and face?

Yes I said, and at that time, she just froze, then tilted her head back and began to squirt, it was magnicifant, all over my chest and groin.

I leaned forward so it would hit me in my face, and had my first taste of Kyla's pussy nectar, it was very sweet and smelled of raw sex.

She squirted for thirty seconds, in burst, that sometimes hit the ceiling fan above the table, I had never seen anything like this, but knew I would see it many times in the future.

Kyla's eyes finally opened and she was smiling, so, OLD MAN what did you think of that???

That has to have been the wildest and most erotic sexual experience ever Kyla.

She just rolled off the table and ran to jump in the pool, leaving me standing there with the hardest cock, it was throbing and needing a place to unload.

I jumped into the pool head first and swam between her legs, I turned around and grasp her from behind grabbing a tit in both hands, my dick was between her legs and she was looking down at it in awe!

I have screwed several guys in my life, but none have had a cock anywhere near the size of yours Mark.

I want you to fuck me hard, and I mean hard, do you understand????

I began to rub her little pussy with the tips of my fingers and her head came around and our lips met, it was the first time we had kissed and her tongue was hard as my cock was.

Releasing from our passionate kiss, I began to rub her clit with just a small amount of pressure, she started moaning and said, lets go to the bedroom and do this right!

I carried her from the pool towards my bedroom with my mouth locked onto hers, her tongue was dancing.

Her pussy was wet and ready for my cock, she says that she is ready and that I have to, pull out of her so she may squirt.

Dont worry I will tell you when.

I started the tip of my cock into her tiny pussy slit and it was met with tight resistance, push, push she moans, it will stretch, and then the head started to slide in a inch at a time. Kyla was breathing heavy and wincing just a bit, so I stopped.

Are you ok Kyla?

Yes I am hurting just a bit but it is subsiding, I have never had anything inside of me as big as the end of a baseball bat, the big end she exclaimed...

She slowly started pushing her ass towards me and it starts inching in, inch by inch. About eight inches is all she can take, so she stops and her pussy muscles start to ripple from the head to the end of the eight inches that are buried in her.

Kyla has the hardest ass and tightest pussy, from riding her bike all the time.

She has muscle control that has no way of describing, it is so damn good, she just waves her muscles like ripples the entire length of my shaft.

I was just starting to move back and forth when she screamed at me to pull out, now!!!

As my cock head popped from her pussy, a stream of pussy juice followed it out and started squirting me all over, her ass was arched as high in the air as her back, and legs would allow.

I leaned my face into the spray of juices and tried to get as much as I could into my mouth, I wanted to swallow her sweet cum!!

She started growling and giggling at the same time, and she raised up, grabbed my cock and guided it back into her dripping pussy, that is going to happen many more times, she tells me, and it does!!!!

Damn, I never knew a woman had that much juice in them, the sheets of my bed were completley saturated after her first squirt!

After she had guided the head of my cock back into her tight slit she thrusted her hips hard, and took my full length, until it hit her womb, she held me there for just a few seconds and again screamed for me to pull out, same as before, but she squirted more this time, and I swallowed as much as I could.

I was in shock, just looking at her little pussy with cum gushing out of it, onto my bed.

Kyla's clit was bright red and she wanted me to put it between my teeth and grind it while she sucked my cock, within minutes of her mouth sucking on my cock, I started to cum, it felt like I cummed into her mouth for five minutes, and she swallowed every bit of it.

Damn what a woman I was thinking,as we were both laying back on the bed exhausted.

Kyla says she is going for a shower, and then sunbathing for an hour or two at the pool, do you want to join me?

May I wash your entire body, as I wish?

Sure she says.

I followed her to the pool house, watching her perfect ass and body!

If any man could create a cyber woman, it would be Kyla, she is stunningly beautiful.

She turned on the shower and pulled me inside with her, we began hugging and kissing like we would never see each other again!

I had never lost my hardon, so it was poking her in her crotch,so with one leg raised she reaches down and guides my cock into her hot pussy, jumps up and throws her legs around my ass and impales herself onto my cock!

Shitttttttttttttttttt did this feel good, I started bouncing her up and down the full length of my shaft!

She was shouting in my ear that she was cumming and to please not stop and do not pull out this time. I want you to shoot your load into me as hard as you can Mark!!!!!

I got into a fast rythym and kept this fucking action going for the next twenty minutes, Kyla was having an orgasm just about every two minutes and screaming continuosly that she is cumming!

I finally started blasting my hot cum deep into her pussy, her pussy was so tight that none of my cum leaked out around my shaft, until I pulled it from inside of her, and it gushed out all over the tile floor like a river!

We just held each other trying to regain our breath, until the shower water was completly cold!

Both of us head to the pool chairs exhausted for some sun and refreshments!

Rubbing lotion on her,I asked her about her relationship with her parents?

She became very distant about the subject not wanting to talk about it at all.

But I insisted she explain to me what was the problem and why she was living with them!

Mark I am twenty six and not proud at all about living with the folks, but I have no other choice at this time in my life!

I am, no I was, an athletic sports trainer working with professional athletes, but one sorry ass basketball player filed a mal practice law suit against me for a back injury he says I caused.

I recently lost the law suit and have lost everything I owned including my liscense to practice in this state.

I have been in a very torn emotional state for the last two months, you are the first person other than my parents that I have talked to. Now that I have told you all of my problems you probably will have nothing to do with me!!!

Now I recognize you, you were on the news, I knew I had seen you somewhere before.

Kyla everyone knows that whole deal was total bullshit, dont kick yourself for what happened!

It is hard to believe how much power these pro atheletes have and their bullshit tactics to harm innocent people.

Mark do you really think that is truly happened to me? Yes I do, she got up and with tears running down her face she hugged and kissed me for ten minutes.

I wish my parents thought the same way as you did!

Are they blaming you for what happened Kyla?

Yes they are, they say I was running a sloppy bussiness and should have taken better care of my practice!

Lets go over there and get your belongings right now, I want you to move in with me!

Three months later I married the hottest woman on earth and have been traveling the globe since.

Kyla is now a partner in my company .

 

More later...

Nat likes what Kat likes.

Vaughan on Sex Stories

Hi i'm Seb and I have been living with my girlfreind and her sister for the last two years and all had been pretty tame until the xmas just gone.

My girlfriend Nat is spanish and is a fiery woman in the bed room. We are both sex addicts and it was rare for us to go longer than a day or two with out it. Her sister Katarina or Kat as i called her is the more timid one and although she is to die for sexy she is single and seems happy that way. Atleast thats what i thought.

On boxing I had come home from a big luncheon where I had left Nat to visit her Pearents. I had thought that Kat would be with her pearents too and that I was coming home to an empty house. I wlaked in and stripped down to my boxers as it was stinking hot and Nat had made me where the presents that her pere

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nts had giving me inculding jeans and a jumper. I was about to enter the bathroom when i heard a something. I stopped in my tracks and listened more intently. I heard it again, a little moan coming from the bathroom. The door was open ever so slightly so i knelt down and peered through the gap. There in all her glory with one leg up on the bath was Kat rubbing her clitty and caresing her breasts.

My hand instinctivly moved dowb to my cock which was already one the rise and grabbed it and started to work it. I continued to watch as she looked at her self in the mirror while continuing to play with her self. Her momentum grew and her hips where flexing back and forth into her hand. Then she started moaning louder and panting "fuck me fuck me" over and over. I was now rubbing my cock into a frenzy as I watched her and i knew i wasnt going to last long at the pass i was setting. Then she said somthing that changed everything. Still panting fuck me she then started to add some phrases. first she siad "fuck me like you fuck my sister" then "i'll show you how timid i am fuck my ass SEb".

My hand froze on my cock as I realized she was fatasizing about me and then started stroking again when I heard her say my name. By this time she had the fingers of one hand rubbing her clit the the index finger of the other hand up her ass. Nat had never let me fuck her ass even though I had asked 100 times. I was ready to explode right there and I started to moan too. She heard me and glanced over to see my outline between the crack in the door cock in hand. She froze, as did i but then she just turned to face me and kept going. I took her lead and prized the door open some more and kept going also.

There on my knees at the entrance to my bathroom while my Kat took herself over the edge I came in a grunting growing mess all over the floor. Kat was shivering and shaking through her own climax as she watched me pump every last drop from my aching member. We stayed in silence and all I could do was smile foolishly. Was this going to end my relationship with my girl friend? Was this going to go any further with Kat a thousand question that cant be answered today but can in the future.......

The Teacher's Sucking Lips

Brigit Astar on Sex Stories

It was Friday afternoon very near the end of the sixth and final period of the school day. Jeannie Boyce sat at her desk in the classroom and watched the students gathering their books and papers and baggage and getting ready to dash out. The bell finally rang and she watched as the students scrambled and dashed for the door. She noticed that one of the students did not join the scramble. She saw him walk back to the rear of the classroom and open the door of the cloakroom and enter it. She waited at her desk for a few minutes, but the student did not come out of the cloakroom. She walked to the rear of the classroom, hesitated for a bit, and then opened the door and looked in the cloakroom. What she saw startled her to say the least. She saw the student standing there with his cock out

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stroking it. She couldn't help but see that he had a full erection; his dick stood out hard and thick and throbbing as he stroked it up and down. She stood there speechless as he turned toward her, pointing his rigid prick at her and looking straight at her face as he rubbed his cock. She was at a loss what to do; she finally broke away and walked out of the cloakroom...

Later that day she kicked off her shoes and laid back in an easy chair in her apartment and sipped a drink as she reflected on the week that was. She pursed her lips and nodded in satisfaction. All in all, it had been a good week—far better than she had expected; for she had completed her first week of teaching, and nothing catastrophic had happened; she had made no major foul-ups, and nothing really bad had occurred. Her students were for the most part "okay"; a few were rambunctious, but that was to be expected from ninth graders—most of them fourteen or fifteen years old. Yes, all in all, it went pretty good, she thought, all but the incident of seeing the student in the cloakroom. She smiled wryly. But even that was not a catastrophe or a foul-up. It's funny, she thought. I suppose I should have reported the boy, or admonished him, or something, but ... my goodness, he just stood there, looking at me, and stroking his ... Umm—his name is Calvin; fourteen, I guess ... he just kept stroking it ... thick and stiff for a fourteen-year-old boy—umm ... Should I report him? ... No, not for that ... gee, but his—his thing was so thick and stiff—throbbing, straining, and he kept stroking it and pointing it at me—and looking at me...

Her throat and mouth were dry; she gulped and licked her lips; her heart was absolutely thudding, and a fizzy tingling had begun in her pussy and had shot upward to her breasts...

She sighed and wagged her head. Ah—it's been too long, she thought; too long since I had a ... how long? Three months? It's just that—here I am, in this new position; I don't know anyone yet—at school or anywhere else—first week of school and teaching and all...

Periodically, through the weekend, she found herself thinking of the student, of his stroking his thick stiff throbbing prick, pointing it right at her, and looking at her as he stroked the cock...

The following Monday she was in the middle of her sixth period class; she had given her students problems to be solved, and they were to raise their hands if they needed help. She saw the boy raise his hand and she walked back to him. He sat in the last row in the rear, his desk behind all the others. She stood over him, and he pointed down on his workbook. "I don't understand how to do this," he said. As she looked down she saw that he had his hand on his crotch and was stroking it. She saw that he had a bulging hard-on.

Toward the end of the sixth period, she passed out graded papers to the students; she walked around the room handing the papers to them. When she walked back to his desk to give him his paper she saw that he had pulled his cock out and was stroking it. He looked straight at her as he rubbed his thick stiff throbbing cock.

The bell rang and the students scrambled and dashed for the door—all but Calvin. She noticed that he had made his way to the cloakroom.

Her throat and mouth were suddenly dry; her heart thumped. She got up and walked back to the cloakroom, hesitated, and then opened the door.

The boy stood there stroking his cock. Jeannie looked down at it, and gulped and licked her lips. He walked toward her and tugged his cock up. Jeannie gave out a little gasping sound, and then she went down on her knees, grasped his hips, opened her lips and took the prick in.

The boy clutched her head and drove his dick in her mouth, and she began sucking his cock.

The boy was no virgin; he knew what to do. He let her suck his prick for a few minutes, but he didn't want to shoot his wad in her mouth. He wanted to fuck her. In just a few minutes, he had her down on the floor and was pumping his cock in her pussy,

Jeannie had her arms and legs wrapped around him and was fucking back at him. She was so wrapped up in the fucking that she failed to hear the door of the cloakroom being opened or see the person who had opened it and had stood there for a few minutes watching. The door closed again....

The next day Jeannie was surprised and alarmed to receive a summons to the principal's office. She felt a sense of trepidation about it, and wondered what it could be. Maybe an evaluation, she thought.

She entered the office and looked nervously at the principal, Mr. Stone. He was a heavy-set man with a ruddy complexion and a flinty look. He didn't glare at her but he did fix her with a somber gaze. He stood up from his desk and moved around it and came to within three feet of her. He held a folder.

"Ms. Boyce, I've been reviewing your file," he said. "You've been teaching here for a week." He closed the folder and pitched it onto the desk.

"Yes, sir," she replied. "This makes my second week."

"And how do you like teaching here?"

"Oh, I like it, sir, it's great. Everything about it has been good."

"You want to continue teaching here?"

"Why, yes sir. Very much so."

"Well, I'm afraid that may not be possible."

Jeannie quailed back till her rear end touched against the desk. "Wha ... what, sir? Uh—I mean—I don't understand."

"Well, I'll make it clear to you. Your behavior, your conduct, has been, shall I say, less than becoming. To be specific, you've committed an act, which has no grounds for appeal. I refer to your actions with your student in the cloakroom yesterday."

Jeannie's face blanched and her lower lip dropped. She started to speak, but nothing came out but a stutter.

"Of course, there is no excuse or appeal you can make. Ordinarily, you would be summarily dismissed immediately—terminated, and I don't have to tell you that it would mark the end of your teaching—anywhere. I would be the one to dismiss you—it's up to me."

"Mr. Stone—I don't think—I mean—I—"

"Ms. Boyce, yesterday, when you were in the cloakroom, you didn't see or notice the door being opened and someone seeing you with the student. That someone was I, Ms. Boyce. I saw you and the student, saw what you were doing. So there's no need for you to deny it or try to justify it."

She gulped, wagged her head and looked down. There was nothing she could say.

"As I said, Ms. Boyce, it's up to me, if you are dismissed or not. Now, the way I see it is this: Perhaps something can be worked out. It's up to you, Ms. Boyce."

"Something can be worked out?"

"Yes, Ms. Boyce. You know what I mean. It can be worked out—here and now."

She saw the way he was looking at her body. She also saw the pointed throbbing bulge in his pants. She then realized what the score was. And she also realized that she really had no choice, and there was no decision to be made anyway. Of course she would acquiesce.

"What ... what do you want me to do?" she asked.

He walked over to the door and locked it, and then came back and stood close to her. "You know what to do," he said. He nodded toward her blouse. "The top--and the bottom."

She understood and she complied. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Then she slid her skirt down. He nodded. "Okay, all the rest too—the top—and the bottom."

She unhooked her bra and pulled it off, and then slid her panties down and off.

Mr. Stone looked at her naked body, and he gave out an "Umm." He reached out and clutched her titties and rubbed and squeezed them. He grasped her behind her legs and lifted and pushed her back onto the desk, and lifted her legs and drew them back. He went down on her, rubbing his mouth on her pussy and sliding his tongue along the slit. He clasped her hips and jammed his tongue in her cunt.

Jeannie gasped at the sensation of his tongue jabbing in her pussy. She thrust her cunt up, pressing it on his mouth.

He slid his tongue out and pulled her forward. He hurriedly unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He grasped her around her hips and pulled her forward onto his prick.

He drove his thick hard cock up her cunt, digging it in, stuffing it deep. Then he pulled back a few inches and drove it forward again.

Jeannie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and locked her legs around his waist. He then proceeded to fuck her royally.

"Ohh, ahh, umm, ahh," Jeannie gasped and fucked back at him.

He went down on her tits, licking and sucking them as he pumped the meat to her.

"Unh, ahh, ooh—ahh, umm," Jeannie cooed out as he screwed her cunt.

He gave a mighty heave and crammed his cock in her cunt and let her have it. He squirted a gob of cum deep in her pussy.

Jeannie thrust her cunt up and tightened her muscles. Her pussy sucked on his cock, sucking up his cum.


Jeannie felt good about it. She knew that now she was "protected"; she knew that the principal was on her side, so to speak. She was free—free to suck and fuck, and she intended to do just that.

At the end of the sixth and final period of the school day, Jeannie went to the cloakroom where the fourteen-year-old student had gone. She sucked his cock, and he fucked her mouth. She wrapped her legs around the boy, and he thrust his prick in her cunt. "Ahh—fuck me, boy, fuck your teacher," Jeannie gasped to him, as he pumped his boy cock in his teacher's pussy. "Ah yes, umm—so fucking good," she cooed.

He drove his dick up her cunt and squirted his boy cum deep in her pussy. "Ooh yes—oh sweet fucking boy, ummm yes," she panted as he pumped cum in her cunt.

This is great, Jeannie thought. I can suck and fuck every day here at school ... and there are dozens of students here—boys with nice stiff cocks just waiting to be sucked and to fuck their teacher. And there's the principal Mr. Stone also. I'm going to suck him too.

There was a boy in her third period class that she had her eye on. He was fifteen years old, and big and husky for his age. She got him in the cloakroom, and he couldn't believe his good fortune. His teacher sucked his cock, deep-throating him. Then she got on her hands and knees with her ass sticking up and told him to fuck her from behind. He drove his boy cock up his teacher's rear-end.

Jeannie was in heaven. This is so great, she thought. All the cock I could want is right here in this school. All I could want to fuck me ... all the cock I could want to suck.

Getting Even With Sis

badlybent on Sex Stories

Jess was fuming. How could her sister do something like that? It wasn't just enough that she'd humiliated her in front of her friends last night, but now she'd been bollocked by her parents.

It had just been a bloody party. It was what you were supposed to do when your parents were away. For fucks sake she was eighteen! And ok so she should probably have let Sarah in on the plan – inviting her would probably have been a good plan, but to do what she did.

Bitch!

The phone call that had just come through from Spain had been the final straw. It wasn't fucking fair. If Sarah hadn't been out all day there'd have been hell to pay. As it was it had been stewing up in Jess over the day and now she was reaching
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boiling point.

Ring ring...

The phone went again and she grabbed it from the cradle in frustration.

"Hello."

"Jess it's me –"

It was her delightful big sister...

"Fuck off Sarah" "Look Jess I haven't got time now, I'm calling from a phone box. Tom's going to be there any minute, but my train's been delayed and I won't be there till 5." "Shame..." "Look just give him the message will you Jess? He'll have to find something to keep him entertained till I get there."

Jess crashed the phone back down. Tom was Sarah's long distance boyfriend. He was coming down today from Plymouth and staying till Friday.

Ding Dong.

As the doorbell chimed it seemed to strike a chord in Jess's head, and a wicked idea for getting her own back began to stir.

She jumped off the bed and scampered downstairs to the front door. As her fingers grasped the handle she glanced sideways into the mirror and brushed a few stray dark hairs back into place around her pretty face.

"Tom!" she smiled welcomingly as she pulled open the door. He was cuter than she remembered – five years older than her and much more mature than her eighteen-year-old boyfriends. She didn't know what he was doing with Sarah.

"Hi Jess," he grinned in return and she couldn't help but notice him quickly look her up and down.

"Come in, come in," she beckoned and led him inside the house. She took his bag from him and laid it in the hall, and then helped him off with his coat.

The perfect hostess...

"Sarah called just before you got here," Jess began apologetically. "Unfortunately her train's stuck somewhere and she's not going to be here for ages. Not till 6 at least she said."

Liar liar, pants on fire.

"Oh," Tom replied disappointedly. "Not to worry I suppose."

"Well it's a bit unfair," Jess stirred. "You travel halfway across the country to see her and she can't even be back on time to meet you!"

"That's ok..."

"Well I think it's a bit slack," she said dismissively, "but don't worry, I'll look after you till she gets here."

"Don't worry I'll be..." he began.

"It's my pleasure" she said coyly. "Now you'd probably like a drink after your journey..."

She left him on the sofa with a beer in his hand, and slipped upstairs to change.

***

'He'll have to find something to keep him entertained' Sarah had said... Jess knew just the thing... Her...

She stepped out of her jeans, and pulled her t-shirt over her head.

Just slipping into something more comfortable...

Rummaging through her drawers, Jess searched through her bikinis, looking for the right one. She pulled out a bright yellow one with orange markings. She hadn't worn it for a while because it was a bit small, but it was perfect for today.

Standing in front of the mirror Jess unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts might not have been as large as her sister's but they were beautiful, standing proudly out from her chest. She pulled the bikini up under them and fastened the string around her back.

The result was just what she was after. Her pert tits pressed hard against the flimsy top, which showed plenty of the tops and sides, and left little to the imagination. She changed into the matching bottoms, and tied a sarong around her small waist to complete the effect.

How could he resist?

As Jess re-entered the lounge Tom's eyes widened as he feasted them on her lithe body. She had a pretty good tan and the bikini contrasted nicely with her skin colour. She smiled in satisfaction as his gaze ran down her body over her chest and down her flat stomach, then further down her slim athletic legs.

She bounced onto the sofa beside Tom and laid her head innocently on his shoulder, her hair tickling his cheek. She could feel his body tense slightly at her touch.

"How are you doing Tom?" she asked. "Bored?"

"Well..."

"I thought I'd change and get out in the sun for a bit. Fancy joining me?" She gave him the puppy dog eyes. How could he refuse?

As he followed her outside she wiggled her bum sexily as she walked, and could almost feel his gaze burning into it. She made sure to bend over provocatively and pick up a blanket and sun-cream on the way.

The back garden was small and private, and the sun was warm against her bare skin. Tom sat on the blanket in his shorts and shirt and she sat by him rubbing cream into her tanned legs. His eyes followed her hands as they trailed up and down, and after untying her sarong, she purposefully spent a long time massaging it into her inner thighs.

"Aren't you hot Tom?" she asked.

If he noticed the double entendre he did well to conceal it. "It is pretty warm" he agreed, and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Oh you are hot Tom!" she giggled flirtatiously, and pulled his shirt away from his chest for a quick glimpse! "I can see what Sarah sees in you!" She lay down on her front next to him.

Tom raised his eyebrow curiously, but grinned and slipped his shirt off completely.

"Well I must say you're not bad yourself young Jessica" he teased, again taking the opportunity to strip her with his eyes.

She smiled modestly and looked down. "Well you..." she began but trailed off. "No..."

"What?" Tom asked.

"No, nothing."

"Come on," Tom bit, "what were you going to say?"

"Well..." she bit her lip as if unsure whether to go on. "I was going to say you wouldn't mind if I... if I went... You see I normally take my top off out here so I don't get strap marks..." She flitted her eyes away self consciously.

What an actress.

Tom cleared his throat and tried to keep his composure. It was hard. "No sure that's fine, whatever, do whatever you like." He gabbled.

Jess sat up, catching him by surprise, and pulled the halter over her neck. Then, looking him directly in the eye she slowly reached behind her to undo the knot of her bikini.

As it fell into her lap Tom swallowed hard and his tongue flicked at his lips. His eyes ran across her bare chest and over her nubile breasts, feasting on the smooth skin and dark firm nipples.

"Wow..." he stammered out.

"Oh don't..." Jess tipped her head to one-side. "I know my boobs aren't as big as Sarah's".

"N..no.." Tom managed, "but wow they're fantastic... If you don't mind me saying that is..."

"No... that's ok," she smiled coyly as she reached for the sun-cream.

She sat cross legged and unscrewed the top, it was quite a full bottle and she knew that, so it didn't really need the big squeeze she gave it as she held it in front of her chest.

"Oops!" she gasped as a spray of thick white cream spurted out across her tits. "Now look what I've done."

She thought Tom's eyes would burst from his skull as the sticky white trail ran down into the valley between her firm boobs. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, and then again as her right hand moved up to rub the cream slowly into her skin. Her fingers stroked it into the side of her right breast and then across the front and over the aureole. Her palm rubbed over the smooth skin and then across to her left breast which she cupped as she spread the cream in and rubbed her thumb over the nipple.

Tom gritted his teeth and let out a sigh as he watched this obscene private show. Jess heard his sigh and smiled to herself.

Revenge is going to be sweet.

"Would you do my back?" she asked sweetly.

"Of course," Tom jumped at the opportunity.

Jess leant forward across his thighs, her bare breasts pressing into his lap. Tom could barely believe it, his girlfriend's pretty little sister lying across his lap in nothing but a pair of skimpy bikini bottoms. He picked up the cream and squirted it across her shoulder blades.

Jess smirked. He'd bitten and now there was no going back. He wouldn't be able to resist her now she was sure.

And judging by the hardness pressing against her he didn't want to anyway.

She relaxed her body as his strong hands worked the cream into her skin. It felt good. And for the first time now in this game she began to get aroused herself, thinking about what she was doing.

What she was trying to get him to do to her.

As he finished rubbing her back she rolled over on his thighs and stared up at him. As he looked down at her sexy face her pert breasts pointed up at him and he couldn't resist dropping a hand down to her chest.

"Tom..." she gasped as his fingers ran across her nipple.

"Shit Jess, we shouldn't be doing this," he protested pathetically.

"Doing what?" she giggled as her hand reached under her to his shorts and began to rub at his crotch.

"What if Sarah comes back..." he sighed.

"It's what, 4:30 now? We've got an hour and a half before she'll be home..." Jess lied, knowing all too well that her sister would be back at 5:00.

She knelt up across his lap and pushed him backwards onto the blanket, as her fingers went to the top of his shorts. Tom's protesting faded then and there as she pulled them slowly down under her and off his legs, leaving him naked underneath her.

"Mmmm" she groaned as his hard dick pressed against her bikini-clad crotch.

"Oh yeah..." he moaned back in agreement as she writhed on top of him.

She leaned forward and kissed him forcefully on the lips, and then trailed down to his chest, her hair tickling his skin. As her lips worked down his body Tom lifted his hips in arousal, pressing his dick against her naked tits. It nestled there between them as she kissed at his stomach, and then it was in her hand, and her lips were pressed softly against the tip.

"God Jess..." Tom mumbled.

"Mmmm" was all she could manage as his dick slid between her lips and into her tight mouth. Her tongue worked hard on his shaft as she bobbed her head lower and took as much as she could into her mouth.

Tom was in heaven. Sarah didn't much like giving blowjobs, and would rarely suck his dick, but her cute little sister seemed to delight in it, and he wasn't going to try and stop her.

Jess used her fist to slowly wank him into her mouth as her lips noisily slurped around his dick. He gasped.

She slid him out of her mouth and said arrogantly, "Am I better than her?"

"Oh yeah..." Tom moaned.

He rolled her over onto her back and lay between her legs. It was his turn now to taste her.

"Mmmm Tom," she mewled as he kissed across her flat stomach and down over her bikini bottoms. Gently he slipped the moist material aside and stared at her juicy cunt. She shifted slowly under his gaze and tensed as his finger stroked down the side of her lips.

Tom lowered his head as his finger teased her pussy, and tentatively flicked his tongue across her clit.

"Oh..." she trembled.

He probed harder as she squirmed beneath him and her thighs clamped tightly around his head.

God he knew his stuff, thought Jess as he slipped a finger deep inside her. Sarah had kept that quiet... Her hands stroked the back of his head before moving up her body and caressing her boobs, while all the time his tongue lapped at her cunt.

He lifted his head and kissed her tits lightly, sucking on her small, hard nipples. She groaned again and kissed the top of his head, and then his lips as his head turned to face her.

"Fuck me," she whispered in his ear.

His face was full of lust.

She rolled him over onto his back and straddled him once again. Reaching under her with her hand she found his throbbing dick and pressed it hard against her wet cunt.

They both shook with lust.

"Wait," he said, "I'll get...."

She put a finger to his lips to silence him.

"It's ok... I'm on the pill."

She placed his dick against her and slid down slowly onto her knees, gasping as he sank deep within her.

"Oh god..." he murmured in pleasure. "Sarah never lets me without a condom..."

She raised her hips again and ground her pelvis down against him, loving the feel of his dick inside her. His hands reached up to her face as she bounced on top of him and she sucked seductively at his finger.

She panted with exertion as she fucked herself on his cock and groaned out as his hands left her face and found her up-thrust tits. He rubbed his palms roughly across her nipples and crushed her boobs together hard, cupping one in each hand.

If only sis could see them now...

She would...

Her hair hung across her face as he began to fuck hard against her, and they both grunted out their pleasure. She hoped the neighbours weren't gardening...

Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, she slid from on top of him. He looked up at her in disappointment and she smiled.

"Just moving" she laughed, "don't worry..."

She turned her back on him and knelt down on the grass, falling forward onto her hands and knees. Tom wasted no time as she turned and pouted at him, he knelt up behind her and pressed his dick quickly into her from behind.

"Ungh..." she grunted out as he thrust deeply into her. He was rougher this way and she loved it as he pounded in and out of her. His hand reached round and mauled at her tits and she sank her head submissively into the grass.

"Harder," she gasped out as he fucked against her.

"Whatever... you... say..." Tom breathed out as he began to push into her even harder.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh... ugh... ugh... uh..." she squealed as he took her from behind. It wasn't long she knew, and as much as she wanted to give in to the pleasure she was feeling she needed to keep an eye out...

Tom wasn't going to last much longer though she knew, she could feel his dick throbbing inside her tight cunt and his breathing was more and more laboured as he thrust into her.

And then it was time. From her position bent over on the ground she saw her sister come through the front door of the house. It would only be a few more seconds till she saw them through the window.

And Tom was almost there...

"Cum in my face," she gasped out at him.

"What?" he stammered.

"I want you to cum in my face," she panted.

Tom didn't need asking again, he pulled out of her and with little care spun her round till his dick was bobbing in front of her.

As Sarah entered the kitchen her eyes widened as through the window she saw her naked boyfriend jerking his dick frantically in her little sister's upturned face.

Oblivious, Tom was in heaven as Jess gazed sexily up at him, batting her long eyelashes and awaiting his facial.

"Oh... here... it... comes," he grunted out as he wanked his cock inches from her little button nose.

"Uhhh..." Jess moaned as his first jet of cum gushed across her face. She blushed deeply as the warm sticky fluid splashed over her cheeks.

Sarah burst through the back door just in time to see Tom's second shot spurt across her sister's lips and in her hair. Jess looked her way cheekily with her boyfriend's cum running down her face. Tom followed her gaze, and as he caught sight of his girlfriend the last of his cum sprayed out across Jess's pert tits. She smiled in satisfaction before collapsing back onto the grass.

Even...

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Intended as a one off, but if there's any interest (email / comments to londoner247@hotmail.co.uk) I might continue it. Hope you liked it.

In Times Past

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The year does not matter. When one is fourteen, nothing much matters except being fourteen and enjoying to the full, those opportunities that life deems worthy of your participation in, at that precise moment in time.

So it was, that fate that morning should have tossed Marion clean across the footpath right in front of me on my way to school. Not that she was overweight in any way I stress, she simply slipped on the icy footpath, sprawling face-downwards into quite deep snow. The least I could do was pick her up.

Now when one loses one’s footin

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g, leading to the humiliation of falling over, and especially in the case of a female, this detracts totally from any sense of outer elegance, denting entirely the victim’s dignity. In falling, her legs had splayed outwards and a momentary glimpse of some light-colored material beneath the gusset of her winter stockings had worked its unavoidable retinal magic. As I hooked my arm beneath hers in an effort to pull her to her feet, she reacted as one might expect a young school-girl to, thus affronted.

"It’s OK, I’m fine thank you," she gritted, seemingly less than grateful for my intercession.

In falling, her satchel had slipped from her shoulders and now lay upturned in the snow which itself lay feet deep, drifted up against the school chain-wire fence. Dislodged from the confines of their leather protector, books, set squares, geometry equipment and her pencil-set were now strewn around her, their final resting places identified by multiple holes in the snow. In hindsight, the scene was not unlike the Titanic wreckage field. Retrieving her possessions in near silence, it was a case of neither of us knowing really what to say.

Handing over her protractor, the last escapee, Marion half smiled.

"Thanks," she said "Sorry I was a bit gruff just now, I was really embarrassed." I wondered for a moment if that included my up-skirt viewing option.

"Oh, that’s alright," I replied. "I’ve never seen you at school, what class are you in? …..I’m Noel by the way." I added.

Shaking gloved hands she told me her name and confided that it was in fact her first day there, having transferred from Dartford Grammar. I had to suppress a grin, our soccer team having crunched the Dartford "invincibles" 5-nil the previous weekend.

It wasn’t until we actually had gotten to school and had stowed our gear in the lockers that I was privileged to catch a glimpse of the real Marion, sans her winter outerwear, gloves, scarf and hat. It was worth the wait.

Laughably inexperienced and with all the predatorial instincts of Bambi, I still could recognise a sexy young body when I saw one…..and right then, I was definitely looking at one. Slim-hipped but with curves in all the right places, those bright blue eyes looked across the hallway at me from the prettiest of heart-shaped faces. A flawless complexion and full "why-not-try-me-now?" lips certainly dropped my anchor. I think I was in love with her before recess. Judging by several other boys’ double-takes however, I certainly wasn’t going to be having this all my own way. I figured I would keep one step ahead of the herd though and asked her if she would like to see me at lunch time. I think I noticed the beginnings of a blush. At least, I like to think I did!

I couldn’t tell you what I had to eat that day but I remember with undiminished recall every last detail of that lunch period.

Marion, having been billeted to 3B (British equivalent of 9th grade) whilst I was resident in 3A meant that we were unable to sit at the same table. Didn’t stop me from looking across at her in-between mouthfuls though. I was encouraged by the fact that she was sharing her table with seven other girls however, rather than mixed company.

Now the canteen in that school was colossal. One supposes that having to cater for almost seven hundred kids in two sittings, it had to be. We’re not talking prison food either. Steaming hot Shepherd’s pie, the width of the plate with vegetables, heated rolls with cheese followed by rhubarb or apple pie with as much fresh cream as you could take on board, together with just about any soft drink you care to name – and that was a bad day. You paid nothing for it either!

I think it had been a roast chicken Tuesday. Shuffling now the remnants of my dessert around the plate, I noticed Marion about to get up. Informing the dorky sixth-form prefect at the head of our table that I had some assignment to complete, he waved me free to leave.

I already had a spot picked out.

At the northern end of one of the three enormous playgrounds, right alongside the tennis courts, sat the largest of oak trees that had probably been there when Oliver Cromwell was a lad. Around its huge base someone had thoughtfully constructed a circular seating arrangement that could probably have housed twenty children shoulder to shoulder. As it was, there was rarely ever more than half a dozen schoolkids clustered around that tree at any one time. On this day, there was no-one.

The air freezing but invigorating, I see it all now as clearly as I did that day. The great tree denuded of its leaves but with snow piled-up thickly at the confluence of its upper boughs. Icicles hanging like stalactites from the roofs of the Assembly Hall and Science block away to our left. Someone had painted the most beautiful vanilla sky also, that hung over the distant playing fields while more snow clouds were obviously building up in the east.

As Marion talked I just looked at her. I could see the gentlest of curves beneath her woollen jumper and as she moved her arms to emphasise a point once in a while, their presence would be highlighted. I tried shifting my focus of concentration but at the back of my mind was the sexual awakening I had experienced with Ruth just eighteen months earlier and I simply wanted now to see Marion undressed. I think my hands betrayed my physical unrest and how sweet was the feeling when she took them in hers as she talked. So wide was the gulf at that moment between a young girl on the very fringes of maturity and a fourteen year old schoolboy with absolutely no control of either his emotions or his dictatorial hormonal urges.

I have no idea whether the afternoon’s concluding periods included, Latin, Chemistry or French…all I remember are successive teachers shouting out "Pay Attention Noel," their pleas falling on majorly distracted ears.

When the final bell sounded at 4.10. p.m darkness had fallen and I walked Marion to her bus stop, pointing out on the way my own home, not so very distant. I asked if she would like to come over at the weekend maybe. Her reply of "I’ll have to ask my dad," was all I needed to hear. Obviously she wanted to.

In contrast to the laissez-faire if not fully unhinged social dictates of the new millennium, fathers of small children and especially young girls in those days, had a keen interest in "sizing up" the family environment whenever any offer was made for a son or daughter to "come over" for a while. Before relinquishing the reins in any shape or form, at the very least, a phone call would be made to determine the family’s suitability to host their child for even the shortest of periods.

Despite passing the preliminaries, Mr Cardiff was adamant he wanted to "meet" me before granting his daughter leave to visit. Accordingly my father agreed to pick her up the following Saturday morning at which time I might be "evaluated."

I had never been so well behaved.

At the point I heard Marion’s mother whisper to her husband "He’s such a nice boy Arthur," I figured I was on easy street. If only she could have known some of the thoughts I was having, looking at her daughter standing there in those figure hugging jeans. More than likely Mr Cardiff already knew. He was staring at me, such as one might ponder a squashed ant.

"We want her back no later than 9 p.m. sharp, alright?" he barked. Dad assured him he would have her home on time.

I was luckier than most.

Our home, being adjacent to a huge park had meant that never in all my childhood had their ever been a shortage of options when friends came over. Every holiday the enormous fairground set-up camp just a ten-minute walk from our rear fence, straight through the forest. Miniature train rides, large well-equipped playground, tennis courts, the Mansion House with its tea-rooms and lavish museum of middle-age weaponry. in Summer, firework displays and the motor boats and skiffs on the lake. Beautiful Olde English gardens to walk through and of course the enormous public swimming center with four separate pools and a refreshment kiosk that doubled as a ball room.

Mid-winter and with the great lake frozen over, kids would spend hours ice skating. It was to this very venue that I took Marion after she had dumped her stuff in our hallway and following our ingestion of a few ham, cheese and cress sandwiches that my parents had kindly provided.

Rugged-up to the max, we could probably have made a decent assault on Everest. One of so many pairs and family groups there that afternoon, just being with her was all I wanted. She clung to my coat-sleeve as I pulled her relentlessly towards the tiny island, now ice-locked center lake, which in summer so many young couples would row out to, for a brief romantic interlude.

As my pace quickened, I unfortunately discovered that my co-ordination skills were not on a par with my directional inertia, resulting in a folding of my lower limbs and the direct placement of my rear-end on the ice. It was also brought to bear that I had no ready-made braking system to hand and was otherwise still travelling at a healthy rate of knots. Marion, in attempting to avoid my ankles, orchestrated her second collapse of the week and lying atop me now was laughing and giggling hysterically. With those wonderfully soft and pliant lips but inches from mine, I kissed her. She stopped laughing!

At the conclusion of a late supper, there was time for little more than a TV show before we had to take her home. Sitting in the back seat, I caught my father’s smile in the rear-vision mirror, as I captured one further kiss just as we negotiated Marion’s driveway. It was 9 p.m. on the dot.

It was to be a further fortnight before she was able to come over again and had Mr and Mrs Cardiff been forewarned of the circumstances to be played-out that afternoon, I would have been welcomed at their front door with an electric cattle prod, if not a double-gauge shotgun. Probably both!

Dad should never have bequeathed me that bedroom – by far the largest room in the house. Now in normal circumstances, the least responsible of parents would think twice about allowing their son to take a fourteen-year old girl upstairs alone to his bedroom for hours un-supervised. Like I would have ever permitted such license towards any of my three daughters? The fact is though, it was rather more than a bedroom. More of a lounge/study really, with a fold-out day and night. The room contained my work desk, and with its own television and stereo system, doubled as an entertainment center, even a small museum of sorts with glass cabinets all around the room, containing artifacts and treasures I had collected since early childhood. With its own intimate gas-heating also, It was always hard getting friends and acquaintances to go home!.

The Saturday in question, Marion and I had walked up to the High Street, but eight minutes distant, checking out the record stores, having sodas in the ice-cream parlor and just strolling around the shops. Not five minutes after we returned home, some friends of the family turned up unexpectedly and forthwith commandeered the main lounge which left us with little or no privacy.

"Would you mind if we go up to my room for a while dad?" I asked hopefully. Never for one moment expecting him to agree, I was staggered when he replied , "Sure kid, I’m sure you two have something better to do with yourselves than hang around us adults." My mother however, more alert to the ways of the young male evidently, shot me a glance. "Just behave yourselves up there." I think I noticed out of the corner of my eye, a smile playing around dad’s lips and a blush forming near Marion’s. Inside, I was performing high fives.

I had no choice but to behave myself as it turned out. So interested was Marion in all my treasures and collectables, I spent the first three-quarters of an hour answering questions and showing her various exhibits. Then she wanted to play records, I was beginning to think this hadn’t been such a hot idea after all. By the time "Are You Lonesome Tonight?" dropped for its fourth play I was beginning to wish Elvis had never been born. I figured I would break the monotony and asked her if she’d like a Coke.

When I got back to my room, Marion was standing over at the huge bay window, which offered up a panoramic vista of the rear garden, the dense forest beyond and the gentle undulations of the parkland east of our fenced border. Most of the snow had melted and though still freezing cold, everything was picturesque in its wintry solitude.

"You are so lucky," she whispered, "No one else has anything like this to look out at. My little bedroom just looks over other people’s boring rear gardens."

She was right of course, I had known that since I could first see over my high-chair. She was standing there hands free at her side, her hair just curling softly at the nape of her neck. I stood behind her, simply encircled her waist with my arms. I knew she could feel my breath on her neck because she put her hands on top of mine and hugged them tighter. A fair bit shorter than me, I could see over her shoulder the curve of her young breasts clearly now and it would have been so easy to cup them and then squeeze them softly but I was little more than a child myself….my technique would doubtless have amounted to little more than an indelicate mauling. Anything more forward than a kiss was going to have to be at her own instigation.

I let her go so we could drink our Cokes. We sat on the day and night and I seem to remember having so much trouble with my hands – trying to control them that is. At the point she turned her pretty face towards me I just kissed her and for the longest time, I just allowed myself the luxury of contact with those wonderfully soft lips. I think my motor sensory systems were shutting down one by one – I wouldn’t even have fancied my chances if the entire ground-floor had been alight.

"Are You Lonesome Tonight?" was long finished and with no likelihood of being replayed for quite a while. At the point I realised Marion had a hold of my hand and was holding it flat up against her left breast I needed little further encouragement. So yielding and warm there, I squeezed the softness enclosed in my palm which only served to make her kiss me more passionately. I shifted my hand to the other side and began fondling her with quite some dexterous passion of my own. During this phase both of us had slipped further down the couch and Marion was almost on her back. Slipping my hand up beneath her jumper took us both to the next level.

She emitted a couple of "Ohhhs" as my hands sought to cross the borderline between soft curvy skin and what lay beneath the edge of her flimsy little bra. I knew little about erect nipples but those that I found that afternoon were the catalysts for the most exciting and arousing of times I had ever known. With growing confidence, I began pulling her nipples gently and the effect on Marion was dynamic. Lots of moans of (as I know now of course) pleasure and the onset of her wriggling her hips noticeably.

Almost supine now and with a healthy few inches of midriff visible, Marion presented as teasing a profile as any fourteen year old boy has likely encountered. Pausing only for breath, we were still kissing in anything but moderation and with an enticing "tunnel" now visible between her jeans and her lower abdomen, I slipped my hand down inside the forbidden zone. This did cause a reaction!

"Nooo, not there," she pleaded, tugging my hand out. Obviously she hadn’t heard of the old maxim, "If at first you don’t succeed…." Thinking to launch a major counter offensive, I kissed her for a bit more….fondled her breasts until she was nudging white-line fever, then recommenced my lower-abdominal activities. On a trajectory that took me beneath the elastic of her panties on my first incursion, I found my hand in a world of hairy softness before Marion could react.

More cries of "Noooo, please not inside my knickers," but so half-hearted were they, her grip on my arm was lessening even as my fingers reached her hot little pussy.

Now this really was education plus! Eighteen months ago I had learned the ins and outs as it were with Ruth, but eighteen months makes for a remarkable difference. I knew what I was doing this time. Pushing two fingers inside, I felt her shudder partly because of her obviously intact hymen and partly because I suspect this was her first ever penetration.

"Just be careful…please," she whispered, nuzzling up to me and obviously clearing the playing board for a completely new game.

"What if we just unfold my bed?" I asked her…well, she didn’t say no at least"

I had the thing pulled apart in milliseconds. Had her under the covers even quicker.

Covered, she let me undress her just as quickly as I could …well all but her panties that is. Fascinated me watching her undo her tiny bra. Like most young girls they don’t mind so much showing off their new and developing breasts but anything south of the belly button is not for easy display. Didn’t bother me I have to say, so long as I had digital access I wasn’t complaining.

We must have spent more than forty minutes ‘experimenting.’ Her breasts she let me do most anything with. Pulling them, rubbing them and best of all, suckling them until my mouth ran dry with excitement. Marion was not even averse to tugging down the covers and letting me just look at her topless and believe me, that in itself beat the hell out of playing Monopoly.

Things were not exactly in remission over on the Western front either. More than aware quite obviously, of the biggest erection I had ever had, I was somewhat keen you might understand to address the problem. Whilst trying to pull her panties down a few minutes later, as she giggled arousingly, my erection brushed up against her hips. I heard her gasp "That’s naughty!!’ I had every intention of being naughtier.

Fully undressed myself I wasn’t expecting her to do what she did. As a cool girlish hand took a hold of my erection I almost passed-out with pleasure.

"Do you like me doing that?" she whispered.

"As much as you like this," I answered, rubbing my fingers the length of her pussy and pushing in a little as I did so. I felt her legs spread apart and saw now what I would later have recognised as "urgency" in her expression. I pulled her on top of me, her breasts flush up against my chest and our genitals together. I don’t know what it felt like to her, but to me, this was heaven beyond my wildest dreams.

After a few minutes of this frictionalised arousal my erection was pressing hard up against her outer lips. More than once I had felt her own hand up between her legs. Would have been years before I realised why!

"We can’t make love Noel," she murmured, "I’m still a virgin and anyway, you could get me pregnant."

Get her pregnant? Right at that moment, that was the least I’d like to have done to her.

I had to relieve myself – that much was beyond question. It was just then I realised that with all the wriggling about we’d been doing, the head of my erection was but a few inches from the entrance to her vagina. She must surely have realised that my hands having a free rein across the soft expanse of her sexy little bottom were gradually re-aligning perspectives and it was no accident that my erection "slipped" suddenly upwards into the most delicate of ingresses.

"Noo, nooo," she cried out softly, shaking her head but making no attempt to move off me. I figured this was the ideal time to kiss her long and hard. Barely able to make headway because of the natural barrier, I was doing it tough. Marion I suspect was doing it tougher.

"We have to stop," she pleaded. All I could see was the light stuck on green. Turning Marion over on her back I got on top of her and would probably have ended up in Juvenile Court had not a series of knocks at the bedroom door put paid to my new-found manliness.

"Noel, can I come in please?"

If nothing else, mom’s timing was impeccable as always.

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Bright eyes

blueshark on Sex Stories

When I was new with North and Walker I was kind of shy.  I didn't know what it meant to design someone's financial future and wanted to learn from everyone before I opened my mouth and looked the fool.   Most of the associates were far more experienced than I was and for the most part, I just wanted to fit in.

In the middle of my second week, an associate that had been on vacation came back to the office.  Sandy sauntered in about noon with a swagger that made me think she was one of the partners.  She had a tremendous smile and the look of a powerful woman.  I could tell that my penis could also see how attractive she was, as it started to take
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notice and steel some of the blood from my brain.

Sandy walked from our bosses office straight to my little shabby desk in the back.  Her eyes looked me up and down as she approached.  Once she arrived at my desk she prolcaimed who she was and how things were going to go.

"I am Sandy, you are Mitch.  I am going to turn you into a winner like me so I can get my partnership and you can make a lot of money.  How does that sound?"

God I was weak in the knees.  Her hands were soft and hot as we shook.  Her perfum filled my brain and her tight sweater absorbed my eyes.  I couldn't think, let alone speak when I heard myself saying, "I like your shoes."

Duh, what the fuck was that?  I like your shoes?  They did make her legs look lucious though.  The four inch heels caused her calfs to buldge, and the leather strap around her ankle made me think of how much I wanted to bind her to my beadposts.  I guess I did like her shoes.

"Thanks, you are not gay are you?"


"No, why?"


"Never mind, lets get to work."


Sandy and I had worked together for a while now.  We became close when she had her share of 'personal' troubles and I was the friend she needed.  Her bright blue eyes had been the reason I liked her so much.   When she shared her stories, and her eyes would well up with tears, they became as blue as the ocean on a sunny day.  We would talk, I would make her laugh and together we would vow not to have another marriage or serious relationship.


I am single and she became single so it would figure that we would spend time together.  She was from a blue blood family in the east and I am a simple man living at the base of the rockies, but we found a friendship.  I would bring my lunch and make enough for her to share, even though I never said that was why I brought so much food.  I just liked her.  If you asked me why I liked her so much, it would be very hard for me to give you a truthful reason.  Maybe she reminded me of my ex, maybe it was because she is so sexy and I am very much a man.  Maybe it was because she is such an amazing woman.


For months we bantered and flirted, laughing and deepening our friendship.  We hadn't kissed or even shared a shoulder massage, but often when we were looking at a project together, she would press her firm breasts against my arm or my shoulder if she was looking over me.  I often noticed her eyeing my crotch and she, more than once caught me looking down her blouse.  I was usually looking at the curve of her coller bone, or the gentle sallow of her neck but she would blush.  I think she believed I was trying to see her full breasts.  I mused that she was about a C cup, but I was more interested in her soft skin and very shaped ass.


After all that time of heating one another up and playing with sexual inuendo, we started this foolish ritual of hugging tightly after we would close a deal together.  It was a firm embrace, like a hard high five and it would only last for a second or two.  We worked hard, made some money and then a mutual bear hug.  Looking back, it was our immature way of being close to one another, but sometimes fear is as strong as passion.


For weeks we worked on the MacMillian proposal.  It was a grind but when we finally got the yes, late on a Friday afternoon, I was ready for my hug.  Sandy gave me that goofy smile she had just before she blasted me with her body and squeezed me tightly, but then she stopped.  Her smile changed to one of admiration and her sea blue eyes stared straight through me.   Her left hand found the side of my neck and her right hand found the small of my back.  She gently pulled me close to her and nuzzled her face into my neck.  I could feel her hot breath against my skin as her strong fingers dug into my body.  I swear she moaned quietly.


Sandy and I held eachother for what seemed hours.  I squeezed her as tightly as she was holding on to me when I felt my cock begin to harden against her flat belly.  Her breath was deeper and stronger against my neck when her hand slid down, passed my wallet and on to my tight ass.  God I wanted her now.


My hand caressed her hair, running my fingers against her scalp and down to her shoulders when her lips found my cheek.  I could feel that she was lending me the weight of her body and I was doing my best to hold on to her as we began to realize how much we wanted to be together.


"Mitch....can we do this?"


"Sandy, I want to take you for a drink and we can sort this out.  Sound ok?"


"Yes"
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With the bars crowded and the air too cold to be outside, we went to her house.  I un-corked a very nice Merlot as she found us a nice CD to listen to.  Sandy had removed her shoes and sat on her sofa when I brought the drinks.

"So what in the hell do you think that was back there Mitch?"

"San, I think you and I have been working so closely and we see things so much the same, we feel attracted to one another."

While I was waiting for some confirmation or acceptance of what our friendship may becoming she blurted out, "No I mean, my god how big is that cock of yours that was sticking me in the belly button?  Do you have relatives that were ponies?", she said while laughing very hard.

I was speechless and turned on and embarressed and hoping the buzz of the wine would kick in.  "Um, Yea the way you held me caused it, so it is your fault I guess."

"Then let me see it.", Sandy boldly said.

"Are you really sure?", I said hoping she was.  The head of my cock was now full, wanting her to see, touch and enjoy all of it.  I was hoping I wasn't dreaming and that our friendship was open enough to deal with what might happen next.

As Sandy nodded, I un-buttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and began to take my self from my boxers when she stepped forward and pressed her lips to mine.  Her warm skin pushed into me and her slender fingers found their way to the elastic of my boxers.  Our tongues touched for the first time.  My body felt eletric......

Damn, got to get to work.  Should I write more?  let me know

Drunk Honeymoon

pattie216 on Sex Stories

My name's Cindy, I'm 34, married with 2 kids. I've got DD tits and a pretty good fiure for a 34 year old, I like to think my legs and ass are still great for my age. I'm married to John, who's 35, the perfect husband, also in great shape, with good strong arms and an excellent body. Recently, however, our marriage had stagnated a little, things weren't quite so good in the bedroom and John suggested a second honeymoon would do us both good.

I agreed to a night away in a 5 star hotel in Paris, the most romantci destination we could think of.

The day before we went away I shopping with my sister, Lucy, who is 30. She's single, but with a different man every week. IO bought a low cut, short cocktail dress, two new mini skirts and a selection of lingerie. I bought a silk bra and

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pantie set, a babydoll and a suspender set in Ann Summers and I felt I was pretty ready for our weekend away.

We arrived in Paris in the early afternoon and spent the day sightseeing. It was really pretty dull but I kept showing John my panties to get him excited for the night.

As night fell we went back to the hotel and I put on my miniskirt and a tight top as well as my silk bra and panties. John was wearing jeans and a casual shirt. We decided to go around the city visiting different pubs and clubs and get a little drunk.

The first pub we arrived in was great and I had a few WKD's, the second club I had a pint of beer and by the third club I was feelig a littel buzzed. John bought me a vodka coke and I went up to the bar for another while he danced. I was approached by a blond guy, about 25. "Hey babe," he said "want to go outside) he winked at me.

My pulse began to race, would I dare to cheat on my husband. At the end of the day I was really to drunk to care and I followed him out back. He started kissing me and put his hand up my skirt, I moaned as he felt my pussy. He pulled my panties down and forced his huge cock inside me, I screamed with pleasure and we fucked against the wall.

I got back to John pretty buzzed and asked him for a whiskey, which he bought me. I had another and then another and by the time closing time came I was pretty pissed. I bought a bottle of wine before the bar closed and we left to start to go back to the hotel.

We hadn't enough money for a cab so we walked, I was drinking the wine and staggering along, crashing into bins and lamposts and so on. John was pretty drunk too and he kept slapping my ass and saying "You're so fucking sexy" over and over again.

I was almost finished the wine when he spanked me again and I fell over. I screamed with hysterical laughter as I lay on the ground and tried to get up, I couldn't so I started crawling along, my skirt up around my waist. John tickled me and a screamed with laughter and pissed myself, I couldn't stop laughing at this and John eventually picked me up and draped my arm around his shoulders Together we staggared back to the hotel.

We got into the room and John said "you drunk little bitch" and pushed me onto the bed and started undressing me. I managed to grab the champagne bseide the bed and open it. I started drinking it as John plunged his cock into me "YES!" I screamed "Fuck me you sexy bastard"

"You like that do you bitch?" he asked as he turned me over and spanked me ass. "Fuck yes!" I yelled

I mounted him and bounced up and down on his cock, still drinking my champagne "Oh fuck!" he moaned "this is so fucking good!"

"shut up" I yelled before laughing hysterically. I jumped on him again and he pounded my pussy. By  this stage I was drunk out of my mind and I screamed as he off loaded into me"FUCK YES, FUCK YES, FUCK YES! Fuck me you sexy bastard" before I fell asleep

We woke up the next day with hugh hangovers, stayed in bed all day having sex and then did it again the next night. I hope we have another weekend away soon!

One Flew Over

mrbones on Sex Stories



The
night was warm and balmy, one of those nights when you could have a window open
to take advantage of any faint breeze. She lay on the bed staring at the
ceiling. All she could hear was his gentle breathing next to her. The heat of
the night had caused her to throw off all the covers. She could smell the
perfume from the garden waft in on the warm air. She found it all very sensual,
she stirred and looked across at him and let her eyes wander up and down his
naked body. Aroused she lent across and took his limp penis and drew back his
foreskin. She took him into her mouth, sucking gently; with great skill and
technique her tongue cajoled his sleeping penis to an erection. He mumbled
something

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incoherent as she continued her stimulations. It never ceased to amaze her how this part of
the male animal was always ready long before their brains kicked in. His eyes
were just flickering open as she straddled him. His bleary eyes took a while to
focus on her smiling face. “Morning “ She said in a sexy, husky voice. Before
he could reply she had steered his rampant phallus into her pussy and sliding
gently down its length. “Oh god “he sang out. She was in full control, riding
up and down adjusting the rhythm pleasuring her self on his ever-stiffening
penis. He was fully awake now, synchronising his thrust with her movements. He
reached up and cupped her undulating breasts. He caressed and massaged them,
stimulating her nipples between his finger and thumbs. All her senses were on
fire pulled tight like a piano string. She had started her ogasmic journey
along the stream; up ahead she could see and hear the water going over the
falls. She was so near the edge the anticipation was fantastic .On the bed she
threw her arms behind her, arched her back and rode him harder. For him, his
penis was engulfed in a warm, moist velvety glove that would contract around
his length giving him the most delicious sensations. He too was reaching the
point of no return as she continued to slide up and down his penis. She was on
the brink, the water surging passed, pushing towards the torrent. Then she went
over lost in the maelstrom of fizzing water, lost to the world. She was
deafened by the crashing flow. On the bed she let out a cry “fucking yes” she
tossed her head from side to side and licked her dry lips. “Way to go” she
cooed. His climax had happened right on cue as she cried out, it felt like the
head of his member would explode as her pussy tightened around him and at last
he released his seed into her wetness. She slumped down on top of him spent of
energy. He could feel her still erect nipples on his chest. Still coupled they
turned onto their side.“ That, was one hell of away to say good morning,” He
whispered. “Well, you did say that you wanted to be up early, well you have” she
giggled. They lay cuddling and both drifted back to sleep.



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She was the
first to wake in the morning. Rising from the bed she pulled on a thigh length
dressing gown, her long sun tanned legs contrasting the pastel yellow garment.
She made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. It was a welcoming room,
light and airy. The window by the sink fed light into the room, giving a
pleasant morning glow. She busied herself making a pot of tea and loaded up the
toaster with bread. She was standing at the sink looking out into the garden;
she became aware of him just before he touched her. His arms came around her
from behind; they caressed her breasts through the dressing gown. She didn’t
turn to face him, but just allowed her body to relax into him .He planted delicate
kisses on the nape of her neck causing her to sigh a little. Pulling the tie
cord of her gown he slippped it off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the
floor. She could feels his hardness in the small of her back, she slowly turned
to face him their eyes met, his rugged look and deep blue eyes took her breath
away. He was standing naked before her, his skin was tight and the torso was
well defined. Their lips met in a slow passionate kiss, he allowed just the tip
of his tongue to explore the tip of hers, and the sensation was electric. They
held the embrace for what appeared to be ages; he kissed and tasted her lips
whilst he explored her pussy with his fingers. There were firecracker going off
in her head, she had adjusted her stance to help his exploratory digits and was
beginning to moan softly as her clitoris was manipulated expertly. Then gently
he steered her over to the kitchen table where he laid her on her back. As he
stood between her legs, one draped over the table edge with her foot on the
floor whilst the other leg was lifted over onto his broad shoulder. She didn’t
say a word; her eyes had a far away look, as he continued to finger her.
However she could see his cock now in all its rampant glory, it was obviously
eager to start its work as she saw it twitch up and down. He finally withdrew
his fingers from her moist pussy, he pulled her towards him slightly, and
slowly his stiff veiny cock slid into her pussy. Now her firecrackers really
went, as she cussed and moaned. She had to hold onto the edge of the table as
his now slippery member was flashing in and out of her. His increased stroke
speed was incredible she had never been fucked so hard and fast before.
“Fucking hell!” she thought. “This is b-l-o-o-d-y g-r-e-a-t.” Soon she would be
heading down that river, swept away in its crashing water. His stamina was
fantastic after many minutes his rhythm hadn’t abated. He had always lusted
after her, this tall blonde, with those legs that go on forever. His eyes
feasted on her pert upturned breasts especially now as they moved up and down
in sympathy with his exertions, her nipples were tracing out circles with the
energy he was imparting. Still he carried on pumping his meat into her, for her
part she was lost in an orgasm-enriched paradise. For his part he wanted to
last as long as he could, he wanted to shag her silly. He had already
masturbated that morning, he had no intention of climaxing to early, He
adjusted his position so that he could lift her other leg onto his vacant
shoulder, then he pushed her legs forward towards her head then resume his
previous pace, this was going to be his last effort. So he really went for it,
straining to get his last ounce of pleasure for both of them. At the point of
no return five extended thrusts gave the satisfaction he was looking for, his
seed flowed freely, spurting forth to fill her pussy. He quickly withdrew his
throbbing cock then walks around the table and allowed the last drops of semen
to fall on her breasts and face as he masturbated over her. She just lay there
in her naked beauty a smile played around the corners of her mouth, it felt
like her whole soul was vibrating, she was warm, she was glowing. He had
already put his dressing gown back on and he brought hers to her. He smiled at
her, bent over and kissed her tenderly, her body still tried to respond. He
pulled away from her “Do you know you are the most fantastic woman.” And with
that he left the room. She stood up on unsteady legs, whilst she struggled to
pull on her dressing gown, after regaining some composure she made her way over
to the sink, where she dabbed her face with a damp tissue. The pot of tea had
gone cold; so she discharged the contents down the sink and flicked the kettle
back on to re-boil. A suited figure suddenly appeared at the doorway “Hi honey
I’ll just have a mug of tea today, I’m running a bit late “ He said placing his
brief case under the table. She smiled “Ok dear, if you’re sure” She replied
with just the right amount of concern. He produced a diary from his case and
waved it in the air “I’ve a meeting with the big boss today, so I can’t be late
today of all days” He said tapping the diary to indicate its importance. She
served the tea, which he downed quickly itching to be away. On his way out he
turned and said “ Could you apologise to Sam for me, I jumped into the shower
first today. He seemed a bit put out, actually
he looked absolutely fucked this morning. With the warm glow between her legs
still rampant she thought ‘ I know exactly how he feels, I was fucked
absolutely!’



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First Time Masseuse

tynte159 on Sex Stories

 
       
        

      My name is Michelle and at 32 years young, I had come to the conclusion
      that my marriage and life were in a rut, although I dearly loved my
      husband Tom, he had absolutely no ambition in life, and this was reflected
      by his efforts in the bedroom.

      I desperately needed to find something to lift me to a more fulfilling way
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e myself means to carry out my ambitions I
      needed to find myself a job, but what. I had married young and had
      received no worthwhile employment experiences, after searching through the
      vacancy columns for days I found that it was not going to be easy to find
      something that would allow me to move into a better lifestyle.

      Weeks passed, frustration at my inability to find a job was beginning to
      set in. I had almost given up on finding something suitable, and then I received a
      call from Sandra, a friend of several years inviting me for coffee.

      We had not seen each other for some time and while reminiscing,
      I admitted how frustrated I was with my life. Sandra was not at all
      surprised by this and went on to tell how she had been through the same
      sort of thing a couple of years ago. She blew me away by telling how she had
      started working as a tantric therapist.  She told how she had come to really
      enjoy the work, how it had given her new found financial freedom. This
      revelation started to intrigue me and I pressed her to tell me more.

      Sandra had started working at a private studio, in a ritzy suburb in
      downtown Auckland, she provided nude massages, with hand relief. Her
      clientele were generally well-healed businessmen, willing to pay well for
      a sensuous session.

      Sandra asked if I would be interested in maybe doing some part time work,
      I thought for a moment, but had to say that I thought that I would not be
      able to take my clothes off in front of a stranger, let alone massage him
      and give him a hand job. She said don't say no right away, but think it
      over. Think about the rewards, the independence it would give me.

      After several days of agonising over Sandra's proposition I decided that I
      needed to stop being a wimp and take the chance if I was to break out of
      the rut. I called Sandra and she suggested that come to work with her the
      next day and check things out, to which I agreed.

      That night all sorts of things went around in my head, I was sure that my
      husband Tom was aware that something was amiss, but he said nothing.

      The morning arrived and it was a beautiful sunny day, which I thought had
      to be a good omen. I put on my best Victoria Secrets lingerie, nice lacy
      half cup bra; with french style high cut panties, garter belt and white
      stockings. I felt really good about myself as I checked out my image in
      the mirror. I had arranged to meet Sandra at the clinic, on the drive over
      I began to have second thoughts about what I was getting myself into, but
      before I knew it I as at the address she had given me, and too late to
      chicken out as Sandra was waiting for me in her car, she jumped out on
      seeing me and gave me a big hug, saying how pleased that I had come.

      From the outside the clinic looked no different from the other expensive
      looking houses in the street, We went inside and I was pleasantly
      surprised at the tasteful decor and ornate furniture in the reception
      area, where Suzette, the receptionist for the day, greeted us. Sandra gave
      me a brief tour of the house, but had to cut it short because she had a
      client arriving shortly. The house had four massage rooms, all with proper
      massage tables, they were decorated in soothing pastel colours and had
      candles and incense burners lit. A futon couch was in one corner of the
      room while in the other was a big comfortable chair, I later discovered
      that the futon doubled as a fold out bed!

      Sandra suggested that the best and easiest way to get comfortable with the
      work would be for me to watch her with her first client of the day if he
      was agreeable. We went back to the reception area to find that 'Fred' her
      first for the day was waiting, I found myself giving him the once over, he
      was about forty, quite tall and well proportioned. Sandra sidled up beside
      him and whispered in his ear, this brought a grin to his face. I'll never
      know what she said to Fred but he just nodded and with that she took both
      our hands and led us off to her massage room.

      It was obvious that Fred was one of her regular clients by the way they
      chatted on the way. Upon entering the room she gave Fred what I thought to
      be a fairly intimate kiss, then led him away to shower. When she returned
      she suggested that if I was comfortable enough, I strip to my underwear,
      while she gave Fred his massage. Well I had come this far it seemed silly
      to back out now. Fred returned shortly with a towel wrapped around his
      waist, I could see that he must work out regularly as his physique was
      very good, he threw his towel over the chair and lay face down on the
      table, meanwhile Sandra had disrobed and was now ready to begin the
      massage.

      Watching Sandra applying oil to this naked man by using her hands and
      upper torso had a strange effect on me, I thought I should have felt
      differently from the way I did and I can't explain it but I felt a
      stirring in my inner self. By the time she asked Fred to roll over I was
      beginning to feel dampness between my legs. Whether it was the sight of a
      naked man or watching him run his hands over my friend's naked body I'm
      not sure, but it was having a pleasant affect on me.

      Fred by this time had become very aroused on was displaying an erection
      most men would be proud of. After using her hands, forearms and breasts to
      massage for what seemed an eternity Sandra proceeded to the foot of the
      table and climbed up, kneeling over Fred she "time for my famous body
      slide". This involved her sliding her body sensuously up and down Fred's
      torso. First she used her breasts to good effect on Fred's already
      straining erection, then up over his chest and up to his face. Pausing she
      allowed him to first lick, and then suck her nipples. They both started
      making soft noises that left me with no doubt that they were extremely
      excited.

      While this was going on Fred had managed to slide his penis between
      Sandra's legs and when she slid slowly up and down his erection was
      getting tantalisingly close to her pussy. It didn't take genius to see
      that he was attempting to manoeuvre himself towards possibly penetrating
      her, sensing this Sandra eased herself down and off the table, commenting
      jokingly to Fred that he was a naughty boy. Fred laughed and said, "it
      was worth a crack". Sandra was now at the business end of the massage and
      started to apply more oil to Fred's penis with her hands then her breasts,
      while doing this she beckoned me to come closer. I slowly edged towards
      the table and Sandra asked Fred if he minded if she got me to try and help
      out, the grin on Fred's face told her that he was up to it.

      At first I didn't know where to look, here was a man that I had never met,
      lying naked in front of me with an erection that I had never seen the
      likes of, it had to be at least 9 inches, possibly 10 and thick too.
      Unlike my husbands, Fred's was circumcised, and stood "proud and tall"
      with large veins that stood out from the richly purple colour of his
      manhood. Sandra seemed to sense my apprehension and leaned over towards me
      and gently but firmly took my hand and drew me to the table. It seemed the
      two of them had been through this routine before as Fred also sensed my
      unease and discretely closed his eyes. Without the feeling of being ogled
      I soon lost the tenseness and eased my way towards the table and body
      waiting there. While still holding my hand in her left hand Sandra was
      slowly sliding her right hand up and down Fred's penis. I watched,
      fascinated, it wasn't long before Fred started to squirm a little, showing
      signs that he was about to cum, observing Sandra this and slowed her
      strokes to prolong his pleasure.

      All the time this was happening, Sandra was slowly but surely bringing my
      hand closer to Fred's penis, and before I knew it Sandra slowly removed
      her hand and replaced it with mine while still enclosing my hand in hers.

      It was really happening, I was giving a hand job to a man I had never seen
      before. His penis slid easily in my hand, I wasn't sure what I thought it
      would feel like, but it felt lovely and warm, it seemed like the natural
      thing to do was continue with slow stokes as Sandra had been doing, but I
      guess Fred was past sensuality and was feeling the need to be relieved as
      he suddenly reached across me and placed his hand on my breast. Although
      this surprised me I wasn't startled, as the touch was ever so gentle. With
      his eyes still shut Fred suddenly whispered, " Oh fuck" and with that he
      let go with a stream of cum that not only went all over his stomach but
      spayed over my hand and up my arm, some even made it onto my best Victoria
      secrets bra.

      Unfortunately the suddenness of this made me jump, letting go of his
      penis, Sandra and Fred burst into laughter at my reaction. Sandra took
      hold of a tissue and put it in my hand and motioned for me to wipe up the
      mass of cum, it was a strange feeling standing there cleaning cum from my
      breasts and the torso of a man that less than an hour ago was a complete
      stranger. It wasn't until Sandra was going through what she called her,
      "calming routine" that I suddenly felt dampness between my legs again,
      seeing that Sandra was still draped over Fred's body and they were
      completely oblivious to my presence I turned slightly away and inched my
      fingers into my panties. Good lord! I had never known myself to be this
      wet, it was all I could do to stop myself from fingering my pussy, if I
      had been alone I knew that I would have been unable, or unwilling, not to
      bring myself to a shuddering climax. After a few moments Sandra and Fred
      untangled themselves and sliding off the table she took Fred's hand and
      led him to the shower.

      Suddenly alone, with what I knew would be but a brief break I plunged my
      fingers into my pussy and I came almost immediately, aware that Sandra
      and Fred were but a shower door away I stifled my moans and it was all
      I could do to stop myself falling in a heap on the floor.
     
      As Sandra and Fred stepped out of the shower they could
      hardly not notice the smile on my face and once again they burst into
      laughter in unison, they were indeed in no doubt what I had been up to.
      Feeling embarrassed by their discovery I turned my back, discarded my
      lingerie and stepped into the shower.

      Chapter 02

      I stood for what seemed an eternity under the soothing water that cascaded
      over my body and a peaceful bliss came over me. Confused by my reaction to
      my first massage experience I justified myself by thinking that I was
      turned on by the sexy body that I had been exposed too. How would I re-act
      when confronted by a less than average client?

      Gathering my thoughts I pondered my next move. I could hear Sandra in the
      next room and knew that I would have to face her sooner or later, so
      clutching a towel to my body I gingerly stepped out of the shower. Sandra
      was tidying the massage table and as I came into the room she looked up
      and smiled. Well that wasn't too bad was it she enquired? I had to admit
      that if this was a typical example of her work then I knew that I could
      cope with being a massage therapist.

      Sandra had a gap in her bookings and her next client was not due for 30
      minutes so we finished tidying the room then went into the lounge and made
      ourselves a coffee. All the while the phone in the little office off the
      lounge kept constantly ringing, keeping Suzette busy. This was obviously a
      very busy little operation. It seemed in no time at all that the front
      door bell rang and Sandra's next client had arrived, she went down to let
      him in and returned with him to the lounge. Sandra introduced him as
      Ranji, and he smiled and shook my hand, he seemed to hold my hand longer
      than you would normally expect when shaking hands, but at the time I
      thought nothing of it. He was tall and quite slim, 50ish, he had a bushy
      moustache that was quite white and contrasted against his very dark skin.
      He settled onto the couch but seemed to be unsure of himself. Suzette came
      into the room and offered Ranji a coffee, but he asked for a juice
      instead. Ranji followed Suzette into the kitchenette while she was pouring
      his juice and I could hear them talking, although only in whispers, but I
      did hear my name mentioned. The conversation continued briefly, then
      Suzette called me over.

      Michelle, Ranji has requested that you do his massage, I have explained to
      him that you have not yet decided if you want to work with us, but he is
      quite insistent. What do you think she asked? I had already decided that I
      was willing to work in the studio but this took me completely by surprise.
      I wondered if I was ready to massage on my own. After some thought I said
      to Ranji that I thought he would be better having his massage done by
      Sandra as he had originally booked, because I hadn't had any previous
      experience and at this would be my very first one. Ranji's eyes lit up
      when he heard this and said that he was sure that my lack of massage
      skills was not a deterrent to him. Ranji and I continued chatting while
      Suzette went and asked Sandra if she minded if I did Ranji's massage, she
      just came over and gave me a big hug and said welcome to our place!

      Suzette took the door fee from Ranji, then suggested that I use room 3,
      saying it was next to the room that Sandra and I had previously used. I
      led Ranji down the hall to our room and showed him in. As I shut the door
      behind us I could feel the butterflies in my stomach starting to flit
      around. Ranji seemed charming and chatted about his work as he started to
      disrobe. My first impression of Ranji was right, he was slim but not
      skinny, his very dark skin almost a shine to it. I handed him a towel as
      he peeled down his boxers, he made no attempt to cover himself but
      sauntered into the shower carrying the towel.

      My moment of truth had arrived, as I stepped out of my skirt I found
      myself wondering what Ranji would think of my body, I hesitated before
      removing my bra and panties and caught sight of myself in the full length
      mirror beside the massage table, I knew that any man would love the sight,
      and before I new it Ranji was stepping out of the shower. He stood with
      his towel partially covering him and casually looked me up and down. Now I
      was self conscious and turned my back to him to continue undressing. No
      no, please he said, don't turn round I want to look at you. "You'll have
      to get on the table I said" as I was very aware of his eyes following my
      every move. He seemed to realise that he was not helping his cause by
      making me nervous, so he climbed on the table and turned his head. As I
      continued to undress I realised that he was still watching me in the
      mirror, but at least it wasn't as obvious.

      It still surprises me but as soon as I started to apply the warm oil to
      Ranji's legs, the nervousness that I had felt disappeared and it wasn't
      long before I felt quite comfortable as I first massaged his legs then
      moved onto his buttocks and back.

      The music that was being played over the built in system was soothing and
      I found myself getting into a rhythm as I proceeded, remembering the way
      Sandra had done the earlier massage. Long slow strokes, at first
      reasonably firmly, then easing to be more sensuous until it was just a
      very light touch. You must have had a very good tutor Ranji said, you are
      doing an excellent job for a first massage. The touch seemed to come quite
      naturally I replied, and I thought to myself that I was only trying to
      touch, as I would like to be touched.

      As I moved around to the head of the table to massage Ranji's shoulders,
      he dropped his arms from the table and from here he was able to reach
      around behind me and lightly stroke the back of my legs. I had seen Fred
      do this to Sandra so I should have been ready. It was obviously a standard
      move! It actually felt nice and I found myself lingering in that position
      to prolong the feeling. As I hadn't moved away Ranji took this as a green
      light to further his touching and he slowly moved his fingers in little
      circles up my inner thighs, he was obviously practised at this manoeuvre
      as I was not really aware of what he was up to until his fingers were only
      centimetres away from my most private parts. I wasn't ready for him to
      touch me there so I casually moved so as to make it awkward for him to
      reach. He made no attempt to try and force the issue, and continued with
      the gentle caresses on my thighs.

      I slowly moved down the other side to the foot of the table to do a body
      slide on his back. I applied a generous amount of oil over my breasts as I
      had seen Sandra do and climbed onto the table. When my breasts first made
      contact with Ranji's skin I was amazed but my nipples became hard
      instantly and as I continued with the body slide the feeling intensified
      and I could feel myself getting aroused, I was getting wet. Once again I
      found myself lingering on this part of the massage, Ranji obviously had no
      objections here and just soaked up the sensations he was feeling from the
      contact with my breasts. After a while I found that my arms became quite
      tired from supporting me, so I climbed down and asked Ranji to turn over.

      As he did I saw that I wasn't the only one that was aroused, he was
      starting to get an erection. Even in this semi hard state he had quite a
      nice sized cock. When Sandra had massaged Fred she had applied oil to his
      penis as soon as he had rolled over, but I noted that while she was
      massaging his legs his erection had subsided somewhat. I thought I would
      try and prolong the expectations and not apply oil to Ranji's penis until
      I was ready to do my body slide on his front. My plan was to use a bit of
      tease to keep him eager, and I thought, make the hand relief easier.

      My mind kept going back to the massage that Sandra had given Fred, and I
      tried to follow the pattern that she had used. Long slow strokes up his
      legs, as I moved further up his legs Ranji slowly opened them inviting me
      to massage his inner thighs. His eyes were closed and I could hear him
      moaning very softly as moved slowly past his scrotum and now fully erect
      penis. As I moved around the table I found that I was back in range and it
      was no time at all before he was taking advantage of this and started
      caressing my legs again. Once again I found myself lingering so as to
      enjoy the sensation. Leaning over him I was now using my breasts on his
      chest, while using one hand to continue slowly stroking his legs.

      Moving over his chest with my breasts I was able to very softly blow on
      his nipples and this had an immediate effect, his nipples hardened and
      penis noticeably twitched. It was pleasing to see his reaction to my
      ministrations, so I continued further down his body and did the same thing
      to his penis. Boy did that bring a reaction, his body arched upwards and I
      felt the tip of his penis brush my lips. At the same time he put his hand
      behind my head and very softly tried hold my mouth there. I gently moved
      away to the foot of the table and climbed on ready to give him his body
      slide.

      This time I stayed on my knees as I slowly moved up using my forearms on
      his thighs and I repeated the soft blowing as I moved getting closer and
      to his manhood. Suddenly I felt wicked, and as I moved towards his penis I
      gave a light little lick over his scrotum and up the underside of his ever
      increasingly hard cock. Once again the twitch and a quite audible moan.
      Now I moved down a little and used my breasts on his cock, this had him
      writhing and once again he had his hands on my head and was trying to
      bring my mouth towards his cock. To counter this move I proceeded further
      up his body now he tried to get his mouth to my breasts. I allowed him to
      nibble on my breasts. I had not always found this stimulating but Ranji
      was obviously well practised as once again I found my nipples hardening
      and a serious wetness developing between my legs. Time to get down I
      thought to myself.
     
      Getting off the table I reached for the oil and started to apply it
      lovingly to Ranji's penis, he felt warm and smooth in my hand and I
      couldn't help but notice the stark contrast of my white skin against the
      jet black colour of Ranji's penis, it was quite erotic, here I was, a well
      bred white catholic girl with my hand around this Indian mans cock, slowly
      masturbating him as he lightly caressed my breasts with one hand and with
      the other was attempting to get between my legs. I found myself unable to
      resist as he slowly inched towards my pussy, I even shifted my stance to
      make it easier for him. I had already cum once today but it didn't take
      long for me to reach another orgasm. I could feel myself starting to
      quiver and I knew that I would be unable to hide the fact that I was
      cumming from Ranji.

      I had been so ingrossed in my sensations that I was initially unaware that
      Ranji had been talking to me the whole time, but as my orgasm subsided I
      could hear him whispering to me "put it in your mouth" over and over
      again. This had an unbelievable affect on me and I found myself with an
      incredible urge to do just that. Slowly I moved my mouth towards his
      beautifully erect penis, seemingly unable to stop myself. Firstly I took
      just the tip into my mouth, it tasted slightly salty as pre cum oozed out.
      He felt so good that I took more into my mouth until I had all of him, I
      could feel him in the very back of my throat. I wasn't long before this
      triggered yet another even more explosive orgasm and as I came again Ranji
      exploded into my mouth. I had never experienced a man who had such a lot
      of jism, and I was unable to swallow quickly enough to stop some spilling
      out of my mouth running down my cheeks.

      We stayed cuddled together for some time and took the chance to wind down.
      The intensity slowly passed and I made my way to turn on the water in the
      shower for Ranji, as he entered the shower I joined him and took the soap
      and lathered his body to remove the oil, Ranji put his arms around me and
      tried to kiss me, but by now the moment had passed and I had regained
      senses. I stepped out of the shower and towelled myself dry, instead of
      putting my clothes back on I wrapped the towel around me. I busied myself
      tidying the massage table and replacing the linen for the next client

      Ranji dressed quickly and before leaving the room he gave me a big hug and
      handed me a fifty dollar bill. That was really a great massage he said, I
      can't believe that you haven't massaged before. As he left the room I
      could hear him talking to Suzette on the way out. The report was good and
      Ranji had given me a glowing report card.

      I later learned that he was a past master at choosing new girls for his
      massage so he could try and take advantage of the situation!

      

Morning sex

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THE MORNING WAS A LITTLE CHILLY, THE BREEZE BLEW THROUGH THE OPEN WINDOW OF MY BEDROOM. THE SUN SHINING ON MY FACE, I OPENED MY EYES AND ROLLED OVER AND SAW THE DISTRUCTION OF THE NIGHT BEFORE. CLOTHES EVERYWHERE, ANTHONYS GUN STILL IN ITS HOLSTER ON TOP OF THE DRESSER. REMEMBERING THE NIGHT BEFORE MADE MY PUSSY THROB WITH THE TINGLING OF WARMTH THAT I ALWAYS THOUGHT OF WHEN WE MADE LOVE. I DIDNT WANT TO WAKE HIM KNOWING THAT IN ABOUT 4 HOURS HE HAD TO GET UP AND GO BACK TO THE STATION FOR ANOTHER LONG NIGHT OF FIGHTING CRIME, SO I GENTLY SLID OFF THE BED AND QUIETLY WALKED TO THE BATHROOM. TAKING OFF THE SILKY NIGHTIE THAT HE LOVED SO MUCH ON ME, I TURNED THE WATER ON AND STARTED TO FILL THE TUB. SPRINKLING SOME OF THE JASMINE THAT HE LOVED ME TO WEAR INTO THE RUNNING WATER THE BUBBLES
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STARTED TO RISE. I SLIDE IN WHEN THE WATER ROSE TO THE RIGHT LEVEL. THE HOT WATER TOUCHING MY SKIN MADE ME TINGLE EVEN MORE. MY RIGHT HAND SLID SLOWLY DOWN MY STOMACH AND OVER MY THIGH, CARESSING EVERY INCH OF MY SKIN. GENTLY PARTING MY LIPS AND FEELING THE HOT WATER ON MY PINK FLESH I MOANED WITH PLEASURE. I ALWAYS KEEP A WATER VIBRATOR IN THE SHOWER JUST FOR THESE OCCASSIONS WHEN I AM ALONE AND REACHED BEHIND ME TO GRAB FOR IT. TURNING IT ON LOW AT FIRST I RUBBED IT OVER MY SWOLLEN CLITORIS AND ARCHED WITH THE EXCITEMENT THAT IT BROUGHT ME. RUNNING IT OVER MY CLIT IN SMALL CIRCLES I THOUGHT THAT I MIGHT EXPLODE. BUBBLES ARE ALL OVER ME, CARESSING MY NIPPLES WHICH ARE HARD AS STONE. I RUN MY FINGER OVER ONE AND GENTLY PINCH IT, A SIGH ESCAPING FROM MY LIPS. I TILT MY HEAD BACK AND CLOSE MY EYES. NOT NOTICING THAT THE BATHROOM DOOR IS OPEN A CRACK I START TO INSERT THE VIBRATOR IN MY ALREADY MOIST KITTY. I WIGGLE AROUND WITH EXCITEMENT, PLUNGING MY TOY DEEPER AND DEEPER.
OUTSIDE THE DOOR ANYTHONY SEES HER IN THE TUB PLEASURING HERSELF. IT MAKES HIS SWOLLEN COCK EVEN MORE HARD KNOWING THAT JUST A FEW HOURS BEFORE HE HAD FELT THAT WETNESS INCASING HIS HUGE BLACK COCK. ONLY WEARING HIS BOXERS, THE ONES SHE BOUGHT FOR HIM FOR HIS BIRTHDAY, HE ALLOWED HIS MONSTER TO ESCAPE AND FALL INTO HIS BIG HANDS. HE SLOWLY STROKED HIS COCK THINKING OF HER AND WATCHING HER, KNOWING THAT SHE WAS THINKING OF HIM. UP AND DOWN AND RUBBING THE HEAD OF HIS DICK TO MAKE THE PRECUM GLISTEN OFF OF HIS FINGERS, HE DIDNT MEAN TO ALLOW THE SMALL MOAN COME FROM HIS LIPS, AND DIDNT THINK THAT SHE HEARD HIM..UNTIL SHE LOOKED UP AND SAW HIM.
HE SCARED ME, THATS FOR SURE. BUT IT KIND OF MADE ME HAPPY THAT HE COULD STAND THERE AND WATCH AND IT MADE HIM WANT ME. I WINKED AT HIM AND ASKED IF HE WOULD LIKE TO JOIN ME IN THE BIG TUB OF BUBBLES. THINKING HE WOULD SAY NO HE WOULD ONLY WATCH..HE DROPPED HIS BOXERS TO THE GROUND AND HOPPED IN. WE LOOKED AT EACHOTHER, EACH WITH A GLOW OF SHEAR WANTING ON OUR FACES. I REACHED OVER AND CARESSED HIS FACE WITH MY FINGERS, SLIPPING ONE INTO HIS MOUTH. HE GENTY BIT THE TIP AND HAD A HUGE GRIN ON HIS FACE..."YOU READY FOR SOME MORE OF THIS GOOD LOVING BABY?" HE ASKS. I DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO ANSWER HIM WITH WORDS, I STOOD UP AND BROUGHT MY ERECT NIPPLES TO HIS MOUTH. HE TOOK ONE BETWEEN HIS TEETH AND RUBBED IT. I THOUGHT I MIGHT DIE RIGHT THERE, HE KNEW WHERE TO TOUCH ME AND JUST HOW TO DO IT. I STRADDLED HIM AND BROUGHT HIS FULLY HARD COCK INTO MY PUSSY, THE LIPS WRAPPING AROUND IT LIKE A GLOVE. I SLIDE DOWN SO THE ENTIRE SHAFT WAS INSIDE, WITH A SMIRK ON MY FACE, KNOWING HE LIVED TO FEEL THIS ON HIS BODY. GOING UP AND DOWN SLOWLY AT FIRST, SO HE DIDNT CUM...I KISSED HIM ON THE LIPS. BITING HIS BOTTOM LIP TO LET HIM KNOW I WAS IN CHARGE THIS MORNING, NOT HIM. MY BREASTS ROSE WITH THE FORCE OF MY RIDING, BRINGING THEM INTO HIS MOUTH EACH TIME. I LET OUT A CRY WHEN HE TOOK HIS HIPS AND THRUST THEM INTO ME. "MISSY I CANT TAKE U DOING THIS TO ME ANYMORE..GET OFF, ITS MY TURN TO DO IT MY WAY". I RISE OFF OF HIM AND SIT DOWN IN THE TUB. "GET UP" HE SAYS " I WANT U ON YOUR KNEES" OBEYING EVERY WORD HE SAID I GOT UP AND PUT MY KNEES INTO THE WATER, HANDS ON THE BACK OF THE TUB, MY PINK ASS HIGH IN THE AIR. I TURN AROUND AND LOOK AT HIM WAITING FOR HIM TO ENTER ME, IM DYING FROM THE ANTICIPATION OF IT ALL. HE FINALLY COMES AT ME HARD DICK RAISED IN FIGHTING POSITION ENTERING ME WITH SO MUCH EASE I DIDNT KNOW HE COULD USE. GRABBING ME BY THE HIPS HE PULLS ME IN DEEPER HIS BALLS GENTLY SLAPPING THE INSIDE OF MY PUSSY, HITTING THE CLIT IN THE RIGHT SPOT. I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE, I WANT IT HARD AND I WANT IT NOW. I TURN MY HEAD AND LOOK AT HIM FOR HE KNOWS WHAT I WANT AND HE NODS. I GRAB HOLD OF THE SIDE OF THE TUB WAITING FOR THE FORCE THAT WILL FINALLY COME. THERE IT IS, MAKING ME CRY OUT IN PLEASURE. ROCKING BACK AND FORTH HIS HUGE DICK GOES IN AND OUT MAKING ME WANT TO CUM. I REACH UNDER ME AND FIND MY CLIT, RUBBING JUST AS FAST AS HE IS PUSHING. MAKING ME ORGASM RIGHT THERE, NOT GIVING HIM TIME TO FULLY FEEL IT. I CRY OUT AND TELL HIM TO FUCK ME HARDER, KNOWING THAT SOON I WILL FEEL THE HOT SPURT OF HIS NUT IN MY PUSSY..I AWAIT IT..LUST FOR IT..ITS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD. HE GRABS MY WET HAIR IN HIS HANDS AND GIVES A HARD TUG, PUMPING HARDER RIGHT AWAY. I KNEW IT WAS COMING, I COULD FEEL HIS COCK THROB WITH THE PRESSURE OF IT BUILDING. " CUM FOR ME SEXY" I TELL HIM, KNOWING THAT HE LOVED WHEN I TOLD HIM TO CUM. "OOOO SHIT, ITS COMING BABY, WHERE U WANT IT?" I SAY MY MOUTH AND HE PULLS OUT AND STANDS UP. I TURN OVER AND WATCH AS HE STROKES HIS COCK WITH SUCH EASE, SEEING HIM START TO SHAKE KNOWING HERE IT COMES. I OPEN MY MOUTH WAITING FOR IT TO SQUIRT AND TASTE THE SALTIENESS OF IT. HIS CUM SHOOTS OUT OF HIS COCK AND FILLS MY MOUTH UP. WHEN HE IS DONE AND I HAVE SWALLOWED EVERY LAST DROP, I LEAN UP AND STICK THE HEAD OF HIS COCK IN MY MOUTH SUCKING GENTLY GETTING THE REST OF HIS YUMMY CUM INTO MY MOUTH.
I LOVE YOU BABY HE SAYS AND SITS DOWN SO I CAN WASH HIS BACK. I WRAP MY ARMS AROUND HIM AND KISS HIS NECK AND TELL HIM THERE IS NO ONE IN THIS WORLD THAT COULD MAKE ME FEEL THE WAY HE DOES.
I KNOW HE WENT TO WORK THAT NIGHT THINKING OF ME AND HOW HOT OUR SEX IS. AND I HOPE THAT ALL THE PEOPLE HE LET GO THAT NIGHT WERE GRATEFUL FOR THE MOST AWESOME SEX HE COULD OF HAD BEFORE HE WENT TO WORK. NOW IF ONLY I COULD HAVE HIM ROLE PLAY WITH ME THAT WOULD BE EVEN BETTER!

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Sweet Judy Blue Eyes

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“It wasn’t abnormal. It was fun. Sex is fun” he thought as his head rested on Judy’s shoulder, his mind raced. “God, I hope she can’t see my hard-on.” He looked down over the contours of her body, her long blonde hair lying over her pert breasts, her flat stomach, her shapely thighs. Tracey too lay there, wishing Judy was naked.

The three friends lay speechless, slowly becoming closer together, Tracey placing a leg over Judy and her arm outstretched and resting over the flat stomach, gripping to Peter’s dark t-shirt. Tracey would loved to have ripped the fabric from his body, purely

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for the fact that it was some band t-shirt that Tracey herself despised!

Peter had picked up on Tracey’s attraction to Judy previously, and was, if honest, a little jealous. He imagined the way Tracey would get off on Judy changing for gym class, and the two girls often went shopping together, trying on skimpy outfits, but for Peter, he could only imagine. He could feel himself become harder, he couldn’t control himself, lying so close to the two girls he desired so badly, he was sure Judy could feel the heat against her right thigh.

Tracey gently rubbed her leg up and down, as the movie ended, Judy took a deep breath in, then slowly exhaled. She felt so relaxed in her present company.

As Tracey’s leg moved in its slow motion, Tracey felt herself slowly becoming wet, her nipples hardened. Tracey had more balls than Peter, she knew it’d be sooner, rather than later, that she’d pounce on Judy.

Judy looked down at Peter’s head, she liked his dark hair, he was growing it. She averted her blue eyes to Tracey. She too had dark hair, there was lots of it. Tracey wasn’t as slender as Judy, but she made up for it with her huge bust. Judy could feel both her friends, they were so close, so warm.

A few minutes passed. Tracey could hold it in no longer. She straddled Judy’s slim figure, put Judy’s head in her hands, blonde locks everywhere, and kissed her velvety lips. So sweet. Judy, surprised at first, began to kiss Tracey back, slowly slipping her tongue into her mouth, feeling Tracey’s tongue piercing. Judy began to tingle, she was shocked, but becoming highly aroused too. Peter, ashamed that he hadn’t pulled off Tracey’s move, watched the two girls, his dick pressed so hard against his jeans. His hand slid down and undid the buttons. As the girls began to gyrate, Peter found himself, stroking Tracey’s backbone, under her tight t-shirt, he found her bra strap, and efficiently unclipped it. Judy removed her cute little red sweater, revealing a similar coloured bra. Tracey worked her way from Judy’s mouth, kissing her neck, shoulders, then stopping at her breasts, she licked around them, then pulled the lace of Judy’s bra down, revealing her nipples. She sucked slowly on Judy’s left nipple, occasionally flicking it with her tongue. Peter now had one hand on each of the girls breasts, squeezing. He turned his attentions to Judy, licking her free nipple. He gazed up to those wonderful blue eyes, they gazed back at his beaming brown eyes for a second, before Judy closed them. She gave out a little moan. Tracey removed her top, and began to undo the zip of Judy’s tight jeans. As Tracey climbed to the bottom of the double bed, removing each leg slowly from the jeans, Peter took her place. Judy felt his erect penis against her abdomen. Tracey made one of her earlier wishes come true, she pulled at Peters t-shirt, pulling it over his head. She then rubbed her huge breasts against his back as he lay kissing Judy’s body.

Judy opened her mouth wide, her knowing eyes fluttering at Peter. He positioned himself against the wall, his dick in Judy’s mouth, he instantly shivered as she moved her tongue around his thick, hard dick, from base to tip, back and forth. Tracey fingered Judy’s panties, feeling her moist vaginal lips which only made herself feel more wet. She removed the panties, and began licking Judy’s clit, in circular motions, building up the pace as she went. She slid two fingers into Judy’s warm, wet vagina, working up the pace some more, faster, harder, faster.

Peter could feel it. “I … I … uh” he inhaled. “I’m coming” he moaned, as he spurted his come into Judy’s mouth, she swallowed as he withdrew. She stroked his penis with her hand, smiling. She moaned as Tracey continued to finger and eat her.
Peter sat in the corner, assured that Judy had enjoyed her mouthful as much as he enjoyed her pleasuring him, he watched the two girls. Judy squirmed around, the pressure on her clit ever increasing. She moaned, she groaned. She pressed on her best friends head, gripping Tracey’s hair, encouraging her to go faster. Tracey obliged, feeling the walls of Judy’s vagina clenching on her fingers, she continued to lick at her frequent pace, as the slender figure in front of her orgasmed, Judy’s breath was intense, she felt her body hit extremities. She gave one more loud, powerful groan, then she was flat out. She giggled, and Tracey came up to eye level, they gazed at each other smiling as Judy’s breathing began to return to normal. Tracey stroked Judy’s forehead, removing a few beads of sweat. “You taste so good, so sweet”.

“I bet you do too” Judy said in her soft, dulcet tone. Looking across at the naked Peter, Judy prepared to go down on Tracey. She stood on the unsteady bed, dancing seductively down onto Tracey’s lap, undoing the buttons of Tracey’s jeans with her teeth, giggling as she went, Judy with her ass high in the air. Tracey’s jeans were now on the floor, amidst the other garments from the three teenagers. Judy squeezed at Tracey’s pubic region, it was so moist. “Mmm, I wonder how many inches I have under here” she joked while pulling at Tracey’s boxer briefs, “ooh, I’m impressed, almost as exciting as Peter” as the briefs fell to the floor. The two girls, now totally naked, made Peter’s dreams reality. He watched as the mouth his solid penis had been in only 10 minutes ago, submerged into the black mass of pubic hair of Tracey. He watched as Tracey’s back arched, and the two girls swayed as one. Tracey held tightly to her own nipples as Judy’s agile tongue worked its way around her slit. “I wanna come!” Tracey moaned, Judy teased by going slower.
Peter walked over, finding himself becoming hard once more, he stroked Judy’s back, from neck to ass, which was still predominately in the air. He gripper her legs and Judy widened. He slid his penis inside her anus, slowly, slowly. He rocked her body back and forth, with a tight grip on her hips as she continued to eat Tracey. Peter became solid again, throbbing. “Harder” Judy begged of Peter, he picked up pace. She teased Tracey more, Tracey used a hand to push her friends head further, further. Tracey tensed up, “Fuck me! Fuck … Uhh” She reached orgasm. She passed her hands through her own mass of black curls. Peter quickly came and eased himself out of her butt. The three friends collapsed in a heap on Judy’s bed. “We should do that again sometime!!” Judy said ecstatically.