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It was mere happenstance that I received the letter at all—and I remembered later that I had every reason to suspect that there had been other letters sent to me at the boarding house that I never saw. I just happened to be the one standing at the front door when the mailman came by and, although I didn’t usually do so, I glanced at the addresses on the envelopes he handed me.

The name was spelled with only one R, of course, but it clearly was addressed to me—and it was from a town in Ohio. I didn’t know anyone in Ohio that I knew of. In fact, I couldn’t name anyone in the world who would be sending me a letter at all.

When I opened it, I had to sit down and read it a third time before the message therein began to sink in. It was from the chairman of the English Department at Oberlin College. My works had been read—I had to return to this statement several times; only a few of my play scripts had ever been seen by anyone else. My works had been read with interest, it said, and Oberlin was prepared to offer me an assistantship if I wished to continue my college education there.

In the next few hours and days—not longer than that, because I was on the wing within a week—I poured over all of the circumstances of my life and everyone who was in it, and only two possibilities occurred to me. There was that strange man who visited me and seemed familiar with me but who had been unable to perform sexually. And, when I thought more on it, there was Alec Cotton, to whom I had sent my draft of The Boarding House. The more I thought on it, the more I became convinced that this was the source of my visitation by the angels—I couldn’t think of the opportunity as anything else. I never even considered that it might just be a practical joke—and, in hindsight, I’m certainly glad I didn’t, because that, by far, was the most logical conclusion. And if I’d thought that was a possibility, chances would have been good I would have marched straightaway to the grate and burned what I would have taken as a cruel joke.

The was another possibility—that it really was my play scripts that had been seen and admired. And I asked around at the playhouse about whether any of the actors and stage people there had sent any of the scripts to anyone, but they all reacted as I reasoned they would—fearing that I was seeking evidence of my work having been stolen for production elsewhere without my permission. Thus, it was not surprising when they all denied any knowledge of the scripts having been disseminated beyond Asheville.

Once I’d decided I would go to Ohio to at least find out what this was about, it was like walking on glass at the boarding house. Mrs. Childress, with her sharp sense of detection, obviously knew something was afoot. I had no idea why she suspected anything until she asked me whether I had any relatives in Ohio. Then I realized that I must have dropped the envelope in the front hall the same day the letter arrived. I certainly couldn’t find the envelope later, and I was so shocked by receiving the letter that I easily could have dropped the envelope there.

I stonewalled her, however, and made my plans in private. And the next Sunday, while she was at church, I put the few belongings I had in my valise and trudged to the train station, where I had already bought a ticket for Oberlin, Ohio.

When I finally got in to see the man who had sent me the letter from Oberlin College, I found I hadn’t been thinking clearly on the possibilities of why I had been invited to school at Oberlin on an assistantship.

“It is all quite unorthodox,” the department chairman said, “but S. D. insisted he couldn’t take up the position offered to him here without an assistant—and one of his own choosing—and when we quibbled on the educational assistant he had chosen, he merely said that we could educate you as we pleased—but that you had worked under him before and the two of you were a comfortable fit.”

“S. D.? Worked under him before? A comfortable fit?”

“Yes, didn’t Professor Dane contact you about this? He seemed quite insistent that you be brought over from Asheville to work with him.”

“Ah. Stan. Stanford Dane.” I almost pinched myself for being so slow—well, for that and for almost bursting forth with laughter at the double entendre references to my having worked under him and the two of us being a comfortable fit.

I finally got to the office they sent me to, the one they said was Professor Dane’s—down a semidark, dusty hallway in one of the college’s older buildings. The chairman of the English Department had spoken of it as if it were some hallowed ground and that his department wouldn’t agree to move to newer facilities even if the college administration tried to force them to, I took my steps with increased hesitancy. I didn’t feel worthy of being here. I knew I would make such a fool of myself for taking on airs above my abilities. And it couldn’t be the Stanford Dane I knew who I was going to meet.

Somehow I didn’t relate all of this to flamboyant, bigger-than-life, got-to-have-the-best Stanford Cami Halısı Dane.

But they were right. The door was open to his office and sitting behind the desk was none other than the Stanford Dane, showman extraordinaire, I had known in Asheville.

“He didn’t tell you in the letter who was recommending you?” Stanford said when he looked up from the text on his desk, his face bathed in a beam of sunlight coming through a window that left the rest of the room in semidarkness, and saw me standing there in the shadows just inside his open door. I already knew him well enough, though, to know that it was all for dramatic effect. I’m sure he knew I was there the moment I entered the building and had taken pains in establishing his place on stage.

“Ah, that is a pity,” he continued. “I didn’t want to do it myself, because I could never quite be sure they would accommodate me. They salivated over my appointment as playwright in residence, but you know how testy the politics can be in a college faculty.”

No, I didn’t know, actually.

“My plays . . . the ones I directed in Asheville last winter attained quite a bit of acclaim. This wasn’t the only college that took note of my successes and abilities.”

“Your plays?” I screamed inside my head. “Don’t you mean our plays?—the ones I slaved so hard over while you were prancing around the parlors of the wealthy in Asheville?”

I didn’t say it, of course. And I didn’t really believe it. The plays would have gone nowhere without his signature stamped all over them. If nothing else, I had no argument to give that the ending he loved and that I hated hadn’t made Bound for Home fail in the eyes of the audiences. I had heard that the play had done well on the New York stage as well, which I took as a lesson for my own skills at assessment. It had humbled me.

“Why, Mr. Dane?” I asked instead. “Why did you send for me? When you left you didn’t even say good-bye.”

“I was slightly piqued at you, dear boy. But since we were parted, I discovered that I missed you.”

I should have been satisfied with that—and I would have been—if he hadn’t eventually gotten around to a deeper reason.

“I’m grateful, of course, for the opportunity to study. And to work with you—”

“I would like to know how grateful, Charlie. I would like to have that cleared up right at the beginning.”

“Oh, very. I—”

“Don’t just tell me, Charlie. I would like for you to show me, please.”

With that he rolled his chair back away from the desk I know was facing as I stood between desk and door.

“Close the door, Charlie, please—and come kneel between my thighs.”

“Here? Now? In a public building? The glass in the door isn’t clear, but with the backlighting from the window—”

“Yes, here, now, Charlie. Don’t you remember that we had a discussion about danger enhancing the ecstasy—on our first day together? Have you lost your sense of adventure?”

I knelt between his thighs then and unbuttoned his trousers and pulled that monster cock of his out, already in partial arousal, and closed my lips over the bulb to begin the ritual of what I knew he enjoyed the most.

When he was in full erection, he commanded me to rise, strip off my trousers and drawers and lean over the desktop with my belly on a pile of notebooks he’d been grading.

I moaned as in times of old as he reached between my legs and began milking my cock and ran his tongue into my ass. He knew all of me—what I liked better and what I liked best. He was the master of me—which, I knew, was the whole purpose of this welcoming session. But when he had his long, thick, strong cock moving deep inside me and I was writhing under his attentions and not caring about anything but that he hadn’t given me this for so long, I again, almost instantly, was entirely his.

Immediately after his ejaculation, he put his lips to my ears and stabbed me with the real reason I had been sent for.

“You didn’t ask what your duties would be as my assistant, Charles.”

“They seem fairly obvious now,” I countered with a groan.

“Beyond that—that’s just a pledge of your loyalty—beyond that, I’ve been working on scripts since Asheville, but they seem to need something more. You did so well with the Asheville play that what I want your assistance with is cleaning my plays up and enhancing them.”

“You want me to write your plays?”

“The plays are mine, Charles,” and not having taken his still-hard cock all of the way out of me, I gasped as he slammed it deep up into me again—showing me that his forbearance had its limits. “I want you to work on them as you did in Asheville—no more and no less. You seemed content to learn from me then. Has that changed?”

“No,” I whimpered. And I’m ashamed to say that my “no” was really because he was withdrawing his cock from inside me once again. He was still hard; I knew that he was capable of fucking me again—and the second and subsequent ones had always been the more pleasurable ones.

“Rise and dress now, Charles. This is Cami Halıları perhaps a bit more public than we should chance further. But I’m not finished with you.”

“No,” I whimpered again, this time making clear that I wasn’t finished properly either.

As we dressed, he wrote something on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. “This is my address. As soon as you are settled into your dormitory room this afternoon, attend me at my house, please.”

“I am to live at the college, not with you?” I asked. I tried not to make it come out as a whine, but I’m sure I didn’t succeed.

“Yes, it would be inconvenient—and perhaps a bit too obvious—if I were to take you into my home. You’re a student now. You should be happy to make the most of this time among other students. As long as you don’t get too familiar with any of them, of course.”

I recognized the last sentence, addressed in a voice of steel, as the command it was rather than friendly advice. I was to be for his use alone.

* * * *

“Professor Dane?” I called out as I pushed the already-ajar door of his two-story cottage on the college grounds open enough for me to slip inside. I reasoned that if he wanted our relationship to remain a secret here, I shouldn’t stand out on the open front porch for any length of time.

“Up here, in the bath. Come give me a hand.”

I gave him two hands actually. Finding him in a stand of soapy water in a large claw-footed tub in the center of a good sized bathroom, I scrubbed his back for him with one hand and slow-pumped his cock with the other.

He sighed and issued an instruction in a low, melodic voice. “Take your clothes off and join me in here now, please.”

“You want me in the tub with you?” I asked nonsensically.

“Of course. I did teach you how to sit on a man’s cock in a bathtub, didn’t I? I know that I taught you so much that I may have missed something, but that’s pretty fundamental, I think.”

I entered the tub and knelt over his pelvis and impaled my channel on his cock—and finally experienced the complete second-and-third-times-are-higher-heavens cocking I hadn’t quite gotten in his office. When we were done, there was as much soapy water on the floorboards around the tub as in it and my eye sockets were swimming in his cum.

I was leisurely drying myself off with him watching me and me knowing that from his look he was not finished fucking me for the day, when we heard the front door slam downstairs and a saucy-toned male voice called out Dane’s name.

“I’m home. Got the chops just as you directed.”

I looked over into Dane’s face and I saw both amusement and triumph. He was punishing me for having found Abe and me together in the hayloft.

“His name is Freddy,” Dane said, and I heard the twinge of laughter in his voice. “He is taking one of my classes, he lives here with me, and I am teaching him to be fucked by men.”

I passed Freddy on the stairs, and it seemed that he, a little blond snippet of an arrogant college freshman, looked on me with disdain.

I said nothing; but I knew two things now. One, an obvious revelation, was that there was a good reason Dane hadn’t asked me to live with him here. And, two, no matter what I let Dane do to me and take from me, if any plays were going to be written by our collaboration, they would bear both of our names as playwrights.

I would do anything Dane wanted to do to me sexually—he had that sort of command over me. But he would not fully command my pen ever again—or at least that was my resolve at the time.

* * * *

Dane didn’t like my conditions for working with him, but as long as I would open my legs for him on command, he chose to live with my name under his—and in smaller, less bold letters I soon found out—on the play scripts.

I think I would have been content with that arrangement as long as Dane was—and indeed, it lasted beyond the time I had earned my undergraduate degree at Oberlin and was starting to pursue a master of fine arts degree there as well.

What changed my life was another lover from my past unexpectedly drifting back into my path.

A book festival was being held at Oberlin and one of the keynote speakers was Alec Cotton, the frenzied writer who used sex with men to jog his writing muse and who had spent three memorable weeks with his cock inside me at Mrs. Childress’s boarding house.

I saw his name in the festival announcements, and I made sure that Dane was having a private teaching session with his Freddy that evening—and I went to Cotton’s lecture on the creative use of tense in novels.

I sat well back in the lecture hall, but he saw and recognized me anyway. And he embarrassed me by including me in the introductions of the writers he saw in the audience.

“Mr. Bairr with two Rs, could you abide me for a moment when I’ve attended to everyone else who wishes to talk with me?” he called out to me as the lecture concluded and some attendees moved to the podium while most turned and shuffled out of the hall, telling each other of their own important beliefs on the use of tense in writing.

What he had to say when others were far enough away not to hear what he whispered was, “Can you come back to my hotel with me now? I need to be inside you. I was so afraid that my need could be seen by all as I spoke. Did you see me hiding behind the lectern the entire time? Just seeing you in the audience gave me an uncontrollable hard.”

He fucked me more furiously than I can remember him ever having done before when we returned to his room. When we were both spent, he sat up in the bed and reached over on the nightstand and retrieved a cigarette and lit up. He offered one to me, but I demurred. I just lay there, looking up at him, not fully believing that he had thundered back into my life like this.

“How did you recognize me in the hall?” I asked. “Surely I have changed.”

“For the better—which I would not have thought possible,” he answered. “I knew you were here. I’d heard about Dane’s assistant and I knew it was you. That’s why I came to this dreary gathering.”

“You came just for me?”

“I have wondered. Why didn’t you answer my letters on your book? I was drowning in enthusiasm—as was my editor, Max Trudeau, but I received no response from you on helping you have it published.”

“Published? Letters? I’m sorry, I received no letters.” Mrs. Childress had interceded. I knew it then. And if she’d been present here, I would have choked the life out of her for her grasping interference. Any thoughts of remorse I might have had about leaving her without notice were now flown.

“Trudeau is a master of guiding an author into publication. You’d be smart to let him take you on. He says The Boarding House is far too taboo to put directly into the mainstream market here, of course. But it can be translated into French and supposedly pirated editions can filter back into the American market. He says he can guarantee you a faithful and well-heeled following. And, with his credentials, that’s saying a lot. So, I don’t understand why—”

“Yes,” I said.

“I don’t understand—”

“I said ‘yes,’ Alec. I’m interested. I didn’t receive the letters. They were kept from me.”

“You will have to come to New York, of course,” he now said. “Trudeau works extremely closely with those he’s editing and mentoring.”

“That may not be quite as possible,” I said. “Perhaps I should sound Stanford Dane out on it. I’m supposed to be working with him on play scripts.”

Alec was not thrilled about this, but I insisted. “I will have an answer before you leave Oberlin on Saturday,” I said. “I owe this to him.”

I went straight to Dane’s cottage and opened the front door when no one responded to my knock. In the foyer, some proofs lying on the table in the hall caught my attention. I could hear Dane and Freddy in their lovemaking in Dane’s room at the top of the stairs, but I was more interested in the proofs. They were releases about his newest play—our newest play. My name did not appear on the title page.

I was seething as I mounted the stairs. The door to Dane’s bedroom was open and they were on the bed. Dane was kneeling on the bed, facing the door, his torso arched back. Freddy, also facing the door, was stretched out on top of Dane’s torso, also kneeling on the bed. Dane was palming Freddy’s belly, holding him close in to give his impaling cock as much purchase up Freddy’s channel as possible. Freddy’s torso was stretched up as his arms were flung back and his hands locked behind Dane’s neck. His pert little cock was bobbing up and down to the rhythm of the thrusts of Dane’s cock inside him.

When he looked up and saw me, Freddy gave me a sneery little smile of possession and triumph.

“Oh, it’s you, Charles.” It was Dane who spoke. “I thought it was a couple of football players I summoned to play with us tonight to receive passing grades and keep their positions on the team. Good. Come join us, please. Suck on Freddy for me please. And when the football players arrive—”

I heard no more. I had turned and was stumbling down the staircase—more upset, I’m afraid by the evidence of the proofs missing my name than by Dane’s sexual plans for the evening. I went back to the hotel and knocked on Alec’s door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, two Rs,” I answered through the flimsy wood of the door.

“Come on in. Back so soon?”

“Yes and yes,” I said, as I moved to the bed and straddled his pelvis with my knees and began to fuck myself on his willing cock.

I stayed the night and gathered up my few belongings and returned to his bed until his lectures were finished. And when Alec left for New York, so did I.

I had the presence of mind to let Dane know I was going—and that it wasn’t really about the sexual demands and degradations but because of the continued attempts to cut me out of my due in the playwriting. I told him I would give him my address wherever I’d be and I’d even continue to work on the plays with him from a distance, if he liked. But I would do so only if my name appeared on the scripts, that I received confirmation of this from any theaters or publishers working with the scripts, and that I was sent my share of any profit from them.

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Hanging Out With The In-Crowd https://aygir.org/hanging-out-with-the-in-crowd.html https://aygir.org/hanging-out-with-the-in-crowd.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/hanging-out-with-the-in-crowd.html

I wouldn’t describe myself as square exactly, but I was not the most world-wise 19 year old. I lived at home with my Dad and spent more time studying than getting up to regular sorts of teenage mischief.

I was still a virgin. I’d had some limited experience of sexual practices but never more than a series of fumbles with girls who were as shy and inexperienced as me.

When I started hanging out with Rebecca and Todd however, all that started to change. My name is Henry, by the way.

You know how it is at high school. There is always a group of ‘cool’ kids in the year who form a group. They tend to be the best looking, wear the trendiest clothes, have their own cars before everyone else and have a reputation for the wildest parties.

Well, Rebecca Ashton was one of this group at my school, Beaumont High. She was absolutely gorgeous which helped make her a magnet to girls and boys alike, but she was also a rebel which gave her the reputation of being cool too. She would come in to class late, openly challenge the authority of teachers and was one of the first girls in the year to be reputed to have “gone all the way” with her boyfriend Todd Bateman.

Todd can perhaps best be described as the male equivalent of Rebecca -good looking, popular, physically more mature than most of his friends and with a reputation for being a party animal. To be friends with Todd (if you were a guy) meant you were elevated to elite status by your fellow students. If you were a girl and you were lucky enough to date him, you would be the envy of the class.

Given their status as the rebel king and queen of the year, it was perhaps inevitable that Todd and Rebecca would end up an item. Their relationship was a pretty volatile one – they would just as likely be seen having a blazing row in the hall as they would making out in the schoolyard. But this was characteristic of their obsessive personalities and the fact that they were crazy about each other.

I couldn’t believe my luck when I first started to hang around with Todd and Rebecca and the rest of their group. I felt like I had been plucked from anonymous obscurity and finally given an identity. All of a sudden people knew my name and would greet me in the hallway; they would show me respect and laugh at my jokes.

I only became friends with Todd and his group by accident and to be honest, I never really felt I belonged. I tended to be the quiet one whenever we sat around our regular table at the diner, or the one who hovered nervously in the background while Todd and the other guys carried out some wild act or another.

They let me into their group only after I got my Dad to fix Todd’s car one afternoon (my Dad is a mechanic). He didn’t charge Todd anything for the repair and this was enough for me to start being invited to sit at their table in the canteen, and hang out with them on the weekends.

I never felt truly comfortable with them as a group of friends – they always seemed to be bitching about someone or other, or carrying out some action that undermined another kid in the year – but if truth be told, I did feel a lot ‘cooler’ than I ever had done before.

And I certainly had my eyes opened by them to a few things when it came to sex. There was one time in particular, which is what I want to tell you about here.

It was a Friday night and Todd and his gang would often spend Fridays at a bar called Mitzy’s. Mitzy’s is a dark, sleazy place where they played live music on the weekends. Todd and his gang had a favorite table against the back wall with a couple of benches on either side. At a tight squeeze you could get about eight people around this table. On this night there were only five of us – Todd and Rebecca, Russell (Todd’s best buddy), Clare (who was a new friend of Rebecca’s) and myself. At 19 years old, I was the youngest. Todd was oldest at 23.

The bar was packed out but we found the band pretty lousy – it was some folk trio of Irish fiddlers – and none of us were really listening. Instead we were laughing and chatting and drinking Coke by the bucketload, having consumed a few cans of beer in the parking lot before going inside.

After a while, the conversation inevitably got around to sex. This was Todd and Rebecca’s doing – partly because they initiated every topic of conversation, and partly because the two of them were so horny for each other that when they weren’t actually making out in front of us, they would be talking and showing off about it.

As ringleader of the conversation, and following a whispered private conference with Todd, Rebecca announced we were going to play a game of Truth or Dare. I can’t recall if anyone objected but they would have been unlikely to once Rebecca had decreed it.

The first person picked on for the game on was myself. Like I said before, I was still the runt of the group and clearly the one who commanded the least respect from within, even if outsiders generally now considered me to be royalty.

Rebecca asked me if I wanted truth or a dare. In an attempt Cami Halısı to be as cool as I sincerely believed they were at that time, I casually answered “Dare”. I would have given anything to prove myself and gain standing in the group.

My dare was (without asking) to drink the half-glass of beer belonging to some tough looking guy at a nearby table. It was easier to achieve than I thought as he was engrossed in watching the band. I casually passed by and surreptitiously swiped the beer, draining it in one gulp and just as casually and surreptitiously placing it back on the table beside him.

Returning to my seat we all waited a good minute or two before the guy brought the glass back up to his mouth and seemed puzzled that it was emptier than when he last took a sip. This was met with hoots of laughter from the gang at my table and won me back-patting and accolades. I was pretty pleased with myself.

Next up was Clare, who was sitting on the bench next to me, with our backs to the wall. It was not the first point in the evening that I sensed Clare was a bit of a kindred spirit. She seemed every bit as out of her depth and yet eager to please as I was.

I could tell immediately she wasn’t as comfortable with the game as the others around the table but that like me, she was also desperate to remain a part of the group, which had no doubt improved her popularity as much as it had mine. She opted for “truth” instead of dare and Rebecca seemed delighted by this.

Rebecca had a pretty sadistic streak in her. Everyone wanted to be her friend but I wondered if anyone ever really got close to her. She took great delight in thinking up a really tricky question for Clare to answer truthfully. I think she would have done so whoever’s turn it was to answer, but seeing as she didn’t know Clare all that well yet, she was probably deliberately harsh.

“Ok my question is this…”, she said, grinning in advance at what she perceived to be her own cunning in thinking it up. “You went on the school camping trip last semester and shared a tent with Annabel Knight, right?” (Annabel Knight had a reputation for being a bit of a slut).

“Yes”, said Clare, following carefully, clearly eager to answer whatever question might be coming.

“And Annabel told us that her and Philip Crowe fucked in their sleeping bag while you were in the tent, right?”.

“Yes”. Clare was happy to confirm the story. She seemed relieved this was all she was being required to answer, but Rebecca went on.

“So my question is this. Did you get turned on by listening to them fucking?”

This was a clever question because Clare was definitely taken aback and went a little red. “No”, she said, “I just fell asleep and didn’t think about it.”.

She said it in a believable enough way but I suppose it did seem a little unlikely.

Todd and Russell expressed disbelief. I stayed typically silent.

“Liar!”, Rebecca snapped. She still had a smirk on her face, but I sensed she was a bit pissed with Clare for not playing ball.

Clare seemed immediately anxious that she had disappointed.

Next up was Russell who took a dare to throw an ice-cube at a woman sitting on her own by the fire exit. This was met with squeals of delight from our table and resulted in the woman switching seats.

Rebecca took “truth” for her turn and was asked by Todd what the biggest number of orgasms was that she had ever had in one session. She replied “seventeen”, which struck me as a lie but of course nobody voiced any doubt and instead we all sycophantically cooed with awe.

Todd also took “truth” for his turn and was asked by Rebecca whether he had ever masturbated over her. He answered “yes, every day”. This response delighted Rebecca and the game was paused for a moment while the two of them slobbered over each other’s faces.

It was a pretty sickly display – Todd and Rebecca’s questions had clearly been designed to bolster one another’s ego’s and form part of the evening-long foreplay that would later result in them making out in the back of his car.

Next it was my turn again and this time I asked for “truth”, eager to impress my friends with candid honesty as much as I had done previously with my courage and audacity.

“How many girls have you fucked?”, Russell asked, before anyone else could formulate a question.

“Er.. None”, I answered sheepishly.

My honesty was met with approval from the men at the table. Todd raised his Coke and made a pledge to change that situation for me. I smiled embarrassedly but felt good that I hadn’t tried to make something up. It would only have led to further questions and eventually I was likely to have been caught out.

All eyes turned to Clare again who, clearly aware she was considered the weak link in the game at that point, was desperate to make amends. She boldly requested a “dare”. I hoped they were going to go easy on her and yet I could see that Rebecca was still of the view that Clare was a bit of a geek.

“OK…”, Cami Halıları Rebecca said with an evil glint in her eye.

We all had to wait in suspense for a moment as one of the bartenders cleared away the empty glasses from our table. Clare looked nervous but still determined to rise to whatever challenge befell her.

“Your dare is to take your underwear off and put it on the table” Rebecca said.

Clare tried to look unperturbed by the proposed challenge. She glanced down at her lap. From my place on the bench beside her I also looked down. She was wearing a short, loose-fitting black skirt that stopped half way down her thighs. Although I perceived she was uncomfortable, I didn’t expect for one moment that she would refuse the dare. And sure enough she didn’t.

Starting with the top half, Clare discreetly and with some dexterity, withdrew one of her arms inside the sleeve of her shirt. From here, and with all of us watching in excited silence, she went about unfastening something at her back and pulling it down over her shoulders. She carried out the action swiftly and clinically, the whole time ensuring that what she was doing was fully concealed by her shirt.

She looked inconspiciously around the room at the same time to ensure that nobody outside the group was watching. With impressive speed she eventually returned her arm through the sleeve of the shirt and dropped a peach-colored bra, scrunched up into a ball, on to the table in front of us.

Todd and Russell went crazy about this, applauding and approving her actions. In fact, their brief outburst caused two or three nearby tables to glance over at us.

Rebecca seemed less impressed. I guessed this was partly because of Todd’s approval but also because she had secretly expected (and even hoped) that Clare would refuse to carry out the dare.

By now the atmosphere around the table was tense and excitable and even though I sympathized with Clare’s predicament, I couldn’t help but be swept up in the erotic suggestiveness of it too.

My eyes stayed fixed for a while on the lacy bra that lay on the table. It was an arousing thought that Clare’s (quite impressive) chest had been set free beneath her shirt just a few inches away from where I was sitting. She was a hot girl.

Next we watched her reach beneath the table and wriggle free of her pants. The only people who might have got a glimpse of what was going on down there were Todd and myself as we were seated next to her – one on each side – on the bench. But unfortunately she was every bit as skilled at masking this action and her skirt fully covered what was going on underneath.

Once she had removed the underwear from her waist, she naturally had to get it down over her feet so she appeared to draw her knees up under the table for a moment and lower her arms in order to free herself from it. Once again just a few short moments later, her hand appeared above the table and she triumphantly dropped a tiny little teen thong on top of the bra.

“Dare completed”, she announced victoriously.

Once again the lads went crazy with approval at this but Rebecca still had the same reservation preventing her from appearing impressed.

When Clare went to retrieve her underwear from the table, Rebecca got there first and snatched it up.

“You’re not allowed it back until the end of the game”, she said bitterly.

Clare seemed confused now. She had followed Rebecca’s orders and won favor with the group but now seemed to be disapproved of even more by Rebecca herself.

Rebecca was hellbent on making her feel even more uncomfortable, when she suddenly made the following announcement: “Oh my God, her panties are all wet”.

Clare looked mortified but didn’t say anything.

“They’re soaking”, Rebecca went on, “have you been getting all horny down there?”.

I don’t know if Clare’s thong really was wet but this new method of teasing her was rapidly winning Rebecca back into the boys’ favor. They jeered and laughed at Clare and tried to cop a feel of the pants from Rebecca, although she kept them tightly concealed in her hand and would not allow them to.

Rebecca carried on with her taunting: “they’re all juicy and slimy”, she went on, “she must be a right mess down there”. I looked at Clare who was trying to keep a stiff upper lip but seemed really hurt. I felt I had to say something.

“Come on Rebecca”, I protested, “that’s not fair. Give them back to her”.

Rebecca stopped her jeering and looked at me with astonishment.

“Ooh sticking up for her now are we?”, she said turning on me, “are you hoping that if she’s turned on enough, she might take your virginity later?”.

Todd and Russell laughed even more at this and it spurred Rebecca on.

“Maybe it was sitting next to you that made her all wet”.

Goodness knows why either of us wanted to be friends with this unpleasant girl, but you know what teenagers are like. It takes time and maturity to realize there are more important qualities in life than popularity and hanging-out-with-the-right-people.

At the time, I am embarrassed to say, my main concern was simply that I might be rejected from the group. Clare too seemed more troubled by this thought than whether or not she could retain her dignity.

“OK, your turn for a dare again”, Rebecca said viciously, looking at me. “You like her so much, put your hand up her skirt”.

The boys loved this.

“What?”

“You heard! Shove your hand up her skirt. Touch her. Find out how wet she really is!” Rebecca was loving the power she was commanding.

“I, er…”

“Trying to get out of the dare are you?”

“No, I just…”

“Then DO it”.

I won’t pretend I didn’t feel awkward and embarrassed but I saw the opportunity to redeem myself by carrying out this challenge and I could see that Clare felt the same way. Her eyes met mine and they seemed to be urging me to go for it rather than risk having us both fall out with Todd and Rebecca.

So I reached my right arm under the table. Clare lifted her skirt up and replaced it over my hand. Todd let out a whoop of anticipation at this and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was rather disappointed he couldn’t see any of the details of what was about to happen.

My fingers were shaking a little as Clare lowered her skirt over them. The first thing they found was the warm, smooth flesh of her thigh. I felt the skin beneath my fingertips instantly harden with tiny goose-bumps. I have no idea what the expression on my face was showing at this point but I know my heart was thumping.

Clare’s face was trying to keep calm but she looked every bit as anxious as I felt. Tracing my fingers along the soft flesh of her thigh, I moved my hand further between her legs until they reached their target.

I felt a strip of what seemed to be very neatly-trimmed pubic hair and a moment later touched the outer lips of her pussy. They were dry and felt cooler than the flesh on her leg.

I was not intending to have any more than a quick feel before removing my hand – having completed the dare – but as I pressed my forefinger against the fleshly lips it suddenly and unexpectedly slid inbetween them. And before Clare or I could do anything about it, my finger was met with the hot, dampest little cunt imaginable.

I don’t know how I can be so sure when Clare’s upper body and face remained so inanimate, but I felt certain she experienced a sharp sensation of pleasure when my finger slipped inside.

I had been unsurprised at the apparently dry lips that originally met my touch – I mean, being placed in the embarrassing situation of being “abused” in public as part of a dare was hardly guaranteed to be turn-on of the year – but nothing could have prepared me for the shock of discovering that just beneath the surface, her pussy was every bit as slippery and juicy as Rebecca had advertised.

By the time my finger slid back out again, the whole area of her pussy was drenched. It was the wettest little crotch I have ever touched – although I had little to compare it with at the time.

I hesitated as I returned my hand above the table, as to whether I should wipe my fingers first. I didn’t want to provide further fuel for Clare to be tormented, but then I also didn’t want Rebecca to think that Clare and I had simply “faked” it.

As it happened, I had no time to think before Rebecca was making demands again:

“Show us your fingers”, she said.

I held them in front of me and we all saw, quite unmistakably, they were lubricated with a clear oily liquid that was glistening in the dim light.

Rebbeca was delighted at this vindication. “You see”, she squealed, “she is soaking down there!”

Todd and Russell cheered their approval of this new evidence of Rebecca’s allegation and both congratulated Clare and I on our impressive carrying out of the dare.

“Now put the finger in your mouth”, Rebecca ordered and I popped the wet forefinger between my lips. My taste buds were met with the distinctive salty taste of pussy.

There were even more cheers from the boys.

“Right, its somebody else’s turn then”, said Clare in an attempt to move the game on.

“No it isn’t”, Rebecca interrupted, “you guys haven’t finished proving yourselves yet”. I don’t know if she was getting off on the power of giving out orders or if, like the boys, she was simply getting off on the forbidden nature of the activity, but either way she wasn’t ready for our ridicule to finish.

“Next”, she said, “Clare you have to flash Henry your pussy”. I was starting to feel rather fondly towards Rebecca again. If I was going to continually benefit in this way from her orders to Clare, maybe the situation wasn’t so fucked up after all.

Clare also seemed more relaxed this time. Perhaps because the ice had now been broken, or maybe because this dare was comparatively tamer than the one we had just performed.

Clare sat back as far as she could against the wall and turned her legs fully towards me. We both scanned the immediate area to be sure no outsiders were watching and then I looked down at her lap, which was still concealed by a long skirt.

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Midnight Movie https://aygir.org/midnight-movie.html https://aygir.org/midnight-movie.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/midnight-movie.html

Wendy waited impatiently for the movie to start. It was already fifteen minutes past midnight and the girl’s foul mood was obvious even to the popcorn boy. Her date for the evening had stood her up, none of her friends were around, and the only resort for entertainment was a lonely midnight movie. Sighing, she leaned back in the scratchy seat as the lights finally dimmed.

The theatre door opened and closed quickly, flashing a spear of light at the opening curtains. A dim figure strolled down the aisle. She seated herself next to Wendy, further annoying the already unhappy girl. The theatre was nearly empty; there was no reason why this woman had to sit just one seat away. The pre-movie advertisements for popcorn and licorice boomed to life and Wendy glanced at the newcomer out of the corner of her eye.

Wendy’s neighbor was wildly sexy. Her dark hair floated wildly around her creamy complexioned face and her blue eyes flashed merrily in the illumination from the movie screen. The girl wore a nearly see-through blouse and long black skirt, and even in the dim light Wendy could see that she had no bra. All and all, she appeared to be ready for a night at the dance clubs rather than the movies.

The film started and Wendy turned her attention to the screen. Almost immediately, the other girl propped her feet up on the seat in the next row. For the next ten minutes, both women were absorbed by the intense Cami Halısı prison break unfolding before them. Soon after, however, the movie turned to an impressively provocative sex scene. About two minutes later, as a lithe blonde’s naked ass undulated on the screen, Wendy once again glanced at her neighbor. The movie was quickly forgotten as Wendy realized with a shock what the other woman was doing.

The girl’s feet still rested on the corners of the seat before her and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. Beneath, she obviously wore nothing. With one hand the dark-haired girl was stroking the inside of her thighs lightly. The other was busy at the apex of her legs, slowly massaging her clit with a circular motion.

Wendy sat silently, transfixed by the sight of the masturbating woman. The scene on the screen soon changed, but Wendy’s neighbor continued touching herself. Wendy turned around quickly, blond curls bouncing, and scanned the theatre. No one else seemed to have noticed what was going on in Wendy’s row and she knew that the theatre workers very rarely checked out the screening rooms while a movie was playing. Breathing somewhat quickly, Wendy turned her attention back to the action one seat away.

The other girl looked up suddenly, locking her gaze on Wendy’s and smiling. The tip of her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked across her upper lip in a slow, provocative Cami Halıları gesture. Her fingers continued their work, flickering steadily between her legs. Wendy found that she couldn’t break the girl’s gaze. Unconsciously, her hand began caressing her own nipple through the fabric of her sweater and bra. The other girl’s smile grew wider.

Without warning, Wendy’s neighbor slid from her seat and crossed the short distance between the two of them on her knees. Wendy’s eyes grew wide. Without hesitating, her new friend pushed Wendy’s knees apart and softly kissed the milky skin on the inside of Wendy’s thigh. A jolt of electricity shot through the big-chested girl’s body, causing her nipples to stiffen instantly and a liquid warmth to wash over her skin. Her anonymous lover recognized the response instantly and trailed her tongue all the way up and under the leg of Wendy’s cutoffs.

The movie was totally forgotten now, as were any concerns that someone else might oversee. Wendy fumbled for the clasp of her shorts, releasing them faster than she’d thought possible. The kneeling girl ripped the cutoffs away, pulling Wendy’s panties with them. Leaning back in her seat, Wendy thrust her legs over the back of the chair before her. The dark-haired girl’s face immediately smothered Wendy’s dripping cunt, licking and sucking at the engorged lips while her tongue stroked Wendy’s hardening clit. Sliding her hands beneath her sweater, Wendy rolled and pinched her erect nipples between her own fingertips. The screen was exploding with a sound as the movie flashed to a raging gunfight, but Wendy didn’t notice.

The anonymous woman’s skirt bunched up around her waist once more and Wendy could see the smooth skin of the girl’s round ass rubbing against the rough plastic of the seatback. Skilled fingers opened the gate of Wendy’s nether lips and a warm tongue quickly began stabbing inside her cunt. Wendy bit her lip, trying vainly to keep from moaning. Her heart was beating faster and faster and nearly skipped a beat when the dark-haired girl’s tongue slipped down to probe lightly at the tight pucker of Wendy’s ass.

Wendy did begin groaning then, a deep, throaty sound that was hardly audible above the thunderous sound of the movie. The kneeling woman returned her mouth to Wendy’s clit and began stroking her slick asshole with one fingertip. Seconds later, Wendy gasped as a long finger slid smoothly into her rectum at the same time as soft lips encircled her clit and sucked hard. Wendy climaxed immediately, covering her lover’s face with the sticky fluids of her orgasm. The other girl continued licking and sucking, slowly pumping Wendy’s taut ass with one finger and holding the thrashing girl’s sweater with the other fist. After a few minutes her convulsions ceased and the other woman slid up into Wendy’s embrace.

“I’m Amy,” she whispered, tracing her tongue around the inside of Wendy’s ear.

Wendy smiled in return, and, while the movie continued playing, led Amy from the theatre.

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Halloween 2003 https://aygir.org/halloween-2003.html https://aygir.org/halloween-2003.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/halloween-2003.html

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Richard left work early. He had some errands to run before the Halloween party. He was anxious; he had not been to a costume party in twenty five years. Pulling to the curb in front of the costume shop, Richard was envisioning himself as batman or superman.

Stepping up to the counter, Richard said,

“Do you have a couple of costumes reserved for Richard Smith?”

Opening a book, a tall older gentleman behind the counter flipped several pages and said,

“No I don’t see anything under Smith.”

Pulling out his cell phone, Richard called his wife. When she answered, he asked,

“Linda, Didn’t you reserve the costumes?”

After a silence, Linda said,

“Oh god, I forgot!”

Getting upset, Richard told her he would get something and hung up. Turning back to the man behind the counter, Richard said,

“Do you have a batman or superman costume?”

Looking at his watch, the clerk said with a sigh,

“At five o’clock on Halloween day, we really don’t have much of anything.”

He stopped to think, then added,

“We have a two people horse costume, a gorilla and a couple of things from the middle ages.”

Richard said thanks and left. Going out the door, he was disappointed. He was looking forward to the party and going as a super hero. He worried all the way home about if they were going, and what were they going to do. Pulling into the driveway at his house, Richard resigned himself to not going. Turning towards the door, he was surprised to see his wife.

Linda Smith was standing in the door way wearing a pair of black slacks and a white mans dress shirt. Below her nose she had on a fake mustache. At five foot nine with small breast and large hips and butt, Linda filled out her costume perfect.

She raised a glass and said,

“Here have a drink. We only have a few minutes to get you ready.”

With curiosity, Richard asked,

“What costume?”

Walking in as he spoke, Richard saw Linda’s friend Tammy. The two ladies started transforming Richard into Regina. He took a couple of sips of his drink and tried to protest, but it did no good. The ladies were determined.

They stripped him to his underwear. They shaved his five o’clock shadow. They started with a pair of nylons, then a short dress. Tammy disappeared. Coming out of the bedroom, she was carrying a nice blouse to wear under the dress, a pair of rubber fake breasts, a bra and a wig. Richard tried to protest again, but his wife stepped in. In no time Richard looked like a beautiful woman.

Setting a mirror on the table, they put make up on him and topped off the outfit with a nice blond wig. Looking in the mirror, Richard Escort Bayan Antep was impressed. He was starting to get into it. Turning back to the table, Tammy gave him a pair of low heel shoes. They fit. It was then he realized they planned this.

Linda came out of the bedroom, she had on a nice pair of suspenders, a nice tie, a suit coat and a hat. As Tammy left, Richard and Linda did some finishing touches and left for the party. all the way there, Richard was wondering if there was some ulterior motive. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her about his bisexual curiosity.

Arriving at the party a few minutes late, Linda blamed it on her friend Regina for taking so long to get ready. It was a nice party at a large house outside of town. They were constantly introducing themselves because their costumes hid them so well.

At ten the host and his wife, dressed as King Henry and Anne Boleyn, came out with a box of trophies. They handed out awards for most creative, best costume, and sexiest. Richard and Linda won for most creative.

After the trophie presentation, Richard went upstairs to the restroom. Coming out a man dressed in a Tarzan costume stopped him.

“Hi you remember me? It’s good to see you again.”

Before Richard could answer, Tarzan leaned in for a hug and a kiss. Richard was shocked. He didn’t know what to do. As he felt the man’s tongue going in his mouth, he started to tingle and get turned on. Richard responded, kissing him back. It turned Richard on more when the man reached around and massaged his butt cheeks.

Moving back into the bathroom, Richard took his mouth away. Tarzan reached for Richard’s breast. Not sure if he wanted this sharade to end or not Richard stopped him. With a look of disappointment, Tarzan said,

“Okay how about one of your expert blow jobs?”

Richard thought a minute. He was going to stop him and tell him who he really was, but couldn’t. He was mesmerized when he removed his Tarzan outfit. A semi-erect cock stuck straight out. Richard bent to his knees. Putting a hand around his cock, he felt it grow in his hand. Slowly he moved his mouth closer. Opening his mouth, he felt his first cock. Reaching for his balls he moved up and down sucking on his cock. He liked giving his first blow job.

He moved his head faster, moving his hand along the eight inch cock. He heard him moan. Realizing he was about to cum, Richard went faster. As he started cuming, Richard swallowed every drop.

They both left the bathroom. Tarzan went down stairs first. Most of the people had gone by the time Richard made it down stairs. He looked around the room. He saw Mark and Terri, the host.

Mark is five foot ten. He has brown hair and a goatee. His wife, Terri is five foot six. she has large sagging breast and a large round ass.

Richard looked around the room some more. He saw Tarzan standing next to a short red head dressed as Jane. She is slim with small perky tits. Looking at Tarzan he thought about what he just did upstairs. Tarzan is five foot ten, and muscular.

Richard saw Bill and Kim Maxwell. He was dressed as Superman and she came dressed as Lois Lane. Bill is five eight with a little bit of a pot belly. Kim is five foot two with long blond hair and large firm breasts.

Mark and Terri took off their costume. bill took off his Superman’s cape and tights. Standing in the living room in a pair of shorts, Mark said to Debbie Moore, dressed as Jane,

“Have you met Richard and Linda Smith?”

Richard pulled off his wig and Linda took off her hat. Behind Debbie, her husband, Larry looked shocked. As they shook hands Richard almost made the comment that they already met, but changed his mind.

Breaking the awkward moment Larry Looked at his wife and made a comment about her perky tits being beautiful. Her tits were almost visible with the skimpy costume. After a couple of more comments about her perky tits, she pulled her top off and asked,

“Would you like to see more?”

All the guys said yes. After more talk about breast and butts, everyone was naked. Mark walked over to Kim, like he had done this before, he led her to the couch. She lay on the couch and he got on his knees next to her. He leaned in and started licking her bald pussy. Watching Mark and Kim, Bill didn’t notice Terri come over and go to her knees. She started making love to Bill’s seven inch cock.

Watching the two couples, Larry walked up behind Linda and started kissing her neck. He leaned down and sucked he left tit. They laid on the floor and went into a heated sixty nine.

Richard and Debbie pulled up a piece of carpet. Richard was getting excited about licking Debbie’s red haired pussy. The sight of her bush turned him on even more. He started licking and fingering her to a hot thigh exploding orgasm.

After Debbie came twice she moved Richard to his back and positioned his cock at the opening to her pussy. Grabbing his hands she started riding him to another orgasm. After going at it harder, Richard moaned loud and came.

He looked over at his wife next to him. She was on her hands and knees with Larry sliding his cock in her pussy doggie style. they were meeting thrust for stroke. Larry was holding Linda’s large hips and going faster and faster. He met Linda’s strokes a couple of more times, moaned, came and leaned back to realx.

Mark and Kim were relaxing near the couch. they were both drenched in love juices and sweat.

As Bill and Terri finished, they all relaxed and had another drink. After a little samll talk, they all decided to help Mark and Terri clean up from the party.

The ladies cleaned up the kitchen and the men cleaned up the living room and den. with most of the kitchen finished, Linda set down her towel and sat at the table just off the kitchen.

Terri walked behind Debbie at the sink and put her arms around her. Reaching under her t-shirt she caressed her right breast. Terri moved Debbies red hair and suck her neck. A tingle went through Debbie; she turned around and kissed Terri.

Pulling up Debbie’s shirt, Terri caressed and sucked both her perky tits. They were rubbing and touching each other. Terri reached a hand inside Debbie’s shorts and felt her moist pussy. Debbie moaned and came. Terri moved her hand sensously and Debbie came again.

Debbie wanted to touch Terri also. She reached into Terri’s shorts, feeling her bald pussy excited her even more. with a hand moving around the folds of Terri’s Pussy, Debbies turned to kiss her. As they kissed, Terri started coming.

The guys returned from taking some garbage outside just as the girls were finishing.

Larry looked at his wife and said,

“I hate to leave, but we have a baby sitter at home and have to go.”

Debbie seemed disappointed, but she knew Larry was right. they said good bye and left.

Bill and Kim also had to leave. Richard was thinking about leaving also, when Mark offered them the spare bedroom.

They all went up stairs, after showing Richard and Linda the spare bedroom, they stopped at their room. Mark put a hand on Linda’s broad shoulders and asked,

“What do you say we try something new on the king size bed?”

Going into the large bedroom, Linda took off her shirt and shorts. Terri and Richard followed. Positioning Linda on the bed, Mark started licking her pussy. At the foot of the bed Terri started sucking Richard’s cock. They went into a sixty nine. Moaning in ecstasy, Linda enjoyed Mark’s tongue. After cumming a couple of times, Linda rolled over to take Mark doggie style. He got on his knees and slid his cock in her wet pussy.

Linda turned to watch Richard and Terri as they moved into postion, Terri on her back with Richard on top. Richard and Terri came at the same time. stopping to relax, they just sat there.

Meeting every thrusts, Linda came. She started to relax, then Mark moaned then came.

Linda and Richard moved to the spare bedroom. they made hot passionate love, then fell asleep. In the morning they had breakfast and some small talk. By ten thirty Richard and Linda left. They made plans for another party soon.

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Fun at the Shoestore https://aygir.org/fun-at-the-shoestore.html https://aygir.org/fun-at-the-shoestore.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/fun-at-the-shoestore.html

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Working at a full service high end shoe store in the mall during the week can be a lesson in loneliness. It gets so slow during the day, hours seem like days, and it seems like forever until you get to go home.

Having a foot fetish, I thought I could do two things at once; make money, and get my fill of woman’s feet. Summer is the best time of the year because just about everyone is in open shoes and flip flops, showing off their pedicures, but more important, their gorgeous feet, succulent toes, high arches, and smooth heels. Just seeing some of them make my cock throb. Not all of them, but those certain ones from women that you can see are well taken care of; smooth skin, well dressed, with freshly manicured nails, and feet that to me, have been so neglected that it should be against the law.

I can usually tell a lot about a woman’s feet by, believe it or not, looking at their hands. Most of the time, I’m usually in the ballpark…

Then there was this one woman…

During one particularly slow day, a woman that I would say was in her early sixties came into the store wearing a jogging suit, looking for a new pair of sneakers. You could see, despite her age, that she was in really good shape and took good care of herself.

Of course, my first thought when I’m assisting a woman I find attractive is how I can’t wait to have those feet in my hands! So I make sure my tie was straight, and casually asked her if there was anything she wanted to try on, and she replied “not yet, but if I do, I’ll be sure to let you know.” Feeling like I wasn’t going to see those feet of hers, I started to turn to walk back to the counter when she said “On second thought, I’d like to see a pair of these in size Escort Bayan Antep six, please.” Hearing that, I proceeded to run, err, walk to the back of the store to retrieve the sneakers she wanted to try on. When I came out with them (thanking the powers that be that we had her size in stock!) I asked her to have a seat, and I would assist her trying them on.

I went and got an ottoman for her to rest her calves on, allowing her feet to hang off the edge of the ottoman, I then proceeded to unlace her left sneaker. After it was sufficiently loose, I slipped her sneaker off. What I saw was a silhouette of the most perfect foot I have ever seen. It was a good thing I was sitting, because seeing that perfectly formed foot went from my eyes, and traveled down my spine and landed right on the head of my cock, making it throb.

Thinking quickly, I suggested she try these sneakers on with new socks, as the ones she was wearing were moist with sweat. She agreed. Doing my best to disguise the bulge that was developing in my trousers, I went to the rack to get her a pair of footy socks, then taking my index finger, I slipped it into her sweaty sock, making sure I ran the tip of my finger over the sole of her foot, starting at her heel, and running my finger up to her toes, which resulted in her sock coming off her foot, and onto my index finger.

As her sock came off, she reacted to my finger rubbing her sole by spreading her toes, which made my cock jump. At this point, I’m hoping she doesn’t need anything that would require me walking anywhere, as my cock was just about fully erect.

After removing her right sneaker, I removed her other sock the same way I did the first, and got the same reaction of her spreading her toes. This time though, when she spread them, I noticed her hips moved a little, and I heard her make a noise which sounded to me like a stifled moan. I asked her if she was ok, as she seemed somewhat flustered. She looked at me, and you could see in her eyes that she liked what I did, so I asked her if I should do it again, and she instantly replied a very seductive “yes!” This time I did both of them together, and the toes on both of her feet spread wider, and she let out a moan.

At this point, it was easy to see that my full on erection and her reaction to what I did made it clear to each of us that we both were approving what was happening. With that, she asked “is there someplace we can go to explore this further?” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I limped over to the front door, and locked it. There wasn’t time to put a sign up, so I took her hand and we both disappeared into the back of the store.

The second the curtain closed from being walked through, she was grabbing at my crotch, cupping her soft, palm around my hardness. She proceeded to drop to her knees, and loosened my belt, and in one motion, pulled my trousers and underwear to my ankles, making my now pulsating cock to spring out to attention, with its head just inches from her face.

Without saying a word, she looked up at me. I could feel her hot breath on my cock, then without warning she eagerly stuffed my throbbing cock into her hungry mouth and started sucking.

My first thought (aside from ecstasy) was not only was she deep throating my cock to my balls, but I have a perfect view of her sexy soles, which drove me even crazier.

Not being able to take it any longer, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and with one swipe of my hand cleared everything off the desk, and I told her to lay down on the desk, then it was my turn to pull her sweat pants and thong off in one motion. Sensing where this was going, she spread her legs as far as she could and reached down and spread her pussy lips open, and said those three words I wanted to hear: “Eat my pussy!” I pulled her to the edge of the desk, still spread open, and I pushed my tongue deep into her wet pussy. My tongue danced on her erect clitoris which made her hips rise to meet my tongue as she came right on my tongue. I lapped up all the sweet nectar her pussy squirted, then told her to turn over and to hang her feet off the end of the desk.

It was my turn with those feet! I went to my knees and proceeded to run my tongue all over her soles, in-between her spread toes, and lapped her soles which made her cum again. I then put her feet together, soles up, and put my throbbing cock on her soles, pumping my cock across her hot soles. She could see that my excitement was building, so she looked back at me and moaned to me “I want you to shoot your cum all over my feet!” With that, I took my hard cock in my hand and started to stroke it. I kept stroking it until my excitement could no longer be contained which led me to ejaculate my hot cum all over her feet and soles as I screamed in ecstasy. When I was finished her feet were covered with my seed. Then without saying anything, she put her socks on, right over all my cum, then put her thong and sweat pants back on, then her sneakers.

She gave me a long, deep kiss, and told me that she would be back to try on other shoes. I pulled my trousers up, walked her to the front of the store, unlocked the door, and she stepped out and went down the hallway.

I can’t wait until next time!

*FIN*

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House Cleaner Teaches Father Dale https://aygir.org/house-cleaner-teaches-father-dale.html https://aygir.org/house-cleaner-teaches-father-dale.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/house-cleaner-teaches-father-dale.html

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I clean and cook for a couple of Priests here in our small community.

Father Dale is a very handsome man, 45, & a little over 6 feet. He is a little over weight (my fault I guess hehe). Father Dale has the most Beautiful blue eyes a woman could ever lay eyes on. Just looking at him draws you into him. I often wondered why he ever became a priest.

The other day I had to work later than usual .I was upstairs cleaning out the washroom when I heard some muffled noises coming from Father Dale’s room. I slowly and quietly walked toward his room. The door was not completely shut. I peeked in to see if he was all right, .WOW was he ever all right! I saw the most beautiful cock ever!! At least 9 inches long and at least 2 or 3 inches wide. I watched for a bit because that was always a question in my mind as to what a Priest did when of if he got horney.

Father Dale had the small TV on was watching something on it. I peeked in further careful not to make any noise. It was a very, very old porn. It really didn’t show anything like we can see today, just very suggestive. It showed tits bouncing but no penetration.

Father Dale was standing at the mirror with his cock sticking out of the zipper with his pant still done up. What a beautiful site. Obviously, he thought so too. He was smiling and stroking his cock and balls. He lifted his cock to stroke his balls. Bayan Escort Antep Then I noticed they didn’t have any hair on them, or around his cock!!He shaved all the pub hair off. I thought I would cum right there. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I was so turned on by this sight! He stroked his cock and watched the video. The he reached into his beside drawer and pulled out some baby oil, poured some into his hand and stroked slowly. Oh, how I wanted to interrupt him, but I didn’t and watched as his strokes got faster and his breathing harder. Then he exploded all over his hand, & across the room. I though those jets of cum would never stop. He was very please with his load as he smile with approval as to how far he had shot his load. I quickly went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled that I was leaving. Father Dale yelled back “K –Liz, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As I drove home I thought of an xxx video I had .It was the best porn I had seen in a long time. I had a wicked thought. Tomorrow I would replace the video and watch from a distance again another night. I was so horney I fingered myself as I drove home. When I got home, I used my portable friend and thought about Father Dales cock. I fucking came so hard .I knew it was a nasty thought but I just had to have that cock in me.

The next day I replace the video he had with the one I brought from home .I didn’t touch his room that day as I didn’t want him to catch on who did it quiet yet. I am what people call voluptuous. I catch Father Dale a couple of time peek around a corner to watch me. So, I lowered the front of my top to expose more cleavage. I gave him a little show. I stayed in a bent over position so he could see my tits sway. I pretended I didn’t see him and stood up after I figured his cock was hard. “Oh, father Dale, I didn’t hear you come in. would you like a coffee or tea?” I thought to myself or me?? and smiled. I casually looked at his crotch as I walked towards him. He was soooooooooooo hard. His cock bulged thru his pants making an obvious outline of his cock.

I pretended not to see it.

“Ummmm, coffee would be great.”

Liz thought to herself tonight has top be the night. I can’t go on any longer. I have to see what he does. She gave him his coffee and sat with him to have one herself. This was not out of the ordinary at all. She kept her tank top where was not even trying to adjust it. Father Dale liked this very much. He didn’t even ask her to adjust her top. He could see a bit of her areole. He thought he was being discrete but he was staring and I loved every min of it.

After supper Father Dale went upstairs. I yelled that I was leaving and pretended to leave. I quietly snuck upstairs and watched from my secret hiding place.

Father was already watching the videotape. He was sitting glued to the TV and his cock & balls were sticking out of his pants like before. I loved that, it looked so sexy. His hands were not touching his cock this time. He just sat with his hands behind him holding up his body .His cock stood right up .I wanted to burst in and suck it right there but I decided to finger myself as I watched him. He took out a half blown up balloon and imitated the man licking the woman’s nipple. Then it dawned on me.. He is probably a virgin. Holy Fuck!! (No pun intended). He kept rewinding it and watched himself in the mirror to see if he was getting it right. Looked pretty good to me. My tits were aching for his mouth.

He let the tape continue to run when he was satisfied with the balloon. He watched as the man licked his way down to her wet cunt. It was bald. Father Dale was mesmerized with the licking of this wet bald cunt. Precum was oozing from his cock .He flicked his tongue with the guy in the video. Then watched himself in the mirror again. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Interesting.

He fast forward to the place where the man fucked the lady doggy style. Father Dale got on his bed on his hands and knees and grabbed a balloon that was not inflated very much. He forced it over his cock with two hands and fucked the balloon with the same timing as the guy in the video. He had obviously practiced this a lot cos he was very good at it plus he held back until they came together.

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Hairy

I and my girlfriend patronized nudist beaches regularly. We were going steady and I visited her house often; taking the opportunity to smooch whenever her mother was not at home. Her mother I called Aunty Doris was friendly and a charming lady. I would engage in small talks with her when girlfriend wasn’t in when I arrived. I admired her bringing up my girlfriend as a single parent. Despite our age difference I found her approachable and she looked younger than her age. I felt comfortable talking to her and we got along well. Slowly I began to find her company more enjoyable than with my girlfriend. She was knowledgeable and could talk on most subjects, making her an ideal companion whenever I had issues.

Overtime I drew inspiration talking with her. I found her attractive and gradually I took a fancy on her, mainly attracted by her full figured physique and intellectual. I tried to find opportunities to visit her when I knew my girlfriend was not in. Initially it was a platonic admiration, gradually it grew to infatuation. She was a vivacious woman. Whenever alone with her in the house, I would cast my eyes on her shapely busty full figure, fascinated with her hefty bust which looked like bursting out of her blouse with her nipples sticking visible. I drooled over her bust. I could see them swaying freely under her top and her hard nipples poking through the material as she strutted around quite obviously bra less.

I would gingerly peep down her cleavage on the sly. In a skirt, her slender thighs seemed perfect in every way, sexy matched to a set of perfect length calves that excited me. The length of it hung down high enough that the back of it permitted me to see her fleshy thighs, eyeing higher towards her protruding bums excited my fantasy. I would glance up her knees with tufts of flesh blended almost flawlessly with her pleasant looking thighs. Her skirt along with her other superb traits incited my fantasy. Whenever she caught my eyes ogled up her skirt, she made a feeble attempt to pull down her skirt. But as she shuffled about it crept up higher that I could see her panties.

After being acquainted with me on my numerous visits, she stopped making effort to pull it down and didn’t seems to mind it stayed that up for me, looking at me with her cheery eyes as we chatted. I had a field time sheepishly looking at her bust and turned away trying to be polite when she noticed me eyeing her. Everything about her came together once my fantasy ran wild in my mind. I wanted to reach out to caress her breasts. I wanted to whisper to her how perfect they were, to kiss them, tell her how beautiful they were, and pleasure them by running my hands, my face, any other way she felt she could be pleasured. I was in dream world of my own. How I wished it was reality I could touch her luscious body.

Something I saw in her was extremely alluring. My feeling, or more likely lust, has been simmering and I desired to close up with her. Something about her physique came to my mind so very often as I day dreamed. Her svelte figure mesmerized me and drove my libido high. I played out my fantasy on her in self gratifying masturbation. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She dominated my thoughts. I felt happier in her company. Soon subconsciously I was redirecting my affection to her. I had a surging desire to see her often. As I became confident we were moving in a comfortable convergence, I ventured into talking about personal preferences.

In her house she would dressed in loose clothing like housecoat. I could see through her silhouette she didn’t wear undergarment. I fantasized she had a voluptuous figure I yearned to touch. I would sit close to her on the couch, touching her legs with mine when we chatted. Sometimes I would extend my hands and purposely brushed her bust. She would smile. No reprimand. I took it as inviting to get intimately knowing me as future son-in-law.

I ventured to introduce nudism to her. Mindful I could offend her, I was prepared to get turn down and chased out of the door. Surprisingly she showed an interest when I told her about her daughter and I frequent nudist beach and the sensation we had basking in the sun and breeze blowing over our naked bodies. At first she blushed when I suggested she went with us. From her reaction I sensed she was keen to try.

Eventually we made arrangement and went threesome on one weekend. Aunty Doris was timid initially with hands covered her private parts but we egged her on and eventually got her to bare all. I realized I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, and she seem to notice. I had my eyes feasting on her voluptuous body. She was indeed beautiful and well endowed than I imagined. She appeared more appealing than I fantasized. I could hardly conceal my erection, however hard I suppressed. My girlfriend rubbed sunscreen on her mother’s body to put her at ease.

After which she held and stroked me while rubbing sun screen over me. Our intimacy caused her much discomfort. Bayan Escort Antep She looked away, shyly avoided eye contact.

It didn’t take long for me to get so aroused and reached the sensation to ejaculate yelling, “Darling… stop… I’m cumming.”

I shot semen into the air. To my astonishment, Marlene boldly took my still sputtering cock into her mouth. Right in front of her mother Doris. Swallowing the sperm, gulping by mouthful. So much I ejected that some flow from her mouth. I took her by the hands and plugged my mouth on hers. Oblivious her mother was there as if she were transparent to us…

Faintly I heard Aunty Doris moaned softly, “Wow… Ohoooo.” Her hand on her groin.

We were so daring smooching right in her presence leaving no doubt in her mind what we had been doing. I could see her fidgeting and uneasy countenance feeling embarrassed.

Our first nudist venture was a good beginning. I saw Doris’s natural beauty. We had many more enjoyable times. Soon she felt less inhibited and was not abashed that I cast my eyes on her with a full erection. We became openly flaunting our nude bodies in a puritan manner though I tried my utmost to suppress my eroticism. Her daughter was open minded taking it as part of fun, often fondled me to ejaculation in complete view of her.

It was a normal activity going to the beach every weekend for us three. In the buff we enjoyed the serenity of the waves splashing on shore, the sunbath our nude bodies. We lay the mat and towel then proceed to rub sunscreen on each other. We lavished our sights on each other especially for me leering at future mother-in-law Doris.

On one particular outing, Marlene asked me, “My hands are feeling numb, can you please rub sunscreen on my mother?

I knew my desire to touch her but never expected Marlene to help me to accomplish it.

“Oh… No problem if your mother allow me… ” as I glared at her, hoping she say YES.

“I love that. If not I would be roasted in the sun. Please proceed,” she giggling interjected.

I went nuts running my hands over her naked buxom body, feeling extremely aroused. Cock erected fully at attention. She couldn’t have not seen cock in his majestic state.

Doris lay on her front. Bikini lines indicated she went swimming often. In the buff I guessed only recently with us. Bums big and protruding. I rubbed, lingered to feel her flesh. I massaged the sunscreen deep on her bums, ran fingers ran down her bum cheeks. My hand stretched forward towards her groin and touched her pussy.

She shuddered noticeably with a low murmur, “Uuuummmm… “

My fingers lingered awhile stroking her pussy.

She oozed audibly louder, “Ohhhh… Ooooo… ” But didn’t push my hands off.

I knew she was enjoying my stroking and might soon orgasm if I continue to massage her pussy. I stopped, so as not to cause embarrassment and she would not extend her welcome gesture again.

I moved to rub her whole back then back down to her rump. I massaged for a while longer there feeling the tenderness of the flesh. Slowly ran my hands onto her shapely thighs, legs, feet, toes and soles rubbing sun screen all the way.

All this while, Marlene was watching us smilingly. I didn’t understand what went on in her mind but what I knew I was enjoying her mother’s flesh.

My cock was throbbing, blood pressure pumping. I need a pair of hands to fondle my cock. Two naked women so near and yet so far!

But I had an unfinished job on hand. I must accomplished successfully.

I asked, ” Aunty Doris, I finished with your back. Now the front.”

She didn’t utter a word. I turned to look at her. She closed her eyes dozed off. My massage was so soothing I guessed.

Without further ado, I flipped her onto her back. Casting my lusty eyes on her front made my cock stirring stiff. Her full natural breasts, areolas atop nipples, not too slim waist, broad hips. And wow… her hairless pubic area exposed clitoris, labia and pussy the honey pot. I salivated and drooled seeing her natural beautiful body. I froze admiring her nakedness. My hands poured cream on her neck, shoulders, luscious bust. I still had a job to do.

I pushed on massaging the cream on her skin, not distracting by my horniness. Her eyes closed. I started with her face, down the neck, shoulders. Then my focus on her breasts. Both my hands rubbed cream onto them. I wanted to see if they are natural. What a soft feel on her breasts. Not hard, soft to cup and massage. No silicone implant breasts. Natural. Soft, big and firm. My eyes focused without blinking to soak up her marvelous beauty.

Unconsciously I leaned closer, my cock pressed on her thighs, rubbing tenderly. My hands trended down to her belly, rubbing cream as I glided slowly, lingered to feel her softness. Then massaged her waist and hips. All the while my eyes focused on her groin.

Once finished, my hands wandered to her groin, poured more cream and massaged her hairless pubic area. Then excitingly my hands applied cream on her clitoris, labia and pussy surrounding.

I was imagining the impossibilities as I reached onto her clitoris, kneaded with thumb and index finger. It erected hard and what a protruding piece of flesh. I wanted to place my mouth onto the clitoris but stopped short just in time. Marlene was watching. I continued to rubbed cream on her labia, glided to thighs, legs, feet and soles without so much as lifting my leering eyes on her pussy.

Finally I completed the job, leaned close to her ear saying, “Aunty Doris, I finished rubbing the sunscreen on your body.”

She opened her eyes looking at me smiling, “Thank Dick. So smoothing I fell asleep.”

Before I could get up she said, “Marlene couldn’t rub sunscreen onto you. You want me this old lady to do so?”

“Yes. I couldn’t ask for more. Besides you are not an old lady! You look so young, mistaken you’re Marlene’s sister if I didn’t know you. You can put many younger ladies to shame with your alluring body.” I abruptly stopped realizing I misspoke and I leaked out I was leering at her nakedness!

“Ohhh My Goodness… Oh… Oh… How to face her,” in my heart.

“Ok Man. Lie down. Let me pamper you.”

“Like this position?”

“Make yourself comfortable.”

I lay prone and she sprayed cream over my neck, shoulders and back slowly ran her hands massaging into the skin. Went on to my hips and buttocks. Then onward to my thighs, legs, feet and soles.

“OK. Done. Now face up.”

I already had a full erection and shy she would be embarrassed.

“Wait awhile for the cream to soak in.” I held for time so cock could stood down. But all in vain. I was so aroused; tempted by a naked voluptuous woman so near yet so far out of my reach or rather I dare not reach. What an unfortunate situation.

As she sensed my cock was erected, she naughtily said, ” We are in a nudist beach remember? If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all! If you’ve got it, flaunt it! Don’t be ashamed. Look around you. Men flaunt their poles without a damn worry!”

“Aunty Doris, you’ve got me there I must admit! Go ahead rub me the way I rubbed you.”

She put me at ease, then pushed me over. My cock stood upright. I could see her beaming as if she had proved a point. I was taken aback by her frankness. Marlene was listening to our dialogue and felt ticklish, smiling in approval.

I sheepishly leered at her and my cock got even harder.

“Oh my goodness. What will Marlene think of me leering at her dear mother?” I talked to myself.

“Ready here I pour the cream starting onto your neck, shoulders.”

I glanced at her. As she rubbed me, I noticed she kept my erected cock in her line of sight. She dribbled her creamy hands on my chest, waist, belly button, slowly but surely descending to my thick pubic hair.

“Now to your most private parts. Don’t be shy I rub cream on him.” I couldn’t believe my ears. I looked at her and Marlene. Both were giggling. Surprising me!

Indeed she wasn’t shy to rub cream on my erected cock. I almost cummed but I managed to control.

“Holy mackerel. I survive.” I thought to myself as she uttered, “Job done.”

It was an unbelieving experience. My future mother-in-law so daring rubbed my cock in front of her daughter. I thought she was a conservative woman. Maybe we were in a nudist beach and soon we become a family. Like she mentioned “Seen one, see all.”

After I went through that episode, I still remained respectful and maintained a decorum in approaching her.

Marlene was listless and I said, “I rubbed sunscreen on you darling.”

I reached for the cream and started to apply onto her body. I was still horny and I couldn’t wait to release my pent up semen in the scrotum. After finishing sunscreen on her, I brushed my cock on her thighs.

She moved her finger up and down between her pussy lips. As I stared closely, I watched it become covered by the slippery lubrication. Then she fingered her clitoris poking out from the glistening folds of skin surrounding it. I stroked her clitoris gently. It hardened to a size like her nipple. I slowly rubbed my thumb and index finger across the top of her clit. My kneading on her clitoris gave her increased pleasure. I held her between my thumb and finger and stroked it up and down, gave her a jerk off.

“Now I want you to kiss my pussy.”

I looked at her groin. She looked down the length of her naked body at me and nodded encouragingly.

“You’ll love it” she told me and placed her hand on the back of my head, pushed me down to bury my face between her spread legs.

“Mmm… yes.” I kissed the outside of her pussy and then her hand made it clear she wanted more. My tongue came out and I started licking her there. Then between those labia tasting her juices. Slipping my tongue up and down her slit.

She held my head, moved me down. I thrust my tongue into her pussy. Tongue fucking her.

She gasped and shook, “Ooooo… OhhhOhhh… Uuummmh”

Then she released her hold on me slightly “My clit… suck my clit… ” I kissed her clitoris, used my tongue to lick it.

“Mmm yes. That’s it. That’s what I desire.”

I licked all around and flicked my tongue over the end of her hard clitoris. Then her hand on my head pressed me firmly into her crotch and I felt her lifting her hips to my mouth.

“Suck it.”

I sucked on her clit, clamping my lips tightly around it, I sucked as hard as I could, grazing the rough surface of my tongue across it at the same time. She moaned.

“Oh… Oooo… Mymy… Mmm… .a natural born cunt sucker”

Her hand held me tight, lifted her legs and rested them over my shoulders, brought them together. Her thighs locked onto my head and I was again under her control. As her hips bucked up and down, I struggled to keep my mouth on her clit. She held me tight and the clit came and slipped from my mouth. I realized she wanted this. She was fucking my mouth. I grasped the outside of her trembling thighs as she continued humping herself into my mouth. Sliding my palms up and then under her bums. Gripping a cheek in each hand.

She began shuddering. Her thighs felt like they would crush my head. She was cumming screaming “Mmmm… Ooooo… Ummm… Woooo.”

I made her cummed with my mouth and juices were flowing from her dripping wet pussy. I sucked them into my mouth and swallowed. Loving the taste. Relishing the intimacy of the act. My cheeks and chin were covered and still she shook and shuddered under me. She relaxed a little and I was able to lick and suck her whole pussy.

My tongue on her labia, from her cunt all the way up to her clitoris and back down and pushing my tongue into her cunt.

She twitched a few times and whimpered and said “Such sweet feeling.” muttering encouraging words and then finally I felt her body relaxed and she opened her legs again and tugged me back up to her so our faces were level once more.

She oozed, “Ummm… Hohoho… Ooooo… Want to get into my pussy?”

She was aroused I could see. I slide my legs between her thighs, lifted her legs resting over my shoulders. My erect cock aimed at her pussy and thrust in. We copulated without a care anyone including mother saw us. Mother had her back facing us.

She didn’t see us fucking but upon hearing Marlene yelled, “Uuuummm… Wowowo… Ooooo… ” and heaving breathing she turned around, saw us fucking like rabbits. She must be embarrassed, then ran to the sea and dipped in.

As I was already strung up, shortly cock sputtered out sperm into her pussy.

She yelled, “Yahhh… Good… Ouuuu… Oooo.” My mouth on hers to muffle her scream. I wanted to look for mother, I hurriedly slipped cock out and held Marlene’s hand ran to the water. We were worried when we couldn’t see mother. We shouted for her. Then she popped her head out of the water. We were relieved she seemed alright. We held her hands, one on one side and led her to shore.

We looked at mother and asked sorely, “Sorry we behaved so rashly.”

She laughed, “Only natural behaviour when in love. I expected that. Not offended.”

We settled down at ease. My eyes hovered at mother and lusty thoughts flashed in my mind. She looked so desirable. In my mind, “How I wish I can make love to her.” My cock stirred and erected in no time. I wasn’t shy any more that I showed her my erection.

I had my hand on Marlene’s waist and snuggled close. She fondled my cock, bent to suck him. Mother saw but didn’t show discomfort. In such a short time she had get use to our romancing since we were a couple in her eyes and intimacy was part of a relationship.

I went berserk on the beach mainly by my fantasy of mother’s luscious naked body being so near and yet so far.

In the nude beach I was glad future mother-in-law and I moved to a comfortable relationship having flaunted in the nude.

I drifted into a fantasy world imagining her and I were petting. Slowly but surely I was shifting my feeling for her mother. It was a natural progression as she fitted my dream of an ideal woman with beauty plus brains. I made up my mind to pursue her earnestly. But how to I handle my girlfriend?

My infatuation morphed to a desire to get close to her. I was charmed by her natural beauty. My attention unknowingly shifted to her since I saw her full glory while frolicking on the beach. I craved to get physical with her, to touch her, to hug her. I had a tingling feeling growing intensely for her.

From that day on the beach, I went to her house more frequent, took the opportunities to close up with her. On few occasions, Marlene would excused herself and left the house leaving us alone. It happened so often that her mother seemed concern our relationship might be on the rock.

My girlfriend Marlene wasn’t in when I went visiting one day. Things got to my head while we sat on the couch watching TV. She asked me, “You both doesn’t seem to like being together anymore? Romance petered out? Or I was too muddled thinking?”

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Another Bet Ch. 02 https://aygir.org/another-bet-ch-02.html https://aygir.org/another-bet-ch-02.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/another-bet-ch-02.html

Cock Sniffing

This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. You don’t need to read part 1 of Another Bet to understand what happens, but it will help. Dylan’s adventures started out with the “One For The Road” series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.

Dylan walked back inside Bergin’s and located Birthday Girl at the other end of the bar sitting with the thin guy who had been with Anne earlier. The bar was still crowded at 12:30 AM, but many of Birthday Girl’s party seemed to have left or drifted off to other places in the bar.

Dylan ordered a pint of Bass from Charlie, the bartender, and headed for the restroom to cleanup. He had used Kleenex from Anne’s car to clean-up a little, but he was still sweaty and his cock was covered with Anne’s and his cum from their fuck-a-thon on the hood of her car. He had bet with Tony, his good friend about which one of them could get two certain married women’s phone numbers first, and then use that entrance as a way to seduce those women in a week. Dylan had not even gotten Anne’s phone number, but he had fucked her stupid within an hour of meeting her right here. Tony was going to be so pissed off in the morning when Dylan showed him Anne’s panties that he had collected as proof of winning the bet.

Dylan washed his face and ran his hand thru his messed up black hair. He grinned to himself in the bathroom mirror as he thought back in amazement at how he had seduced Anne right on that neighborhood street and fucked her three times on the hood of her car. God that had been exciting to fuck in plain sight like that! The fear of being caught had just made him harder and more determined to give her the fuck of her life. He was sure that he had managed that fact because of how exhausted she was from the pounding and end to end orgasms that he had given her. She had been barely able to drive home.

He took a wet paper towel and washed the scum off his still sizable prick. The thought of trying to fuck Birthday Girl was what was keeping him from going home. He had to be on the set tomorrow at 7:30 AM, but the body that was concealed in that backless little black dress just looked like more fun. Anne had told him as they walked toward her car that Birthday Girl thought he looked like a good lay, so he was going to try and make that come true for her.

He checked himself in the mirror once more, straightened his clothes and went out to the bar. He picked up his beer and crossed around to where Birthday Girl was seated. She was faced away from him, but he had a great look at how sexy her dress was. It was completely backless, cut in a deep V that came to a point just above the crack of her ass. There were deep cut vents on each side of the dress that showed revealing looks of the sides of her good sized breasts and threaten to show her nipples with any movement that she made. Her hair was long and blond and put up in a French twist. Her skin was a golden tanned color and looked to be very silk smooth to the touch. As he came up on the side of her, he could see that the hem of her short dress had ridden up on her golden thighs revealing a pair of killer legs. All in all, Birthday Girl was a very lovely woman, and the way she was dressed tonight made her smoking hot.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday.”

She turned toward him and as soon as she saw him her eyes grew wide in astonishment.

“I thought you left with Anne.”

“I just walked her to her car.”

“You have been gone a long time.” She said coyly.

“We had a few things to … “discuss.”

“How did that discussion go?”

“Let’s just say, she seemed to really enjoy the exchange, and seemed satisfied with the outcome.”

Birthday Girl laughed and smiled at him, “I bet she did. I’ll call tomorrow and find out how much you “talked” about.”

“I think that she will say that is was wide ranging and very in depth.”

She laughed and extended her hand, “My name is Erin.”

Dylan took her hand, “I only knew you as Birthday Girl, so I am glad to know you indeed have a name. Mine’s Dylan.”

“This is my very good friend Dominic, who is keeping me company on the last drink of the night.” Erin indicated the tall, thin guy next to her. Both men nodded at each other.

“Erin, I have to go. Got to be at work early tomorrow. You okay to get home?”

“Yeah, thanks Dom. I am fine.” Dom kissed Erin a light kiss good-night, and walked toward the front of the bar. Erin patted his empty seat, inviting Dylan to sit down.

“So you and Anne got along fine?”

“Yeah. She is a great woman, but she is very married.”

“Hasn’t stopped her yet.”

“It didn’t this time either.”

“OH! So you scored with her already?”

“I’ll let you ask her that. A real gentleman doesn’t discuss that stuff.”

“I can’t wait to make that call.”

“Well, let me ask you something? Are you married?”

“Would it make any difference?”

“Not to me.”

“Let’s just say that I am involved.”

“Where is Mr. Lucky tonight?”

“Well, Antep Escort Bayan ‘HE’ won’t be lucky tonight, but you will be if you are nice.” Dylan felt his prick lurch down his pant leg. This situation was heating up real fast.

“You are kinda of fast aren’t you?”

“You don’t seem to be much of a wallflower yourself,” said Erin. She placed her hand on his upper thigh, right on top of his 9 inch monster, and squeezed. Dylan’s prick lurched against the pressure of her hand. Erin’s face showed surprise at first, and then a large smile came on her face. She leaned forward, lightly kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. “I want to suck you prick right now.” Erin got up from her bar stool and moved toward the back of the restaurant. There was an archway that separated the darkened dining area from the bar. She stopped in the archway and looked back over her shoulder at Dylan. She smiled and then nodded for him to follow her. With that she disappeared into the darkness of the room.

Dylan looked quickly around the bar and saw that no one had noticed her little show. He slowly got up and walked toward the archway and through. As he entered the darkened room, two hands grabbed him and forced him against the wall. A warm body pressed itself against him and two hot lips covered his mouth in a scorching kiss. Erin forced her tongue deep into his mouth searching for his tongue. Dylan relaxed against the wall, while Erin’s hands were busy undoing his jeans. She undid his pants and pulled his zipper down. She reached her hands into his underwear and released his engorged prick from its hiding place. He could hear her intake of surprise as his large, thick manhood sprang out of its hiding place.

“Man, you are packing! Anne took all of this little beauty?”

“Everywhere I could put it.”

“Boy is she going to be sore tomorrow.” She continued to stroke his prick and give him little butterfly kisses as she worked her hands up and down it length.

“Wife?” She asked.

“No.”

“Girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Boyfriend?”

“I don’t think so given the situation.”

“Well, I think this is going to be the best birthday present I have gotten today.” With that Erin dropped to her knees and using her tongue began to lick the great mushroom shaped head coating it with her saliva. Dylan just groaned to himself. When his knob was dripping with her saliva, she licked her lips, and slid his great length into her mouth. Like any spoiled Hollywood slut, Erin excelled at giving head and she attacked his dick with abandon. Somehow she managed to get her mouth and throat wrapped around his entire girth and soon had her nose was pressed against his taut stomach. Dylan thought he was going to lose his mind as she relentlessly bobbed her head back and forth, letting him slide down her throat. “This bitch is very good,” Dylan thought to himself as she continued to feed her face with his great prick. He let her do all the work, enjoying the feeling of her wet and warm mouth slid back and forth on his turgid joint while she massaged his giant balls. A good five minutes had gone by when suddenly, Dylan felt that tell-tale feeling in the back of his balls letting him know that he was close to cumming. She had gotten him to the edge much faster then he had thought possible considering he had already cum earlier. He put his fingers in her golden blonde and tried to slow her oral assault. “Erin, stop please, I am so close.”

Pulling her mouth from him, she gently stroked his cock. “How many times did you cum with Anne?” she asked.

“Just once,” he replied.

“How many times can you cum in a row?”

“Usually several.”

“Well, what’s the problem?” as she got ready to take him in her mouth again.

“Because I want to cum inside your ass, not down your throat.”

Erin gave the great mushroom head one more lick and then rose up in front of him. She pressed herself against him, opening her lips to his, her tongue boldly seeking his. Dylan’s hands cupped her face, pulling her to him as they kissed deeply. Her hand still slowly slide up and down his saliva covered cock, gently stroking him. Breaking their impassioned kiss, she said, “You say the sweetest things to a girl.”

Erin stepped back from Dylan with her hand wrapped around his jutting cock and pulled him after her. She positioned him in front of a restaurant chair and pushed him into it. He sat back with his massive cock poking out of his jeans, the large mushroom head pointing straight up at her. Her liquid blue eyes followed the slightly waving motion of his great manhood, and a wicked smile came to her lips.

“You are such a naughty boy,” she playfully teased. “Are you going to fuck me good and hard with that big tool?”

“I am sure going to try,” Dylan smiled back.

His eyes followed her hands as they raised the hem of her short black dress. From the reflected light from the archway, he could see that she only had only a tiny red silk thong covering her pussy. She hooked her thumbs in the thin waistband and slowly pulled the silk thong down her golden legs revealing a fully shaved mound. The lips of her pussy glistened in the soft light with the dew of her secretions. As she stepped out of her thong, her dress dropped back into place covering her exposed cunt. She handed the red thong to him and stared at him. Dylan brought the slightly damp soft silk up to his nose and inhaled her musky scent.

“Why don’t you hold on to those for me,” Erin whispered.

She stepped over his lap with her legs on either side of his powerful thighs. She raised the hem of her dress again, and he could seed that the lips of her cunt were slick with moisture. His giant cock was pointed straight at her leaking pussy. She reached down between his thighs taking hold of his excited prick. Spreading her thighs, she bent her knees bringing the tip of the great mushroom head to the slick opening of her steaming cunt. She rubbed the head of his great cock along the wet lips of her entrance lubing the tip up with her free-flowing juices. Then she used the tip to part her slick pussy lips, and pressing down just a bit, began to slide his massive cock up into her hungry pussy.

With a deep groan, she slid his great cock into her welcoming heat, her tight wet pussy gripping him all the way in. Pausing for a moment about mid-way down his hard pole, she had to catch her breath before continuing his slow penetration. Slowly, inch by inch, she pushed down on his massive tool until she took all of his length and girth into her slick warm cunt. “God damn, you feel good!” she moaned when he was all the way inside her with the head of his prick crammed up against her pulsating cervix.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hungrily sought his mouth with hers. Their tongues dueled with each other as the passion of the moment built. Her hips were slightly ticking back and forth gently moving his massive head back and forth against her womb. Breaking the kiss, she hotly panted into his ear, “Oh, I want you to give it to me baby. I want you to ram that big fucking cock right into me!” Then she kissed him again, savagely driving her tongue deep into his mouth. Dylan slide his hand up her bare back to the straps of her dress, and slipped them off her shoulders revealing her beautiful 34C breasts. The nipples were like candy, rose colored, very hard and pointed. They looked good enough to eat

The warmth of Erin’s vagina enveloped his hard-on coating it with her juices. Erin began bucking her hips, moving up and down. Soon, Erin was bouncing up and down, slamming her pussy down on his cock each time, her ass slapping his lap with each motion, in and out, and back in, driving his entire throbbing cock deep inside of her.

“Ohh God!!…yess….mhmm!” she softly moaned.

As Erin bounced contently on Dylan’s surging cock, he ran his hands down her smooth ass cheeks, slipping his fingers into the tender crack of her ass. He lightly pushed against the tight ring of her anus. “Mhmm,” she moaned at his touch. He slowly circled her asshole with soft movements of his fingers, all the while, pressing against the opening of her rosebud. Finally, he slipped a finger into her ass and slowly began to saw in and out of her tight asshole.

“Ohh…mhmm, fuck yess,” she moaned as she pushed against his finger.

Erin continued to fuck herself on his great prick, picking up the pace and slamming his cock in and out of her welcoming vagina. He was lost in the moment, the feel of Erin’s wet warm pussy around his throbbing cock was driving him crazy, and her tight cunt had him on the verge of exploding inside her. That’s why he was relieved to hear her begin to shake uncontrollably as she slammed her body down on him to meet the dual thrusts into her body. Erin’s pussy gripped his cock and a wave of warm juices flooded out of her pussy. To keep from screaming from the pleasure as she came, she yanked a napkin off the nearby table and bit down on the cloth.

“Ohh fuck…yess…aghh!”

She continued to ride Dylan’s cock until her screams and moans and pussy had settled down. She sat on his lap with his 9 inch monster still stuffed up her creaming cunt and just stared at him.

“WOW!” she exclaimed.

“You like it hard and fast?” he growled.

“Oh yes,” she answered breathlessly, “I love it.”

“You’re a dirty girl,” he hissed in her ear.

“Yes, oh yes, I’m a dirty girl, a dirty slut. Fuck me baby,” she moaned.

Dylan got her to pull herself off his raging cock. She groaned as emptiness replaced the fullness of his big cock. Sitting her down in the chair, he dropped in front of her. He gripped her legs and moved them apart so he could see her puffy and very wet pussy wink at him in the reflected light from the bar. With his hands holding her thighs apart, he lowered his head to her waiting vagina. With a loud gasp, Erin’s head fell back, dangling off the back of the chair as he began to eat her hot cunt.

“Oh God, yes, oh yes,” she breathed as he began to flick his tongue across her clit. His fingers plunged deeply into her hot, wet hole as he drew her clit into his mouth.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned as his teeth suddenly bit down on her clit, his fingers continuing to plunging deeply into her. “Fuck yes!” she cried stuffing the napkin back in her mouth, her back arching up off the chair, her pussy grinding in his face as she came hard, her juices smearing his face. Glancing up at her while he sucked her clit into his mouth, he saw her pencil-tipped nipples of her golden breasts pointing to the ceiling as her back arched. She continued to whimper as his teeth and tongue continued to suck and bite her quivering mound, Writhing in the chair, Erin couldn’t even think as Dylan continued to drive her to new heights. Only aware of the magic that Dylan was performing between her thighs, she came like she had never before at the lips or hands of other men she had been with. And she had been with a few.

At last, he raised his head from her gushing cunt and wiped her essence from his face with the back of his hand. He stood up pulling her with him. As she stood, her little black dress slid down her body and pooled at her feet. She was totally nude in a public restaurant, except for a pair of 3 inch heels. Sure they were in the dark part of the eatery, but anyone could come in. But that is not what they were thinking about at the moment.

“God, you are so hot and wet,” he said as he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately, his hands running all over her naked golden body. As they kissed he brought one hand down to her soaking pussy and slipped two fingers up her smoking cunt bringing a moan from Erin.

“I want your ass,” he whispered in her ear as his fingers pushed inside her.

“Oh God, oh yes, take my ass, you bastard, fuck me,” Erin whimpered.

He turned her around and bent her over the chair. Without waiting, he thrust his hips forward, burying several inches of his rock hard cock inside her liquid pussy. Dylan loved the feel of driving his wedge into her hot tight pussy, the feel of her slick cunt walls gripping and sliding the length of his cock as he drilled into her core. Erin loved it too, as she pushed against his driving prick until he was buried in her to the root. Dylan knew he was going to have a lubricant to help slide his giant cock into her super tight ass. As he looked around, he saw some pats of butter that had not been cleared from a nearby table. In between stroking into her tight cunt, he grabbed the pats of warm butter. He used the pats to grease two of his fingers with butter and slowly slid them into her ass. She was very tight, but she moaned and pushed her ass against his fingers, loving every moment as he pushed them deeper into her back passage. He was drilling deep into her pussy on each thrust and finger-fucking her ass. His cock set the pace as he drove into her pussy and asshole.

“Oh God! Fuck, yes!” she cried into the napkin as another orgasm ripped through her and both her ass and pussy clamped down on him. He continued sawing all of his appendages into their respective holes working her up for the big show. As she shuddered against him from her third cum, he pulled his juice covered cock from her dripping pussy and gazed down at her butter cover asshole. He took his fingers out of her ass and again coated them with warm butter. He began to grease the outside ring of her puckered hole.

“Oh yes, yes!” she moaned.

When she was greased up enough, Dylan took his raging hard-on wet with her juices into his hand and guided the tip to her slippery asshole. Pressing her tight rosebud, her hole began to open from the pressure of his iron cock. Suddenly, the great mushroom head popped into her anus, and she let out a small cry. Gripping her hips tightly, Dylan worked sliding his cock further inside her. Pulling back slightly, then he would push in further. He kept fucking her slowly, pulling back a little and pushing in until he was in to the hilt, his large balls pressed against her leaking cunt.

“Do you like that, you dirty slut? Me deep in your ass?” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh Yes. Fuck My Ass Good And Hard.” She gasped from the feeling of pressure in her ass.

He moved his hands from her hips to her swinging tits and cupped them, pinching her nipples as he did. Her hips bucked in response. He slowly pulled back until only his great head was still inside her. Then taking a hard grip on both her round soft tits, he slammed his full length back inside her in a single thrust, causing her to cry out loudly.

“Oh God, Give It To Me Hard,” she pleaded.

Dylan didn’t hold anything back as he drove his cock deep into her dry heat. He plowed his cock into her, pistoning his hips as he fucked her tight ass with all his might. He looked down at her round ass cheeks, watching his iron rod slid in and out with her tight buttered hole stretched around him. Erin pushed her ass back at him, meeting his rough thrusts. The thickness of his giant cock was spreading her ass, and the length of his plunging prick deep inside her ass was driving her crazy with lust. She loved the feel of his big cock inside her, ramming deep in her ass. “Fuck my tight ass,” she gasped. She started climaxing repeatedly, her clenching ass squeezing his cock seeking his male cream. But Dylan continued to drill into her hot ass. He had promised himself that this would be her best birthday fuck ever, and he wasn’t done with her yet. As he plundered her ass, he plowed into her with the full length of his big cock again and again. She was going from one orgasm to another as she exploded around his spearing cock, flinging her ass against him, wanting him to fill her ass with his cum.

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This is part 3 of “Kelly.” Parts 1 and 2 are nice, but not essential, to read before this. Again, this is a work of complete fiction.

I am grateful to the person who left delightful feedback saying: “Hard as it is to believe, mushy makes for exciting sex!” All five parts were written before that comment, and all I can say is: Amen, and true for real life, too.

I awoke in the middle of the night with my nose buried in Kelly’s hair, as she spooned closely on her side in front of me. She smelled so good, a combination of her shampoo, that dusky smell of warm skin, and musk from our lovemaking. My one hand held her breast, my other arm cradled her head. My now-resting penis brushed her ass cheeks. She felt so good to touch.

I thought about all that had transpired in these last days. Discovering that a girl I had lusted for through nearly four years of high school liked me, too. Learning that she was just as beautiful inside as she was outside. Falling deeply in love almost instantly. Losing our virginity in wonderful, passionate lovemaking. Having the girl of my dreams as my girlfriend. And now, sleeping with that same beautiful girl! Actually sleeping in the same bed, cuddled up!

I felt overwhelmed, and a pain rose up from somewhere deep inside. I didn’t really understand why, but it did, and I began to sob. I didn’t want to wake Kelly, so I tried to pull away a little, but she sighed and pulled me closer instead. I couldn’t stop the sobbing and my body wracked. Suddenly, Kelly was wide-awake.

“You’re crying! What’s wrong?” she said as she rolled over to face me.

“I don’t know,” I sobbed.

“What did I do? Tell me,” she was really concerned now.

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” I sobbed harder, “I’m OK.”

“No you’re not,” she grew firm, “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing!”

“Well, there’s something. You don’t love me? Is that it?”

I was quiet for a long time, thinking about what I was feeling. Kelly just stared at me. From time to time I would sob almost uncontrollably, and she would gently put a hand on my face. She had a very worried look. I was one messed up puppy.

“Kelly, I’ve never felt this way about anybody before, the way I feel about you. I woke up and started thinking about what’s happened between you and me, and then all of a sudden I started to hurt. My chest was tight and I hurt physically, all over, but especially in my heart. And well, I just started crying. It’s pretty embarrassing,” I said haltingly, “I don’t know if I’m crying because I hurt, or because I’m so happy I don’t know how to express it any other way.”

“Pain about what?” she asked, a little less worried, but only a little.

“I think that falling in love with you has made me realize how lonely I am. How cut off I feel from people. My mom’s an alcoholic. Dad got me to see a therapist about it, who told me I’d have trouble ever getting truly close to anyone. Guess she’s right. I love you so much, but I’m so scared.”

“Scared of what?” she asked.

“I’m not even sure. Scared of you dumping me. Scared of showing you myself, and having you laugh at me. Scared of sharing who I am and you finding that I’m not for you.” I sobbed again. “My therapist says the way people avoid feeling abandoned is by not forming close ties in the first place. But that’s a lonely way to live. Now that you’re in my life, I know that. But I’m terrified. I think the more you love someone, the scarier it is to fear being abandoned. At one level, I want to run to you. But I also want to run away.”

Kelly moved in and gave me a full-body hug. “I know that you won’t believe me when I tell you, but I love you with my entire body and soul. I don’t ever want to be without you. I love the inside you – the man with the romantic heart and gentle laugh and sweet lips.” With that, she softly kissed me.

“How can I make this good?” I said, wiping tears, “I want to be perfect for you. I want to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of having in a man. I want to love you in the way of all the great Hollywood movies where the two stars fall in love and everyone lives happily ever after. I want to know you so well and love you so deeply that we are two parts of one being. But I don’t know how to do that. I guess I don’t know how to love you in the ways I want to. Kelly, don’t let me run away!”

“I will help you, my love,” she said, wiping away my tears, too, and running her fingers through my hair, “I’ll help you, but you have to try to trust me, and trust in my love. You will always have my love, no matter what.” With that, she kissed me again, and her tongue swept into my mouth to engage mine. She pressed in hard and hugged me to her. “By the way, sir knight, it may seem odd to you, but all that you just said I find incredibly romantic!”

“It’s just the truth again, that’s all,” I shrugged.

“Maybe if you don’t think you know how to love me, you should just keep telling me the truth, because it works pretty Antep Bayan Escort well!” Kelly kissed me passionately, searching out my tongue with hers.

My cock began to rise. She felt it and pressed against it with her leg. She moved over me so that she completely commanded our kissing, which she now kept up with a fervor. Then, she rolled me on my back and climbed up to straddle me, my hard cock pinned against my waist by her now-moist pussy. She wouldn’t let her lips off of mine. She moved forward, and the tip of my cock felt her entrance. With one swift move she impaled herself, my cock sinking deeply inside her tightness. Still kissing me, she began to hump me with a wild, reckless abandon. I grabbed her waist and just followed her movements as she loved me hard. Her waist was so firm, her skin so smooth to hold. I felt so much love for this little girl.

She broke our kiss and sat up, putting her hands on my chest. She rose and fell and rose and fell, in long, fast strokes. I looked down to see my cock sinking into her and emerging. I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them gently, her erect nipples between my thumbs and knuckles. She gasped and humped harder. Then she changed, and her strokes became short as she ground my dick as deep into her pussy as she could, and moved only a little. I could feel the tip of my nine inches against her cervix. I was amazed that such a tiny girl could hold so much cock. She ground and grunted and fucked me. I grabbed her ass with both hands and moved her up and down my cock. I was in control of the rhythm now, but I wasn’t letting up. I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could. They were so firm and tight. I watched my cock pump in and out of her. It was wet with her juices in the candlelight. She screamed and cried out. She was out of control and thrashing from side to side as she fucked me. My cock felt enormous. I could feel its head swelling, making Kelly’s vagina seem even tighter. What’s more, she squeezed me with her muscles so hard it almost felt as if we couldn’t move. But we did, and beautifully, together.

“Cum for me!” she cried, “Fill me up!” I need to feel you explode!”

“Oh, Kelly, I love you!” And I exploded, ramming her down on my member, arching my back off the bed and raising her into the air as my seed washed her womb. I came and came and came in burst after burst while she moaned and humped. She bent and mashed her lips into mine in a deeply passionate, out-of-control kiss. We kept kissing, the passion remaining but the intensity of the kisses slowly subsiding until they settled down to soft, deeply affectionate lip touching. Spent, she finally collapsed on my chest, her arms around me, her face pressed to my neck, still a bit out of breath.

“I needed to do that to you,” she whispered in my ear, “I needed to show you how I feel.” She nipped my earlobe.

I stroked her hair. “You mean, you wanted to kill me?” I said with a smile.

“If that’s what it takes to show you how much I love you, then, as I’ve said before, today is a good day to die.” She looked steadily into my eyes. Then she smiled a smile that could have illuminated a city. “I hope you’d at least die with a smile on your face.”

“That’s for sure! I don’t know how much more loving like that I can take,” I said.

“I intend to find out,” she giggled. “Do you think you could fall asleep while you’re still inside me?”

“Wow! I’d sure like to try! Can we spoon again?”

“Good idea.” Kelly rolled off me, and lay on her side with her back to me. I put an arm under her neck and another around her waist. My cock, still hard, pressed against her ass cheeks. She reached behind and took it, guiding it into her wet, slick pussy. “Mmmm. That feels so nice. Let’s sleep, my love.” She moved just a little to stroke my hard cock inside her, enough to keep me stimulated. Soon, though, we were fast asleep.

Love is an incredible thing. So is being eighteen years old. When I awoke, my dick was still inside her, and very hard. We were so tired we hadn’t moved, and I had slept a long part of the night with my penis inside the most beautiful, sexiest woman on the planet! Incredible!

Morning light shone in the window and the clock radio read just a little after seven. I decided to awaken her in a unique way. I slowly started stroking my cock in and out as she lay pressed against me. It was a different feeling to take her from behind on our sides. After a few strokes, she sighed and began to move against me. To feel my pubic hair brush her ass on the in-stroke was great. It all felt different inside her, too, and wonderful.

“What a nice way to wake up!” she purred, moving back tighter against me, responding to my motion.

“I was hoping you’d like it,” I said, as I continued to stroke her slowly. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and slicker as we moved. I rolled on top of her, her legs flat on the bed. I was above her pumping into her pussy from behind. She lay there motionless while I did.

“Your cock feels so good. Do you mind if I just take?” she said.

“I don’t mind at all. I’ll just look at you while we make love,” I said, pushing up onto straight arms and looking down at her luscious body – the smooth skin of her back, her tight, gorgeous ass, her slim, firm legs spread wide with my body between them and my cock plunging in and out of her wet snatch. We needed a little elevation. “Here,” I said, “Put pillows under your tummy, it will raise you up and I’ll go deeper.”

She put the pillows under her tummy and thighs, and her sweet little butt stuck up in the air. I hadn’t removed myself, and suddenly I could penetrate another full inch. “Oh, oh,” she cried in rhythm of my thrusts, “That’s so good! I love it! I love what you do to me.” She rocked in rhythm against me, fucking me in return. Our pace sped up, and soon we were humping away as hard as we could. I don’t know where it kept coming from, but I’m glad it did: another load readied itself in my balls.

“Oh, Kelly, I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Give it to me!”

And I did. Another huge load that I spent after plunging into her as deeply as I could. She arched her back and reached behind to grab my ass as she came with me, crying out in ecstasy. I must say, I had one happy penis. And a happy heart. Worn out, we rolled on our sides and cuddled, my poor dick finally going limp.

“I don’t know if I can ever get it up again,” I said mournfully.

“Wanna bet?” she said with a grin.

There was a long pause. “No bet,” I said, “Not if you’re my inspiration.”

“I want to inspire you any time I have the urge,” she said, and she snuggled against me, “And I’m warning you, sweetie, I’m going to feel urges a lot!”

We dozed for a little while. When I awoke, I heard rain. I left Kelly as quietly as I could, and slipped into the bathroom, where I urinated and looked out the window. It was dark and dreary, and the rain was falling hard. It felt a little raw and cold even inside the house. Bad day for our planned trip to the beach. But another idea took shape.

Kelly came downstairs about an hour later, wearing the same white shirt she had worn the night before at dinner. Her hair was unbrushed, and her eyes were still a little puffy from sleep. She was groggy.

“What’s this?” she asked sleepily, as I stood before her.

“It’s cold. It’s pouring rain. But we’re still going to the beach!” I said.

“What?”

“Look!”

I had spread my beach blanket in the middle of the living room floor, and put up the umbrella to shade us from the window. There were two low chairs, a picnic basket, an inflated beach ball, and two books. A bottle of suntan lotion leaned against the basket. Music came from the stereo. I was dressed in a swimsuit, Hawaiian shirt, big straw hat, sunglasses, and flip-flops.

“I promised you the beach, where we were probably going to sit out in the sun, bake, fight bottle flies, try to read, talk a bit, get sunburned, swim in freezing water, eat food covered by ants, and fight traffic coming home. Or, more likely today, get soaked in the rain and freeze. This way, it seems we can keep the best, ditch the worst, have better music, and have no sand in my clean car!”

“It’s perfect!” she cried, “I’ll go change!”

She returned a few minutes later still wearing the shirt. “I thought you were going to change?” I said.

“I did. I put my bikini on underneath.”

“I might have preferred the original way.”

“How public a beach is this?” she queried.

“Hadn’t really thought about that,” I admitted.

“Wait, you had all yesterday to fantasize and plan,” she said, “So what did you fantasize about?”

“I don’t really want to tell you,” I mumbled.

“Oh, fantasizing about other women?”

“No, Kelly. Can we please change the subject?”

“Uh, oh. I messed up,” she said, suddenly remembering last night. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” She paused. “The last time you wanted to change the subject, it was something romantic. Please tell me, Justin.”

“Well, I spent yesterday fantasizing about the rest of my life. Jobs, houses, traveling. A wife,” I said, looking at her. “And babies. The whole domestic thing that I’d always thought I never needed or wanted. And all of a sudden I was in this fantasy where I had all of it. With you. And I was so happy.”

Tears streamed down her lovely cheeks. “I don’t know anything that you could say to me that would be more wonderful, and more romantic than that. I think maybe you do love me. Oh, God! I said something stupid again!” She hugged me hard.

“It’s OK. I’m sorry about last might. I may be that some of the fantasy went deeper than I thought, and I was reacting to that, too.”

“Don’t apologize for last night. I know you’re embarrassed about it, but I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to cry. Lord knows I’ve done enough of it with you already, including right now.” She hugged me again and sobbed.

“Please, no tears Kelly. It breaks my heart to see you cry, even happy tears.” I held her close, and it really felt like my heart was breaking. But it also felt good to comfort her and protect her. “Breakfast!” I said suddenly, pointing a finger in the air, “We need to hit the beach with full bellies, because I don’t trust what’s in the picnic basket!”

“That’s another advantage of our new beach,” she said, gesturing to my setup, “We’re close to the fridge.”

Kelly made the best French toast I’d ever tasted for breakfast. We talked of many things. She shared a lot about herself, and I found her more beautiful by the minute. I felt comfortable with her as I did with no one else, not even my dad, who had always been my best friend, who had helped me so much with the recent dark times with Mom. Kelly was even better.

After I finished more food than I should have eaten, I leaned back and cut loose with a huge belch.

“Well, maybe you’re right that I’ll never match you in belching!” she said, startled.

“You’re supposed to thank me,” I said regally, patting my belly.

“I’m supposed to thank you for belching?” she said, curiously.

“It’s an old Roman custom to belch after a great meal. Charlton Heston did it in ‘Ben Hur,’ and his Roman host thanked him for the compliment.”

“Oh, I am uncultured, to be so unaware of ancient Roman customs,” she said, literally rolling her eyes. We laughed. “Let’s hit the beach!”

“Can you get a hairbrush?” I asked.

“Why? Gonna spank me with it?”

“I just might. But actually, I want to brush your hair.”

Her eyes flashed, she smiled, and raced upstairs, returning in a moment with a wood-handled brush. “My mom used to like to brush my hair when I was little. She hasn’t done it in ages.”

“I think I’d like to brush it,” I said, “it seems like something you’d do at the beach.”

We spent the day at our beach, reading books (homework English reading, actually), listening to music, (Beach Boys ‘Pet Sounds.’ It had always been a favorite. Jackson Browne’s first record, with ‘Doctor My Eyes’ and imagining Kelly naked, eating chocolate cake on the floor.)

She looked stunning: her tiny, crocheted bikini on her slim, tight form. Just enough stitches to cover her breasts, few enough stitches to show off her flat tummy, graceful, slim hips, and dynamite legs. Flesh colored, too, so it was easy to imagine her wearing less.

After a while, I said, “Come over here with your brush and sit between my legs.” She came and sat with her back to me, and I could press my knees against her shoulders. I took the brush and started brushing her hair. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I tried to imagine myself in her place, and imagine what would feel good. It seemed to work. Soon her eyes were closed, and she’d lean her head a little towards the brush. I would brush long strokes through her beautiful hair and follow the brush with my hand. Sometimes I would take hair in my hand and start the brush there. I brushed for a long time. She would softly sigh, and she put her arms around my knees and squeezed them a little now and then. I put my arms around her and hugged her back to me, holding her close and nuzzling her neck. We spent over an hour brushing and hugging. No words between us, but it felt like there was no need to talk. We communicated through our touch.

Finally, she twirled on her tail and lifted a leg over my head, so that she faced me and her legs straddled me, her legs over mine as mine straddled her. She leaned forward and, putting her arms around me, gave me a deep kiss. “That was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me!” she said, and kissed me again. I held her shoulders.

“I really, really enjoyed that, Kelly. I will be most happy to brush your hair any time.”

“Thank you. I will definitely take you up on that!” she said happily. “I’ll tell you one other thing. It really turns me on!” And again, she kissed me deeply.

“How public is this beach?” I asked suspiciously.

“It is entirely, entirely private,” she replied confidently.

“So, it would be OK if I did this?” I said as I untied her bikini strap from behind her back. “And this?” as I untied the strap from her neck. I took the straps and removed her top, setting it aside.

“It would be more than OK. It is highly desired,” she said, and kissed me again.

“What about this?” I said as I untied the side straps from her bikini bottom.

“Well,” she said, “If you’re going to do that, then I must remove your suit as well.” I took her bottoms away as she lifted slightly. Then she worked down my suit, and in a jumble of legs and bodies we managed to get it off. We laughed at our clumsiness. I took off my shirt. Then, we were both naked, straddling each other. I looked at her perfect body. She looked at my throbbing cock. She reached out and encircled it with both hands. “I thought you said you’d never get it up again?” She stroked gently with both hands up and down my shaft.

“But I didn’t take your bet, citing you as inspiration.”

“Are you inspired?”

“You are my only inspiration, and you inspire me totally.”

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First Bi-male Experience https://aygir.org/first-bi-male-experience.html https://aygir.org/first-bi-male-experience.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/first-bi-male-experience.html

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I’m a 53yo bi guy in the UK. About 4 yrs ago I arranged my first MMF meet with a couple, Lesley & Adrian from Birmingham. She was lovely, looked like a mum you’d see at the school gate, dark hair, gorgeous brown eyes and nice legs, cuddly figure but not fat. They lived in a small terraced house in the suburbs and I loved turning up there on a Saturday morning, neighbors out & about, me knowing we were going to be having sex. On my arrival she was wearing a soft black leather dress, heels and her legs bare & smooth. She had an ankle tattoo of Tinkerbelle that I found a huge turn-on. Adrian was nice, slim same height as me and he took the lead in conversation, as Lesley was clearly a bit nervous. I should say at this point that they did not advertise any bi-content to their play and I wasn’t expecting anything to occur in that regard. That said, I knew that if the issue cropped up I would be keen to try something – I was bi-curious and had been for a long time, which is I why I wanted to see a M/F couple.

After chatting for 20mins in their lounge to get to know each other, Lesley took me upstairs to their bedroom and asked Ade to come up when he was ready. She and I undressed and started playing on their bed, and by the time I was going down on her to lick her wet pussy she was fully into it and crying out in pleasure. Ade came into the room, stripped quickly and joined us on the bed to offer his hard cock for Lesley to suck. So here I was, in bed with my first couple and my first sight of a cock in close quarters. It felt completely natural and I found it difficult to keep my eyes off Ade, he had a lovely lean body and a gorgeous cock but I assumed he was straight and we got on with the business of giving Lesley a good hard seeing to. I found it amazing to be next to them while they were fucking, Lesley in missionary, me stroking her breasts and thigh nearest me while Ade slid his slick erection in and out of her cunt. Nearing his climax he pulled out and ejaculated powerfully in a straight Bayan Escort Gaziantep line from her pussy, up over her tummy and chest and onto her chin – I was mesmerized.

Once she had been cleaned up (with a wet-wipe sadly), she and I got into a 69 with her on top. We were at this for a quite a while and both getting very horny while Ade lay next to us and wanked himself back to hardness. Then he changed position, got behind Lesley’s upturned bum and eased his cock into her vagina. God James, I’ll never forget that image of Ade’s hard penis so close to my face and the clean fragrant smell of his body as he slid in and out of his wife. His balls were grazing my forehead and the couple’s wet union was just an inch or two from my face. I tentatively started to lick his shaft as well her clit as he reamed her slowly and again, it seemed completely natural. I was nervous though, wondering if Ade would catch on and take offence.

Then came the moment of truth – was he bi or not? He withdrew from her, I knew he hadn’t cum inside her and wondered if this was his silent invitation for me to slip my mouth over his cock. Nothing was said and in a split second I decided to go for it and slipped my warm lips over his knob. He slid his cock back & forth into my mouth before transferring it to his wife’s pussy again. My head was in quite a spin and I wondered if he’d do it again. I knew I’d enjoyed it and would repeat it if he wanted me to. Thankfully he did and pulled out again after a few thrusts and slipped back into my mouth. After we’d repeated the cycle several times I felt bold enough to put my hands on his bum to draw him into my mouth more fully. He was clearly enjoying it as much as me. But strangely it didn’t go beyond that and nothing was said by any of us, I even wondered if Lesley was aware of what us two guys had been doing. As we cooled down I do remember holding his cock as she sank her mouth onto him but again, no-one drew any attention to it.

I went away very happy that I’d enjoyed my first bi experience and it made me want more. The next couple I met, Sue & Steve, were totally open about it and Steve made a big deal out of sucking my cock. I’d never been sucked like it before, he did it for ages, and Sue his partner would share my cock with him orally, which was mind-blowing. Then she came and sat on my face while he brought me to an orgasm, which he then snowballed with her ……. amazing to watch them enjoy my seed like that! A few months later I met a 3rd couple, Suzy & Ray, again in Birmingham and over a year or so met with them several times, each time taking my bi-experiments further.

On our third date Suzy asked if I’d like Ray to pop my cherry, explaining that he loved anal sex but that she found it too painful so he didn’t often get the chance. She reassured me that she’d supervise and make sure I was ready. I agreed and the whole experience was really lovely. She bathed me and made sure I was clean, then lubed me and used a toy or two to warm me up, then snogged & cuddled with me while Ray entered me slowly & gently. I was so well prepared that the pain was no-where near what I feared it would be but he was increasing the length inside me very gradually, I was thankfully in the hands of experts. I remember asking him how far in he was as I felt very full of him – he replied with a groan and the reply “you’ve got my whole length inside you, fuck you feel lovely, good boy”. Soon he was sliding his full length in and out of me doggy style, still gentle but very firm.

Suzy got Ray to pull out slowly, encouraged me to roll over onto my back and bring my legs right back over Ray’s shoulders, explaining that this would probably be more comfortable. It was, I felt so open and gaping and he re-entered me balls deep and carried on fucking me until he came and filled the condom. I was amazed at how lovely it felt, but I think Suzy really got off on the imagery of it, as she was talking dirty throughout this phase (“oh Tim, I love seeing my hubby fucking you”).

The last time I met them, Suzy enjoyed sitting back off the bed in a chair and watching Ray & me perform oral sex on each other and indulge in mutual wanking & kissing, which turned her on greatly. Since being with them I’ve seen quite a few other couples and enjoyed some pretty intense bi-MMF play. Only recently have I been able to pluck up courage to have another man’s cum in my mouth, firstly by eating creampies, but most recently by sucking cock and receiving an ejaculation directly. I’ve broadened my experiences through experimenting by meeting with a gay guy on one or two occasions and also a couple of TVs.

The most recent cock I had was earlier this year, with a gorgeous pre-op TS. May was half Thai, half English, had gorgeous eyes and a lovely figure. I was blown away by her, OK I don’t have a lot of experience with T-girls but I found her utterly convincing, feminine and without any hint of anything male, mentally or physically….. until I started playing in her panties that is. We chatted easily on her sofa and slowly got closer, kissing & cuddling ever more passionately. I led my hand wander up her thigh, over her soft tights and could feel the hardness in her crotch.

When we retired to the bedroom I experienced some of the most intense sex ever. I really enjoyed the best of both worlds, so to speak. Being bisexual meant I had no hang-ups at all, and for me the sensations of being taken deep and hard on my back by a lovely smooth soft-skinned creature of (almost) complete femininity just blew my brains out.

I’ve come to the conclusion that what I enjoy most is MMF play where the guy is bi, for three reasons: I love all 3 of us to be equally involved, I really get off on seeing a woman being used and pleasured by me and the other guy, and I love seeing her being turned on by guy-on-guy action. The only thing I haven’t done is to fuck a guy, most men are a bit put off by my girth, and to be honest it doesn’t bother me – I don’t actually enjoy having my cock tightly constrained in a small hole, and also I prefer to be passive when with a guy.

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