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Lottie and I have been good friends for many years. Back in the Summer of 2023, we went on a girl’s holiday with an old friend, Nikki and a new friend, Sarah.

Nikki went to University with Lottie and is a short girl with ginger hair. I would say she is 5 feet tall, slim built and fairly flat-chested. She can be relatively shy but comes out a bit after a drink or three. For those who haven’t read about my unforgettable 19th birthday, she was the first girl I ever kissed.

Sarah is a work colleague of Nikki’s and has joined our little outings recently. She has strawberry blond hair and loves her sports. She is about 5ft 6 and her chest is a B cup. She loves any sport going from football to tennis and anything in between.

Lottie needs no introduction if you have read my other stories. She has been my friend since Primary School. She has dyed her hair blond recently and has D Cup boobs which were exposed recently in a pub.

Finally, I was 26 at the time and had recently celebrated my birthday. I am a brunette, in pretty good shape and have 32C bra size.

It was a cold morning in Manchester at the end of June, when the four of us arrived at the airport to board the plane to Tenerife. It was time to have some fun in the sun.

After a 4-and-a-half-hour flight, we landed in Tenerife. After the cold conditions in Manchester and the even colder conditions on the plane, the hot air hit us as we landed. The first thing we did was to remove our thin jackets and expose our summer clothes.

For Lottie, the white top and lack of bra was apparent. I wasn’t in a much better place with my light blue blouse. As it was the end of June, we were attempting to go commando for the month as we managed to the previous year.

A 20-minute transfer to the hotel followed and we checked in around 3:30 pm. We headed to our rooms with Lottie and me sharing one room and Nikki and Sarah sharing a room next door to us. Both rooms were on the second floor and there were either steps to the rooms or a lift.

Out the front of the rooms, you could see where the entertainment would be played every night with a bar. At the back, there was a balcony overlooking the swimming pools. There were 3 outdoor swimming pools. Both rooms had 2 single beds and a sofa bed with an en-suite bathroom.

We all got changed and headed to the entertainment area to meet with our holiday rep. We had a good idea of what activities we wanted to get up to and booked a few there and then. We then went to get some food before settling in to watch the entertainment for the night. The entertainment was an eagle show.

The next morning, we went down for breakfast and then got ready to go to Siam Park. This is a waterpark in Tenerife. Lottie wanted me to wear a new bikini which she brought me for my birthday. This was a red bikini which needed to be tied at the back for the top and tied at the sides for the bottoms

Instead, I decided to wear my favourite pink bikini as it looked to offer better support in the bust, in particular against the slides and wave machines. I did think about wearing my swimming costume but wanted to get a tan on the sunbeds. I could also lower the straps so I don’t get white bits on my shoulders. I’m not brave enough to tan other parts, however.

All four of us wore bikinis of some sort as we first headed to the sunbeds to get a tan. We then headed to the slides. We went on the smaller slides as we weren’t brave enough for the bigger slides.

We finally went in the wave pool and I think my choice of bikini was correct as the waves almost took me away. Sarah enjoyed the wave pool as she is a strong swimmer. Nikki stayed closer to the shallow end in her strapless bikini, which may have lost to the strong waves.

When we got back to the hotel, we went for our evening meal before playing cards on the balcony as we couldn’t find a table for evening entertainment.

Day 3 of the holiday was 30th June, which meant the last day of being commando.

We decided to go to Mount Teide and go in the cable cars. We rented a little white Fiat 500 to take us to the mountain. We had to have 2 designated drivers so myself and Nikki took it in turns. It was difficult getting used to driving on the right side of the road and we got a few blasts kırşehir escort of the horn from other road users.

Unfortunately, the cable car was closed due to high winds so we headed back towards the hotel. We did stop off at locations on the way back to swap drivers and look at the sights. It was fairly chilly up the mountain and the choice of a thin yellow top and matching skirt was not the best idea. Getting in and out of the car without flashing everyone was a challenge.

For the first changes of driver, I was sat in the front so it wasn’t much of a challenge but then Lottie insisted I sat in the back with her. She had the sensible idea of denim jeans and a red blouse. I must have flashed my ass to everyone as I got in the car as the car was only a 3 door.

Getting out was more of a challenge so people didn’t see my Brazilian. I sort of fell out of the car so anyone in front could see down my top and anyone behind could see my bum. As far as I could see, no one else was around and Nikki seemed to be busy talking to Sarah.

We just got back in time for lunch and then decided to spend the afternoon sunbathing by the pool. We got changed into our bikinis and decided to watch the water basketball which was taking place.

Sarah and Nikki decided to join in while Lottie and I just watched. After Sarah’s team won, 3 lads came over who were in their late 20’s. They also played water basketball. They invited us to go to a nightclub as they had free entry and drinks.

We all went back to our rooms got changed for our evening meal and took part in the evening entertainment which was a quiz. We didn’t win. There were plenty of free drinks at the hotel and when the bar closed for the night, we decided to hit the town.

When we got to the nightlife of Tenerife, we went past an English bar with a pool table outside. I offered Lottie a game and teased her about doing star jumps.

Unfortunately, the table wasn’t free so no topless star jumps for Lottie tonight. Nikki and Sarah didn’t know about that night or the fact Lottie and I went commando for June. I think the lack of a bra for both of us was fairly obvious as we dressed to impress with cleavage on show.

We headed to the nightclub to meet up with the 3 lads – we found out they were called:

Dan – 27 – around 5ft 9 and looked athletic

Sam – 28 – around 6ft and had a six-pack

Matt – 28 – around 5ft 9, wore glasses and looked geeky.

I wore a bright summer dress that showed off my chest and lack of bra which seemed to catch the eye of Dan and Matt all night. Matt was more subtle than Dan about it as they both wanted to dance with me.

Sam was more interested in Lottie while Nikki and Sarah were dancing with other lads in the club.

We spent the night in town and headed back to the hotel – which was about a 10-minute walk or a 20-minute stagger – at around 3 am.

The following day, we got up late. The hangover was a killer. The 4 of us decided to go down for something to eat before sunbathing by the pool.

I put on the red bikini which Lottie had brought me. It was fairly revealing but covered the important things. It meant I could tan a bit more than usual.

Sarah jumped into the pool and said we should join her as apparently, it is good to cure a hangover. Nikki joined her but Lottie and I decided to stay on the sunbeds.

Lottie then got up to go for a swim and left me on my own. I couldn’t sunbathe on my own so I followed Lottie into the pool.

We were doing lengths up and down for about 5 minutes when my bikini started to feel weird. It looked like the straps were falling to pieces. I stopped and asked Lottie where she got this bikini from. She just laughed and carried on with her lengths.

Then, the bottoms of the bikini just fell off and I was bottomless. Parts of the material came to the surface of the water.

“Lottie!”, I shouted.

She swam over, and I asked, “Can you get me my towel?”

Lottie got out and asked me why. with a cheeky look on her face. As I swam over to the side of the pool, I could feel that my bare bottom was on show and then more bits of red fabric came to the surface.

The bikini top was gone! I was now skinny dipping in a public malatya escort pool.

I felt exposed. Eventually, Lottie came to the side of the pool with my towel and had it open. I had to swim a little to get to the steps and then started to climb the steps. Anyone in the pool could see my bare tanless bottom as I got out.

I quickly grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me. We then headed back to our room. I was hopeful that not many people saw that I was naked under the towel and no one saw my boobs.

Lottie and I went up the lift to go to our room. Lottie looked at me and cheekily asked:

“Were you skinny dipping? And are you naked under the towel?”

She knew full well what had happened and I sheepishly nodded my head. As we got to our floor, the lift doors opened and Lottie whipped off my towel and ran to our room with it, leaving me exposed once more. This time with no water to help cover my nudity.

Thankfully, there was no one else in the lift and I couldn’t see anyone in the corridor to the room. I covered myself as best as I could and moved as fast as I could to our room.

As I went round the corner, I could see people below waiting for the entertainment to start. I picked my speed up and could see Lottie waiting outside our room with my towel.

I picked the speed up to the room. Lottie then shouted:

“Hurry up Lozza, hurry.”

I noticed some of the people down in the entertainment area were watching the entertainment of a different kind as my naked body was there for all to see. As I got near the room, Nikki came from nowhere and I bumped into her.

Now, my boobs which I had been covering all the way were now on show to everyone. I quickly got up and got into the room. Nikki, Lottie and Sarah followed me in.

Now, Lottie and Nikki had previously seen me naked but not Sarah, so I headed straight to the bathroom. I got showered and dressed and headed for tea.

I was too embarrassed to go find a seat for the entertainment so we went back to the room for the night. Lottie then admitted that the bikini she had brought me had dissolvable stitches and that when the stitches get wet, they dissolve.

As we were on the balcony playing cards, we could see a staff member fishing out parts of my bikini from the swimming pool much to the amusement of the other three girls.

It was an embarrassing experience but unlike Lottie with her star jumps, I was able to cover myself, but unlike Lottie with the star jumps, I was completely naked and not just topless. My face was red with embarrassment and my body was red with sunburn. Despite the embarrassment, I was also excited at being naked.

The following day, we went down for breakfast and I felt like everyone was looking at me. I was feeling paranoid. I was wearing a bra for the first time on holiday with a red blouse, and some black leggings. The main reason is to cover myself as I had got burnt by the sun.

Nikki was apologising a lot at breakfast but I couldn’t help but notice Sarah staring at my boobs. A bit like lads usually do when they don’t make eye contact and fancy you. Did Sarah fancy me? Or was it something else?

We then went on a boat to do some whale watching. The boat had a free bar which we made full use of for the 2 hours. It was a bit awkward as I didn’t want to talk to Lottie after last night. I spoke to Nikki to find out more about Sarah and her sexuality.

It came towards the end of the boat ride and Lottie brought me some ornaments of whales to say sorry. I felt bad being annoyed at her and accepted her apology.

We got back to the hotel and headed to the entertainment which was a male beauty competition. This day was getting better and then Dan and Matt came to join us. Sam was taking part in the competition which also had a 65-year-old Welsh man in there which the crowd loved.

It was nice seeing Sam show off his six-pack, but it was then when Dan turned to me and said:

“It’s nice to see you again”

I was glad to see him again but then he ruined it by saying:

“This time with clothes on”

Did he see me naked? I was embarrassed and had to ask him.

He did indeed see me naked. He did apologise but told me he liked what he saw which niğde escort I liked. We ended up going our separate ways but decided we would go out for a meal the next day.

The next day, Dan and I went to a local restaurant to have a meal with him paying. We talked for hours and we had a good time. We went back to the hotel for the night and the seven of us headed to the hotel lobby to play cards.

We had a hysterical night talking about the date, skinny dipping, topless star jumps and the competition Sam lost to a 65-year-old.

We also got talking about white bits. They all saw my white bits in their glory, which was embarrassing and a turn-on at the same time. We went back to our hotel rooms and I left by kissing Dan good night but I was ready for more. We all planned on meeting for breakfast the following morning.

The following day, we went for breakfast. We arranged to go go-karting. I don’t know why but the seven went and we got to wear sexy helmets in the heat of Tenerife. Needless to say, I was slow and was getting lapped by the boys. Sarah was the only one impressing for the girls.

After go-karting, we headed to the pool for a game of water polo. I was reluctant to play after my last swimming experience but I donned my less revealing bikini and joined the other six in the game.

There were 5 others playing so I was needed to balance the teams. Lottie, Dan, Sam and I were on one team with another couple while Nikki, Sarah and Matt were on the other team.

I had Nikki marking me and vice versa. It did get physical on occasions but we both enjoyed it. I even managed to score a goal.

After water polo, we went for evening tea and then watched the entertainment which was a bird show. As the show finished, I accidentally spilled my drink down my top. I went back to the room to get changed.

I heard Lottie suggest to Dan that he should help me. He quickly caught up with me and we spoke on the way to the room.

As we entered the room, I just removed my wet top to expose my bra. I turned around and apologised to Dan as I threw some water at his top.

“You probably want to change your top too”

And I helped him out of it. He had a nice body and we started to kiss and then he wrapped his arms around me to unclasp my bra, but he failed in his attempt

“Aww, I want to see your white bits again” he jested.

I noticed a bulge appear in his shorts.

“You show me yours and I’ll show you mine”, I replied.

I bent down and whipped his shorts down, he didn’t have any underwear on and his cock stood to attention. He quickly put his hands over and covered.

“Your turn,” he said

“Not until you uncover, in fact, I want you to do 3 star jumps”, I replied

He looked at me in horror, but I wanted to see his cock bounce like I saw Lottie’s boobs bounce.

I did him a deal – for every star jump he did, I removed an article of clothing. I started with my leggings to reveal a matching bra and panties set. It was fun being in control.

He stopped to admire me before he did another star jump. I then removed my bra. I could see he was enjoying himself but he had already seen my boobs. He completed the star jumps and I slowly removed my panties to reveal my shaven pussy. He did ask me to do star jumps but I just pushed him on the bed.

I lay next to him and he got on top of me, he made sure his hands cupped both of my boobs as he then put his hard cock into my moist pussy.

But before I could get into it, he was finished. I had enjoyed it up to that point. We then slept together for the night in our birthday suits.

In the morning, he left with his clothes and left me to sleep. Lottie came in to wake me up as we needed to check out of the room.

I had to have a quick shower before we went down to breakfast. Before I got out, I noticed Nikki and Sarah had entered the room. I quickly put my towel around me and then got dressed. How many times did they need to see me naked and when will it be my turn to see them naked?

The four of us went for breakfast and then headed to the lobby with our suitcases to head home. I didn’t get to kiss Dan goodbye and felt a bit deflated.

On the way home, I was still horny and couldn’t help but notice Sarah in a stunning low-cut playsuit. I started having naughty thoughts.

Is she wearing any panties?

Is she interested in me?

Is she shaven down there?

Could she pleasure me better than Dan?

I later found out the answers to 3 of the 4 questions but that’s another story.

The End.

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Note: This is part 2 of a series, if you haven’t read the first part you’ll be quite lost. There is no actual sex in this chapter. Think of it as build-up to the lewd stuff that is definitely to come.

Hello again! Long time, no see. I’ve been quite busy with work and whatnot, and haven’t had the chance to continue this story. Hopefully that changes now! I’d like to thank everyone who appreciated the first chapter, it got a much better reception than I ever imagined given that this is my first ever go at creative writing. Anyways, just like the first chapter this one features themes relating to cuckolding and voyeurism. If that’s not your thing, it’s probably best to leave now. This is a work of fiction. All characters featured are above the age of 18.

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Daryn woke up at 8:30am, his first full day of his freshman year at university being heralded by the sound of his phone’s alarm. Rather unusually for him, he didn’t feel too groggy. Indeed, Daryn had slept quite soundly the past night, mostly a result of how tired he was from the whole process of moving and setting up his room… and perhaps just partially a result of the post-orgasmic daze he had found himself in after spending the previous evening jerking off to the sound of his new, next-door neighbor getting railed. Oh yeah… that happened, he thought, the memories of the night returning to him all at once as his mind cleared. Was it all just a dream? The sight of wadded up used tissues in the trash can next to his desk dispelled that notion. Well, at least I can say that I’ve already had one new experience. He let out a wry laugh, mocking his own rationalization.

In any case, Daryn wasn’t going to spend all day thinking about the past. As he went about brushing his teeth, showering, and getting ready for the day ahead of him Daryn’s thoughts shifted to other matters. He had taken the option of moving into the dormitory a week before classes began, so he really had nothing on his schedule for the next several days. He wondered what the other students who had arrived similarly early would be doing with their free time. In the end he decided to go and get a coffee before spending some time exploring the campus and the surrounding area. He put on some training shorts and a graphic t-shirt — an unassuming outfit, but one suited for the warm August weather — and checked that he had his phone, wallet, and room key with him before heading out, stopping just briefly to make sure that the door latched shut behind him.

Daryn’s room was on the fourth floor, so while he could use the stairs without much difficulty (something he had put to the test while moving in), the elevators were certainly the preferable option. He walked down the hall from his room, rounded the corner to reach the area where the elevator shafts were located, and got ready to press the down arrow… only to stop after seeing that it was already emitting a steady red glow, having been pressed presumably by the girl standing a few steps back from the panel.

“Good morning,” he said abruptly. The words came quickly out of his mouth — perhaps too quickly, as if he was nervous about something. In truth, he had been momentarily taken aback by the sight of his neighbor: Freya.

Freya had been staring at the elevator’s outer door a bit aimlessly, but upon hearing Daryn’s greeting she turned around to face him directly. “Oh… morning!,” she responded in a light, cheery voice. “Sorry I didn’t notice you there! I’ve been waiting for this elevator for ages.”

“No worries, I just got here. There are only two elevators in this building, and I’m pretty sure one of them is out of service right now. I had to use the stairs quite a bit yesterday while I was moving my stuff in.” Daryn said.

“Ah, so you moved in yesterday? I moved in just the day before. I’m Freya, by the way, it’s nice to meet you!” she responded, holding out her hand for Daryn to shake. Daryn of course already knew her name. He’d seen it printed on the sign ordu escort that had been taped to the door by an RA or someone like that. He’d also seen her briefly while moving. That time she was wearing plain, baggy clothes that largely hid her figure. Today in comparison she looked far more chic. She was wearing a short, tan miniskirt with a billowy white blouse tucked into it. Her legs stretched out alluringly, ending in simple white socks and dark brown loafers. It was a simple outfit, but one that showed off her slim frame and gave an overall sense of refreshing airiness. This look was complimented by her hair, which flowed in gentle waves down to her shoulders, her forehead covered by neatly trimmed bangs. Her blonde highlights might have looked out of place on other individuals, but they suited her well. While her overall look was far from formal, Daryn felt a bit ashamed when comparing it to his own quite lazy getup.

“I’m Daryn! It’s nice to meet you too. Yeah, I spent all of yesterday moving stuff into my room.” he said, in a tone of exaggerated exasperation. “At least I have today all to myself.”

“Just to yourself?” she replied in a quizzical tone, briefly pressing her lips with her index finger as if she was pondering some question before continuing on. “I suppose that’s good. Are you going anywhere in specific right now?”

“Oh, just to get some coffee. After that I was planning on walking around the campus for a bit to get my bearings.”

“That’s great! I was just heading to the cafe too! We should go together. You don’t mind, right? I’m the worst when it comes to directions and I could use some company.” Freya’s statement was a question, but her tone of voice almost made come across as more of a command. She wasn’t loud or obnoxious — nothing like the stereotypical college girls seen in old Hollywood movies — but spoke with the confidence and slight selfishness typical of Asian girls who are aware of their own attractiveness. As if to drive home the point she had leaned slightly forwards, clasping her hands behind her back and looking up at Daryn with her striking blue-grey eyes. Freya was, without a doubt, very cute, and her body language gave the impression of a someone who knew how to use that to their advantage.

Could use some company… wasn’t she with a guy just last night? No sooner than he completed that thought did the mental image of Freya on all fours, her ass up as she was impaled on some guy’s cock came into his mind. I guess he left after they had sex?

“… sure, I’d love too,” Daryn responded, realizing that he had got a bit lost in his idle speculation. His mind scrambled ineffectively to come up with something more to say, but luckily their conversation was interrupted by the dinging sound of the elevator finally arriving. As its doors swung open Freya stepped inside the empty cabin, Daryn following in a step behind.

* * *

The walk to the coffee shop was a short one, just around two blocks. The shop in question was a trendy sort of affair, the kind of cafe that was clearly targeted towards bougie college students with money (more likely than not, their parent’s money) to spend. Still, the place had a nice, cozy atmosphere. Upon arriving at the cafe the two put in their orders at the counter — Daryn a flat white, and Freya a caffe mocha — and waited to receive their drinks.

I wonder if she’s planning on sitting down somewhere here, or if she just wants to get her drink and then be on her way? The answer to Daryn’s unspoken question came just a moment later as Freya pointed at the corner of the room. “Let’s sit over there, by the fireplace! That bit’s open.” Rather than waiting for his response she rushed over to a set of plush, mid-back armchairs that were wedged in next to a dormant fireplace and a bookshelf. I guess she assumed I wouldn’t turn her down. As their drinks were finished he dutifully picked up the two cups and headed over to where Freya was standing.

After handing osmaniye escort Freya her drink the two sat down. The chairs were oriented so that they were facing each other with a small, circular table between them. As Daryn looked across the table at Freya he noticed that her blouse was slightly translucent, allowing just enough light through to hint at the outline of the black bra she was wearing beneath it. Freya looked at Daryn’s face and then flashed him a wry smile as if to say I know what you’re looking at. Flustered at getting caught staring at her chest, Daryn quickly tried to come up with something to say. “Freya, right? That’s a unique name.” was the best he could manage.

“Thanks! Yeah, it is pretty different.” Freya responded, seemingly not put off by Daryn’s leering. “My mom’s a total mythology nerd. Apparently that’s how she got the idea of naming her daughter after the Norse god of love.”

“I see. Is your mother Scandinavian, then?” Daryn asked, curious as to Freya’s background.

“Nah, she’s 100% Japanese. My dad’s Norwegian, though. I guess my mom’s interest in Norse legends is what brought them together. Speaking of names, where’s “Daryn” from? I’ve only heard it once or twice before — is it an English name?”

“Welsh, actually. Both of my parents are from Wales, so they wanted to give their kids Welsh names. My sister’s name is Welsh too, Cerys.”

“Daryn and Cerys, hmm… that sounds really cute!” Freya said, giving him the sort of smile that could make a virgin hard at 10 paces — or in this instance, just a few feet. Daryn felt his penis push up against his underwear and was glad to be sitting down instead of standing up.

“So, Daryn,” she continued, putting the emphasis on his name, “what are you planning on majoring in?”

“History — for now, at least. I’ve always been a fan of history, though I know that it’s definitely not the most lucrative of degrees.” Daryn responded, grateful that the conversation had shifted in more of an academic direction. “How about you?”

Freya’s voice took on a more contemplative tone. “I haven’t decided yet, to be honest. I really like art… but what you said about history degrees could probably be applied to art degrees tenfold. I was thinking of maybe studying economics instead.”

“Econ, huh? Well I’m sure that you’d be great at that!” Daryn replied, even though he was aware that such a compliment was quite empty coming from a complete stranger such as himself.

“What makes you say that… maybe you think I’ll be able to charm my professors?” Freya said, smiling mischievously. Daryn tried to think of something to say, but before he could she broke into a laugh. Daryn laughed as well, glad to see that she was just joking around. Though based on what I heard last night, and given how friendly she’s being with a loner such as myself, I can imagine her using her… talents to get a bit of “extra credit,” so to speak. He briefly pictured her alone in a lecture hall, kneeling down in front of a professor — but then banished that thought from his mind. It’s sexist of me to make those kinds of assumptions. The shame caused his erection to recede.

“Anyways, so what classes are you taking this semester?” Freya said, continuing on with her line of questioning.

“Well, I managed to get out of most of the prereqs thanks to AP credits. I do have science and english electives, but apart from those I’m also taking an introductory course on East Asian history and an art history course on Greek artwork.”

“Wait, are you also in Ancient Greek Art & Architecture at 9:30 am, Mondays and Wednesdays?” Freya responded excitedly.

“With Dr. Pryce? Yeah, that’s the one. I’m not planning on majoring in art history in specific, but I’ve always liked ancient artwork.”

“Me too! No way, that’s great! We can go to class together! I’ve always been bad at mornings, so you can make sure that I make it there on time. I’d hate to miss that class.”

“Sure,” Daryn responded. sinop escort He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to make sure that Freya woke up on time… but he certainly wasn’t going to say no to seeing her at least two days a week, even if it was just for the walk to class.

The two continued on with their conversation, mostly talking about their mutual interest in various kinds of art. Daryn’s nervousness began to slip away, much to his own surprise, the sexual tension going along with it. His sense of arousal was replaced by one of comfort. He had spent much of the summer worrying over whether he’d be able to make many friends at university, and was glad to think that now he was already becoming friends with at least one person.

Just as she was talking about her interest in bronze sculptures Freya’s phone buzzed, the notification flashing on its screen drawing her eyes towards it. “Oh shit, I’m supposed to be meeting someone soon.” Looking back up, she continued, “It was really nice meeting you, Daryn! Oh yeah, you should give me your contact information. You better make sure I’m up for class next Monday!”

With that, Freya handed Daryn her phone. He dutifully entered his number into her contacts and gave it back to her. As she took the phone in her hand she got up from her chair, prompting Daryn to do the same. “Just one thing I forgot to ask you!” she said, leaning forward towards Daryn. “Were you busy last night?”

“No… not really…” Daryn said, taken aback by the abrupt nature of the question. “I was pretty tired, so I just went to bed early,” he continued, giving her a lie that concealed his actual activity. Friendly or not, I don’t think she wants to hear about my masturbation habits. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason. There was, uh, just a small party last night and I thought you might have been there. I guess I was mistaken. So you slept soundly, then?”

“Yeah, I was out pretty much instantly,” he said, continuing with his white lie.

“No strange dreams, I hope.”

With that Freya gave him another mischievous smile before twirling around and heading out of the cafe. Daryn waited until she was gone, sat back down, and crossed his legs in an attempt to suppress his growing hard-on.

* * *

The remainder of his day was relatively quiet. After exploring the rest of the campus and a bit of the surrounding town, Daryn headed back to his dorm to settle in for the night.

The difference between the events of his morning and those of the previous night were so great that all Daryn could do was laugh as he reflected upon them. I really did just have coffee and a casual conversation with the same girl I listened to getting fucked on the other side of this wall.

Still, whatever — or rather, whomever — Freya may have been doing last night, the fact remained that she chose to spend her morning with Daryn. She was the one who asked him out. Asked me out, he thought idly, that almost makes it seem like a date. Of course, it wasn’t a date, Daryn knew that much. That being said, he had received no indication that the guy Freya had been with the previous night had stuck around until the morning. Surely Freya wouldn’t have left her boyfriend behind to have breakfast with some random guy, after all.

So maybe she isn’t dating anyone? Maybe it was just a one-night stand? He had no way of answering these questions, but the fact that the situation was unclear gave him some hope. He’d never had a girlfriend before, never even summoned up the courage to ask someone out on a casual date. Now a girl — one who he happened to be quite attracted to, no less — had arguably made the first move on him. Could he follow through? Is she even into me?

It was just then, as thoughts of developing some sort of deeper relationship with Freya swirled through his mind, that Daryn’s ears picked up a sound coming from the other side of his room’s wall. It was faint at first, but soon intensified into a now familiar rhythm. Well, I suppose that rules out the idea of a one-night stand, Daryn thought. This time there would be no internal debate. He would save the self justification for later. Daryn closed his eyes and grabbed his cock, his mind filling with images of Freya as he matched his stroking to the sound of her moans.

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Crime and punishment

I pressed the doorbell push and listened as the chimes faded away. The door was soon opened and John Randall stood there, smiling broadly as he greeted me.

‘Roger, how nice to see you again and do come in, it’s been ages since we last saw you.’

I had been invited to visit John and Annabelle Randall this evening at their home, as I have done several times before. My friendship with this mature married couple may seem somewhat unusual in that I am only in my thirties, whereas they are old enough to be my parents. Our relationship is more than ‘unusual’ though, as you will discover in due course.

It might help to know that my name is Roger Cox, a qualified physiotherapist and fitness trainer who has formed close friendships with a small group of mature women whom I refer to as ‘my ladies circle’. Annabelle Randall is a member of this select group of older ladies who occasionally like to be pampered by a young man like myself. And of course I’m always happy to oblige them.

John led the way to the lounge, where I sat in an armchair as he opened his wine cabinet to prepare drinks for us.

‘Sylvia is busy preparing herself for your visit and will be down shortly.’ He said as he mixed our drinks.

I should explain here that although his wife is named Annabelle, she prefers to be called Sylvia when we meet at their home. Annabelle is a demure and very respectable lady, whereas her alter ego Sylvia is quite the opposite, and can be very naughty indeed. By adopting her ‘Sylvia’ persona, she permits herself to indulge in the most outrageous sexual activities that Annabelle would never consider.

I have discovered over time that John loves to play the role of cuckold during my visits. I also know that it amuses them both to devise role-plays that cast Sylvia as my submissive whore, while he watches and masturbates. Indeed on this occasion I’ve come dressed in a police uniform that I hired from a costume store, as part of the role-play that John and I had discussed previously.

We sat and sipped our drinks and were making small talk about nothing in particular, when the door opened and Sylvia stepped into the room. She was respectably dressed in a white blouse and black skirt that suited her mature years. I also noted the black choker she wore round her neck, which indicated her submissiveness.

‘Good evening officer Cox what a nice surprise to see you again. Is this a social visit or are you still on duty?’ She enquired with a wry smile.

‘It’s always a pleasure to see you too Sylvia, but this time I’m here on official police business I’m afraid.’ I replied.

‘Oh and what might that be?’

I cleared my throat before saying. ‘We received an incident report at the police station about a woman seen stealing items of clothing from a department store last Tuesday. Fortunately the report includes a detailed description of the suspect.’

‘Oh how awful, and I guess that must happen a lot, but why are you telling me this? She asked.

‘Because the description of the suspect happens to fit you very well Sylvia, so I have some questions to ask you.’

‘But you surely don’t think that I’m involved, do you?’ She mumbled, looking very uncomfortable.

‘What I think doesn’t matter, but I need to know where you were on Tuesday morning about 11.00 am?

‘I always have coffee in town with my girl friends on Tuesdays, so I’m sure that’s where I was.’ She whispered, looking anxious.

‘Can you prove that?’ I asked in a stern voice.

‘Oh dear, I don’t know that I can prove it.’ She whispered as tears welled up in her eyes.

Now I made a show of producing a notebook from my breast pocket and, after finding the relevant page, I began reading aloud.

‘The stolen items included a black peephole bra, black crotch-less panties, and a pair of tan seamed stockings. Do you happen to own any clothing that matches this description, Sylvia?’

‘No of course I don’t, and anyway only a younger woman would wear those kind of things.’

I paused for a few moments before saying. ‘In that case I must ask you to raise your skirt for me please?’

‘Why must I do that officer?’

‘Because I have to inspect your underwear.’

She turned to look pleadingly at John who just stared tokat escort back in silence.

‘Well, if you must.’ She murmured while bending to grasp the hem of her skirt then, straightening up, she slowly raised it to waist level. Now with her eyes downcast and her face turning bright red, she turned to show me her underwear.

I spent a long time gazing at the provocative sight of the black crotch-less panties and tan nylon stockings that this mature woman was wearing under her dress.

‘Now open your blouse for me Sylvia.’ I demanded.

She reluctantly undid the buttons of the blouse until it fell open to the waist to reveal her large breasts and erect nipples that poked through the holes of the black peephole bra she was wearing.

‘I think you have some explaining to do.’ I said quietly.

Bursting into tears she said. ‘I’m very sorry officer, but I couldn’t resist the temptation to steal them. Can’t I just pay for them now, would that settle the matter?’

‘Paying for them will not settle the matter I’m afraid. There is however, another form of payment that you could choose to make, or I will have to take you to the police station for questioning.’ I replied sternly.

‘Oh please, I’ll do anything to avoid the shame of being arrested.’ She said tearfully.

‘In that case go and sit down on the sofa over there.’

Looking somewhat bewildered, Sylvia crossed the room and sat on the sofa, as ordered.

‘Now sit back and lift your legs then open them wide for me.’

‘But I’m a respectable woman and old enough to be your mother. How can you ask me to do such a thing’ She demanded in a cross voice.

‘Because I intend to conduct an intimate body search for anything else that you may be hiding.’ I replied.

‘But I’m not hiding anything officer.’ She wailed tearfully.

‘That may be so, but I have my duty to do.’

‘Well if you have to, then I suppose I must do what I’m told.’ She whispered.

Sitting back now, Sylvia raised her legs and placed both feet together on the sofa, causing her skirt to rise over her bent knees. Then with eyes closed and looking very embarrassed, she slowly parted her legs to reveal the sweet hairless pussy that nestled between her soft thighs.

I gazed entranced and with a stiffening cock, at this brazen display of femininity that she flaunted before me.

‘Oh God, this is so humiliating.’ She panted excitedly, though I knew she loved exposing herself like this.

Kneeling on the floor now, I closely examined Sylvia’s pussy while caressing her nylon-covered legs all the way up to her stocking tops. I took further delight in stroking the silky smooth skin of her thighs until my naughty fingers reached her exposed cunt. Now I began teasing her, by slowly tracing the outline of her pussy lips that were already moistening to my touch. We were both very aroused and panting hard by now.

I also had became aware of John’s ragged breathing, and glanced at him sitting there stroking his exposed cock, while he watched me fingering his wife under her skirt.

‘I hope you don’t mind me touching your wife’s cunt do you John?’ I asked him.

‘Not at all.’ He murmured sheepishly.

‘And you won’t mind if I check inside her pussy for hidden contraband?’

‘I suppose, if you must’ He groaned, while continuing to frig his cock.

Now I put my head between Sylvia’s open legs and began kissing all around her pussy. Then I licked up and down the length of her slit several times before nuzzling and squeezing her erect clit between my closed lips.

She sighed as I continued to lick her pussy and moaned softly each time I used my tongue to penetrate her cunt, that was now oozing with her cream.

After a while I sat back on my heels, and slipped two fingers inside her pussy while teasing her clit with my thumb. She jerked her bottom back and forth as I continued fingering her, until her soft screams and loud panting moans told me she was close to coming.

Suddenly and with a loud groan she trapped my hand between her soft thighs, while her whole body trembled in orgasm. I waited a while for her to recover, before withdrawing my moistened fingers from her pussy.

‘Well my finger search didn’t find any contraband in yozgat escort your pussy Sylvia, so I will need to put my special search tool in there for a proper check later. But first I need to search in your mouth, so come and lay down on the sofa for me.’

Sylvia now changed her position to lay full length, with her head resting on the arm of the sofa. Then smiling impishly at me, she adopted her favourite pose again by placing her right leg on the floor and raising her left leg over the back of the sofa.

I stood up to open my flies and lift out my cock, then moving to where her head lay I bent slightly to present my cock to her mouth.

‘Open your mouth for my search tool Sylvia.’ I demanded.

With her legs splayed wide and looking decidedly flushed, she turned her head and obediently opened her mouth for my cock to enter. Now with Sylvia eagerly sucking my cock, I looked at John and said. ‘The police regulations state that a witness should be present during an intimate body search. So would you come here please.’

John got up immediately and came to stand by Sylvia’s head, which gave him a perfect view of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. I knew that the thrill of watching his wife sucking my cock always made him pant and groan with excitement.

Now I reached forward to begin stroking Sylvia’s exposed breasts and erect nipples, while she fondled her husband’s cock that towered above her. Closing my eyes now, I lost myself for a while, as I savoured the exquisite pleasure of her warm sucking mouth while caressing her lovely firm tits

It was some time later before I removed my cock, now gleaming with her saliva, and stepped back a little.

‘Well you don’t appear to have any contraband in there either Sylvia.’ I murmured.

‘I told you I haven’t hidden anything officer, so are you finished searching me now?’ She whined.

John said ‘At this point Sir, might I suggest that Sylvia deserves a little spanking for being so naughty?’

‘Indeed she does John, but I will need your help to do it.’

‘I’m always happy to help an officer of the law do his duty.’ He replied.

‘In that case would you take hold of her ankles when I lift up her legs?’

‘Of course Sir’ He replied.

I now brought Sylvia’s legs together and raised them into the air, as John reached forward to grab hold of her ankles. Then he pulled her legs towards him a little, which lifted her bottom up ready for a spanking.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK rang out, as my hand chastised her firm womanly bottom.

‘What are you men doing to me?’ Whispered Sylvia excitedly, as I continued spanking her until my hand ached.

I ceased the spanking after a while and watched as she wriggled her scorched bottom, with her legs still held in the air by her husband.

‘Might it be worth checking in her bottom for contraband Sir?’ Murmured John.

‘It would indeed, but I would have to finger your wife there. Would you mind if I did that?’

‘Not if it helps your investigation, officer.’ He replied.

Now I knelt on the sofa between Sylvia’s legs, and using my middle finger I began teasing all around her sensitive anus, which she had obviously lubricated in advance of my arrival. I heard her quietly groan when my fingertip slipped between her hot pink cheeks, before gently sliding all the way up her bottom.

‘Oh God, that is so humiliating, do you really have to do this to me officer?’ She gasped.

‘It’s standard police procedure I’m afraid, so it is necessary.’ I replied.

‘I suppose you must do what you have to.’ She whispered.

Sylvia loves to role-play the reluctant victim, which she acts to perfection during our sessions, although her feigned reluctance is denied by her obvious pleasure. Indeed it was the sly squeezing of her rose hole on my teasing finger that betrayed her pleasure on this occasion.

Now I began to gently finger-bugger her for a while, by slipping my finger in and out of her lubricated hole

‘You can bring her legs down now John, but leave them wide open for me.’ I demanded.

‘As you wish Sir.’ He mumbled as he re-arranged his wife’s legs, so that one lay over the back of the sofa and the other on the floor.

‘I’m now going to put my search zonguldak escort tool in your pussy Sylvia, and after that I’ll put it in your bottom for a more thorough search there.’ I said.

‘Do what you must officer.’ She murmured.

Still kneeling between her open legs, I positioned my raging cock at the entrance to her pouting wet pussy then sheathed it fully home inside her with a single thrust. Now I began fucking her slowly then gradually increased the tempo, until my cock was flashing in and out of her eager cunt.

I continued thrusting fast and deep while her panting little screams grew louder. Then she climaxed.

‘OH FUCK, I’M COMMMINNNNGGG AGAAINN’ Sylvia gasped, while her cunt spasms gripped my cock that lay buried deep inside her.

I waited a while for her to recover before withdrawing my still engorged cock from her sopping cunt. Then I got up to stand beside her.

‘Turn round now and kneel up on the sofa with your bottom raised for me’ I demanded.

She obediently adopted the kneeling position and rested her torso against the back of the sofa then, dipping her back she lifted her bottom high in the air.

‘Reach back now, and open your bottom cheeks for me Sylvia.’ I said.

‘Oh God, how embarrassing.’ She whispered, as she reached behind to hold her bottom cheeks open with her hands. John came and stood in front of her then, taking her head lovingly in his hands, he kissed her passionately for some time.

I watched them kiss, while I took a condom from my tunic pocket and rolled it over my rampant cock before guiding it to her puckered entrance that peeked enticingly from between her open cheeks. Now I teased her anus with the head of my cock for a while before gently slipping it just inside the lubricated rim of her tight hole, and held there for a while without moving.

‘Let go of your bottom now Sylvia, and lift up a little so I can fondle your tits.’ I

instructed.

With her bottom nicely corked, Sylvia moved enough to give me access. I began stroking her lovely tits and tweaking her rubbery nipples between my fingers, while my cock slid all the way up between the ample cheeks of her bottom. We held still again while we savoured the mutual pleasure of this perverted act.

‘You are a very naughty boy to be doing this to a woman old enough to be your mother.’ She panted in a trembling murmur.

‘And you are a very naughty girl.’

‘You make me do such shameful things Sir.’

‘But you like doing them, don’t you?’ I replied.

‘You know my weakness Sir.’ She whispered.

‘Indeed I do know your weakness, and now I’m going to fuck your bottom while you suck John’s cock

‘If you must Sir.’ She replied.

I signalled to John who immediately guided his cock to Sylvia’s open mouth, while mine eased in and out of her tight lubricated channel that she gradually relaxed to accommodate my cock. I continued gently fucking her bottom, while we both revelled in the shared pleasure of our sexual perversions.

John was visibly trembling with excitement as he watched his wife being buggered by another man, while she sucked his cock. Indeed it wasn’t long before he threw his head back, and with a loud groan, he pumped his come into Sylvia’s eager mouth while I continued gently fucking her bottom.

Now Sylvia began squeezing my cock by clenching and relaxing her bottom hole, which brought me very close to coming. Indeed it was a combination of this delightful teasing coupled with her moans that soon tipped me over the edge, to dissolve in orgasmic bliss as my cock pumped jets of hot come into the condom.

Some time later, I was sat again in the armchair with a drink in my hand, after we had recovered our composure. Sylvia had already retired to the bathroom to shower and freshen up after our session.

‘So, did our role-play performance meet with your expectations this evening John?’ I asked

‘It did indeed, and I also liked the improvised changes that you made to the script.’ He replied

‘Do you mean the introduction of my search tool?’

‘Yes that, and Sylvia’s complaint about you making her do shameful things.’

‘That was hardly a complaint, seeing as she loves being made to do them.’

‘You know, it always amazes me how an otherwise respectable woman like Annabelle can switch to become Sylvia, our submissive whore’ Said John.

‘She truly is one in a million John.’ I replied.

‘She is that indeed.’

The End.

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“How are your Teaching skills Cherry?”

“Yikes! What have I just walked into?” Piper Cherry hadn’t even cleared the office door frame before Principal Carl Manley charged up to her, face to face. Students prowling the halls behind her were grateful that he stopped her where he had. This gave them a long hard look at her perfect ass with a newly earned golden tan. Her day on the river basting herself from head to toe in a deep bronze shade assisted her abnormally white sheer accented dress in offering a better insight. Being relatively transparent but not quite, her flesh filtered through enough to get her day off to a good start. Theirs too. Carl knew the cluster behind her was eating her up. Truth be known his own appetite had been charged up of late. His eye however was on a different target menu. One which disappointed him right at the moment.

“Had a call off today which I need covered. All the substitute’s we have on retainer are supporting other schools. Serious shortage these days. So, you’re up to bat Counsellor.”

“What am I teaching?” She intentionally put her hand behind her back with fingers crossed it wasn’t something boring, that and to coyly lift her skirt just enough to intensify the drooling pack of wolves circling their prey. Sadly, half of them were girls. Not that it mattered, equal opportunity as Piper would say.

“Sex Education.”

“Reaaaaaaaly?” She bubbled up, “Let me guess, Freshmen.” Her smile faded fast.

“I’m giving you shit. I need you to cover for Mimi in her art class.”

“Wait!” Stunned with bright eyes sparkling in disbelief, Piper dropped her chin, “Mimi called off work on a Monday?”

“Yeah, I wonder why?” He winced at Piper letting her read his mind. It likely had to do with their extracurricular activities over the weekend.

“Well, you do know we got arrested so I’m guessing it might be due to that.”

“Who do you think bailed half my teaching staff out? I expect my money back by tomorrow. You I can understand. Mimi? Not so much. I think you humiliated the poor girl.”

“Humiliated? A few drinks and she was raring to go. But, yeah that Chinese fire drill at the corner of Dunlap and Longfellow might not have been our best idea. Traffic jam at 3 AM when nobody was awake was pretty awesome. Well, obviously they were awake.”

“I know. I seem to recall Josie waking me up to bail you people out. Well, I put up the money anyway, but I had no choice but to have my boy Jessie pay the bail. I couldn’t risk my name going all scandal with my wife as sick as she is. Luckily for all of you, you’ve never had any prior arrests. Just be aware of how that looks on Horton-Dexter, Counsellor.”

“Bad! I know! Speaking of…” She reaches into her purse and produces a handwritten personal check, “Refund! Fast enough for you?” Tomorrow was today!

“Thanks! I’ve never in my life seen bail reach twenty grand. Wiped out my savings. Well, Jesse’s savings! I’ll put this back in his account.”

“Not anymore. Notice I wrote it for twenty grand plus one cent?” She giggled.

“I did not! So, can you cover for Mimi? You owe her that.”

“Of course! We had talked last Friday about modelling together for her class.”

“Oh boy! Make sure it’s the Senior’s.”

“Of course! I know what I’m doing Carlos.” Ehhh! Grey area!

“Do you?” He nods to look behind her at the two dozen boys and girls drooling over her. Slyly peering over her shoulder, she winks at her fans just before dropping her purse on the floor between she and Carl. With an “Oopsie!”, Piper bent over to pick it up, her face brushing right over Carl’s crotch, her skirt sharing in her bare bottom point of view. Carl rolled his eyes and used his stare to break up the group. Sadly, they didn’t even see him. All eyes were on that clam. “DISPERSE!” He roared making them jump and head for the hills.

“Dis purse?” She lifts her bag up as her face yet again rolls slowly over his tenting slacks until she stood grinning.

“You’re a riot Cherry.”

“I know how to cause one.” She winks.

“Don’t I know it. Just go on up after your morning coffee. Don’t be late.”

“Will do!” She would be late anyway. Just because she could. Who was going to discipline her? Take a number.

Foregoing leaving her purse she slipped its thin chain over her shoulder and turned around. Carl Manley lowered his gaze to see just what his students had seen. Her skirt was still riding high enough on her ass to share everything wonderful in her world. “Sweet Jesus!” He didn’t bother to tell her to pull it down. She would have ignored him anyway. Without even stepping from his office, he found her fanbase in hot pursuit, giving chase like a herd of cattle being prodded into activity. As they flooded by, he dared to peek around the door frame. They were watching her take a drink of water from a fountain, in her extra high stiletto heels she towered over the lower fountain forcing her to lean over further than normal. Her entire ass was in perfect view. Silent fists were pumping tokat escort at getting to see it.

“I need a drink.” Not water either. Carl Manley closed the door to his office and locked it, blinds closed. That pint of Jim Beam in his locked desk drawer sounded good. That, and rubbing one off in privacy. He was human.

********

“…never been in jail before.” Kevin Fowler held his forehead, while slumped over the tabletop in the Teacher’s lounge, his thick rimmed glasses between his fingers to the right of his head. The poor man was still traumatized.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself Buddy. We got out without being on the Daily News.” Horton-Dexter’s resident Wolfman, Dewey Knowles rubbed his friend’s arm, “Look at the bright side Kev…we got laid. A dozen times even.”

Lifting his head slightly to wince at Dewey the much nerdier Kevin fidgeted, “We did, didn’t we? I think I’m in love with Mimi. I know I am.” Of course, in his nervous wreck state he peed multiple times ruining his chances with a number of ladies. Thankfully Mimi was not one of those who cringed and left in a hurry.

“Share and share alike Lil’ Buddy. I had her too. LeAnne might be more your type.”

“Our type.” Kevin snorted briefly, “If we’re sharing then we need to include her.”

“Uhhh? I think we were a mercy fuck when it comes to LeAnne. She was only doing it because of Piper and Josie. Not that she wasn’t into it, just maybe not us. I think she made a few lady cop friends though.”

“You guys worry too much.” Damon Rice spoke up from the coffee machine, getting his morning brew. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but when we switched partners in that fire drill that made my night. I got a few minutes with all the girls. So did you. Fellas, you had Piper and Josie…are you two really going to worry over Mimi and LeAnne?”

“We had Patrice too.” Dewey brought up Damon’s girlfriend.

“First black gal you ever had?” Damon chuckled. “I saw how she intimidated you two.”

“How? You were on the other side of Piper’s SUV.”

“At the hood of my girl’s van when we switched partners. I looked back Wolf boy. You were pale. Not being racist.” He laughed.

“Can we talk about something else?” Kevin was sweating. “Our names will be in the paper by tomorrow. Reputations are ruined.”

“AHEM!” Piper Cherry stood in the doorway eavesdropping. She felt badly for them, Kevin was right. A pep talk seemed necessary, her first step toward them leading to, “Pour me a cup Woody.” She referred to Damon seeing as he was in charge of Wood Shop. “Black no going back.”

“I knew you liked it when I turned your ass upside down in traffic.” He chuckled punching a code on the coffee machine as she took a seat at the table. Setting her purse on the floor beside her Piper leaned her elbows on to the table.

“Alright! Time to either ruin friendships or develop further trust Gentlemen. Yes, your names might be in the paper but come on you were caught fucking five hot chicks. That’s worth bragging about. Do you know how many guys out there wish they were you?” She cast a thumb behind her at all the boys looking in through the doorway at her ass. “You’re their heroes now.”

“Photos in papers my family will see. I can’t lie to them.” Kevin sighs putting his glasses on, not even Piper’s bulging cleavage and nipple jabs could cheer him up. Dewey? Different story, he was drooling already. Damon nearly spilled her coffee to look down at her golden globes.

“So, don’t. Let’s just hope the cops keep their promise and not credit us.” It was then that Piper realized Mimi had likely called off work because her grandmother must have heard about it all. LeAnne’s grandfather likely as well. “Dammit! Listen…it’s time I filled you in on my past.”

“You sure you want to go there, Piper?” Damon knew from her calendar in his office that she was an Atlanta Falcon cheerleader, her ex…

“My husband murdered a man last year. I know what the reputation risks are all about. I was in all the papers, on every TV station in the country. Honestly, I’m shocked no one has brought it up.” The boys dropped their jaws.

“I did.” Damon tilted his head from side to side.

“Thank you for keeping it quiet until everyone could judge me for me, not the murderer’s wife. I think we’ve reached a point in our friendships that tells you I care about everyone here. Just for the record…not the police record…I had no part, no knowledge what Devon did. Devon Liberty was my husband.” Dewey and Kevin were clueless until Damon pulled up Devon’s picture in uniform on his cell, sharing it.

“You were married to an Atlanta Falcon?” Dewey looked stunned. Damon then pulled up Piper’s calendar photo to show off. Kevin’s glasses fogged slightly.

“Halloween costume?” Kev swallowed looking at Piper’s amazing body in her tight cheerleading uniform.

“She was a cheerleader Dumbass.” Damon shook his head.

“Ohhh!” Kevin poised an eyebrow.

“Listen guys! I moved to Nashville yozgat escort to start over. I want free of my past, which goes deeper than my marriage I’m afraid.”

“How much deeper?” A voice entering the room caught her off guard. Listening from the doorway was the braided beauty Mavis Hale aka Viking Bitch.

“Join us.” Piper waved her in. Damon offering her his chair then asking if she wanted a coffee. She nodded yes and sat down. “I don’t want to hide from any of you going forward. So…my father is a State Senator in Georgia, Lane Cherry. While his reputation isn’t tragic like my marriage, he’s still a shadow over my life.”

“Confession?” Mavis accepted her coffee cup from Damon. “I already knew. Economics makes a gal read the paper more than others might. I looked up your father and found a photo of you and he at Devon Liberty’s trial. I want you to know I’m not reeling in our friendship. It’s just beginning as far as I’m concerned. You were in a tough situation.”

“So are we.” Kevin sighed.

“Relax Kevin, your arrest will blow over. I’m proud of you.” Piper patted his hand. “Getting out of your shell will do everyone good. The same could be said of you Brunhilda.” Piper toasted Mavis then took a drink of her coffee.

“Me? What do you mean by that?”

“Jeans!” All three men answered for Piper.

“Excuse me?” Mavis stammered and looked down at her pants.

“Not trying to get a sexual harassment charge Mavis…but damn!” Damon sighed looking at her chest, her very enormous chest.

“You said jeans Damon, not bra size.” Piper smirked, “Unless you meant genes as in DNA. She gets the idea.”

“I’m married, I told you that. I’m not…looking.” As she said that Roger Dundee entered in all of his studly good looks. Her eyes upon him made her pause. Piper noticed it immediately.

“Roger? Doesn’t Mavis look nice today?” Piper made Mavis blush. Joining the table by leaning forward on his knuckles facing Mavis, Roger puckered as if offering her a kiss. So, tempting!

“Hot as ever.”

“You think I’m…?” Mavis bulged her eyes fanning herself with a hand.

“It is warm in here.”

Roger winked at her, then unbuttoned half of his shirt, reading Piper’s dirty little mind. He knew she wanted him to show off. In response, Dewey added his own tease in the unbuttoning of his shirt, sharing a massively hairy chest. Kevin started to but shied from it.

“Stop!” Mavis shook her head grinning, “Ring finger gentlemen.” She flashed her diamond and gold.

“All we’re saying is…live a little Mavis.” Piper patted her hand, “Try a dress sometime.”

“Oh? Like yours? Is that a dress or a nightie? Did Carl add a wear your pajamas to school day to go with the two dress code omission days? “

“YES!”

Again, the men joined forces attempting to let her know what she and they might be missing. Roger mulling over the pajama comment puckered, “I sleep nude, so I guess I’d be streaking.”

“I love that idea, Mavis. I’ll suggest that to Carl.” Already considered! “But if we wear jammies so, do you.”

“You’re all crazy.” Mavis chuckled in disbelief, “So you’re saying I should wear dresses even if I feel insecure about my body?”

“That’s one hot bod.” Damon sighed, “Two strikes.” He chuckled.

“I agree.” Roger winked at Mavis, “I’ve heard whispers from your students saying they bet you’d look good in a dress. I’d put my hard-earned dollars in on that wager.”

“Really now!” She scowled then found him serious.

“Try it on Wednesday. Just once.” Piper encouraged her. “Let’s see what kind of reaction you get.”

“Mines already started.” Dewey looked down at his lap. “Count me in on the harassment lawsuit. The betting pool too.”

“I’m not going to file any lawsuit.” Mavis laughed, “I don’t think I even have a dress that fits me anymore.”

“Then we go shopping. I would offer you one of mine, but you would be naked by noon.”

“Let’s not go that far.” Mavis frowned, “You have enough attention without my stealing your thunder.”

“There’s that confidence hiding behind the shield.” Roger chuckled, “Yeah! I watch Vikings too.”

“I’m not Norwegian.” She laughed, “I just happen to like my hair in long braids.”

“So do we.” Kevin dared to murmur.

“One day only. If I don’t feel comfortable then that’s the last time.” Mavis gave in. “Now I just need to find a dress and sneak it past David and my kids.”

“We can go shopping after school. Meet me at 5:15…better make it 6:00. Detention!”

“Need me to cover it?” Roger winced.

“No! I need to…do my job.” She razzed him. He knew what that meant, she needed to torture her detainees. They her. Thoughts instantly formed in his mind as a bit of mischief for later.

“So… everyone forgive me for being who I am?” Piper looked about. Thumbs up gave her a clue; her friends were the best ever. “Aww! That makes me so very wet.” Mavis sighed hearing her admission and stood up. “That’s her cue.”

“Exactly! zonguldak escort How about I meet you downtown at 6:15. That gives me a chance to cook dinner and make excuses to David. Better yet, I’ll give you my home address. Pick me up when you get there, I’ll ride with you. That way David won’t think I’m lying.”

“Her first affair. Aww!” Piper giggled. “With mwah!”

“Nice try Counsellor. Only into guys.” Her eyes met Roger’s. He unbuttoned one more button just for her, wiggling his brows. She had to hold her breath and take her leave, coffee in hand. Yep! Mavis was wet too.

“I get to babysit Mimi’s autistic students.”

“Don’t you mean artistic?” Damon winced.

“Short attention spans. Same thing.” She felt bad mocking those who were, “Sorry Lord!” She looked up with praying palms.

“Better repent for all the striptease shows too.” Dewey laughed.

“Those I’m not sorry for.” She stood up and lifted her dress to show her lower body from tabletop to belly button bling. “I shaved just for my babies.”

“Don’t say my turn.” Dewey laughed, “That’d take a week.” He was that hairy.

“How well I know. When you fucked me against my SUV, I thought I was into bestiality.”

“AWOOOO!” He added just for her, “Need licked?”

“My dog does that enough. No, he’s not licking me…down there. He’s got close a few times while I was sleeping but I keep scissors under my pillow. No worries boys.”

“I honestly don’t think we were worried.” Damon laughed.

“She calls me Rotten.” Dewey laughed, knowing her dog’s name. “I did take her doggystyle.”

“You hush! I’m going to be picturing…I’m hushing too.”

“Bell’s ready to ring.” Kevin pointed out.

“Go draw some conclusions.” Roger razzed her back. “I’ll look you up later.”

“I’m going outside during lunch hour. You might want to avoid me during that time.” She laughed.

“Why?”

“Trust me Handsome. I need some…me time.”

“Isn’t that during Detention?” Roger turned her sideways and gripped her ass cheeks pulling her into him, her skirt still hiked high. The boys left their chairs to check her out as if they had never seen her bare ass before. Never enough times in their minds. She was happy to oblige, going so far as to tug her dress higher to her shoulder blades, her chest still hidden by the dress in its ruffled-up coverage.

“I… want to have a bit of fun by myself is all.”

“Alright! Just remember who it was that asked me to show you off and push your limits.”

“Does Piper have limits?” Damon cocked an eyebrow.

“Nooope!” She flipped her tongue at him with a squirrely expression.

“We love you, Piper.” Dewey sighed reaching out to rub her ass around Roger’s digging fingers, “Your past is…”

“Behind me?” She laughed leering over her shoulder at their manhandling. “Get in here you, guys.” She sounded pouty as if proud to be their friends. In saying that Damon and Kevin joined in rubbing her ass and back. “I’m…touched.”

She was…all over.

Touched that is.

********

“I can’t believe I let her talk me into buying a dress.” Mavis Hale settled in at her desk just before the bell, her students hadn’t even started pouring in. Finishing her coffee, she sat back and thought about her marriage. She was very happy with her husband David, but their sex life was growing distant. He was off on assignment as a Detective far too often, but he was a great Father and a good provider. Her worry if anything was that he might investigate her if she ever let her guard down. She knew one thing; she would never ever do anything like her fellow Teacher’s in their Chinese fire drill stunt that got them arrested. Although she did picture herself out there with them. Grapevine knowledge!

“Roger is dreamy.”

Sighing heavily, she actually envisioned him doing a striptease like a Chippendale dancer. He could definitely pull that off. “Maybe even my jeans.” She laughed. “What am I saying? Good lord! I’ve let Piper lure out my college days. Behave Mavis, behave.”

Bell ringing, her students finally began arriving, some very hunky students were in her first period class. Thankfully mostly Seniors took Economics. Not that she was anticipating anything she shouldn’t be. Spilling a bit of her coffee down her cleavage by accident she grumbled and used her fingers to dip beneath her shirt and gather up droplets, bringing them up to suck them off her fingers. In doing this she noted a few of the Jock’s nodding.

“It’s decaf.”

She smirked as they bantered back with, “Cream?” Her mind caught on to their gutter patrol instantly. Something within Mavis stirred and she pictured Roger Dundee unbuttoning his shirt. For some reason she found herself unbuttoning the top button on her black blouse as if wanting to show Roger, which wasn’t even there. Sighing she put her coffee cup into her waste basket and waited on her class to fill.

“I take my coffee black.”

“Nice!” Antoine Boss grinned.

“Behave Mister Boss.” She smiled blushing. Boss? What a name to have. She shivered for a moment pondering the name. In her thoughts she giggled, “Boss me around.” She did like it rough, David did too. At her height and Amazon build it took effort on David’s part, his being 6’4 helped. “Now Roger Dundee can boss me around.”

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Foreword

“Oh, fuck me, Brutus, FUCK ME!” Melanie Wilkerson screamed, writhing in ecstasy and raking her nails across the broad sweaty back of the brawny black stud who was humping his burly physique savagely on top of her curvaceous, lily white form.

Brutus slammed his gargantuan eleven inch pecker deep into the lovely blonde girl’s impossibly stretched, throbbing cuntal chasm, her legs hooked around his middle, her hips heaving in a frenzy of carnal passion.

The small, canopied bed groaned and creaked as the eighteen year old Southern belle, the daughter of one of the state’s most conservative political icons, wantonly fornicated with the big, sweaty Negro manservant.

Brutus suddenly pulled his purplish, vein-latticed mauler out of the blonde slut’s tight, satiny cunt and scrambled up on his knees, straddling her middle. Grabbing her big pillowy breasts, he pulled them apart, sandwiching his hefty black prong in the deep cleavage, between the quivering lobes of white flesh.

Oscillating his hips lewdly, he stroked his thick, bulging prick back and forth between her silky, hot breasts. His cock was so long that it bumped against her chin each time he thrust forward.

“AWWWW, SHIT, MA’AM!” he roared huskily, tossing back his black head, “I GONNA SHOOT MY WAD! AAAARRRGH!”

Melanie whimpered in delight, stretching her pouting pink lips wide apart as jets of thick, hot semen spouted from the purplish dick head and spattered over her face…

Chapter 1

“What in the dickens shall I do today?” Melanie Wilkerson pouted pettishly, sitting in the open French window which looked out upon the verdant land and gardens that belonged to her wealthy father.

Melanie was an extremely beautiful girl of eighteen, a lovely combination of woman and child, the type only to be found in the South. She had lambent golden curls which cascaded around her shoulders prettily, framing an oval, porcelain face with enormous, long-lashed blue eyes, a perky upturned nose, and full, strawberry-hued lips. Her complexion was peaches and cream. Indeed, she looked the picture of health, a stunningly gorgeous Southern peach, renowned throughout the county for her lovely features.

Today, she was wearing a white silk dress with puffy sleeves and a dipping cleavage which revealed her ample, jutting breasts, far larger than those of most girls of eighteen. Her figure was like that of an hour glass, lusciously curvaceous with an incredibly slender waist and long, sexy legs. Many a lusty young buck had drooled over the sight of the dimpled Miss Wilkerson parading through the town’s streets usually shaded by a parasol, and more often than not, with her begloved hand slipped in the crook of her father’s arm.

Rhett Wilkerson was a burly, powerfully built man, a man who was fiercely possessive and extremely ambitious. He was also one of the wealthiest men in the state. The Wilkersons had dabbled in politics since before the Civil War, and there had almost never been a time in recent history in which the family was not represented in the Senate or Congress, or at least the state’s legislature. Two times a Wilkerson had served as Governor, and it was Rhett Wilkerson’s lifelong ambition to become the third and youngest man in his family to gain that coveted political post.

Wilkerson was not a scrupulous or particularly compassionate man. He could ladle charm when necessary, and during the past few months, he had bombasted the state with an expensive campaign, kissing numerous babies and visiting every orphanage and old folks home he could. Recent polls placed him neck to neck with another ambitious young politician, a handsome Democrat named Lance Hardman. Both men were in their early forties, and therefore, which ever one won the election would become the youngest Governor in the State’s history.

The State had habitually elected Democrats to office, but Wilkerson, a staunch and conservative Republican, was banking on the fact that Hardman was known to be a bit too liberal for the people of the State, especially in his attitude toward race relations. And Rhett Wilkerson intended to win the election, whatever the cost…

Melanie was sick and tired of hearing of nothing but the election, day in and day out. She had been forced to accompany her father – a widower – to many a social function, and pose with him for numerous newspaper photography sessions.

If there was one thing that Wilkerson prized above all else, it was his precious daughter. He was fiercely protective of her, and made sure she was under his wing whenever possible. He had spoiled Melanie in many ways, but had hampered her movements at the same time. Especially now that she was blossoming into a young woman and young sparks were perking up and noticing when she passed. Rhett didn’t want his daughter sullied, and above all, he didn’t want his name to be dragged through the mud during these delicate days before the election. If his daughter should become involved in a sordid affair and the opposition became kırşehir escort aware of it, Wilkerson’s chances could be ruined.

So, Melanie was beginning to feel stifled and restless. She wanted more out of life than she was getting, and one thing that whetted her appetite was the thought of getting a handsome young beau. Up until now, Rhett Wilkerson had scared off any young pup who had come to woo his daughter. Wilkerson wanted to choose Melanie’s prospective husband carefully, and not until she was twenty would he even consider the question. But he did have his eye on young Nestor Previtts, whose father came from one of the oldest and most distinguished, and richest, families in the state. But Melanie hated Nestor.

“He’s skinny and has pimples and smells bad,” she pouted to her girlfriends.

What she secretly longed for was a handsome young man who resembled her brother, Jarvis.

Jarvis Wilkerson was twenty, and extremely handsome. He stood six foot one inch tall and weighed a hundred and ninety pounds. He had short, light brown hair and green eyes, set in an insolently handsome face, which could crease into a dazzling smile. His body was muscular and streamlined from much horseback riding, and he was an excellent polo player. His father wished that Jarvis, considered one of the State’s more eligible young bachelors, would show a little more interest and ambition in something other than horses and girls, but he indulgently felt that after all, Jarvis was young and had to sow his wild oats.

Melanie often complained that her older brother was allowed to do as he pleased while her activities were severely limited, and her father had sternly reported that she was a lady and was expected to behave like one.

“With a young man, it is different,” Rhett had said, with maddening sexism.

Thinking of this now, as she perched in the French window, basking in the warm sunlight, Melanie scowled with childish anger, her baby blue eyes snapping with Wilkerson fires. Like her father, she was stubborn and strong-willed and liked to have her own way.

Not that she resented Jarvis for having more privileges than she did. Melanie was devoted to her older brother, worshipped him, in fact. Just the thought of him made her heart go pit-a-pat, and she dreamed of being swept off her feet by a gallant young prince who looked exactly like Jarvis.

Melanie had been too carefully brought up to suspect that her feelings for her brother were more than romantic fantasies. She had no idea what incest was, and did not recognize her incestuous feelings for her brother for what they were.

But she was definitely aware of sex. She had discovered long ago, when she was twelve, that by touching the soft and delicately fringed mound between her legs with the cuticles of her fingers, she could create the most exquisite sensations. And the whispering, giggling talk of her girl-friends had given her a shadowy suggestion of the actual act of fornication. She had seen men with their shirts off, and she had certainly watched the crotches in men’s pants and dreamt about what those bulges contained. Against her father’s strict orders, she had sneaked out to watch stallions being mated to mares, and had found the sight extraordinarily exciting, sending a flush of warmth coursing through her nubile young body.

Her one actual contact with sex had come several weeks earlier when she had nearly created a scene by opening the door to her father’s bedroom and found him lustily mounting Dahlia, the black girl who helped in the kitchen. Melanie had only caught a glimpse of the lewd scene before she hastily retreated, but it had been enough to sharpen her curiosity. She had seen her father’s broad, sweaty, hairy back and Dahlia’s luscious, mahogany colored legs wrapped around his waist. She had watched the way his hard buttocks flexed and lifted and fell, and had heard Dahlia’s delighted whimpers and moans as the big stud entered her again and again…

Melanie felt a stab of envy for Dahlia which she would never have admitted aloud. The pretty black girl, a gorgeous mulatto, was twenty-five and had worked with the cook in the Wilkersons’ kitchen since she was nineteen. Now Melanie realized that her services had been procured in order for Rhett Wilkerson to have a mistress, for she had come to work at the house weeks after the death of Melanie’s mother.

Dahlia may have been poor and black, but she had a happy, carefree manner and lifestyle that Melanie secretly envied. She knew Dahlia was a slut, and there was something titillating about the idea.

Brutus, the hulking black buck who helped out with the horses, was constantly hanging around the kitchen and Melanie had seen the way Dahlia flirted with him. She wagered, in fact, that Dahlia did a lot more than just flirt with the huge black stud.

Melanie felt a tremor of excitement shudder through her again, and her loins became warm and moist. With a sigh of boredom and oppression, Melanie jumped malatya escort out of the window and flounced out of the lavishly decorated room.

She wandered through the huge mansion aimlessly, feeling utterly bored. Rhett was away on the campaign trail, of course, making another of his endless appearances at a factory or something. Jarvis was out riding with his buddies. And Melanie was all alone in the huge house with the servants.

Melanie was going past the kitchen, idly wondering if perhaps she could telephone her best friend, Missy Simpson, when she heard voices which made her stop just outside the door. She heard Dahlia’s rich, feminine laugh, and a deep, rustling masculine voice, which she recognized as belonging to Brutus. A crafty look came over the Southern belle’s features, and she crept to the door and very gently pushed it slightly ajar, placing her eye against the crack. From that position, she got a good glimpse at the kitchen.

Dahlia was leaning coquettishly against the stove, her warm brown eyes twinkling with excitement as she tilted her pretty head up to look into the jet black, ruggedly masculine features of the man they called Brutus.

Dahlia was dressed in a floral patterned frock which complemented her dusky skin and luscious figure well. The mulatto servant knew how pretty she was, and made the most of her physical assets. Now, she was thrusting her full, pendulous breasts forward sensuously, and the large, melon-shaped lobes of flesh pressed against the thin material of her blouse. The round pouting circles of her pointy nipples were clearly outlined by the thin material, and Brutus’ smoldering eyes kept darting down and ogling them greedily.

Brutus was a brawny, impressive specimen of manhood. Standing six feet two inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds of solid musculature, he was a great hulking brute of a man, with broad shoulders and a powerfully built chest. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt that was open to the navel, revealing the hard jutting curves of his pectoral muscles, and the rippling-washboard definition of his belly. The tight tan breeches that hugged his legs and thighs were tenting alarmingly at the crotch, revealing the gigantic proportions of his sexual organs quite clearly.

Dahlia’s doe-like brown eyes dropped bashfully from Brutus’ face and fleetingly glanced at the big stud’s crotch, and Melanie could see a tremor of excitement rush through the lovely mulatto slut’s body.

“Aw, c’mon, Dahlia,” Brutus coaxed, smiling at her lewdly, “Ain’t nobody gonna stop us! Les go out to the barn for a while. Dotty’s gawn to her Maw’s place fer the afternoon, and the Wilkersons, all ‘cept Miss Melanie, is gone away. An’ Miss Melanie never has no business down at the barn!”

Dahlia giggled, wiggling her hips teasingly and said, “Now, Brutus, you is bad! You knows that Dotty tole me to look after the kitchen for her till she comes back! What if she comes back early and finds me not here? I’ll get my ass beat, that’s what!”

Brutus smiled wolfishly, licking his sensuous thick lips, and said huskily, “Yeah! She ain’t the only one who’d like to beat dat ass, Dahlia! Only, when I does it, you gonna like it!”

Lewdly, the big brute reached down and rubbed his throbbing crotch with his big fingers. He reached out and grasped Dahlia’s small brown hand and drew it against his groin, pressing it there and swiveling his hips.

Dahlia’s eyes widened as she felt the stiff throbbing of his lust-thickened meatiness through the coarse material of his trousers, and she gave a little whimper of excitement.

“You sees how much I wants you, Dahlia,” Brutus said hoarsely, “C’mon, les go to the barn.”

Dahlia’s resistance had fallen completely. She raised her swimming brown eyes, large and trembling with excitement, and slightly parted her full, moist lips.

Brutus gave a low growl and bent down, wrapping his powerful arms around her slender form and crushing her willowy young body against his huge physique, smothering her lips hungrily with his own.

Melanie shuddered in lascivious delight as she watched the two Negroes kiss passionately. Her own body was stirring with the warm juices of passion, and her cunt began to tingle and quiver in sympathetic excitement. She gaped as she watched Brutus’ big mouth open wide and cover the lower part of Dahlia’s face as he forced his long thick tongue deep into the mulatto wench’s mouth.

Brutus’ big hands slid down Dahlia’s back and dug into the high, firm cheeks of her succulent ass, squeezing them lewdly as he crushed his pelvis against hers.

Struggling, Dahlia pushed away from him, panting hard, her eyes wide with mingled passion and nervousness.

“Not here, fool!” she gasped, “Miss Melanie’s likely to walk in on us, and then there’s no telling what might happen! Let’s go on out to the barn.”

Brutus grinned wolfishly and said, “I thought you’d nevah ask!”

They went together to the screen niğde escort door that faced the barn, and exited separately. Brutus went first, striding rapidly across the lawn towards the barn, and Dahlia tripped nervously behind him, her big brown eyes darting back and forth to make sure no one was watching them.

If Dahlia had known that every movement she and Brutus had made, and every word they had spoken, had been seen and heard by Melanie Wilkerson, the black servant would have died in horror. But Melanie had no intention of reporting on the lusty black couple. She merely wanted to find out what it was that they did in the barn which was so exciting.

The crafty blonde belle waited until the big barn door swung shut behind Dahlia. Then, she darted across the kitchen and out the screen door, and rapidly and noiselessly approached the barn.

Having been raised on her father’s estate, she knew every nook and cranny like the back of her hand. And Melanie knew how to get into the hay loft in the barn without having to go through the door.

She hurried around to the back of the barn. A window high up led into the hay loft, and a thick rope dangled to the ground from a nail several inches below the window. Knots at various intervals in the rope made foot and hand-holds.

Though she behaved very much like a lady in public, the instincts of a tomboyish girlhood still remained intact in Melanie’s lively form, and she had no trouble at all clambering up the rope once she had kicked off her shoes. She peered cautiously over the edge of the window, and then slipped inside. She crawled on all fours through the hay until her face reached the square hole that looked down into the barn. She heard the restless stirring and neighing of the horses, and the sighs and moans of two other beings.

Peering over the trap door, she found to her delight that she had a perfect view of the illicit scene that was unfolding beneath her.

Brutus had taken Dahlia into one of the empty horse stalls. A ray of sunlight made its way through a crack in the barn wall and bathed the two lovers in a golden honeyed beam.

The black stud was kissing Dahlia hungrily, and he had hoisted up her skirts and was running his big coarse hands over the luscious, smooth lobes of her tush.

He pulled away suddenly, panting with lust, and tossed off his shirt impatiently, revealing his brawny, muscular torso. Then his hands flew to his belt, and in a matter of seconds, he had shed his pants and was standing before Dahlia in all his naked glory.

Melanie could barely keep herself from gasping aloud in utter astonishment. Her big blue eyes grew wide with wonder. She had never seen a man’s penis before, though she had frequently imagined what they were like. Brutus’ prick looked absolutely gargantuan! It looked like the cock on one of the stallions her father frequently put to stud!

Melanie’s exaggeration was not too far from the truth. Brutus was indeed extraordinarily well hung. His pride and joy was a full eleven inches in length when completely erect, and was almost as thick around as a man’s wrist. This lusty length of gristle and flesh thrust before him like a small arm with a balled fist on the end, throbbing impatiently.

Dahlia gazed down at it, trembling in excitement, uttering a little cooing sound of desire. She reached down and rubbed the palm of her hand across the bloated purplish tip, smearing the droplet of pre-come that had formed there all over the glans.

She encircled the pulsating shaft with her fingers and stroked her hand lovingly up and down, squeezing lightly. With her other hand, she titillated the black stud’s enormous, baseball-sized balls, lifting them and testing their weight, scraping her fingernail across the scrotum. Brutus’ huge frame shuddered in appreciation as the sultry mulatto wench stroked his humongous whanger. He licked his lips in lascivious anticipation.

“C’mon baby,” he said huskily, “let me feel that warm mouth of yours on me!”

With a sigh of excitement, Dahlia dropped to her knees in the hay and stared at the protruding appendage which pointed at her face. Puckering her lips, she pressed them against the mushroom-shaped tip, laving out her tongue and swirling it across the corona, mewling in delight as she tasted his musky masculine flavors.

She stretched her jaws until they threatened to snap and took the entire crown into her mouth, slurping at it lewdly, running her fingers up and down the shaft.

Brutus moaned in appreciation, reaching down and digging his fingers into her kinky brown hair, bucking his hips lustily and forcing several inches of his thick sex tool deep into her mouth.

Dahlia gagged slightly as the thick tip punched against the back of her throat, and then she swallowed hard, letting the first few inches of the horsedick slide down into her aching, constricted throat. Brutus threw back his head and howled in delight as the entire length of his enormous pecker disappeared into the warm slick interior of Dahlia’s oral orifice. Dahlia’s ‘O’ shaped bloated lips pressed into the crinkly patch of pungent pubic hairs encircling the thick base of Brutus’ lance, and she shuddered in pleasure as she savored the sensation of having her mouth and gullet completely stuffed with the young stud’s joint.

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Stephanie froze up, and embedded her top teeth into her bottom lip hard enough that she might have drawn blood. So someone had figured out her cheeky little secret. A man, no less.

It had started a couple of hours ago, back in her suite at the Auream Grand, when she had been studying herself after putting on the silk gown. She had gawked at the image of the stunning woman in the mirror, and became anxious when she observed the lewd peek the gown afforded at her chest from the side. “I’m going to be glad for my mask,” she murmured, and she checked out the rest of her figure. Her hips looked good, and her stomach was flat. Her butt poked out just the right amount, except…

“Oh, fuck!” Her panty lines were beyond obvious beneath the thin, pale violet fabric. She had spun about to assess the damage from every angle. It was a total disaster! “Shit! Now what?” Unfortunately, this was one of those moments where it didn’t help that the young woman had led such a prudish life.

“I’m sure this didn’t happen last time!” And then she remembered. Last time, she had worn a g-string. One of those ridiculous scraps of fabric that was meant to pass as underwear, but weighed maybe one ounce, and flossed the wearer’s butt crack and lady parts with every step. It had been the first time she had worn such a thing, and also the last. She didn’t even own one anymore, and they didn’t exactly put complementary sets in hotel room drawers, like conveniently folded up next to the Holy Bible.

Isabella! That girl had known all along! She had even mentioned something about the knickers Steph had pulled out, but the naive girl had dismissed her friend’s concerns without even understanding what she had been getting at. It was a little too late when Stephanie thought to retrieve her phone from her handbag. She had a good mind to blast Bella for not warning her properly, or, she would at least ask for advice. It was switched off. From the plane. Still. Stephanie turned it on. After gaining reception, there were a few beeps. Two messages.

hi hi! Lily here. Just tried 2 call u n Anne, she missed the plane can u believe? U must have made it. So jealous, i kno wat room u got coz i booked it! U got it to yourself now? OMG u shud def bring some1 home ;););) stagnant Steph lol

Didn’t want to say anything before or you’d miss your plane, but first thing you gotta do when you land is buy a g-banger to go under that gorgeous dress. Have fun babe will pick you up tomorrow arvo xxx b

“Shit, why didn’t I test this earlier!” Stephanie was so frustrated with herself. She was incredibly organised in all facets of her life, and this sort of thing just did not happen to her. It was 6:53pm; the ball was to start in mere minutes! She looked at herself in the mirror again, and frowned. Under the delicate, light coloured fabric, the pantylines might be discernable even from the other end of a mood-lit room. No good. She brushed her hands over her tapered waist, down her hips and over her butt. And she frowned. It was like the difference in caressing the soft coat of a new puppy, to rubbing your hand over sandpaper.

With an obvious no-go on the full brief cotton-bottoms, Stephanie reached under her long dress, hooked her fingers under the panties and pulled them down to her ankles. She stepped one leg out and kicked them out of the ensuite in frustration. She rushed to the bag sitting on her king bed, and emptied the contents out as if ransacking her own things.

No good. There were two other sets of panties in addition to the ones she had been wearing today, but they were all basically the same. There would have been no point trying them on, and in any case – she was out of time. “Shit, shit, SHIT!”

But then, in the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something surprisingly sexy. It was reflected in the mirror that dominated the wall opposite the bed. Her own sweet posterior, sticking out suggestively from her bent over position. Though she didn’t normally show it off, she was secretly proud of her derriere, and her strong, medium-sized thighs. She knew well enough that hers was a healthy shape, and she was happy to owe it to all her hard work pushing out endless squats in gym classes. Each cheek was rounded and toned, and about the right size for a large-handed man to grab the whole thing with outstretched fingers.

Stephanie marvelled at how the silk of her tight dress followed every curve with perfect accuracy, and swallowed back her nervousness that the exact shape of her butt cheeks was easily discernible. It was already gathering in her ass crack, and without supportive pants, she knew her gait featured just a playful little jiggle at the bottom of her trunk. Technically most of her skin was covered, however, it would be obvious to anybody who looked that she didn’t have panties on.

That’s why a thong would work, dummy! No one can tell what you’ve got wedged up deep in your behind! However…

And ordu escort that’s when it occurred to her, that the reverse should also be true. If people are used to not seeing any sign of underwear with formal gowns, wouldn’t they just presume the presence of some skimpy, low profile covering underneath?

Stephanie bit her lip – a nervous habit she had developed, and one that would repeat itself tonight each time her mind went to her underwear problem. She had already vowed to get her sexy on for this event, but wasn’t this going a little far? In any case, her options were poor. Stephanie bent over further, testing how the garment rode up her legs. Her dress was long, and even the split leg on one side only reached just above her knee. She wasn’t really at risk of flashing anyone, even if bending over a little. She would just have to be sure not to fall head over heels with her legs splayed out (yeah, right!)

She ran her hand over her pubic bone. The material of her gown was so thin, her own caress was enough to tantalise the just-waxed skin surrounding her vulva. If she still had any pubic hairs, she would have been able to feel them through the silk. “God, I’m as good as naked!” How unfair it was, that she should feel that way, despite her gown reaching from neck to toe!

“Ok…” Stephanie declared with a strong resolve, albeit hindered by a kind of thrilling consternation. There was a special term for this, an expression she doubted she had previously uttered in her lifetime. “Commando it is!”

“Hey!” Mia had materialised nearby, and smacked Brad’s arm where it reached many inches lower down Steph’s back than it should have for Argentine Tango. The man released her and held his hands in a show of surrender, grinning. “You’re not even funny, you perv! God, you do this every fucking time, I can’t take you anywhere!”

Brad took the tongue lashing without argument, but then he grabbed Mia’s hand, and tugged her hard towards him. Their faces met, and Stephanie witnessed another heated kiss between the passionate pair. It was brief however, ending when Mia brought her knee up hard into his groin.

“Gah! Ah!” Brad stumbled and grimaced, while Stephanie watched on in fascination. Perhaps that’s what she should have done, before he had worked out her little underwear problem. He reached for Mia again, but she had already turned, and was stomping away. Steph felt very embarrassed. She was sure it was not her fault, but she seemed to have inadvertently started a lover’s quarrel. She was about to apologise to Brad, but then she saw the look he was giving her. It didn’t matter that he had a mask on, she could see his eyes. He was still a predator, and she believed beyond any doubt that he was undressing her with those calculating eyes, his lips contorted into a one sided, lecherous smirk.

“Thank you for the dance, little witch,” he had maintained his confidence to the end. He bowed slightly, and then headed off after Mia.

Alone once more, Stephanie decided it was time for a visit to the ladies room, even though it would send her in the same direction Brad had just gone. She had two private matters to attend to, the first of which she could thank all the champagne consumption for. She walked slowly, very aware of the cool air flowing into the split leg of her dress and caressing her bare, exposed vulva. Very aware of the wetness that lubricated her thighs with each small step.

For the second time that evening, she meandered down that eerie, narrow corridor. The door to Natalie’s makeshift studio was half open, and the sounds of women giggling caught Stephanie’s attention. Two guests were inside, one, a plump looking blonde in blue, who looked very amused. She was perched on the armrest of the sofa, sipping from her champagne flute. The other looked uneasy; flushed. She stood with her legs awkwardly apart, and Natalie’s camera was set up between her feet… pointed upwards. She wore a yellow party frock that flared out loosely over her thighs, stopping at knee length. There was a flash, as Natalie appeared to operate her equipment remotely from her laptop. The blonde laughed hysterically, earning a giggly scowl from the subject of the upskirt shot.

Steph noticed that the printing equipment was humming away efficiently, and as she watched, it gave birth to one of many works that were collecting in the tray. A thin, A4 sized book, with a high-gloss cover depicting half of a woman’s face obscured by a mask, and a title, “Masterson Masked Ball”. It really was intended as a special piece of memorabilia for the evening, then. But there was no sign of the large canvases that Natalie had said would be produced for presentation at the auction before the night’s close.

“No, no!” the girl in stitches and almost spilling her drink chided. “Sluttier than that, come on!”

“Oh, I’m going to shut you up! How about this?” Her friend walked past the camera, but then stepped osmaniye escort her feet wide apart, and squatted down over it.

*Click!* Natalie wasted no time capturing the racy shot, and the woman stood immediately in surprise. “Shit, you were fast. I wasn’t actually going to let you do it-“

“Too late!” Her friend was laughing even more, if that were possible.

“Fine. But now it’s your turn! Let’s see how you like your big tushy and knickers printed out for some perv’s collection!”

“Pfft,” the bystander stood and approached the camera, her large hips swaying, her bust jiggling in her loose fitting dress. “My husband will buy mine, if he wants any chance of getting lucky tonight.” The two laughed together again, obviously having a lot of fun with it. Stephanie still couldn’t believe the women of the party had actually shed enough inhibitions to go along with Natalie’s crazy request. Was it possible… could she have been the only one who hadn’t agreed to the upskirt shot?

Well, obviously I can’t do it. No panties and all that. But, if it wasn’t for that?

Stephanie was a mess of uncertainties. She had let Natalie talk her into some pretty racy shots as it was – and that was a few Dom Pérignon’s ago now! She wondered… with the drinks freely flowing, and everyone else doing it? Hypotheticals aside, she realised that she had lingered near the doorway for too long already. The ladies’ room beckoned, and she carefully closed the door and resumed her little mission.

Momentarily, Stephanie found herself sitting on the toilet and tinkling away. It was a long one, and was making her nervous. She was producing a harsh spray that kept wanting to follow a lip and go off to the side, and she had to keep shifting to avoid a disaster that might see her wetting her beautiful silk dress.

“So stupid. ‘Brazlian wax’, my ass!”

Wait… she did do my ass, too.

“How is this practical!” Maybe other girls mastered it better, or it wasn’t an issue for them, but Stephanie was used to her stream following a straight downward path thanks to a healthy tuft of hair, and the challenge she was facing since yesterday was something she had never in her life considered could be a problem.

She managed to finish without a disaster, and set about mopping up. This was also going to take care of her second reason for her bathroom visit.

“Oh Jeez,” she murmured. “Who am I?” Never mind the fine gown; her body had been busy producing a silken thread of its own. It joined one bare pussy lip to her inner thigh, and just hung there obscenely. Stephanie reached for it in mute curiosity; it was so thick she wondered if it would ever break on its own accord. The substance had cooled, and was so slimy between her fingers, she couldn’t help but to think of it as grotesque.

Such an odd bodily function, really.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t got wet before. Truth be told, she regularly noticed damp smears on her panties at the end of the day. Prudish in mind Stephanie may have been, but her body certainly functioned more than adequately when it came to this. Annoyingly so. But she considered how such lubrication might perfectly serve to help her take in a man’s penis of virtually any size. If some of the men she had met tonight had cocks as big as their personalities…

“Oh, dear”. Now she was just playing with herself. Her fingers hadn’t even tried to clean away her juices yet, merely spread them around, up to her attention-starved clit. “It felt so good though, earlier…” would it be ok if she were to stay put for a little while, and finish what she had begun in the tub?

The sound of the door opening brought a swift end to any such indulgence. There came the click of stiletto heels on the tiled floor, and Stephanie took some more paper to finish wiping herself off properly. Perhaps it was for the best that the intrusion came sooner than later; the last thing she wanted tonight was another poorly timed interruption. She was careful to clean up every bead of moisture, before flushing and vacating the stall.

“Oh, hi Mikayla!” The tall and stunning blonde was standing before her, waiting patiently. The light was brighter than in the ballroom, and Steph once again stole a glance at her essentially naked breasts, proudly on display for all to admire. The jeweled heads of the snakes weren’t trying so hard to cover her nipples, and the visible parts of her areolas were a sweet flush of fairy-floss pink. The woman did not answer her, but seemed to be staring at her intently as she made for the hand basin.

There’s no way she knows. I stopped as soon as the door opened!

“Ummm, did you need to go, Mikayla? Or did you just want the mirror?”

“It can wait. First, Stephanie Vice, I need to make good on promise. Do you remember?”

Stephanie remembered, alright. Damn, this was her own fault for spreading gossip about that scene in the movie! She looked sinop escort to the mirror, and her heart began racing when she saw that the Russian model had moved in close behind her, and was removing her mask – the amethyst sister to her own piece in emerald enamel. It would be hard to even squeeze past her toward the exit without coming across as overtly evasive.

“Well, you said I should watch out when I went to the bathroom, but… I know you were just kidding!”

Stephanie turned to leave, but Mikayla’s long, elegant arms came down to drop her mask onto the counter, and grip the bench edge on either side of Stephanie’s hips. She was completely encircled, though the woman hadn’t even technically laid a finger on her. Mikayla’s unmasked face held no particular surprises, but to suddenly behold her regal beauty in full after a few hours of partial obfuscation was a privilege that came with an odd side-serve of guilt.

Then, Mikayla lifted a hand behind Stephanie’s head, and gently helped her out of her own mask. She wanted to protest the loss of her precious anonymity, but she understood the model’s reason. Both their masks had long, gnarly looking beaks on them, which would get in the way of what she knew was to happen next. Mikayla leaned in so close that Steph could discern the artificial edge of her mauve lipstick, and there could be no question as to her intent.

Stephanie didn’t want this, did she? She was terrified and excited and nervous and aroused, and ultimately bewildered as to how to act in this situation. She could knock Mikayla’s arm away and make for the door, but… wouldn’t that be a bit of an overreaction? She hadn’t even told her ‘no’ yet, had she? But somehow, causing any sort of a scene, even with just the two of them present, was strangely hard to do. Instead, she closed her eyes and remained still. By basically doing nothing, she would remain blameless; innocent.

Mikayla’s kiss came gently at first. Her lips were soft and moist, but her desire was genuine and that alone persuaded Stephanie to welcome the intimate gesture. There came something wetter probing against her. Mikayla was wasting no time adding her tongue, and Stephanie opened her mouth slightly to permit her access.

At that point, Mikayla slowed right down. Her tongue was gentle, merely testing the waters until Stephanie was ready to reciprocate. She could tell she was in good hands for her first real kiss, and she sighed in surrender and pushed her own tongue out.

It was an awkward dance, though just as with Brad in the Great Hall, she was able to lean on her partner’s experience and enjoy the intimacy of the moment.

With another girl. I’m not… gay, am I?

She knew she was not; a better question would be, who wouldn’t kiss such a glamorous woman, adorned with a priceless piece of jewellery and throwing herself into the encounter with the utmost confidence.

Another hot and wonderful minute passed, before Stephanie heard the washroom door open. She stiffened with panic. Busted! But she didn’t dare open her eyes. She couldn’t bear to see the look of disgust and judgement on the face of their intruder, who absolutely was not an intruder and was very much in the right to be there.

But Mikayla didn’t stop. *Clip, clop,* the sound of heels on tiles. If anything, her kisses intensified, and Steph felt all she could do was continue to submit to the poised model’s lead.

There was a feminine giggle. Of course there was. But it was brief, and then came the sound of the cubicle door, and other sounds suggestive of their intruder minding her own business.

Now Mikayla’s hands were at Steph’s flanks, navigating the openings in her dress and resting on her ribs. Alarmed, Stephanie opened her eyes and backed slightly out of the kiss.

“Careful,” she said meekly. “I’m not wearing a bra or anything.” Mikayla threw her a crooked smile, and Stephanie immediately felt colossally dumb. Of course Mikayla knew that! But surely she wouldn’t go so far as to-

Before she could voice her concerns, Mikayla did just that. She finger-walked both hands up Steph’s body, under the silk and onto the sides of her breasts. Stephanie hissed. She was sensitive there, and she hadn’t had a chance to think about whether she was ok with handing out another of her ‘firsts’ to this woman, eligible recipient though she may well be.

Any thought of making a complaint evaporated when Mikayla pursued her for another kiss, and this time it was hot and needy. Steph sighed, and accepted her affections with gratitude.

The foreign hands on her body managed to cup under their susceptible targets. Her breasts were gently squeezed, and pushed up. It was a naughty touch. A good touch. And as with the kiss, she responded to Mikayla’s confidence and lent the sexy girl her trust.

Mikayla promptly began to stroke Steph’s nipples with her finger tips, instigating a surge of adrenaline that made every hair on her head tingle at its root. Did this woman intend to leave anything sacred in this brief, public encounter? Her nipples had been pumped full with her heated blood even before the touch came, but it was feather-light, and forced Stephanie to giggle her way out of Mikayla’s tongue lavishing.

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It was a sunny spring Saturday in L.A and I was in the worst mood. I was pissed at my brother for something. My boyfriend was out of town for a few weeks and I was horny as hell. I had to study that weekend, so any partying had to wait. It was so nice out, barely any smog, that I decided that I needed to take advantage of the sun. I grabbed my string bikini, oil and books, then sat by the pool in a long lounge chair and started to get my tan going. I ignored my brother all morning. I think he was telling me that the cable people were installing some new digital cable system today. It didn’t really make a difference to me, so I didn’t care. Even though he’s my blood brother, I am not afraid to be naked around him, so I immediately stripped off my top as soon as I got by the pool. I oiled up my body with tanning oil.

Almost an hour went by and I hadn’t heard a peep from him. I was buried in my book, then I realized that I was tanning real quick and that I was going to get lines from the bikini bottoms, so I stripped them off too. The sun felt great on my bare breasts and even better on my hairless pussy. I felt myself getting turned on from the warmth of the sun. I looked down at my juicy lips and got even more turned on. After all these years, I refuse to masturbate. I prefer the real thing, real sex that is. I also liked the way my nipples hardened with the warmth of the sun on them. As I spread my legs to get more sun on my pussy, I heard my brother talking to me from across the pool. I didn’t hear what he was saying and waved him off, acting like I heard him. A few moments tokat escort go by. Suddenly he comes stomping over, yelling to me that the phone was for me. I didn’t bother to cover up, let alone close my legs. He looked me up and down with no expression except anger. I smiled. He told me that the cable man was here and maybe I should put some clothes on. I playfully told him no. He shrugged his shoulders and walked away, telling me that the person who called will be calling back soon.

Minutes later he tells me that the phone is for me. I drop my book and run naked across the pool area. I opened the screen door, only to find a man in the house, who is not my brother. He was on his knees wiring the TV in the kitchen. I totally do not flinch. He is shocked and apologizes for being there. I smile, wave hello and answer the phone. It’s Damon, the waiter that I met a week ago from my favorite sushi restaurant. I knew there was a problem by the sound of his voice. He wanted to “talk” and wanted to come over. As I stand naked and glistening with oil in front of this stranger, I really felt that this is a moment that all of these in home service guys dream of and gossip about afterwards. I hopped up and sat by bare ass on the cold counter top in the kitchen with my legs spread wide open. I was totally acting like a child, who was naive about her nudity. For those who really know me, they know how much I enjoy exhibitionism and I was getting off on letting a stranger look at me.

He tried not to look, actually he got up and went back into the living yozgat escort room to work there. “Oh well!” I thought. His loss. I decided not to stress about my brother. He was in the living room with the cable man and I couldn’t even remember what we were fighting over anyway. It was his house, so I need to stop acting like a brat. I grabbed a beer and headed back out to the pool. As I drank the beer, I wondered what the cable man was thinking. I wondered if I got him horny or if he was used to this. Of course I didn’t want him to jump me, but I was curious. Lately, I had been seriously contemplating stripping to make some extra cash, but I couldn’t take the pressure of having one of my fellow school mates walking in the club and seeing me. I couldn’t deal with the repercussions of being labeled a stripper when I want to be seen as a serious film maker. I already have to deal with people judging me because of my looks, so why bother? As these thoughts distract my brain from the text book.

My brother walks over again. This time, he’s with someone. It’s Damon. It’s so funny to me that no one even flinches at the fact that I am totally naked. My brother looks down at my pussy and I close my legs, mockingly. He smiles and walks away. I tell Damon to have a seat. He sits directly in front of me on the lounge chair. I raise my knees up and rest my arms on my knees, giving him a perfect view of my pussy and asshole. He starts telling me how much he has a crush on me and wished that I would call him. I told him that I didn’t even have his number and zonguldak escort that I have a boyfriend that he knows about too. “So why confuse things?” I asked. Before he could answer, I yelled out “What do you want from me?” I was deliberately being bitchy.

He quietly said. “I just want you.” I smiled, reached out my hands and laid back onto the lounge chair, pulling his head down in between my legs. I knew I could dominate him. I wasn’t thinking it was wrong at the time. I wasn’t thinking about anything except sex! So here is this guy eating me out in my brother’s backyard pool in the middle of the day. I LOVED IT!

As he ate me out, I realized that I needed some cock right away to get me off. I stood him up and slid off his jeans. His short, yet thick cock popped out, ready for action. I spread the towel out onto the ground and laid down. I skipped all of the foreplay and got right down to action. He got on top of me and I guided his cock into my hot and wet pussy. I way almost ready to cum, when he started moaning and after 10 or less strokes, he came. I felt him squirt a huge load inside of my pussy. “Tell me you didn’t…!” I yelled out.

“Sorry.” He said quietly. I rolled him off of me and shook my head with disgust. He said that he was thinking about me every night and that he was too hot for me. He stood up. His dick with still dripping with his cum.

Suddenly my brother walks over. I immediately push Damon into the pool and he falls in with a big splash. I’m not sure if my brother knew what just happened. I stood up and sat back into he chair. He told me that the cable man needs to go into my bedroom and if it was OK. I said “Sure go ahead.” Still, I could not get any reaction from him. He was a tough one to break. “This voyeuristic behavior is getting out of hand,” I thought to myself. Anyway, I forgave Damon, but we never had sex again.

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[Dear reader, this is the third of five chapters.]

Secret 3 — Mating Ritual (Lisa, Camille, and Gary dance.)

As soon as Gary hung up the phone he turned on the girls, “You two better hope you don’t get a call from either of your boyfriends!” Lisa and Camille turned silent and sat erect, looking at Gary. Then Lisa looked like she would explode and burst out laughing as Camille and Gary joined in. Gary went over to the girls and they high-fived each other as they began to calm down.

Gary got a little defensive, “Just because I’m laughing doesn’t mean I’m wrong. My girlfriend and I are going through a bumpy time right now. Her family doesn’t think I’m worthy of her because I don’t have the right education. And it seems like she’s beginning to believe them. So even though you two and I are friends, I don’t want to risk her knowing about my visit here.”

Lisa coughed out a laugh, “You think my boyfriend would be happy about your seeing my bare ass?”

With a sparkle in his eye Gary pretended to clear his throat, “Uh, Lisa, I don’t know how to tell you this but I saw more than just your butt.”

The girls looked at him wide-eyed until Lisa understood, “You could see my hot little juicy pussy too! Shit, my boyfriend would never understand that.”

“And my boyfriend would be angry that I was in the room with you two,” chimed in Camille.

Lisa’s hair spun out from her head as she whipped around to confront Camille, “Give me a break! A little peep at your underwear is nothing! We’ll have to work on that!”

Gary’s peacekeeper personality came to the rescue, “OK, we all want to keep our little party a secret. Lisa just has a little better reason than the rest of us. But let’s not spoil a good time. Come on Lisa, dance with me.”

“That’s a good idea,” Lisa said as she turned the stereo back on with one hand and finished off her drink with the other. Lisa and Gary fell into a similar style of dancing as the girls had done before. They only lightly touched hands and moved in circles with occasional pirouettes.

Lisa raked her fingertips across Gary’s torso on a turn as she directed a question to Camille, “What could your boyfriend be angry about?”

Camille was sitting on the couch eating chicken wings with her drink. “Well we’ve gotten a little more serious lately and he’s started pushing for more. I’m just about ready for that but I’m nervous since he’s in a college fraternity and he got me to agree that he could date other girls.” Camille seemed to come back to the present. “Whatever, I’m sure he wouldn’t like it that Gary’s here, especially if he knew it started with an obscene phone call.”

Lisa looked thoughtful as she continued dancing with Gary, “I think all three of us are at a kind of “crossroads” in our relationships. Gary’s girlfriend could pass on him because she and her family are snobs. Camille’s boyfriend might just be looking for her cherry before he moves on to hot “la-de-da” college girls. And I’m going to drop my boyfriend the next time he slaps me on my ass.”

Gary reaction was to quit dancing and Camille wore a shocked expression. Lisa explained, “I know I should have dropped him already. I seem to like a bad boy.”

Lisa backed up to Gary and grabbed his hands, placing them on her hips. Without speaking she went through the simulated motions of a ballerina leaping and Gary understood what she wanted. He lifted her as she “flew” through the air in time to the music. When she landed her back grazed along his front with her butt giving his dick a nice little jostle.

“Whew, that’s fun! Let’s do it again!” With the high ceiling allowing them plenty of room, Lisa leaped and Gary lifted several more times. By the last jump Lisa posed in the air with one arm and one leg extended away from the rest of her body. Each time she came to the ground Gary enjoyed her warm supple form brushing against him.

“Camille you’ll have to try this! But Gary, first would you please, please get us more food and drinks.”

Gary hustled to the kitchen. He enjoyed “fetching and toting” for the girls and they enjoyed the special treatment that went with his winning personality. He hurried to retrieve the pizza and the whole kırşehir escort pitcher of margarita mixture. But what was foremost on his mind was looking forward to placing his hands on Camille’s waist.

All three took a few gulps and Camille spoke up, “My turn.”

Gary and Camille continued the unorthodox but natural dancing. Gary led the way on the sensual touching by almost constantly keeping a light touch on her waist. Camille did not seem to object. She asked Lisa, “You asked me what I meant by a serious relationship. What do you consider serious?”

From the couch Lisa flung her partially eaten chicken wing into the kitchen toward the garbage can without hitting it. She ignored Camille’s discarded chicken bones stacked neatly right in front of her on a paper towel.

“Well let’s see. Kissing and necking is not serious. Feeling each other through clothes is not serious.” Gary and Camille began to chuckle at Lisa’s analytical definition as she continued, “I guess it’s starting to get serious when the guy’s bare hand makes it to the gal’s naked boob, without wrestling or trickery. But also both people have to agree not to go out with anyone else.”

Lisa appreciated the amused audience response from Gary and Camille. Lisa raised her glass adding, “Of course I consider it serious when the guy says he loves me as he’s grinding his hot fat dick into my pussy from behind!”

“WOW! I’m really getting to know you two girls!” Gary was shocked as he and Camille laughed heartily. Camille knew Lisa well enough that she wasn’t shocked. In fact it kind of turned Camille on to picture Lisa bent over writhing on the end of some guy’s dick.

They had never stopped dancing when Camille backed up to Gary ready to become airborne. He tightened his grip on Camille’s waist in order to lift her and enjoyed the feel of her trim middle against the flare of her hips. She didn’t really jump, which caused Gary to groan and barely get her off the ground.

“If you jump I can lift you more easily.”

Camille was clearly hesitant about jumping and being lifted. Lisa guzzled her drink as she watched Camille bend down without jumping. “Come on chicken, it’s fun!”

Camille gritted her teeth, “I’m not a chicken!” She protruded her ass backward in preparation for a good jump. Gary thought that having her butt nestled up against him was not such a bad thing even if she never got around to actually jumping. She made a weak attempt and Gary struggled again.

Lisa cackled, “Oh silly! Camille I dare you to jump as hard as you can. Gary won’t let you get hurt.”

Camille had almost gotten serious, “OK but you have to do something that scares you too.”

“Deal!”

Camille tensed up against Gary and jumped hard. She came very close to butting him under the chin but he reared his face back in time. Gary hurriedly lifted to continue her momentum upward until he had her perched high in the air with her arms and legs sprawled in frantic positions and her soft butt mashed against his mouth. He lowered her back to the ground stumbling slightly with her uncoordinated landing.

Camille took a hasty step forward gasping, “Damn that was exciting!” She quickly got back into position with her back to Gary and her hands gripping his wrists. “Again!”

After a few attempts Camille’s confidence grew so that she even attempted a posed jump like Lisa’s. Gary had gotten tired and was only vaguely aware of the sensual closeness between them.

Camille called over to Lisa with satisfaction, “Now it’s your turn to do something that scares you.”

Lisa approached Gary with her engaging grin, giving him a few directions. Gary and Lisa did a few more of the ballerina-style leaps. Then Lisa jumped to a horizontal position so that Gary caught her in his arms. At her direction he tossed her up and her body twisted around in the air until she faced Camille again, still horizontal in Gary’s arms. Gary was careful not to touch Lisa’s tits even though his fingers were close.

Camille objected, “That doesn’t count! It looked good but you weren’t scared.” Camille studied the position of Gary holding the beaming Lisa in his arms. An impish smile malatya escort formed on her face. “Gary, just grab her boob and I’ll call it even.”

Now it was Camille’s turn to openly grin. Lisa did not stiffen in his arms but she did not move either. Gary slowly extended the fingers of his hand that was supporting her torso. He gently cupped her soft warm breast and gave it a squeeze, twice.

Lisa jumped to the floor in mock anger at Camille, “Hey, that wasn’t the deal! Now you owe me again.” All three were smiling with expressions of heightened sensual exhilaration. “Gary, go grab Camille’s boob.”

Camille objected, “That wouldn’t be fair. You’re more experienced than I am and it isn’t that big a deal for you, while it is for me.”

Lisa seemed to accept that twisted reasoning. They stood together in the middle of the living room as Lisa thoughtfully came up with an idea for the two girls to even up their challenges. “How about if there’s no touching? You just have to show us something.”

Camille seemed willing to cooperate, “That might work, but I don’t want Gary to see anything my boyfriend hasn’t seen. And my boyfriend hasn’t seen anything. I’ve always had my clothes on.”

Lisa must have already anticipated this. “OK Camille, lift up your gown.” Camille stood with a shocked look on her face as Lisa continued, “We’ve already seen your underwear, but this time you have to give us a good look, especially Gary.”

“And we’ll be even?”

“Yes.”

Camille put on a pouting expression but it was clear from her grin and the glassy wide-eyed look that she was enjoying the sensual experience. She seized handfuls of her gown at thigh level and slowly raised the hem.

Gary was careful not to say anything that might change the mood in the room. Lisa slid down to her knees in front of Camille in order to get a good view, and Gary did the same. Lisa and Gary were shoulder to shoulder as Camille’s gown finally revealed the full extent of her long tanned legs. Then came the sharp contrast of her bright white panties in a v-shape at her vagina. Camille stopped raising her gown as the hem cleared her shapely hips.

Lisa seemed to study Camille almost as closely as Gary. Camille seemed to become a little self-conscious with her two friends kneeling close in front of her.

Without turning her head Lisa said, “Hey Gary, describe what you see.”

All three were still as Gary responded, “The first thing I notice is a beautiful little pussy. With her legs together like this her panties form the tiniest slit around the lips of her vagina.”

Gary turned to Lisa and they smiled, saying in unison, “Virgin.”

“Oh God!” Camille groaned. She moved her feet apart in embarrassment.

Gary continued, “Ooh, that’s even better. With Camille’s feet apart the material stretches some and I can see the shadow of her opening.” Camille giggled nervously at that, but managed to stay perfectly still. “I see a few small brown hairs at the leg openings, and that’s pretty exciting too.”

Gary’s eyes finally moved away from Camille’s vagina to the shape of her midsection. “She has a very nice waist that spreads out into great curvy hips.”

Camille spoke in a soft ashamed voice, “That’s because I’ve gotten fat.”

Gary looked up at Camille and he could tell she was serious. He decided to correct her. “Camille, I know that all of you women think you’re fat. But anyone that thinks that about you is just wrong. I consider myself an expert and I can promise you that there is something magically attractive about a small waist combined with larger shapely hips. And girl, you’ve got it!”

Clearly she had been insecure about her shape and Gary had boosted her confidence. Camille absolutely beamed at the complement and shook her hips from side to side just for show. With an appreciative smile she continued to raise her gown up to expose her trim middle and even her bra-covered breasts.

Gary raised his hands as if to touch her hips.

“No touching!” both girls said at the same time. They giggled as Gary flinched back.

Gary continued his narration, “Camille’s legs have nice curves to them and her stomach niğde escort is trim enough to see the outline of some muscles. And oh what a cute little belly button! From what I can see of her breasts they look delicious. I love the way they move up and down as she breathes. Camille has great hair, especially when looking down at me as I view up past her pussy and boobs.”

Gary slowly leaned as far forward as he could without tipping forward. He spread his hands out from his sides to show Camille that he was not going to touch, just get close. Camille and Gary continued to smile at each other as he erotically brought his face extremely close to her panty-covered vagina. Camille not only did not object she teasingly protruded her hips forward which accentuated her hip bones and pubic bone. Gary could detect the slight natural perfume of Camille’s vagina. And she could feel his warm breath on her tender thighs. They were both flushed and had shallow breathing.

Camille and Gary had lost awareness of Lisa. Camille felt a small hand grasp her ankle. She tore her eyes away from Gary to see an impish Lisa firmly holding her ankle and grinning at her. Then with the other hand Lisa quickly grabbed the back of Gary’s head and shoved his face into Camille’s crotch.

“OH SHIT!” Camille squealed as she tried to back away but since she couldn’t move her foot she stumbled and fell on her fanny. Gary tried to catch himself but got tangled in Camille’s thrashing legs. He fell face-first into Camille’s groin.

Gary and Camille scrambled up immediately, showing irritation with a jubilant Lisa. Gary apologized to Camille but she focused her fury toward Lisa, “Lisa I’ve never even let my boyfriend touch me that way! Now I really have betrayed his trust without meaning to.”

“Oh give me a break. It wasn’t your fault so you still haven’t really done anything wrong. But you and I know you were having fun being sexy for Gary.”

“I wasn’t having fun! We were just evening up a challenge. Right Gary?”

Gary sheepishly looked between Lisa and Camille, “Uh, to tell the truth I was having fun.”

Camille looked accusingly at Gary then turned to Lisa, “You need to do something embarrassing to make up for this.”

Lisa handed them drinks. “OK. But Gary, I think you’ve been getting off easy.”

Camille sat down and sipped pensively, “Yeah! How did that happen? We’re the ones that made the obscene phone call, and he came over uninvited. He should be doing stuff for us.”

Lisa joined her on the couch, “He got to see my bare ass and a rear-view peak at my pussy. He got a real good look at you in undies, and I know he enjoyed burying his face in your panties.” Gary was standing in front of the girls looking worried. The girls sipped their drinks as they sat on the couch thinking. Finally Lisa said, “I think he should strip.”

Gary put up an objection, “Damn! That would be embarrassing! I don’t know if I can agree to just stand here and strip.”

Camille chimed in, “Yeah Lisa, that’s pretty drastic.”

Lisa turned to her friend, “Have you ever seen a man’s dick before?”

Camille colored, “Well sure….in pictures. OK, I know that doesn’t really count. But at least I could sort of feel my boyfriend’s penis through his jeans when we hugged.”

Lisa simply responded, “I want to see Gary naked. He owes us.”

Gary realized he wasn’t a part of the conversation. He didn’t really mind exposing himself especially since the girls seemed interested. But he was concerned about where this was all headed.

Camille’s expression brightened, “How about if he does a strip tease kind of dance? He doesn’t have to get totally naked.”

Lisa liked that, “Yeah. If we have to explain ourselves we can always claim we went to a club and it won’t be as much of a lie. Gary, you could even say you participated in amateur night.” Lisa thought for a couple of seconds and added, “But Gary, I still want you to get naked.”

The girls were sitting erect on the couch looking for his reaction. Gary smiled, “Well OK. But let’s promise to keep our mouths shut about this.”

Lisa clapped her hands, “Deal!”

Camille was less enthusiastic, “I’ll agree to this, but I think it may be going too far.”

Lisa hurried over to the music system to get it started before anyone changed their mind. Then she joined Camille on the couch where they sat on the edge of their seats for the show. Camille may have thought it was a bad idea, but she plainly intended to watch.

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Saleena ran a brush through her rich black hair and looked at herself in the mirror of her dressing table. She was about to go to El Ricky’s to audition for a job as a nude dancer. She loved to dance and Miguel loved to see her naked, so she figured it was a natural. She looked at the picture of Miguel she had taped to the mirror. He was small, only 5’6″ and 125 lbs. and he looked so young, except for the tattoos you might think he was twelve.

But she knew he wasn’t twelve. She laughed to herself…”Twelve inches, maybe…”

She needed money and her friend Maira had told her that she could make a lot dancing.

She sprayed some perfume Miguel had brought from TJ for her directly on to her skin. Then she grabbed a very short jeans skirt and slipped it over her slender waist. At last she decided to wear a black half cup push up bra Maira had lent to her. She liked the way her bare nipples peeked over the edge of the cups. She covered it with a burgundy colored tank top and slipped her toes into a pair of high heel sandals. She kissed her finger and tapped it to the little gold M that was part of the anklet she always wore. She hoped that the pearlescent pink enamel she had just painted on to her toe nails wouldn’t be damaged. Then she realized she didn’t have on panties.

“Shit, bitch!” She said, out loud. “What are you fucking thinking?” She slipped on a lacy black g-string and made sure it covered her freshly shaved gash. She slipped her fingers between the tender lips and realized she was already damp. She looked at herself in the mirror and raised her eyebrows. “You’re one hot little bitch…just like Miguel says.”

Maira honked the horn impatiently at the curb. “Fuck…I hope you know what you’re doing.” Saleena said to the image in the mirror. Then she headed to her date with El Ricky himself.

“You look hot, bitch!” Maira said as she saw Saleena. “El Ricky’s going to looove you!”

Salena broke a nervous smile and stared straight out the front window. She saw Javier looking at her but she didn’t want to get into it with her older brother.

They had 45 minutes to talk before her appointment. Maira drove to an old vacant professional building and parked under some trees.

“So what’s Miguel going to say?”

“I don’t know, he’s always talking about me being a stripper and doing bachelor parties and shit, I think he’ll be okay with it.” Saleena watched a stray dog sleeping by a fire hydrant. The paint on the hydrant was faded and stained with the urine of a thousand dogs and drunks. Flies circled around the dog and his tail was in constant motion.

“Three years is a long time mija, he could get his ass killed in the joint, you know. And all ‘cus he and Quiqui had to steal that Camero. Shit! What a couple of pendejos! It would serve him right if he got his ass kicked a few times, maybe it would kick some senses into him.” Maira was always so optimistic about things, Saleena thought.

“And what about Javier? He’s going to be so pissed off when he hears.”

“Yeah, padre Javier…while he’s out saving the youth his little sister’s out corrupting it.” Saleena sneered at the irony. “Fuck him! He went to college, he got his degree and now he’s working in this fucking barrio on some shitty internshit, for nothing. We’re just about fucking starving and I’m working for minimum wage at Rueben’s market to keep the fucking power on so he can use his computer…fuck him!”

Maira lit ordu escort yet another cigarette. The acrid smoke stung Saleena’s eyes as the cloud was drawn out her side of the car.

“Did I tell you the other night when I was dancing Mr. Juevas came in the club?”

“No…he did?”

“Yeah, I was on deck and when I saw him I was so shocked I almost peed myself. He didn’t see me and he took a private dance with that new girl, Blanca. I was dancing on stage when they came back from the back room and he sat down right in front of me. He had a wet spot on this pants from where Blance rubbed herself off on his cock…she is such a whore…when he recognized me he like got up so fast you think he saw a ghost. He almost knocked a guy down he was trying so hard to get out of there. Fuck, that was funny shit.”

Saleena hadn’t thought about seeing people she knew. She had always thougth the audience would be just a sea of strangers. She wondered if she could handle it if a teacher or someone who knew her or her brother or her parents came in while she ws naked on stage. What would she do if Mr. Becker, her senior math teacher came in and wanted a private VIP dance? Fuck! What if her own father ever came in, or an uncle? She closed her eyes and tried to put those unpleasant thoughts out of her mind. A few minutes later she heard Maira start the car.

Minutes later she nervously reached for the handle of the front door at El Ricky’s. The exterior of the club was sort of seedy looking. There was some trash in the parking lot, cigarette butts and a couple of condom wrappers. The paint was peeling off the building in some places and there was the inevitable “tagging” on the flat surfaces. “Los Vatadores” seemed to have a monopoly on metallic silver and Chinese red spray paint. She carefully stepped over what looked like a puddle of dried barf or spilled Lucky Charms. She heard the low rumble of Maira’s old Chevy as it drove away.

It was as dark as a moonless night inside, only a few lights marked the aisle down to the platform that served as a stage. A magenta gelled flood light illuminated the area. A 40 year old man wearing a scarlet silk shirt, gray slacks and Italian shoes and smoking a cigar was sitting on the edge of the stage. His black hair was shiny and spiked in the current style. She could see a thin gold chain around his neck.

“Mira, mira, mira.” He murmured as she swayed her hips down the aisle. “Que queres?” he asked. Knowing full well what she wanted. She wanted a job, just like all the other 18 year old hotties that came in that door in the afternoon.

“Mr. Ricky, please?” She answered in English.

“Hablas espanol, chica?”

“Sorry, no.” She almost whispered. Her voice was low and husky. Ricky liked that.

“Mr. Ricky don’t like no uppity coconuts that don’t espeeka da spinish” he mocked.

“Oh, okay.” She felt her confidence more than shaken, actually crumbling like the giant stones of some ancient Aztec temple. “Sorry.” She hesitated, not knowing what to do, then she turned to leave.

“But that’s okay, Fuck Mr. Ricky! I like you.” He laughed.

“Biale!” Suddenly the lights on the stage came up and Aerosmith’s “Walk This Way” came on the sound system. He guided her to the steps leading to the dance surface.

This wasn’t her kind of music but she soon got the beat and began moving around the stage, smiling as though the room was packed with osmaniye escort lusty guys holding wads of money.

“Show me your chi chis baby! I want to see those pretty titties!”

She took a few more steps and slowly lifted her tank top to reveal her bra.

“Come on baby! Show me those nipples!”

She thought about Miguel in his cell up at Folsom, he loved her nipples. She held her arm across her breasts and used her other hand to unhook the clasp. She coverer her tits with her hands as the bra fell to the floor. After just a few more steps, she moved her hands down the mounds so that she was cupping them seductively and playing with the nipples. Her tits weren’t big, but beautifully shaped and firm and young.

“Okay, okay, good so far…now show me your ass, lose the skirt.” The man instructed.

Saleena thought again about Miguel and how he liked her to undress so slow and sexy. She unbuttoned the waist and slowly inched the zipper down the fly. When the garment was loose enough, she turned her back to the audience and let the skirt drop. Her butt was very nice, like the “club” in a deck of cards it was rounded and firm. The man rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. Saleena slowly bent at the waist and spread her feet apart as she swayed her ass at him. She flexed the muscles of her legs and ass and made a slight pumping motion with her hips. She didn’t know why, but she spakned her own butt with a loud smack.

“Nice ass!” he said.

She slowly stood, still playing with her nipples and rubbing her tits. She felt very hot and sexy as she swayed her hips and slowly turned toward him. She teasingly tugged at the waist band of her g-string, moving it up and down her hip. Suddenly it was on the floor as the two miniature clasps released at the same time. She covered her pussy with her hands and stopped dancing for a second. Then she began moving her feet again and teasingly revealed the ¼ inch strip of hair leading to the cleft of her sweet young pussy. She wondered if he could see the dew between the petals.

“Muy bueno, muy bueno, chica!” The man said. Suddenly he was standing next to her and his hand was on the small of her back. xIt didn’t take long for her to notice that his hand had dropped to a point were he was cupping her ass.

She could feel his breath on her neck as he brushed her hair back. She could smell the rich aroma of his cigar as he spoke. I reminded her of Miguel when he came to her after some small heist or a victory of some unspoken sort.

“So you want a job…okay.” He said as he moved his other hand and touched her pussy. He slipped a finger into the now very damp slit. “You can dance, for sure, but can you suck? Can you fuck?”

Saleena was truly stunned. Maira had not said anything about sucking and fucking.

“I’m not a whore.” She said. Thinking of Javier and what he would say.

“Sure you are bitch! All women are whores! Your mother is a whore, your sister is a whore, my mother is a whore, my wife is a whore, my sister is a whore, my 14 year old daughter will be a whore…all women are whores! Men are whores too. Everyone sells what they’ve got for something.” He paused to let it sink in. “So do you suck and fuck or not? You want this job or not? You’re not a virgin are you?” His finger was still working her slit and now it was just touching her clitoris.

She brushed his hand away, but not forcefully. sinop escort She realized that her juices were flowing and her nipples were erect. She heard his zipper as he lowered it.

“Bend over the stage, I gotta fuck you.” She felt him pushing her shoulder. It didn’t take much force to have her bent over the stage. She felt his cock slip into the steaming hot folds of her pussy. His cock was big. Bigger than Miguel’s. In just a few strokes he was buried all the way in and sawing in and out. He fucked her hard for several minutes and she soon found herself matching his rhythm. She wished she was facing him so she could hold on with her legs. His hands were on her hips, helping her to keep pace and massaging his dick with the needing motion as he fucked her.

“Yeah, this is good bitch…you’re a good fucking little bitch, your cunt is so hot and tight…you love fucking don’t you?”

“Yeah, I love fucking.” Saleena said through clinched teeth.

“That’s it baby, tell me you love fucking and sucking and you’re a fucking sucking whore.”

“I love fucking and sucking…and I’m a fucking, sucking whore.” She grunted. And she was beginning to believe it.

“Okay bitch, I’m getting ready to jizz you. You want it in the cunt or in the mouth?” Suddenly he had no choice. His joy juice erupted and he nearly dropped to his knees with the blast. “oh, oh, oh…next time…next time…next time in the mouth.” He said.

“Okay.” Saleena heard herself say. She thought about the first time Miguel had fucked her. She hadn’t been a virgin but he was the first man to do her, now this guy was the second and he was way better than Miguel. She heard him zipping his pants up again.

A flash of light announced that another person had entered through the front door.

“Okay, you start on Friday at 8:00 sharp. Now get your shit and get the fuck out of here.” He patted her ass as he sat back down on the stage. “So what’s your name?” He wrote it on a piece of paper and then he handed her a manila file.

She gathered her clothes and pulled on the skirt and tank top offstage. Only then did she realize that the clasps on the g-string had actually broken. She could feel his cum as it oozed out of her pussy and trickled down her legs.

Saleena looked around for a minute, trying to figure out how to clean up. She used the panties to wipe off as much scum as she could. She tossed them on to one of the chairs in the back of the club as she exited. She could hear the man talking to the next girl. Saleena thought the girl looked old and hard. Her hair was bleached a strange shade of orange that looked comically wrong with her dark complexion. Her body was full and slightly on the plump side. Her tits were massive. Her lips were large and painted black. The heavy looking platform shoes looked to be too big for her knobby feet. She wore a very tight light blue short skirt and a white sleeveless blouse. On her right shoulder Saleena noticed a tattoo that said “Jesus”. Saleena couldn’t understand the conversation, it was in Spanish. She heard “Walk This Way” start up on the sound system as she reached the door.

After her eyes adjusted to the bright afternoon light, she realized she was shaking. She looked at her hands and noticed almost for the first time the folder the man had given her. It had a few pages of typed stuff about rules and calling off sick and tips and pay and a glossy picture of the man who had just fucked her. It was signed: “Bienvenidos, Ricky”

Maira drove up a few minutes later. She looked at her friend as Saleena got into the car. Saleena tossed the borrowed bra on to the seat between them. The shiny slime on her legs caught Maira’s eye.

“Oh my God…you fucking got the job!”

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Ever since I reached the age of 18 and started College, I began to think about every person I met as a sexual object. Right from the principal to the student sitting next to me. I used to look at their women’s chests, breathing under their, often, skimpy tops and the men’s bulges under their trousers. I used to wonder what they were really like, what their skin looked like, what colour were their nipples? how big were their dicks? Everyone I saw came under scrutiny, how did they fuck? Have they ever fucked? It came as a surprise to me that quite a lot of the 20 year old students ahead of me have never been fucked! Still virgins!

I began to realise that I was the odd one out, I felt quite superior though. I had my first sexual encounter when I was just 14 and it had progressed from there. I started to have students come to me for their sexual advice, I used to ask them all manner of questions.. quite unnecessary ones but I wanted to know all about their sex. How they acted what noises they made. I quickly became the college sex counsellor. I had found a suitable sordid little hole in the playing fields, just behind the trees at the end of the field there was a small opening, you couldn’t see in to but you could see out. I used to sit there with my mobile and my appointment book. Between lectures I was packed full of appointments.

After a couple of months I even had lecturers book in. It excited me being told all about the sexual exploits of everyone else. It didn’t seem to matter to me that I had no boyfriend of own, I got my sexual satisfaction from my work.

I was getting paid about £10 per session in the beginning and after 9 months I moved the tokat escort price up to £20. I spent my time talking about sex, and it really turned me on. There were some shy people who asked me to hide while they talked to me, they were the best, I would hide behind a tree and finger myself, While they were talking. They are the best orgasms I had ever had…That was until I was asked to watch a couple fuck, right in front of my eyes! They wanted me to tell them what I thought of their technique! I gladly agreed. Soon every other couple was fucking on the floor and I would stand up and watch them from all angles.

One October, there was one couple, who wanted to fuck, so they started, I began walking around the looking from all directions when she asked my if this turned me on. I slowly thought about my answer then whispered “yes.” this seemed to excite her. He then turned around ( still thrusting in her) looked right into my eyes and said, “touch yourself if you want, I want to see how excited you are.” I wasn’t sure, I hadn’t shown any clients how excited they made me.

I moved my arm up to my heaving chest, I had my book to take notes on the couple, I partially hid my ever hardening nipples and slowly rubbed the end of my biro against them. By this time I was getting really wet, I felt like my jeans must have a wet patch at the front! The couple rolled over, she was on top, and leaning forward so he could bite her chilled tits. She had her arse facing me and was lent over so far I could watch his shaft gliding in and out and her arsehole was widely exposed to me. I was getting hot, I slumped down against a thick tree trunk, yozgat escort with my legs pulled up to my chest so I could see the side view of them, my legs fell apart, and I could feel the cool breeze waft through where my obvious wet patch was rapidly forming.

He looked over and reached out to touch me, I pulled away, if anyone was going to get me off it would be me. She turned her head to face me as well and all of a sudden I felt like the performer. I didn’t want to disappoint and I was getting uncontrollably horny by this point. I began to rub my breasts, this was not having the desired effect so I began to unbutton my crisp white shirt. They turned around to look at me now, she was on all fours looking directly at me, and he drew himself up behind her. She gave a sharp gasp, I was sure he had forced his cock into her tight arsehole, she winced once more then began to let herself go and smiled at me. They both had their eyeballs focused in every move I made and I had full view of her breasts swinging in all their glory. They were a magnificent sight. So full and plump.

By this time I had undone my shirt and had slid my hefty left breast out of my stretched bra. I was tweaking my nipple as much as it could take. I was watching her tits moving and his hands gradually moving over her back and reaching for one of them. His face was becoming strained and I could tell he was getting close to coming so I undid the button and zip at the front of my jeans and shoved my hands down between my thighs. I was so wet I could barely stay near my clit! They were watching intently as I toyed with my nipples and greedily fingered myself, zonguldak escort just as I was getting the first waves of my cum, they both exploded and moaned in unison. I couldn’t stop my tidal wave and groaned with them. Just as I unscrewed my eyes I saw them panting and the cum dripping out of her ass. She turned around so her arsehole was facing me again, and demanded I licked up their cum from her skin. I gladly agreed, I was so aroused I couldn’t say no!

As my tongue made contact with their sweet sex he pushed his hands into my bra and heaved out my other ample breast and began to tamper with me, I was almost cuming right there! I had finished licking her so I turned her over and played with her tits. They were as perfect as they looked when they were swaying like pendulums in front of me. She slipped her delicate fingers down my trousers and whispered ” So, you are as wet as you looked, I could see your juices before you touched yourself.” This sent me over the edge. I was bucking on top of her hand. I was starting to feel a knocking sensation on my side, I looked over and he was wanking onto me. As I turned around, ready to cum again she had put her other hand down to her cunt and was furiously rubbing away. I went back to her breasts, and within a few seconds we had all cum with massive panting as I felt the warm wet spurt trickle down my side I sighed and leaned back against the tree.

We sat for a few minutes and recovered from the excitement, then he turned to me as if nothing had happened and asked what I thought and my opinion on their technique. I couldn’t believe it, he thought there was something wrong with that! I told him that I what I had witnessed and taken part in was perfect and suggested that they bring in a third party to enhance their fucking. They took my suggestion and called me to rearrange, in a more comfortable environment, how could I resist?

I now see them regularly, and my orgasms have never been so good!

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