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Noah

Manche Menschen haben diesen Blick.

Intensiv. Durchdringend. Gefährlich.

Du bist so ein Mensch.

Ich muss dich nicht sehen um zu wissen, dass du im Raum bist. Ich kann es fühlen.

Mein Körper ist wie auf Autopilot und reagiert bevor mein Gehirn überhaupt die Chance hat zu begreifen, was gerade mit ihm passiert.

Eine Gänsehaut bahnt sich den Weg über meinen Rücken, Wirbel für Wirbel, fast so als würden deine Fingerspitzen über meine Haut gleiten und die kleinen Härchen dazu provozieren, sich erwartungsvoll aufzurichten. Nur brauchst du dafür lediglich deine Augen.

Mein Brustkorb zieht sich zusammen und meine Lunge verweigert kurzzeitig ihren Dienst.

Eine Hitzewelle erfasst mich, bricht sich über meinem Kopf und zentriert sich schließlich mit voller Wucht zwischen meinen Beinen. Shit.

Ich presse meine Oberschenkel zusammen und versuche tief durchzuatmen. Mit zittrigen Fingern greife ich nach meiner Flasche – ein verzweifelter Versuch meine angespannten Nerven mit einem großen Schluck zu beruhigen. Die kühle Flüssigkeit ist allerdings wortwörtlich nur ein Tropfen auf dem heißen Stein.

„Alles okay mit dir?”

Durch den dichten Nebel aus Alkohol, Adrenalin und Erregung dringt Emmas Stimme zu mir durch und ich schaue sie für einen kurzen Moment verständnislos an. „Hm?”

„Ob alles okay ist wollte ich wissen? Du bist auf einmal so komisch…,” Emma mustert mich eingehend und zieht fragend eine Augenbraue hoch. Ich war noch nie so dankbar für gedämpftes Licht wie in diesem Moment.

„Klar!” erwidere ich also schnell und hoffe, es klingt in Emmas Ohren nicht genau so hoch und etwas zu gehetzt wie in meinen eigenen. Ich räuspere mich verlegen, antworte noch einmal betont lässig und verabschiede mich mit einem entschuldigenden Lächeln kurz auf die Toilette.

Ich muss hier raus, und zwar schnell!

Ich bahne mir meinen Weg durch eine verschwimmende Masse aus tanzenden Körpern und lachenden Gesichtern und spüre deine bohrenden Blicke in meinem Nacken wie Nadelstiche. Eine Schweißperle löst sich aus meinem Haaransatz und rinnt meine Schläfe hinab, quälend langsam, genau so wie mein Tempo durch die wabernde Menge der rettenden Tür entgegen. Jetzt, endlich!

Ich stolpere ins Badezimmer und ignoriere die zwei kichernden Blondinen die mir bei meinem nicht ganz so eleganten Eintreten irritierte Blicke zuwerfen um mich schließlich mit dem dumpfen Dröhnen der Musik und meinem eigenen noch viel dröhnenderen Herzschlag in meinen Ohren zurückzulassen.

Seufzend lehne ich meine Stirn gegen die kalten Fliesen escort çekmeköy und versuche meinen rasenden Puls unter Kontrolle zu bringen.

Was zum Teufel stimmt nicht mit mir?

Ich schließe meine Augen und atme tief ein und wieder aus. Ein. Aus. Ein. Aus.

Warum hast du so eine Wirkung auf mich?!

Doch ich komme gar nicht dazu in eine Tirade aus Selbsthass zu verfallen weil sich in diesem Moment die Badezimmertür öffnet und sich erneut jedes einzelne Härchen auf meiner Haut kerzengerade aufstellt. Oh Gott, nein, bitte, bitte nicht!

Ich kneife meine Augen zusammen und versuche mich weiterhin auf eine gleichmäßige Atmung zu konzentrieren und ein frustriertes Stöhnen zu unterdrücken.

Ich schwitze. Mir ist so heiß, dass ich das Gefühl habe in Flammen zu stehen.

Ich spüre deine Augen in meinem Nacken, auf meinem Rücken, meinem Hintern. Das reicht!

„Das ist das Frauenklo,” presse ich zwischen zusammengebissenen Zähnen hervor.

“Dann sind wir hier wohl beide falsch…”

Ich öffne meine Augen und drehe wie in Zeitlupe meinen Kopf, um dich über meine Schulter hinweg anzusehen. Sehr dumme Idee, wie ich im nächsten Moment feststelle, denn deine Lippen umspielt ein selbstgefälliges Grinsen, welches mich auf noch dümmere Ideen bringt, die ich allerdings resolut in die hinterste, dunkelste Ecke meines Hirns verbanne.

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Ich sitze am Küchentisch und stütze meinen bleischweren Kopf mit meiner Hand.

Als Anna sich streckt um nach dem nächsten Luftballon zu greifen fällt das Licht der Deckenlampe auf mein Gesicht und ein stechender Schmerz durchzuckt meinen Schädel. Ich stöhne schmerzerfüllt auf, verschränke die Arme auf dem Holz der Tischplatte und versuche, so viel wie möglich von meinem Kopf darin zu vergraben. Gott, ist mir schlecht!

Ein Klirren neben meinem rechten Ohr und ein schroffes „Trink das!” lässt darauf schließen, dass meine Schwägerin mir ein Glas Wasser und eine Aspirin bereitgestellt hat. Ohne meinen Kopf zu heben taste ich nach der kleinen Tablette, finde sie und schiebe sie zwischen meine Lippen.

„Hey, das sind meine Smarties!” ruft meine Nichte empört und wirft mir beleidigt einen angesabberten Luftballon gegen die Stirn.

Ich versuche zu antworten, bringe allerdings nicht viel mehr als ein Grunzen über meine Lippen und mobilisiere all meine noch vorhandene Kraft um meinen Kopf leicht anzuheben und zwischen den vielen bunten Smarties schließlich das weiße, sehr dringend benötigte Schmerzmittel zu finden. istanbul eskort

„Gott Noah, wie viel hast du denn getrunken gestern?”

Marie lässt sich mir gegenüber auf einen Stuhl fallen und greift nun ebenfalls nach einem Luftballon. Während sie diesen in Rekordtempo aufzupusten beginnt, funkelt sie mich wütend über dessen Rand hinweg an.

Ich versuche mich an den gestrigen Abend zu erinnern und wühle angestrengt in meinem Gedächtnis.

Bilder von Emma und mir an der Bar durchbrechen den diffusen Alkoholnebel, von Bier und diversen Tequila Shots, von… Ich erstarre und schnappe nach Luft. Jegliche Farbe rinnt aus meinem Gesicht und ein kalter Schauer bahnt sich den Weg über meinen Rücken. Oh. Mein. Gott.

Bilder von dir. Von durchdringenden Augen auf meinem Körper, von heißem Atem direkt an meinem Ohr, von Lippen an meiner Schläfe…

Ich höre einen seltsamen Laut, eine Mischung aus Gurgeln, Zischen und Quieken und stelle entsetzt fest, dass dieser wohl aus meinem eigenen Mund gekommen zu sein scheint, denn sowohl meine Schwägerin als auch Anna schauen mich aus großen Augen an.

„Ich muss…,” beginne ich hektisch, löse meine verkrampfte Hand von der Tischkante an die ich mich unbemerkt geklammert hatte als hinge mein Leben davon ab, und versuche aufzustehen. Dabei fege ich mit meiner unverkrampften Hand die Dose mit den Schokolinsen vom Tisch weil mein Schädel sich erneut anfühlt, als würde er durch Thors Hammer gespalten. Ich stolpere in Richtung Badezimmer und höre noch wie meine Schwägerin mir ein ungehaltenes „Wehe du kotzt NEBEN das Klo!” hinterherbrüllt, bevor ich wimmernd vor der Keramikschüssel wie ein umgefallener Sack Kartoffeln zu Boden gehe.

„Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein…” Ich schüttele immer wieder meinen Kopf und versuche die Erinnerung an dich, deine Augen, deine Lippen und dieses ekelhafte, dreckige, selbstgefällige Grinsen zu zertrampeln wie ein sterbendes Lagerfeuer, aber es ist zu spät:

Ich bin so verkatert, dass mir jeden Moment der Tequila der letzten Nacht ein feuchtfröhliches „Guten Morgen!” durch den Schädel röhrt und gleichzeitig baue ich in meiner Pyjamahose ein Zelt.

ARGH!

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Zwanzig Minuten, eine kalte Dusche und eine weitere Aspirin später schlurfe ich zurück in die Küche, kratze mich verlegen am Kopf und werfe Marie, die mittlerweile über Annas Geburtstagstorte gebeugt ist, ein schiefes Grinsen zu. Diese ist allerdings very not amused und scheint mich über Buttercreme und Zuckerperlen hinweg mit ihren Blicken töten zu wollen. escort içerenköy

Zum Glück klingelt es in diesem Moment an der Tür und mir bleibt ein qualvoller Tod durch vorwurfsvolles Niederstarren erspart: Meine Schwägerin verlässt ohne mich auch nur eines weiteren Blickes zu würdigen die Küche.

Mit einem frustrierten Seufzen lasse ich mich auf einen Küchenstuhl fallen und ziehe nach einem abwägenden Blick zum Kühlschrank die Schüssel mit der Buttercreme zu mir herüber um dem Erstechungstod durch Marie durch den Konsum eines Konterbiers entgegenzuwirken. Ich war dem Tod ja gerade erst von der Schippe gesprungen, man musste sein Glück ja nicht überstrapazieren! Dann doch eher die volle Zuckerdröhnung.

Ich schiebe mir gerade den zweiten Löffel voll klebriger Creme in den Mund als ein verärgertes Räuspern ertönt.

„Waf denn?” nuschle ich mit vollem Mund, werfe einen Blick über meine Schulter in Richtung Tür und bekomme einen Hustenanfall par excellence. Ich fühle mich erschreckend so als hätte ich ein Déjà-vu, denn wieder huste ich mir die Seele aus dem Leib während in meinem Kopf unablässig ein „Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein!” ertönt.

Marie ist in der Zwischenzeit zu mir herübergeeilt und klopft mir, etwas ZU fest, auf den Rücken.

„Das kommt davon, du Depp! Die Creme ist für Annas Torte und nicht für deinen Kater, also Finger weg!”

Meine Augen tränen und ich schnappe japsend nach Luft. Allerdings ist das harmlos im Vergleich zu dem, was sich sonst noch in meinem Körper abspielt. Und auch jetzt fühle ich mich wie in einem Déjà-vu, als ich erneut wie in Zeitlupe meinen Kopf drehe um dich über meine Schulter hinweg anzusehen.

Und wieder dieses selbstgefällige Grinsen. GNAH!

Ich beiße meine Zähne so fest zusammen, dass mein Kiefer sich mit stechendem Schmerz zu Wort meldet und schaue erwartungsvoll zurück zu Marie, die die restlichen Luftballons einsammelt die noch über den ganzen Küchentisch verteilt liegen.

„Nic hilft bei der Dekoration der Torte,” beginnt sie und wendet sich zum Gehen. „Pass auf, dass er nicht noch mehr Creme klaut,” fügt sie hinzu und boxt dir kurz mit der Faust gegen den Oberarm.

In meinem Kopf schrillen sämtliche Alarmglocken. Hektisch schiebe ich meinen Stuhl zurück und springe auf. „Und was machst du?”

„Ich hänge mit Anna im Wohnzimmer die Luftballons auf,” erwidert meine Schwägerin und schaut mich mit hochgezogenen Augenbrauen an.

„Aber das kann ich doch machen!” Ich laufe ihr entgegen um die Luftballons an mich zu nehmen, merke dann allerdings dass das bedeuten würde, dir ziemlich nah zu kommen und bleibe ruckartig in der Mitte des Raumes stehen. Shit shit shit!

Marie schnaubt verächtlich. „Na klar. Als würde ich dich verkatert auf der Leiter rumturnen lassen. Genau.” Sie wirft mir einen letzten irritierten Blick zu, bevor sie endgültig die Küche ver- und mich mit dir allein lässt. FUCK!

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Im Inneren empfängt Marc gedämpftes, indirektes Licht und im Hintergrund läuft irgendein lasziver Bar – Jazz. Augenblicklich ist er von der neuen Umgebung und vor allen Dingen wieder durch ihn erregt. Bernd führt ihn zu einer kleinen Theke im Wohnzimmer. Die Terrassentüren stehen weit offen und geben den Blick auf einen beleuchteten Swimmingpool frei. Auf der Theke warten bereits 2 Weizen auf sie.

„Ich dachte wir machen mit dem weiter, mit dem wir vorhin angefangen haben!”

„Nichts dagegen!”

Marc ging zur Theke und will sich ein Bier nehmen.

„Nimm das andere, das ist für mich, alkoholfrei!”

Irritiert schaute er auf Bernd.

„Nur für den Fall, dass Du nach Hause willst!”

„Ich habe mich für heute Nacht abgemeldet, ich habe….”

Schnell legt er ihm seinen Finger auf den Mund:

„Das brauche ich gar nicht zu wissen!”

Marc nickte stumm und sie stoßen miteinander an. Bernd lehnt sich mit seinen Unterarmen auf die Bar und seine goldenen Armkettchen rasseln. Dann winkelte er ein Bein an und so klafft der Saum seines Kimonos etwas auf. Er streicht sich über die Brust, auf der ebenfalls eine goldene Kette ruht. Er ist sich seiner Wirkung auf seinen jungen Gast absolut sicher und genießt das kleine Katz & Maus Spiel. Marc wird zusehends heißer und er nimmt einen kräftigen Schluck aus seinem Bierglas. Bernd, sich seiner Wirkung nun noch sicherer, ging einen Schritt auf ihn zu:

„Komm mach es Dir auch ein wenig bequemer?” und ohne eine Antwort abzuwarten, knöpfte er sein Hemd auf. Er zog das Hemd aus der Hose und streichelte über seine Brust.

„Danke für die geilen Momente vorhin unter der Dusche. Vielleicht kann ich mich jetzt mal dafür revanchieren?”

„Das brauchst Du nicht!”

„Und wenn ich aber möchte?”

Und schön knöpft er ihm auch die Hose auf, die umgehend an seinen Knöcheln hing und streichelte ihm über seine Boxer Shorts in der sich umgehend ein Zelt aufstellte. Marc röchelte vor Erregung und als Bernd ihm noch am Ohrläppchen knabbert und sich dabei seinen Kimono auszieht unter dem er absolut nackt ist, drängt sich auch sein Schwanz durch den Schlitz der Boxer Shorts. Bernd beugt sich nach unten und zieht die Shorts runter und will sich Marcs jugendlichen Schwanz einverleiben, doch Marc ist das schon wieder alles viel zu geil und spritzt ab noch bevor Bernd ihn in den Mund nehmen kann und entlädt sich auf Bernds Brust.

„Uih, mein lieber Scholli, Du hast ja einen Druck, wenn das so schnell bei Dir geht, aber Gott sei Dank seid Ihr jungen Burschen ja in ner halben escort acıbadem Stunde wieder einsatzfähig.”

„Entschuldigung!”

„Ach Quatsch, jetzt hör aber auf, ich fühle mich doch geschmeichelt, dass ich in meinem Alter einen jungen Kerl noch so heiß machen kann.”

„Jetzt hör aber Du auf!” platzt es nun wahrheitsgemäß aus ihm heraus. Bernd lächelt geschmeichelt:

„Ja?”

„Du bist doch ein absolut heißer Kerl! Wenn ich ehrlich sein darf, male ich mir schon langes aus, es mal mit so einem Kerl wie Dir wild zu treiben!”

„Der Abend ist ja noch jung! Aber dann musst Du mich mal für eine Weile mal entschuldigen!” sagt er feist grinsend.

„Ich müsste mich auch vorher frisch machen?”

„Hat Dir die Dusche vorhin nicht gereicht?”

Marc druckste herum.

„Eh, nein, nicht duschen, äh, also schon irgendwie, äh, also spülen!”

„Ach so? Du bist also passiv beim Ficken? Da hätte ich eigentlich drauf kommen können, so devot wie Du vorhin schon unter der Dusche warst. Ich habe nur nicht damit gerechnet, weil ich Dir geglaubt habe, dass Du noch unerfahren bist!”

Marc wird schlagartig ein wenig verlegen und errötet:

„Ja, ich habe nur noch keine Live Erfahrung, aber zu Hause habe ich schon Einiges mit meinen Plugs und Dildos ausprobiert!”

„Umso besser, aber lass Dir gesagt sein, das ist eine schöne Sache, aber mit ´nem echten Schwanz ist das tausend Mal besser. Da ist ein Bad rechts neben dem Eingang und in der Anrichte neben der Dusche findest Du in der obersten Schublade alles was Du brauchst. Lass Dir Zeit, nichts überstürzen. Ich habe die ganze Nacht für Dich Zeit!”

Marc ist verblüfft, wie locker Bernd drauf ist und insgeheim total froh und geil drauf mit ihm sein erstes Mal zu erleben.

Er geht schnell ins Bad, doch bevor er den Klistierstab einführt, duscht er sich erst mal kalt ab um seine aufkommende Geilheit etwas runter zu fahren. Bernd hat eine tolle Dschungeldusche und durch das laute Plätschern des Wassers hört er nicht wie Bernd telefoniert.

„Hi Horst, na ist Dein Meeting schon zu Ende?”

„Hi Bernd, ja die haben sich heute mal kurz gefasst!”

„Dafür habe ich gerade noch mit Günther wegen des Sommerfestes telefoniert!”

„Ah und da hat er gewisse Andeutungen gemacht, nehme ich an?”

„Ja genau, dass Du eventuell Frischfleisch klargemacht hast!”

„Habe ich!”

„Und? Jetzt lass Dir doch nicht alles aus der Nase ziehen!”

„Er steht gerade unter der Dusche und spült sich die istanbul eskort Fotze!”

„Du Schweinehund, hast Du ein Glück. Und meinst Du er wär was für unsere nächste Bukkake Session?”

„Er sagt zwar er sei noch unerfahren, ist aber bis jetzt schon mal ein ziemlich versautes Früchtchen und ziemlich devot. Könnte passen, aber vielleicht müssen wir ihn erst langsam heranführen. Vielleicht ist diese ganze Unerfahrenheit auch nur Show. Ich werde ihn jetzt erst mal durchficken und ihm hinterher vorsichtig mal den Vorschlag machen!”

„Soll ich heute Nacht lieber in ein Hotel gehen?”

„Brauchst Du nicht, aber sei leise wenn Du reinkommst, vielleicht kriegt er ansonsten Panik!”

„Du, so wie mir Günni Deinen jungen Lover geschildert hat, könnte er auch meine

Kragenweite sein!”

„Ja, der ist eher Dein Typ als meiner. Schön jung und knackig und total unbehaart und schlank. Warte einfach im Whirlpool bis wir fertig sind. Vielleicht kommst Du dann auch noch zum Schuss. Wäre ja nicht das erste Mal, dass wir uns einen Typen teilen!”

„Stimmt, wir haben halt Glück bei den Kerlen!”

„Na, mal nicht größenwahnsinnig werden, die meisten Jüngeren tun es nur der Kohle wegen, aber der hier weiß ja noch nicht, was wir beruflich machen!”

„Bis später!”

„Bis später, aber wie gesagt, sei nicht so laut, nachher erschreckt er sich noch und rennt davon!” —

„Kein Sorge!”

Als Marc aus der Dusche kommt, legt Bernd gerade sein Handy zur Seite.

„Mein Chef, entschuldige. Ach ja, Du hast Du ihn ja heute Abend gesehen, das war Horst mein Tennispartner!”

„Das war Dein Chef?”

„Ja, wieso?”

„Weil ich ihn auch heiß fand.”

„Ach ja?”

„Natürlich nicht so heiß wie Dich?”

„Du Schmeichler!” Bernd nimmt ihn in den Arm und küsst ihn.

„Nein, im Ernst ich finde Dich total heiß. Aber sag, ist Dein Chef auch schwul?”

„Das musst Du schon selber raus finden. Aber ich finde, wir sollte nicht so viel quatschen, sondern lieber endlich ficken!”

Bernd nimmt ihn an die Hand und führt ihn die Treppe hinauf in sein Schlafzimmer.

Der junge Mann ist zunächst überwältigt von diesem großen geschmackvoll eingerichteten Schlafzimmer, in dessen Zentrum ein King Size Bett steht. Bezogen ist es mit schwarzem Glanzsatin und neben den großen Kopfkissen gibt es jede Menge kleiner Kissen auf dem Bett. Bernd legt sich aufs Bett und schaut ihn erwartungsfreudig an, während Marc in der Tür stehen bleibt und sich bereits den Schwanz massiert.

„Mach die escort şerifali Tür zu und komm endlich Du geiler Kerl, ich will heute noch was Geiles erleben.”

Das lässt er sich nicht zwei Mal sagen und wirft die Tür ins Schloss und springt zu ihm aufs Bett und setzt sich auf ihn. Bernd fingert in der Schublade und gibt ihm Kondom und Gleitgel in die Hand und entspannt sich. Marc schmiert sich die Kimme ein und stülpt ihm das Ding über und schon setzt er die Spitze von Bernds Schwanz an seine jungfräuliche Rosette.

Also eigentlich hatte er ja schon so einiges erlebt, aber eben nur mit Gummi und Silikon, jetzt bekommt er endlich einen echten Schwanz aus Fleisch und Blut, an dem auch noch ein äußerst geiler Kerl dranhängt. Mit langsamen Ritt Bewegungen führt er sich den steifen Prügel in sein Loch, gerade immer so weit, wie er es verkraften kann.

Es geht immer besser und Bernd überlässt ihm die Führung, mit jedem Stoß spürt er, dass er tiefer in ihn eindringt und umso lockerer wird er auch.

Doch die ganze Distanz schafft er irgendwie noch nicht und versucht sich zu entspannen, was aufgrund seiner eigenen Erektion und der ganzen ungewohnten Umgebung ihm gar nicht so einfach fällt. Plötzlich hält ihm Bernd ein Fläschchen Poppers hin und er nimmt zwei tiefe Züge, mit jedem Nasenloch eins.

Ihm kribbelt es plötzlich am ganzen Körper und ihm wird tierisch heiß und ein bisschen schwindelig. Marc spürt Bernds starke Hände auf seiner Hüfte, die ihn empor heben und dann wieder nach unten drücken und dann war er da der Moment, wo er plötzlich ganz in ihm drin ist.

Er reitet total enthemmt auf ihm und schließt die Augen, seine Hände stützen sich auf der behaarten Brust ab und er will nur noch gefickt werden. Mit geschlossenen Augen genießt er jeden Stoß — mehr und mehr, tiefer und tiefer. Er genießt auch die Bearbeitung seiner Rosette und Prostata so sehr, dass er alles um sich herum vergisst und erst bemerkt, dass Bernd seinen Orgasmus hat, als dessen Becken mehr und mehr vibriert und er sein Sperma in die Lümmeltüte feuert. Marc reitet einfach weiter, denn dieses Mal war er noch nicht so weit und Bernd bleibt Gott sei Dank noch eine Weile steif, bis auch er seine Sahne von sich schleudert.

Erschöpft und schweißnass lässt er sich fallen und verschnauft bis er merkt, dass der eben noch steife Kolben langsam aus seinem Loch ploppt und er abgeworfen wird. Bernd reißt sich das Kondom runter und ist deutlich verschwitzt:

„Wow, hast Du eine Ausdauer! Ich muss jetzt erst mal pissen!”

Zufrieden betrachtet Marc Bernds Knackarsch bevor dieser durch die Tür verschwindet. Schnell schnappt Marc schnappt sich seine Jacke und geht schon mal in den Garten, wo eine Überraschung auf ihn wartet.

Im Whirlpool sitzt ein Daddy-Typ und hebt die Hand als er ihn sieht:

„Hallo junger Mann, Du musst Marc sein, nehme ich an?”

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I have never looked forward to a birthday so much and never feared one so much. I surprised my boyfriend on his birthday last month by tying him up and shoving a vibrator up his bum. He had a great time although he swore to get his revenge.

Why he would want revenge I don’t know, he may have suffered a little but the reward of three orgasms plus extras he should be rewarding me. My 21st birthday has started off well, I am booked into a posh spa for all the works.

Following the spa I was whisked off to the beauty parlour and had my hair and nails done. Things were becoming too good to be true as he took me to the poshest dress shop in town. You may wonder why so much trepidation when I was being treated so well but I shoved a vibrator up his bum. We had not talked about this and we had not talked about putting anything in my bum.

I tried on several dresses with Joe’s help, I had purposely put on sexy underwear expecting to be undressing at some point in the day. Not exactly like this. We chose a very sexy little black dress. A bit short but beautifully cut and fitted like a glove.

Joe drove me home, we did not get any further than the lounge. He held me close. “You are beautiful,” he whispered, holding my bum and pulling me into him. “We are going for a meal shortly and you are going to be dressed so beautifully.” He started unfastening my dress.

He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear, he was attentive not to mess my hair and makeup. Carefully removing my dress he kissed down my body, licked along the edges of my bra. Why I find that such a turn on I don’t know, perhaps he does. He got on his knees and licked my belly button prior to reaching the top of my very brief knickers. His tongue traced the top before running it under the waistband and almost to the top of my slit.

He eased his thumbs into the side of my knickers and oh so slowly lowered them. His tongue follows the waistband, over and into my pussy. It sent shivers through my whole body, but all too soon his tongue moved down the inside of my thigh.

He removed my knickers and my shoes. I’m standing in the centre of the lounge naked except for a bra. He soon altered that, standing behind me, he unclipped it and smoothing his hands around me he pushed it off and held my boobs. He kissed my neck again. I could feel his erection against my bum.

He moved away momentarily and returned with a suspender belt, unlike anything I have seen before it was made of pearls. Three rows, the top one fairly tight around my waist, the other two draped over my hips. A short string of pearls hung from the centre clasp to just above my pussy. other’s hung down with suspender catches on the end.

It was the sexiest thing I have ever worn, I was becoming embarrassingly wet, well not embarrassingly perhaps anticipatoringly, is that a word? wet. I felt like I should be doing a sexy dance, no, he made me sit on a dining chair. He had a pair of very escort dudullu sheer black stockings.

He rolled one, had me raise a leg and put it on my foot and using it to caress my foot, leg and thigh. He repeated with the other leg, oh fuck I feel like I’m drooling and not from my mouth. The stockings were non-stretch but fitted perfectly. They had seams and that old fashioned fancywork at the heel.

He fastened the suspenders to the stockings. I know he has a thing about stockings, I think I have too. I was told to sit down again and he produced a thong, made of black pearls. The waistband was elastic and the rest, the bit that covered the pussy was three strands of pearls.

He pushed the ‘knickers’ up my legs, when they were over my knees he had me stand up. Easing them up my thighs until the crotch (for want of a better word) reached my pussy. There were three strands, he put one on each side of my pussy lips and the third right through the centre.

He adjusted the waistband so that it was under the pearls of the suspender belt. He then pulled it up, the centre one sliding inside my pussy and against my clit. The outer ones pushed my lips in, oh fuck.

Next he produced a bra, pearls forming a flower over each boob, not really hiding anything. The cups were joined by pearls and the shoulder straps were pearls. He obviously liked what I had worn on his birthday. I stepped into my new dress and all that remained was shoes, I dread to think what he had got for me.

He went into the bedroom and instead of shoes he brought an oblong box with a jeweller’s name on it. He presented it to me. “Happy birthday,” he said. I opened the box and found a four row pearl choker. These I am sure are real pearls.

He took them out of the box. “If you wear this collar for the rest of the day you will have to do whatever I tell you.”

Oh fuck! I trust him, honestly I do but ‘whatever I tell you’ is a big commitment. I lifted my hair, turned my back and said: “Yes sir.” He fastened the pearls around my neck.

I looked in the full length mirror and honestly believed for the first time that I am beautiful. The little black dress that clung to my body, the pearl choker/collar, my makeup and the part of me I loved most my mass of hair, for once tamed by the very expensive hairdresser.

I was presented with a pair of red pointed toe shoes with comparatively sensible heels only 3 or 4 inches high. Turning I saw that my bum looked fantastic, the stance in heels somehow tightened it.

With a slight smack on my bum he said: “Come on babe time to go.” He slipped a coat round my shoulder followed by his arm round my shoulder he ushered me out to the waiting taxi.

We arrived at a very posh restaurant where I was treated like a princess. We were seated in a private alcove, I was given a beautiful rose and there were candles on the table. Seven small delicious courses istanbul bayan escort and champagne, enough to be pleasantly full.

Wow, this is the best birthday ever; I half expected something embarrassing to happen in the restaurant, however everything went smoothly. We held hands in the taxi home.

It was early evening as we entered our lounge, I turned and kissed Joe, oh how I love him and I showed it in my kiss. He had one hand in my hair and the other on my bum. He pulled me into him, his erection pressing against me, I wanted it in me not pressing against me.

He pulled back, smiling he wiped his thumb over my mouth, I sucked on it. He laughed and pulled it out of my mouth, moving behind me he parted my hair and pulled the dress zip down, kissing each newly exposed part. Shivers down my spine, lightning sparking between my pussy and nipples. The pearls between my lips were dripping with my pussy goo.

The dress was hanging on my hips when a pair of hands snaked round and held my pearl covered boobs. My nipples were fighting to get through any available gap. Fortunately the bra was designed to have a nipple escape gap.

Joe pinched each nipple playfully, more sparks flying, my mouth was dry, all fluids going south. “Drink,” I croaked.

“Please sir?” he asked.

“Drink, please sir,” I tittered.

“Of course my love, remiss of me.”

Removing my dress and carefully hanging it up, he took a drink of champagne, not his favourite, being a real ale drinker. He kissed me, pumping the champagne into my mouth. Water would have been better, I didn’t complain.

Joe or should I call him sir picked up the line of pearls that hung from my suspender belt and led me into the bedroom. I was scared, excited and so, so randy. I looked in the mirror on my way and my £70 hairdo and my impeccable makeup were destroyed. My lipstick had been smudged over my face.

I looked like a wanton whore who wanted to be fucked, I felt like a wanton whore and I so much wanted to be fucked. And I wanted him to be my boss, my owner, my love. I was standing by the foot of the bed, he kissed me so passionately before he held the waist of my pearl ‘knickers’ and pulled them up. This caused the two strings to squash my outer pussy lips. The string up the centre bounced over my clit.

I was near to climax, I just needed him to put it in and I would be there. Of course he didn’t. “Lay on the bed and put your legs over your head,” he ordered. This is it, I’m going to be fucked for my birthday. What a sweet revenge that would be, having me worried all this time and him being so good.

He spread my legs, he had removed his jacket earlier but remained wearing his shirt and tie (as well as his trousers.) He attacked my pussy with his mouth. I’m not sure what happened. Somehow he broke the centre run of pearls. He must have taken the pearls in his mouth because some ended up in my pussy.

His escort kozyatağı tongue moved down from my pussy across that space between bumhole and pussy until he was licking around and then in my bumhole. Oh hell he put his tongue in my bum! His tongue hit my clit, he is fantastic at cunnilingus, I climaxed immediately, the pearls moving about inside as he fingered me. When I was back in this universe he showed me a small vibrator.

I was looking between my legs which I had pulled in so they were on each side of my boobs. I could see him putting a condom on the vibrator, the one I had put up his bum. Why the condom, he knows I’m on the pill. Why the fuck put a condom on a vibrator?

He put the vibrator in my pussy, he was smiling at me, he removed the vibrator and slowly pushed it into my bum, Wow it was strange, I could feel the reverberation in my pussy through the thin pussy walls. I like it. To make things even better he fucked me.

I find it hard to describe my feelings, to describe what I was feeling down there. He stopped,and pulled the vibrator out, threw the condom on the floor and put it in my pussy.

Holding his cock he pointed it at my bumhole. Oh fuck this is it. Do I want it? Will it hurt? I was getting good vibrations already, did I need more? I smiled and nodded at him. ‘do whatever I tell you,’ I promised and I knew this was a possibility when I made the promise.

One thing for sure both his cock and my bumhole were well lubricated with my copious juices. I tried to relax as he slowly pushed his cock into my virgin hole. Relax, relax, relax, I repeated to myself over and over. Shit the head was in. It hurt. I whimpered but smiled in encouragement.

Further in with each thrust until his balls were hitting me. The sensation was different and weirdly wonderful. His action changed, he held it in and I could feel his cum enter my bum. I climaxed with a strident scream.

He collapsed on top of me and I lowered my legs. His cock slipped out of my bum and his spunk followed it. What a wonderful twenty-first birthday, I am floating in heaven.

I started giggling. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Do you realise we have just had the best sex ever and the only clothes we took off are my dress and your jacket,” I snickered.

“Before we go any further I would like to watch you undress,” he said. He deserved that.

“Oh yes sir,” I eased myself from under him and standing at the end of the bed I removed the bra. Shaking my boobs I sat down. There was no need to remove my knickers as they didn’t cover anything, in fact they kind of framed my pussy.

I felt so good, this perfect day was continuing with me turning him on again. I started unfastening my stockings, the thing guaranteed to get the blood rushing to his cock.

“Joe, you know tomorrow when we have the family party for my birthday at the Star Hotel, can I wear the same clothes?” I asked. I didn’t need his permission but I so much wanted his approval.

“Including the damaged knickers which don’t cover anything?”

“Yes.”

“Including the collar?”

He called it a collar, shivers all over me and my pussy was leaking again.

“Oh yes………………………………… Sir.”

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Friday was my wife Jill’s birthday.

I decided I would surprise her by sending a massage therapist to our house.

I called a lady named Jade, who came highly recommended.

In our initial conversation she asked what type of massage I wanted.

I not knowing much along this type of thing asked what type of massages do you provide?

She responded with many types of massage which i didn’t know what they were.

One of the last she listed was a “Happy Ending” I asked being naive, what that was. She responded The full body massage ended with an orgasm. She also said some clients who were bi-curious chose it as she was a lesbian and quite enjoyed this as well.

I thought about it for a moment and knowing my wife Jill had mentioned she wondered how it would be with another woman.

I booked the lady for Friday at 3:00 pm at our house.

That night I told my sexy wife I had her a surprise for her birthday and it would be delivered Friday at 3:00 pm. We talked about it all week and i would not tell her what her present was. Her anticipation was high.

Friday came quickly and I had taken that evening off from work.

I parked close to our house and slipped into side door to my work shop locked the door and waited.

At 3:00 I hear the door bell escort yakacık ring and I switch on a monitor hooked up to our security system. At the door was a statuesque redhead with a perfect figure, large breast with big nipples stuck out through her silk blouse. I see my wife answer the door and could see her eyes checking the stunning redhead out as well.

They briefly talk and my wife invites her in. The redhead brings a fold-up massage table into our large living room and sets it up.

Jill i can tell is a little nervous and she goes over to our bar and pours a shot of tequila to settle her nerves. She offers the redhead one also, but she declines.

She asks my wife to please disrobe and wrap in a large white towel. Jill heads to our bathroom and starts disrobing, i can see a little through the open door on one of the cameras. Jill’s 38 ddd boobs bounce as she peels her bra loose. Her nipples are hard a stick out nearly an inch. Her pussy is visible and has only a little patch at the top of her mound.

She returns to the living room and Jade leads her to the table and lays on her belly. I quietly move down from my workshop down the hall and position myself out of sight at Jills feet. Jade starts with her feet and applies copious bayan escort istanbul amounts of hot oil. She works up her legs to her inner thighs applying great pressure, working out the kinks in her voluptuous buttocks and up to her neck. Jade then asks Jill to turn over and conveniently drops the towel. She moves around to Jill’s head and massages her face gently down her neck and down her chest barely grazing her erect nipples. Then rubs her hands down and massages her waist tickling her pelvic region gently then more vigorously. She pets her little puff of pubic hair massages her womanly mound and carefully spreads the lips on her pussy. i can she the red split is soaking wet and like an open red rose. Jill’s breath is very labored. Jades large boobs are positioned over Jill’s face.

Jade asks, do you mind if i remove my silk blouse, I hate to ruin it with oil. Jill replies, Fine! Jill turns her head and watches Jade disrobe who then asks l, ok if i remove my slacks as well and gets the same reply. Jill is staring a hole through Jade’s breast and licks her lips a little. Jade removes her slacks and is wearing a string thong which shows her perfect ass off.

Jade moves back to the table massages Jill’s now dripping pussy. She slides a finger down to her clit escort bağdat caddesi which is now erect. She then eases a finger into her pussy then two fingers. Jade bends a little closer and takes the clit between her lips and sucks on it. Jill is squirming and moaning. Jill’s arm is on the edge of the table and she outs it around Jade’s waist and pulls her close.

Then she slides her hand down between Jade’s legs and under her thong, Jade squirms her pussy onto Jill’s hand and she fingers her clit and slides a finger into her dripping pussy.

Jill cums in Jades mouth and squirts everywhere. Jade keeps her tongue on the prize and is working her clit over again. Jill is building to another orgasm as Jade swings a leg over Jill’s head. Jill opens her eyes and there is the most beautiful pussy. She looks at it and examines all the creases and crevices and her erect clit, which is throbbing. After a short deliberation Jill thinks, what the hell it looks deliscious and takes a lick. She thinks OMG it tastes great. She runs a hand around both of Jade’s sides and pulls her luscious ass down in her face and erect clit into her mouth. Jades clit is very large nearly as big as her little finger, and it is pulsing with need to cum. Jade’s pussy juice is flowing and Jill is sucking and licking it like a starving person. All at once both ladies cum and I think the table is gonna collapse, as they cum I pull on my cock and it squirts like a water cannon.

About this time the ladies realize with a gasp that I’m standing there,

I tell them next time we’ll get the couples massage!

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In Androon, where some steam stood sentinel over old buildings, and green growth mingled amongst the people, Fawad waited. At the corner of a coffee shop, Fawad stood, watching the traffic go by. And through the noise, hustle, a rattle of taxis and people, and a chime of motorbikes, Fawad heard an anklet.

The twenty something year old saw Noushin, pass by. A native to this town, in black Abaya, running a daily errand.

And, while Fawad was a foreigner, clearly told by his standing outside a coffee shop — out of time, like an expat — Noushin was well in the rhythm of the city.

And, she conveyed the rhythm to Fawad, by her feet flapping in flats.

Daily flats. But, it was music. At least, to Fawad. He, who had the kind of taste in music that belonged to old worlds, enamored by a daily sandal, of a quite ordinary woman. Before she could pass by forever, Fawad battled his fate in an instant, asking for a chance.

And, he won. A packet fell, slightly. Okra.

Fawad took a step forward, approaching Noushin. An unusual confidence, to help. She was getting into a taxi, and their eyes met. A recognition, between two strangers… of maybe never being strangers again.

From now, and across lifetimes. She was older, he was younger. But, the age of their souls seemed quite the same. The first lines of conversation, utterly by their eyes. A nod. A yes, she was okay.

“Can I help?” Fawad went further, unwilling to lose the meeting.

She declined, gracefully.

Fawad’s coffee arrived, and a box of pastry. He thanked the man, and returned to meet Noushin’s eyes before they could depart. Time was running out, fate gifts you only a moment. The moment passed. He thought, offered the coffee and pastry…

Again, Noushin declined.

“Aap kahan se hain?” asked Noushin.

“America, here for a wedding.” answered Fawad.

“Achaa.” Noushin smiled, with some kind of wait.

The two stood still in the traffic.

“How did you know?” enquired Fawad.

Silly question. Fawad wore trackpants and a hoodie. And while it was grey and overcast, it was hot. The late twenties boy was foreign dressed, not in kurta. And Noushin wore open shoes, an abaya and a bare face. She was in the lateness of thirties, tired and obeyed the rules of life. Her scarf, loosely draped.

The taxi man silently asked to take off. Noushin nodded. She smiled at Fawad, goodbye. Fawad returned one. And, she left.

Fawad, left with a pastry box, stood in the middle of the street. Nothing left to do, but return to Uncle Nazhim’s home.

But he was wrong, fate gives you more than a moment.

II – THE NIGHT BEFORE

It was late evening, and Uncle Nazhim’s house was lit, for the night.

A middle class home, charming in all the ordinary ways. Warm. Gold radiated from the upstairs bedrooms, and left to talk to the streetlights. The back garden was set, staged. The front door was wide open, and the driveway began to buzz.

An electrician, packing up.

“Are the front gate lights working?”, beamed Uncle Nazhim, a made man in his sixties.

It lit up, instantly. Fawad watched from the terrace, this was a wedding house. Inviting. As Fawad watched the sun set, eavesdropping on a gen z conversation, a minaret called Maghrib.

He kept up, on the upper terraces, watching as the gold and violet sky darkened.

People began to arrive, Fawad began to hide. Fawad was the guest of Uncle Nazhim, and it should have been his honor, of welcoming. Or, at least standing witness to all the welcoming. Of family and friends, and guests close enough for the grand ‘night before’.

He kept away, from gold haired high heeled women and balding bearded man, spawning below with trays. And from some family friend named Taylor.

From the terrace, Fawad considered hiding out, in one of the children’s bedrooms. Find a space, hijack a PlayStation. He was not a kid, but Fawad was quiet, an introvert for most of his life. He loved questions, but meaningful ones. A crowd like tonight’s, were only capable of a certain kind. The ordinary. He stayed away, at least until dinner.

And past dinner, the seekh smoke turned to steam from teacups.

Fawad explored the table. Rasgullahs arrived late. Some raspberry tart. The night was into conversation, out of pleasantries. Middle aged men boasted advice, for better deals. Children ran across the garden, for better hiding spots. Aunties, in chintzy dresses, talked for better marriage. And late aged men were preparing to recall tales from earlier times.

Fawad was out of time, and out of place.

He strolled away, past the packing up caterers. Down the street, and into the night.

The street was crisp, cool and warmly lit. Rows of houses, storied, rested between great gates and under free running electric wires. Fawad strolled, until a smaller part of town. Development turned to establishment. Sandier roads. He looked up, and noticed Noushin.

Placing a potplant at the balustrade, she wore a facemask, crouching peculiarly. Noushin smiled, embarrassingly. Fawad raised a hand, hello again.

She wanted to hide, but it was too late. escort pendik Noushin gestured, and disappeared back in, presumably on her way down, to meet him.

Fawad noticed now the house was in an older part of town, with squeezed buildings and more electric lines crossing. The house was smaller, poorer but adequate. And, quiet. The gate grunted open, breaking the quiet.

She appeared, in the gateway. Face, washed. Glinting in the moonlight, a little. The two strangers stood, with nothing quite to say.

It’s not usual, for a boy and girl to talk like this, in the street.

“When’s the wedding?” asked Noushin.

“Day after tomorrow,” said Fawad. “It’s up North, somewhere.”

The conversation stood.

“Do you want something, to drink?” Noushin asked, to be hospitable at least. To make up, for being seeing in the facemask. Tax, for the embarrassment.

Fawad was not young, and did not have a parent here, to ask for permission. He nodded yes, before realising it. He did realise though, not to follow her in. Because he was a young man, and she was a woman. He didn’t hear anyone else around, but this was considered the devil’s playground in their mutual culture.

Surprisingly, Noushin asked him in.

He entered, and she went to the kitchen.

“Tea or coffee?”

“Water, is fine.”

“Dont be silly. It’s coffee, right?”

Noushin appeared at the kitchen doorway, waiting for an answer.

“Tea,” said Fawad, unsure if Noushin had coffee.

She smiled, gestured for him to sit and disappeared into the kitchen. Fawad noticed the wall cabinet, and all its ordinary things, bowls and ornaments.

“Who are you here with?”

“Just me.”

“Kaun kaun hai, ghar mein?” enquired Noushin.

“Just mom, my sister and I.” Fawad said.

Fawad noticed the quietness of her home, the emptiness.

“Aap?” he asked.

“Me. And an older married sister.” Noushin replied.

Fawad took the time to listen to an old song, streaming in through the window. From somewhere in the neighbourhood. Awaara Hoon, meaning I’m a wayfarer. It was license, to be here. Noushin appeared with two cups of tea, and a plate of biscuits. Placing it on the ornate mahogany table.

Noushin wore a light green floral kurti dress, in contrast to her dark wooded home. And she sat, appearing like a potplant.

Fawad noticed her sandals stood just off the carpet, and moved to remove his sneakers too.

“No, no. It’s okay.” stopped Noushin.

Fawad sipped the tea, wondering how he came to be sitting in a strange woman’s home, a million miles away from home. And Noushin wondered how a strange male sat in hers, in a society like this. But she was old enough to make her own decisions, and talk to whom she pleases.

And at some stage, all choices for our lives… belong to us alone.

Fawad sipped the tea, and they talked.

III – MIDNIGHT

Past midnight, Fawad’s phone beeped. Uncle Nazhim, enquiring where he was.

He realised it was this late. Fawad and Noushin had talked until now, about the differences in their lives, between diaspora and home. About the price of things. About nothing, really.

He texted back a quick reply, and shifted in his seat, to get up.

“How was the okra?” he remembered.

“It was lovely,” exclaimed Noushin. “Do you want some?” she asked excitedly.

She got up.

“No, no. I really ate too much tonight. And I have to get going. It is my favorite, though.” said Fawad, putting his phone away.

Noushin, getting some anyway. Fawad sat.

“I didn’t drop any earlier, did I?” asked Noushin, from the kitchen.

Tupperware ripped open, slammed shut.

“No. I would’ve ran after the taxi with it.” said Fawad, confidently.

A microwave beeped.

“Can you run?” asked Noushin playfully.

“I can. I used to play football back home. A long time ago.” boasted Fawad. “I’ll tell Uncle Nazhim I found some kids playing, and joined.”

Fawad texted a further reply.

“How are you related?” asked Noushin. “To whoever is getting married.”

A microwaved beamed, zapping the okra to life.

“Uncle Nazhim is my late dad’s friend. He passed away last year, and this is the first wedding in Uncle Nazhim’s family. I had to come. I didn’t really want to, but you know…”

Noushin returned, with steaming okra and a piece of roti. Fawad put his phone away, broke a piece of roti, wrapping it around the spicy pindiyaan, and tasted.

“How is it?” asked Noushin.

“This is… I promise okra is my favorite, and this is… SO nice. Is there fennel?”

“Just a little, why, is it too much?”

“No, it’s so slight- a bird came crashing into the room…

Noushin jumped, onto the couch. The bird fluttered. Fawad rose, tipping the plate. A clang. Okra spilled, onto his pants. The bird fluttered about. Noushin panicked, slightly. Fawad reached for the window, widening it… and the bird flew out.

They stared at the okra on his pants.

“I am so sorry,” said Fawad.

Noushin rushed for papertowels.

“It’s okay! To free a bird? It’s maybe istanbul escort considered luck, in a way.”

Noushin returned, deliberating handing the towels to him, or to clean it herself. She handed it to him. Fawad cleaned. Noushin waited. Noushin noticed Fawad make eye contact with her foot… she looked down, there was some spicy oil on her foot too.

“Like mendhi.”

Noushin was out of her shoes from the jump. Standing barefoot.

“I never use mendhi,” Noushin got a papertowel to clean it, too. “Not on my feet.”

“Why not?” asked Fawad.

“I’m shy to show it.”

Fawad was done. Noushin finished, too. She put her shoes back on, and tidied up the table.

“I only wear sandals because I’m home alone.”

Fawad glimpsed at her busy shoes.

“Don’t look.” Noushin said.

Noushin carried the messy plates to the kitchen.

It was late. The song playing in the neighbourhood had stopped. Fawad thought, and started towards the door, and stood at the doorway. Noushin returned, and opened it for him. The adventure was over, but their words weren’t.

“Thank you for the tea,” said Fawad, politely. “And the pindiyaan.”

“Enjoy the wedding.” said Noushin.

They stood in the light from the doorway… Fawad asked something more, her name, and left.

IV – WEDDING

Fawad had a young face and a full stubble, falling on either side of the grown up spectrum at once. And his face was tired, from the journey up north and the return, past Swat valley, drenched in sunlight from a car window.

Once home, at Uncle Nazhim’s house, he washed off the journey, and left for a stroll. Under the excuse of football, at dusk.

To Noushin. She was home, and Fawad entered, like a longtime friend.

“How was the wedding?”

“It was nice. Charged.” said Fawad, almost enviously.

They sat by late afternoon light from a window.

Noushin was older, before 40. And if pretty, in an ordinary way. She had a round face, a skinny fat body, and wavy girl-next-door hair. She was lighter than tan, brown eyed and oval postured, like a brown Tourmaline.

She wore a kurti top again, and skinny pants. And ordinary pumps.

Fawad was in the last years of what could be considered youth. A once sportsman, once promising youngster. Now, close to balding age. Their unusual aged friendship, in the same twilight, differed in tone. A younger man, an older woman. And as the late light staged them, Noushin got up.

Got on her knees, and sat before Fawad. She opened his zip, and freed him.

She took him into her hands, and into her mouth.

Fawad knew exactly what was happening but, never expected it to happen… like this. To a stranger, in a foreign country, in an older girl’s apartment. Cheap, or expensive? After years of being selective, of not losing his purity to just anyone, to girls his age, he felt nothing… but to allow it.

Her lips were fully over his head. She licked.

Fawad grew, into her mouth. His head, soon touching her throat. Base at her lips. He felt her, on all sides. Tongue running up his shaft. Inside of her cheeks pecking at his sides. And her palette, pushing down on him.

She licked, up and down. And sucked.

Rounding her lips. Increasing suction. Tightening her tounge.

Fawad whimpered.

Noushin moved her head up and down, faster. Her hand, cupping his base. Faster. Harder. Tighter. Always touching her tongue. Wider, moving his penis to the sides of her mouth, side-to-side, playing it like a game, a joystick.

And, she released.

Precum tipped him.

A star, on the edge of a starlight.

Noushin adjusted, widened her pose… and she took him back into her warm mouth, licking and sucking. To a certain end. In no time, Fawad blasted all into her mouth, hot spurting pulses, releasing warm stream, endlessly. Noushin closed her lips, cupped with both hands, and began to swallow. She began to drink.

Fawad released, for a long, long minute. Laying back, towards the end.

Noushin let go, mouth trickling with white, her spit staining his shaft. She breathed, just a little, and rubbed the corner of her lips. Fawad got up, and removed his pants.

Noushin, kneeling.

Fawad guided her, up onto the couch. She sat back, and Fawad knelt. Placing his hands inside her elastiband, pulling her pants just enough to expose her mound, and quite ordinary underwear. Sliding her panties down, he got under, placed her legs over him, and put his face to the little area he had. A little sweaty.

Tip of his tongue barely touching, he flirted it like a touchy livewire at first.

She let out nothing.

Her pants were still around her ankles, Fawad kissed the inside of her thighs, placing it along imaginary lines. Then, little licks. Closer. Towards her lips.

She had little brown leaf lips, around a pink slit. Fawad reached, licking in little strokes. Up and down the leaf, either side. Into the slit. To the top. Spiralling up, to her clitoris.

Down her slit, flattening his tongue across it’s width. Pressured, firmer. Licking. And to her clitoris again, closing escort kurtköy his lips on it.

Fawad’s phone beeped, and he instinctively let go.

He reached to read the text, and typed back.

Noushin sat, a glorious wet mess.

“We have all night. I’m playing football.”

Fawad turned back to her. Noushin barely smiled, wanting a return to her.

Fawad removed her pants fully, but sat before her.

He was as hard as a rock again, and instead of returning to her, took his penis in his hand, and began to stroke.

Noushin, sitting back on the couch, feet up on the edge, obliged. A wet mess, a painting. She felt somewhat restless, somewhat honored, as Fawad stroked his cock, up and down, to an end.

Selfishly. He gripped, and came again.

And then, he returned to her. She was sticky.

Fawad placed his face low between her thighs, and rested his fingers above, on her clit. This time, sliding a tongue in. Lightly touching, and fluttering her clit. Fawad’s tongue went in, his fingers went over. Noushin breathed, a littled harder.

Fawad stopped.

He got up. Hard cock dangling in front of her. Placed a finger at her pussy. He ran it in, and out. In, and upwards. Upwards, and downwards. In and out, a few times. Noushin watered, getting wetter, easier.

And, he stopped. Short.

Noushin, frustrated. Wondered.

Fawad knelt back down, and placed his mouth on her pussy. And, he sucked hard. Noushin felt it. It wasn’t long, and she erupted pouring dewey honey all over his face.

She was only a little ashamed.

Fawad was now a man.

Rose.

He leaned into her, placed his cock at her entrance, and began to pump. Half-standing, edge of the couch missionary. He pumped, cummed almost instantly, and they fell asleep.

V – THE DAY AFTER

Fawad awoke in the middle of the night, to a text. A storm wind began to threaten the window, and it was time to get home.

However, he wanted to stay, melted in Noushin’s body, Noushin woke up.

Fawad got dressed.

“When are you going home?” asked Noushin.

“This weekend. But if I could?”

The answer was too soon, the answer was never.

Noushin sat up. Fawad knew where the door was.

“You owe me. It’s 3 – 1, the score.”

Fawad smiled, it was the cum score. He stopped, at the door. Smiled again.

And left.

It was a brisk walk, darkened and windy, threatening loose grating objects across the street. But, the storm wind seemed to dissipate as he got to Uncle Nazhim’s gate. The lights were off. It was near midnight, and he entered like an entitled guest.

Uncle Nazhim was in good spirit, before a cup of tea, in the kitchen.

“My boy! I was worried. How was the football? Come have tea with me.”

He sipped.

“It was a lot of fun, we played harder in the wind. It was great.”

Uncle Nazhim continued with a story from earlier.

Fawad could smell Noushin on his face, musty. He excused himself from tea, to bath, but he actually went to sleep. Adorned with her scent.

While Uncle Nazhim battled a packet of biscuits, downstairs.

The next day, Noushin woke to a string of semi funny memes. She and Fawad had traded numbers the first night, at the door. And the last meme, was something funny to do with a jhanjra. An anklet.

‘”Buy me an anklet, then.” she texted a reply.

And she went to make tea.

Her phoned beeped.

“I will.”

She smiled.

She had to visit the market, for dhaniya. The man brought it on a Monday. She wore a dress, pumps and earrings, and headed to the bazaar. Everything felt loud today, and in the third aisle of shopping, it quietened down again. A text from Fawad. Wanting to meet later, as he was out with Uncle Nazhim for the day. She bought coffee, too.

She returned home, thinking to bake.

Wondering if a neighbour or passer by, would see Fawad come, and wonder.

She disregarded it, as her home was in an unbothered part of town, a quiet street. After lunch, she baked cinnamon buns, and waited.

And in the evening, Fawad was outside.

It was not yet dark, he was eager.

He entered. “I didn’t get the jhanjra today.”

“It’s okay, I was joking-“

Fawad ushered her, seemingly to to the table, bending her over ever so politely.

A young man, she thought.

He pulled down her pants, placed his cock at her and began to fuck.

Noushin, doggystyled, faced the cinnamon buns on the table, that he didn’t notice. Was it the cinnamon, an aphrodisiac? Was crimson red the sacred colour of sex? Soon, she didn’t notice it too, feeling the rhythm of him. Going in and out. Pelvis banging against her behind. She didn’t notice if he came, when he got down and began to eat her from the back, hungrily. She came, hands spread out on the table.

He stayed, kneeling. She turned around.

“4 – 2” he said.

“You do have a week.” she said.

He did cum. They had cinnamon buns and coffee, before he had to leave. Obligated. Dinner out, with Uncle Nazhim and his wife.

Downtime, from the wedding.

In the smoky restaurant and jewellery shop lined streets, of the shopping district, Fawad sat, watching all the people out, wondering all kinds of things. Their lives, their kinks. He wondered about Uncle Nazhim’s sex life, with his wife. Fawad noticed the young couples, the girls his age, but he didn’t feel compelled.

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I can’t believe I’m listening to my best friend’s heartbeat while I dance my fingertips over every part of him. We’re lying in the opposite direction we were last night. I don’t know how we ended up this way. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters right now. I feel satisfied for the first time in my life and will savor this feeling for as long as I can.

The night began when I heard a knock on the door. Realizing I was naked, I threw on pajama pants and a white tank top. I couldn’t be bothered searching through piles of moving boxes to find my underwear.

Reece was waiting at the door, looking cute, with his brown hair tucked under a beanie.

He was holding a box of ingredients.

‘What’s all that for?’ I asked.

‘I wanted your first night in your own place to be special,’ he replied, stepping inside and

pulling out a bag of corn chips.

‘Nachos!’ I yelled, overjoyed that he’d remembered my favorite meal.

I went to snatch the chips from him. Expecting it, he raised them above his head. We found ourselves in fits of laughter as he threw the bag of chips across the room. He pulled me closer, lifted me, and spun me around. While he held me, we both realized my shirt was coming up. He immediately put me down.

Silence followed.

Reece looked at me like he would pick me up and devour me. I’d seen him look at me

like this before. He’d looked at me like this when we went to the beach as teens. It had never lasted this long though. He’d always found a way to change the subject.

‘What movie do you want to watch?’ he asked, avoiding looking in my direction.

While I listed my ideas, I tried to stop thinking about his hands all over me but it was

hopeless when I saw how his eyes lingered on my lips while I spoke. I wanted him to keep looking at me like that. I wanted to tell him to rip my shirt off and do whatever he was thinking about. I couldn’t do that. We were just friends.

While we ate dinner on a mattress on the floor, I tried to push away the thought of our bodies pressed together. It was impossible. Remembering the way his eyes were undressing me in the doorway tempted me. I got wet when I thought about all the things he might want to do to me.

By the end of the meal, I’d decided it wasn’t worth pushing away these thoughts. Friends could have sex. Couldn’t they?

When the movie ended, I wrapped a blanket around myself and pretended to shiver.

Reece laughed. This wasn’t the first time I’d tried this little trick.

‘What? I’m cold,’ I lied.

‘Come here then,’ Reece rolled his eyes playfully. He put an arm out and motioned

towards his chest.

I lay my head on his chest and calmed to the gentle drum of his heart.

He wrapped his arm around me. His hand was higher than any other hug he’d given me.

It rested just escort tuzla on the cusp of where my breast began. My breathing intensified at the thought of his hand venturing to my nipple.

His hand stayed.

Rested gently on the edge.

Tempting me.

My legs lay at his side. I thought I’d be more comfortable with one of my legs wrapped around him. Well, to be honest, it wasn’t the comfort I was thinking about. I wanted to wrap my leg around him, rest my leg on his cock and feel his leg up against me. I needed to know what he was thinking about. I stopped myself, knowing that if I wrapped one of my legs around him, the other would follow and I’d be straddling him. I didn’t want to freak him out. It was too soon for any of that.

He sighed. The sound made my heart flutter.

‘You okay?’ I asked.

‘Yeah,’ he squeezed me like he never wanted to let go.

His hand teased as it slid down and rested on my side boob.

‘Whatcha thinking about?’ My heart raced as I waited for a response.

‘You and I…’ he hesitated. ‘…fighting over chips,’ I could hear his heart race and feel

the rise and fall of his chest quicken.

‘Why were you thinking about that?’ I asked, already knowing why.

Silence hung over us.

‘I thought I might kiss you,’ he confessed.

‘I thought you were going to do a lot more than kiss me!’ Before I could think, the words escaped.

He sat up.

Oh no, I’ve freaked him out now. This is why I should keep my thoughts to myself.

He straddled me, brushed my hair behind my ear, and leaned down.

‘Can I kiss you?’ he whispered.

‘Yes!’ I replied much louder than I had intended. Goosebumps rippled across my skin as the warmth of his breath tickled my earlobe.

He pulled away from my ear. Still straddling me, he closed his eyes and leaned forward to kiss me.

Finally. I thought.

Before he could reach my lips, I lifted my head to meet him.

He moaned in surprise as I pressed my lips against his.

‘Finally,’ he sighed, our lips still lightly touching.

I rested my head on the pillow and pulled him in close so that our lips were pressed together. As I grazed his lip with my teeth playfully, he kissed firmer.

He pulled away, looked me in the eyes, stroked a strand of hair behind my ear, and

pressed his hard cock against me. Even through both of our clothes, I could feel how hard he was.

A whimper escaped and he grinned. I couldn’t hold myself back. I sat up, pushed him down on the bed playfully and sat on him.

He reached up under my shirt and held my breasts in his hands. My nipples hardened.

While I unbuckled his belt, I thought about tasting him.

He shook his head and sat up.

‘No. Tonight is about you. Lay back down,’ he ordered. istanbul escort bayan He’d never spoken to me like this before. I’d never seen him this confident. He knew what he wanted and I loved it.

I couldn’t help but do as I was told.

I wanted him to tie me up, roll me over, and fuck me. I thought about all the times I had dreamt about him doing that to me.

He did something even better.

He pulled my pants down to see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was looking at me the same way he was earlier.

‘I could get used to this view,’ he lowered his head.

My breath deepened and my clit throbbed beneath him.

He kissed my thighs gently at first. Then, he bit and sucked the flesh causing pleasure to radiate from my clit and wash over my entire body. He kissed higher up my thighs until his tongue was stoking my clit. His hot breath on my clit made me writhe beneath him. He licked firmer. I couldn’t stop my legs from moving as he sucked.

As he circled his tongue around, I had to move my hips slightly so that I wouldn’t cum before he was inside me. I wanted to squeeze my pussy around his dick while I came. I needed to feel it inside me. I was the wettest I had ever been.

I was ready for him.

I had never been this close to orgasm before. A few times on my own or with boyfriends, I had gotten close. Never this close. He made it feel so easy. He asked me what felt good. No one had asked me that before. He took his time. No one had ever taken their time before. I let go of my fears and lay back so I could soak it all in.

While he ate me out, he grabbed my breasts and dug his nails in a little like he was trying to hold himself back. He played with my nipples delicately and fluttered his fingers. Then, he flicked and played a little rough.

His tongue moved down, circled my entrance, and slid inside He raised his eyebrows when he felt how wet I was. I lost all control of my body and thrust my hips closer to him.

‘Ah…Reece?’ I managed mid-moan.

He slid his tongue out of me and looked up. I gasped, regretting asking and wanting his tongue inside me again. He sat up and leaned over me so we were face to face.

‘Fuck you taste good,’ his chin was saturated.

‘I want you inside me right now,’ I reached my hand down to feel his dick through his pants. Somehow it was harder and larger than it was before.

He stood up and took his belt off slowly while he licked his lips.

I slipped my shirt off and watched his smile grow. I spread my legs. Seeing this, he

ripped his pants off and dropped to the ground, pushing his cock against my clit. There was no way I was going to go to sleep tonight without having had his dick inside of me.

He kissed my nipple while he slid his dick back and forth between my pussy lips, escort erenköy rubbing my clit. My body was warm all over. I threw my head back.

He was leaning over me with his arms pressed firmly against the mattress as he slid back and forth. His sleeves were rolled up from cooking. They were toned and his skin was soft. I caressed his arm and played with the buttons of his shirt until they were all undone. His skin was so smooth. I remembered all the times I had seen him shirtless in the past and wanted to touch him.

I didn’t have to just imagine anymore.

I sat up to start sliding my tongue across his chest. He grabbed my hair in his hands and pulled it gently before standing up and smiling down at me. I sighed in frustration. I wanted him so badly.

‘I’m coming back, I just have to get something from my bag,’ he assured me.

He came back with a condom and lube.

I smirked when I realized he might have been planning to have sex with me the whole time.

Before he put the condom on, he put the tip of his penis at my entrance, tempting me to wrap my legs around him and push him inside without anything on. When I went to wrap my legs around him, he pulled away and put the condom on.

He leaned down and kissed my earlobe. There were the goosebumps again.

‘Can I fuck you now?’ he whispered.

‘Yes,’ I said breathlessly. Before I knew it, I had rolled myself over onto all fours.

‘Oh my gosh. Did I already tell you that I could get used to this view?’ he whispered.

I gasped as he poured the lube on my butthole, and it dripped down to my vagina.

He slid in slowly.

‘ohh,’ I moaned. I would have cum right then and there if I didn’t hold myself back.

‘I’m only halfway,’ I could tell by his voice that he was so fucking happy with himself.

His movements were fast but gentle. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.

My pussy uncontrollably tightened around him. It relaxed and tightened again. Every time it tightened, I could feel how hard he was and an overwhelming pleasure coursed through my body.

He gripped one hand firmly on my waist and the other stroked down my side until two of his fingers were on my clit. He painted circles with his fingers. I closed my eyes and relished every second.

Pleasure cascaded through my entire body. My legs shook. I wanted that feeling to last forever. I clutched the bed sheets and backed into him so that he was even deeper inside me.

‘Oh!’ My pussy was dripping down my thigh. My body tingled all over and my knees

were so weak that I dropped onto my belly. He followed making sure he stayed inside me. I had never felt this good before. The warmth washed over me. I could have laid like that forever.

Every muscle in my body was rested. We lay still like that for a while, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together.

Eventually, he slid out of me.

‘What about you?’ I asked, breathlessly.

‘I told you that tonight was about you,’ he wrapped his arms around me as I nuzzled into his chest.

‘I could get used to this,’ I said as I stroked his chest.

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I’m 72. I’m widowed. I lost my wife two years ago. For work reasons, our children live in different states. I’m very much alone. At least I used to be.

We had a good sex life until about six months before she passed away. Older people do not die below the waist, contrary to what young people believe. Even when I was cut off by her illness, I practiced self-abuse. A couple times, she suggested I find a lover. Even with her permission, I could not bring myself to cheat on her. It could be argued that it wouldn’t be cheating if she knew about it and/or condoned it. After 48 years of marriage, there was no way I could consider an affair.

The children and grandchildren came to the funeral, of course. Bereavement leaves are limited. The grands had to return to school. Within ten days, it was me and a big empty house. The holidays brought the youngsters home for a few days. All the conversations were about mom and grandma. When spring break rolled around, they announced another visit. I told them to stay home and get on with their lives. I loved them dearly, and they meant well, but the memories they insisted on discussing were getting too painful. I, too, had to begin a new life.

They may sound odd, but one of my biggest adjustments was grocery shopping. My wife had had a couple food allergies. I had liked the items she could not have, but I didn’t bring them into the house out of respect for her allergies, and to avoid rubbing it into her face that I could have them when she couldn’t. On one of my first shopping trips, I started to pass by one of her no-nos, then stopped. I could have that now, so I bought it. It was one of my early guilty pleasures.

Spousal estates are supposed to be simple to settle. That’s a big myth. I had to notify Social Security of her passing. Her name had to be removed from the bank accounts. Her cell phone had to be shut off. Her health and dental insurance had to be cancelled. Almost every office wanted an original death certificate. I went through ten at thirty dollars each.

My visits to Rosy Palm and her five daughters provided some relief. Those visits gradually became less frequent. Baby oil and petroleum jelly provided lubrication, but they were no substitutes for a tight, wet pussy.

Eventually I tried meeting some new women. I checked out the singles’ groups, but their members were not in my age range. My attendance at meetings was not rejected out right, but definitely not encouraged. Most of the women were divorced. The few people I talked with said they mostly talked about how terrible their exes were. After 48 years of wedded bliss, I didn’t need that.

One afternoon when I was checking my email, I received a message from a dating website. Horny women would contact me, it said. Signing up would be free. All I had to do was post a profile, and I would be propositioned by single women, divorcees, and cheating wives. What did I have to lose? Certainly not my virginity. That ship had sailed decades ago.

I signed on to fill out a profile. The first part was easy: a screen name, my age, a physical description. Then came the hard part. What kind of relationship was I looking for? Did I want to something long-term possibly leading to marriage? I hadn’t given any thought to remarrying, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. A single woman would probably want a man with that inclination. Perhaps a friend with benefits. An affair with a married woman. It might be fun to cuckold some guy behind his back, especially if his wife preferred me to him in bed. Her marriage would keep her from wanting to tie me down. What about a one-night stand? A prostitute would fill that niche. Why sign up at all? I finally entered that I was looking for someone between the ages of thirty and sixty-five and with no preference for type of relationship. What might work with one woman might not work with another. I attached a recent portrait because the site said it would generate more replies.

An hour later I had received twenty emails. All had photos attached. Three of the women were fully dressed in party attire showing strong legs. Two were completely naked and spreading their pussies with their fingers. A few showed their breasts, and the others were fully nude but tastefully posed. The list included wives looking for affairs, single women looking for husbands, and some who wished to date and see where things went. One was outside my desire age range. She was only eighteen. I started to erase her message but stopped to look at her picture again. She was completely naked. Her breasts were firm B-cups. Her pose was relaxed. What I noticed most was her smile. She made no attempt to be sexy. She simply was happy. Her name was Nancy.

I drafted a reply complimenting her on her looks and gently pointing out that not only was she outside my desired age range, but that I was also old enough to be her grandfather. When I clicked the send button, I learned why signing up was free. Sending messages was expensive. The introductory package was ten messages for twenty-five dollars. Other packages brought the per message cost down escort bostancı to a dollar, but it was priced at three hundred dollars for three hundred messages. I opted for the introductory package not expecting to continue my membership for very long.

Fifteen minutes after clicking on send, I received a reply. “Hi, Matt, I’m Nancy. Thank you for responding to my email. I realize I am much younger than your specified age range. I was very afraid you would consider me too young and not bother to reply. Your profile struck a chord with me that I really can’t describe. Unlike other men who have emailed me, you were the politest. Younger men want to get me into bed on a first date. Even though you were trying to discourage me because of our age difference, you weren’t condescending or mean.

“I’m not looking for a long-term relationship or a husband. I’m eighteen. After I graduate from high school, my family is taking a vacation to Europe before I go to college. I will major in music and minor in education. That way if I don’t become rich and famous by singing, I can teach music.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. Guys my age seem to only be interested in sex. What I really want is a friend I can talk to, who will listen to me without judging, who will hold me and make me feel safe, who will care for me without stifling me. If I read your profile correctly, I think I’m describing you. Please be my friend.

“Nancy.”

Her words of desire for a romantic, yet platonic, relationship conflicted with the photo of her nude body. Was she as confused about what she wanted as I was? She acknowledged the gap in our ages but gave no sign as to whether it mattered to her. I was tempted to end the conversation, yet curiosity compelled me to write back: “You write well, and you are open your goals. Somehow, I wonder if you really understand what is at stake. You don’t want a committed relationship, yet you speak of the desirable attributes of commitment. On top of that you sent me a picture of your lovely body that awakens lust in me. Perhaps you should pursue a male peer whose needs are in tune with your own.

“Matt.”

“I guess it’s time for me to fess up. That picture was meant to make you horny. I want you to lust after me. This will probably make me look like a silly teenage girl. It’s call peer pressure. I’m still a virgin. Many of my friends are sexually active. They brag about having a man inside them, about sucking cocks, about having orgasms. I want to do those things. I want the same pleasure they are having.

“The ones that gave their cherries to their boyfriends complained about the guys’ ineptitude. They only wanted to stick their dicks into pussies. They didn’t care whether the girls were in pain. Others opted for older men who knew what they were doing. They were considerate of the girls and deflowered them gently. Sure, there was some pain; it’s part of being a girl.

“Matt, I want you to be my first. You’re sweet and caring and loving and kind and all the good things a man should be. I don’t care how old you are. Think about the girls you pleasured when you were young. You can do it again. I want you to teach me how to fuck a man. I want to give you the same pleasure that you will give me. I’m on the pill so you can cum inside me. I want to feel your man juices. After you’ve torn my hymen, you won’t have to see me again. Just fuck me! Please!

“Nancy.”

Nancy was right. I had no idea what to do the first time I bedded down with a girl. Fortunately, she was experienced and guided me through my first fuck. In my teenage excitement, I came very quickly. Even a half century later, I still remember her patience with me. Girls deserved the same patient treatment. Yet the fifty-four-year age gap did bother me. Chronologically she was a woman, but in my eyes, she was still a child. She was as desperate to be an adult as I had been at her age. The nude photo of her firm breasts and shaved pussy did excite me. I would have to shave too. “There is a lot more to ending your virginity than having your hymen torn. There is a learning curve to sex like any other skill, and sex is a skill. A proper setting is important. Your feelings and your lover’s must be considered. You will probably hold back initially because you expect it to be painful. Nature is unkind to human females in that respect. The pain will be brief, just a few minutes; however, it can’t be avoided. I would probably find the physical act enjoyable, but there is also an emotional factor. I have a granddaughter your age. I love her dearly, but I could never consider going to bed with her.

“Matt.”

“I understand where you are coming from. I wouldn’t sleep with my grandfathers, but you and I are not related. We could have a sex date. Lots of my friends do that. We could make it a business transaction. I’ll pay you fifty dollars to provide a service.

“Nancy.”

“I don’t think the fifty dollars would be appropriate.

“Matt.”

“Okay, I’ll make it a hundred.

“Nancy.”

I took a deep breath. She was not going escort bayan istanbul to be denied. I supposed deflowering a virgin could be considered a service. Maybe I should start a business. There would be the matter of marketing. I couldn’t run ads in the newspapers. “Okay. For legal reasons, I must see a photo ID confirming you are at least eighteen. I don’t want your parents to charge me with statutory rape. Let’s decide on where and when. I live alone so my house would work. Being retired, I’m basically available twenty-four/seven.

“Matt.”

The website would not allow us to exchange addresses or telephone numbers through it. We were able to set up a breakfast date at a nearby restaurant the following Saturday.

I was still wondering if I was doing the right thing when I arrived at nine a.m. The fifty-four-year age difference between us could never go away. I had made an agreement, and I find a way to convince myself to carry out my part of the bargain. When Nancy parked her car beside mine a minute later and got out of it, I became partially ready to proceed.

She was even prettier than in her profile. She wore knee-high, high heeled boots and a skirt that came down to mid-thigh. Her coat was appropriate for February. Once we were seated, we removed our coats. Her shirt was tucked tightly into her skirt. Although the fabric was opaque, her nipples were clearly outlined through it. After the server took our drink orders, she took her passport from her purse and handed it to me. She was indeed eighteen. A one-hundred-dollar bill was tucked inside it. I tucked the money into my shirt pocket and returned the document to her. Now there was no turning back. I had accepted her money. I was officially a gigolo.

After we ordered our meals, she leaned across the table toward me. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough for me to see the tops of her boobs. “Is it okay for me to be scared?” she asked quietly.

“Anything new is intimidating,” I said. “Your feelings are natural. If it helps, I’m nervous too. I haven’t had a new partner in fifty years. I’m praying I can please you.”

“Considering how kind you have been so far, I’m sure this will be a positive experience for both of us. I watched some porn movies on my computer, so I think I know what we will be doing. I did notice that many women kept their shoes on. Should I do that?”

“It doesn’t matter to me. Wear as much or as little that makes you comfortable. You might be interested in knowing my wife played the piano. I still have hers.”

“I should play for you. They make me play classical music in school. I like it okay, but I prefer the newer pieces. You probably wouldn’t care for them.”

“My wife was partial to Bach. I prefer Beethoven. When she was mad, I was treated to the 1812 Overture, but without the cannon. There were times she wished she had one.”

“I like you. It appears we have more in common than we suspected.”

Nancy followed me in her car to my house. As I closed the door, she asked, “What should we do first?”

“Let’s hang our coats up,” I said as I opened the closet door.

“Of course,” she said with a sheepish expression as she handed me her coat. She noticed the grand piano when we entered the living room. “May I?’ she asked.

“Be my guest,” I said.

She sat on the bench and opened the keyboard. She played a quick scale. “It’s even in tune. I want to play something for you.”

“The sheet music is in the bench.”

“That’s okay. I know a few by heart.” I recognized the piece at once. As I had done that last time I heard it, I sat beside her on the bench and put my arm around her waist just I had done every time my wife played Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. Tears welled up as I recalled the many times she had played it for me. After about ten bars, Nancy heard me trying to stifle my emotions and stopped playing. “Am I playing the wrong number?”

“It’s the perfect one. I love the Moonlight. My wife played it for me all the time.”

“Matt, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have known any more than I could have known it would be your choice. Please play it.”

She began again at the first measure. I closed my eyes and listened to the music. Gradually my tears ceased. The music calmed me, and I found the peace I so desperately needed. As she ended playing, Nancy turned to face me and saw my smile. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly. My free hand caressed her inner thigh beginning at her knee and slowly traveled up her leg under her skirt expecting to encounter panties, a thong, a G-string. No, there was a bare bald pussy. “You like?” she asked.

“Very much,” I said.

“I’m ready to go to the bedroom.”

We stretched out atop the bed covers facing each other. I brushed her cheek with the back of my fingers and gave her a brief kiss. She smiled, and we kissed again. “You are trying to get me to relax,” she said. “I appreciate that, but I’m still nervous. Maybe a little scared, but definitely nervous.”

“It’s called anticipation,” I said. “You know what’s escort beykoz coming, but you still wonder if are ready for it.”

“How do you know so much about being a girl?”

“It’s natural for everyone.” I kissed her again.

She placed her hand on my cheek and gazed into my eyes. This time she kissed me. My hand slid down her side. She giggled as I passed her waist. “I’m ticklish there.” My palm rested on her rump. I gave her a slight squeeze. “That feels nice.” My hand continued to the hemline of her skirt, then went underneath it and up her leg. She maintained eye contact with me as I caressed her warm flesh. Again she kissed me. “That feels even better. Is it okay if I do that to you?”

“I would love it.”

“Your pants are in the way.” I stood up long enough to completely undress, then returned to her side. “That’s much better.” She rubbed my bottom and gave it a squeeze. “I’ve never seen a naked man before. I’ve seen pictures, but they don’t compare to the real thing. I should be naked too.” She took off her shirt and skirt and struck a couple poses. “You did say I could keep my boots on?”

“If you so desire, yes. You look sexy with them on.”

She returned to the bed and pressed her chest against mine. My cock began to stir. “My nipples have never gotten hard before.” She ran her hand across my chest. “Yours are getting hard too.”

“That means we are becoming aroused.” I rolled her onto her back.

Slowly, softly, I kissed her cheeks, then her neck. Her eyes closed, and her breathing slowed. My fingertips drew circles around her nipples. Her breath became deeper. “That feels wonderful. You play my body like a violin.”

“This is only the first movement.” She gasped as I took a nipple between my lips and squeezed it. The other nipple soon received the same treatment. Her proud young breasts jutted upward as I smothered them with kisses. I attempted to kiss her ribs, but her ticklishness prevented me from doing so.

She looked down and saw my rigid cock sticking straight out. “The women in the movies put the men’s penises in their mouths. May I do that with yours?”

“Be my guest.” She kissed the tip a few times before placing the crown just inside her mouth. Her tongue touched my pee hole making me take a deep breath. She took another inch in, then another. Her head bobbed up and down as she strived to take my entire cock into her mouth. “Suck harder.” Her lips formed a seal around my shaft, and her lungs pulled on my dick. When I felt the urge to cum build in me, I had her lay on her back.

Starting at her knees, I kissed my way up her inner thighs toward her pussy. Her breathing slowed and deepened as I approached her slit with my mouth. It had opened a bit allowing my tongue to trace its folds from the lower end up to her clit. She gasped as my tongue touched it. A drop of moisture sparkled at the lower end as I licked her slit again. Her hands held my head as I continued to dine on her pussy lips and clit. Her panting became deep and rapid until her thighs clamped against my head. Her hips shook. When her body relaxed, she asked, “What happened?”

“You had an orgasm,” I said.

“I’ve never had one before. That’s amazing. It was so incredibly intense. I loved it. May I have another one?”

“You are going to have hundreds in your lifetime.”

“I meant now.”

“That can be arranged. I am going to use a different technique this time.” I crawled up atop her and rubbed my cock against her clit.

“Will doing that give me an orgasm?”

“This is the beginning.” I placed the tip of my cock just inside her pussy against her hymen. She tensed up as I touched the membrane.

“It’s that time, isn’t it?” I nodded my head. “It’s going to hurt. I knew it would, but I’m still scared.”

“I know this sounds silly, but it will hurt less if you can relax.”

“I can’t.” Her arms crossed over her chest in a protective pose. My fingertips lightly caressed her waist. She started to giggle. “Stop that.” I tickled her some more. “You know I’m ticklish.” Her giggles turned into laughter. “Please stop!” I felt her tension disappear and pushed my cock into her. “That hurts. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! I don’t like it. I want to stay a virgin. Take it out.”

“Too late.” I laid still with my dick inside her. “The pain will go away.”

“Please take it out. It hurts too much.”

Slowly I withdrew from her vagina. I raised my hips. “Take a look.”

She glanced down at my cock. “You have blood on your penis.”

“It’s your blood.”

“How did it get there?”

“It’s from your hymen. You are no longer a virgin.”

Her eyes opened wide in astonishment. “Really?”

“Really. How is the pain now?”

“It’s going away.”

“I’m going to put it back in you. Tell me how it feels.” I slowly slid into her.

“It didn’t hurt. It feels strange. I guess it’s because it’s new.” I moved my shaft in and out of her. “Oooh, that feels good.” She pushed her pussy toward me as I pushed inward. We found a rhythm to our thrusts. Gradually our pace increased. She wrapped her legs around my waist. Her leather boots excited me even more as I thrust harder into her. Her screams told me she was approaching another climax. Her arms around my chest crushed her breasts against mine. “Yes! Yes!” Her vaginal muscles gripped my cock as I emptied my balls into her womb.

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This is based on a true story…

My name is Nari, now 38 years old, living in the States. I’ve come to accept who I am. I’m a submissive Asian slut. I don’t fight it anymore. I cherish it. This is how it all started.

I was born and raised in Japan to a very traditional family where women are supposed to be compliant and take care of the extended family, while ignoring their needs to a large degree. That environment created limitations on understanding who I was. That all changed when I moved to the U.S. to attend art school. I was ready for a change, to branch out.

I recall seeing the American servicemen in Japan and was always drawn to them. Their fit, athletic bodies and blue eyes intrigued me but I never put it all together. Although I was only a teenager, I remember having a tingly feeling around them. I would only find out why years later.

After arriving in San Francisco, everything changed. I was in a new world, improving my English in a city with a large Asian population. I was able to blend in while experiencing something I never had before – all these attractive, hot white guys noticing me.

School was more intense than I realized it would be. The weeks of classes could be grueling, staying up late to finish projects and keeping it together on caffeine. After the first few weeks of school, I needed to get away and blow off steam. I’m not able to drink like so many others (I get the Asian glow and then feel sick) so that wasn’t an option. Another Asian female student that I met in the prior week suggested that I go to a night club with her to dance and get away. Although I was nervous, I agreed to go.

I was nervous yet excited as I slipped my thin red mini dress over my almost non existent thong and applied my makeup. I was determined to turn heads by looking slightly naughty. The strapless dress accentuated my neck and shoulders but didn’t allow for a bra. I was a little concerned by the dress because my Asian nipples tend to get very hard when I’m excited and in this dress there is no way to hide my excitement. With my long dark hair teased and my my small Asian feet wedged into my high heels, we made our way to the club.

When we arrived, I couldn’t believe my eyes! Hordes of hot white guys dancing and milling about the floor. I cant lie. I was a bit intimidated by the scene but determined to make the most of the night. After all, I looked delicious! As we made our way threw the crowd, I received several longing stares as guys looked me up and down. The attention was getting to me and I felt my nipples harden. After several more minutes, the vibe and the music began to relax me, as I took it all in. Although I can’t drink, my girlfriend offered me a sip of her champagne which only enhanced my mood. Just enough to relax but not enough for any ill effects to kick.

After 30 minutes of observing the crowd of bodies moving to the house music, my girlfriend grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. The thump of the music and the comfort of my wing man (or woman) allowed me to flow with the rhythm and lose myself in the atmosphere. I was feeling incredibly sexy with this feeling of anonymity, realizing that no one knows me here so I can do anything I’d like without judgment. My hips becames looser, my ass prominently displayed, as the stares became longer and more inviting.

I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t initially recognize the hot white stranger dancing close to me. Before I knew it, I felt him begin to grind against me. The thin fabric of my dress did nothing to suppress the sensation of his long thick cock rubbing against my Asian ass. At first I was startled but then I realized how amazing it felt. I felt empowered to be this shy, petite Asian in a fuck-me dress, having this effect on this hot, athletic blue eyed beauty. Looking escort kadiköy at him reminded me of the Americans back home and how I would feel this tingling between my legs when near the servicemen.

Soon it wasn’t just his cock that I felt. His hands began running down the sides of my body and over my hips. When I didn’t resist, they started to roam down over my ass. The feeling of his big strong hands groping me on the dance floor was electric. As his hands fondled my ass, my Asian pussy began to moisten and my nipples were standing at attention. My obvious physical reaction emboldened him as he moved behind me, grinding his crotch into my ass while his hands brushed over my tits. The gasp that I let out only encouraged him further because he maneuvered me towards a dark corner of the dance floor.

Now slightly more isolated, he grabbed my head and leaned in for a forceful kiss. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and found my wiling tongue, swirling in the inside of my mouth in an aggressive but highly sexual overture. As this new sensation coursed through my body, I began to melt. My body softened, focusing solely on the feeling, while his hands continued the assault on the rest of me. I had never felt so naughty or so alive in my life. I was powerless.

After what seemed like hours of dance floor foreplay (it was likely only 30 minutes), he leaned in and whispered, “Do you want to get out of here?”

At that point, there was only one response.

“Yes”, I muttered breathlessly barely conscious of my surroundings or what was happening to me.

As he led me through the crowd and towards the exit, he wrapped his hand around my waist, pulling me tight, and unexpectedly reached his hand under my dress and placed it on my ass. It was like he wanted everyone to know that I was his, that he owned me. He was marking his territory. Although startled, I didn’t knock his hand out of the way because his strength was too alluring. It felt amazing to have him treat me like an object for his carnal pleasure. Who am I?

I knew everyone could see us and being on display only heightened the sensation. When his hand slipped under my dress, he realized that there was little to protect me other than a thin spaghetti thong. I could almost here him thinking that only a slut would wear something so revealing. It’s as if he realized that this seemingly innocent petite Asian came to club for only one reason and he was going to be certain I didn’t leave disappointed.

In the elevator, he spun me around and again attacked my mouth with his. At the same time, he grabbed my hand and moved it to his crotch. I couldn’t believe how big, thick and hard he was. Up until then, I had only ever been with Asian men so this was all new to me. He forced me to rub his cock from the outside of his pants and I remember being mesmerized by its size, snapping back awake only when the elevator beeped and the doors opened.

We made it to his car, not speaking as we drove to his apartment. Fortunately he didn’t live far away because my body was on fire. As we entered his apartment, he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall so that my ass was pushing back into him. He pinned my arms above my head with his left hand and used his right to reach under my dress and grope my ass.

“Spread your legs”, he commanded.

I complied by parting my legs enough to increase his access. Then he ran his fingers between my legs, feeling my moisture as he cupped my pussy. One finger slid between my lips and ran the length of my slit, easily sliding up and down, lubricated with my own juices. The sensation of this strong powerful white hand toying with me was almost too much to bare. I started breathing heavily as the pleasure coursed through my body. It was at this point escort bayan that he knew had owned me. He turned me back around, kissed me hard again and pushed me down on my knees in front of him. He fumbled for his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out the most magnificent cock I had ever seen. It was majestic, long, thick, throbbing. I could only stare in awe.

“Do you like my white cock,” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” I muttered in a barely audible response.

He grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his cock. I could barely get my tiny Asian fingers around its shaft. One hand only covered half of his manhood. I was in disbelief of its size and strenght. My mouth was watering as he began to stroke his cock, with his hand on top of mine, forcing me to pleasure him. It radiated heat and somehow became even bigger, reaching at least 8 inches long. He then grabbed my head with both hands and pulled it towards his cock.

“Suck my white cock,” he commanded knowing that the fact that it was white made a difference, turned me on more.

As he forced himself into my mouth, I gagged at its size but quickly adjusted to it and began licking and sucking his long shaft, alternating between using me tongue along its sides and swallowing it. I was obsessed with this cock and wanted to please him. Wanted him to love how I sucked his cock. Wanted him to want me back. After several minutes of enjoying pleasing him, I heard him grunt as he spewed thick, hot white cum into the back of my throat. I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted more. I wanted to show him how I could take care of all his needs. After I swallowed his thick load, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, stared at it once again, marveled at how it remained so stiff and cleaned it up, licking the sides of his shaft, swirling my tongue over his head until all the cum was gone.

Having cum for the first time, he pulled me up, stared at me and said, “You’re an Asian slut, aren’t you? You love white cock. I’ve never had anyone want my cock so badly.”

Calling me a slut for the first time sent a thrill through my body. I realized that he was right. I was an Asian slut, a slut for white cock.

He then guided me to his bed, pushed me onto my back and ordered me to spread my legs. I did.

“Take off your thong,” he ordered.

I pulled my panties down over my legs.

“Show me your slutty pussy!”

“Yes,,” I breathed.

“Spread your lips. Open it up for me.”

I lowered my fingers to my pussy and spread my lips wide so he could see the pink inside my asian lips. Juice was already flowing and running down the crack of my ass. I felt so naughty opening up to a complete stranger, so easily able to comply with his request. As his tongue hit my clit, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body as I couldn’t hold back the moan.

“Ahhhhhhhh”, I whimpered.

He lapped at my outer lips, gently licked my clit, pushed his tongue in my hole then replaced his tongue with a finger, returning to again lick my clit. The sensation was so overwhelming that I found myself arching my back and moaning. As he continued his onslaught, he reached up and roughly pulled my tits out from my dress. My nipples ached, begging for attention. With one hand, he pinched and pulled on my Asian nipples as his tongue continued between my legs. I didn’t think that he could have taken my pleasure to another level but with my tits now free from constraint, I reached a new height. After another minutes, I exploded on him, cumming for the first time that night.

“I, I, Oh, I’m cumming! Oh, fuck. Oh, that feels sooo good. Oh, don’t stop. Right there. Ohhhh.”

I had never experienced the kind of pleasure that he was delivering, but I wanted more. It wasn’t enough. Now that I new what an intense orgasm felt escort ataşehir like, I needed more.

As I recovered, he pulled away from my pussy and straightened up. Thats when I saw his cock again. It was like I was seeing it for the first time. It was huge.

He noticed that I was staring so he asked me,”Do you want this? Do you want my cock?”

“I want your cock.”

“Are you an Asian slut?”

“Yes.”

“Say it. If you want my cock, tell me you’re a slut, that you want my cock.”

I was losing my mind. He so easily controlled me through my desires. He knew he was in control. And I knew that I couldn’t resist.

“I’m an Asian slut. I want your white cock. I need your white cock.”

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want my cock in your Asian pussy?”

“Yes, I want it. I want your cock in my pussy. Please. Please fuck me.”

Submitting to this stranger with a thick white cock changed everything for me. I could only focus on my body’s pleasure. Everything else faded to gray. I could only think about cumming. I needed to cum again. I felt his big head press against my tiny hole and gasped when it first pushed in slightly. I felt a combination of ecstasy and a bit of pain, wondering if my pussy would be able to adjust to its size.

“Do you want more?”

“I want more.”

“Do you need my cock?”

“Yes, I need your cock.”

“Are you a slut, my slut?”

“I’m your slut.”

With that, he plunged all the way in to the hilt of his glorious cock. And I went somewhere else, to a different place. I just needed his cock, needed to be fucked, needed to be treated like a slut. It didn’t take long before I exploded again. I came so hard that I thought I was going to pass out. But he wouldn’t let me off that easy. He was going to completely dominate me. Make me beg for more. And i was in no shape to resist. I could only think about cumming. Again. And again.

He turned me over and put me on all fours and ordered me to push back on his cock. I complied. As he fucked me hard from behind, my tits were swinging back and forth from all the punishment. As if he knew exactly what I wanted, he reached around and pulled on my nipples again. Then he did something to me that no one ever had. As he thrust inside me, he slipped his finger into my virgin ass. I never knew how naughty that could feel. With his thick cock in one hole and his white finger in the other, it was too much. I exploded again. He continued to fuck me mercilessly. He made me climb on top of him, grind on him while pinching my nipples. He made me beg him to suck my nipples. Made me feed my tits to him. He pushed me on my side and entered me from behind, his hands parting my ass as he punished me with his cock. I was delirious with pleasure, lost all track of time. He kept fucking me. He wouldn’t stop and I didn’t want him to. I found myself alternating between begging for more and recovering from another orgasm.

As he used my body, I forgot how many times I came. Then he announced that he was about ready.

“I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?”

“In my pussy. I want you to cum in my pussy.”

“Are you mine?”

“Yes, I’m yours. Im your Asian slut.”

“Can I fuck you whenever I want?”

“Yes, yes please. I’m your slut. You can fuck me whenever you want. I’m yours. Just fuck me.”

And with that he came deep inside my pussy and collapsed on top of me, exhausted. I kissed him gently to thank him for using me, for giving me a type of pleasure that I didn’t know existed. As he pulled out, he ordered me to clean up his cum covered cock, a combination of his thick white cum and my pussy juice. What else would a submissive Asian slut do? I complied.

After that experience, I realized how truly submissive I was. The more I would submit, the harder I would cum. I began clubbing every weekend in San Francisco, selecting a new, hot, white guy each time to fuck me. There was something hotter, sexier, sluttier about having a stranger dominate me, tell me what to do, make me admit that I’m an Asian slut for strange white cock.

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They took a shower and went to the kitchen where Annie prepared them bread and omelettes.

Emmy and Annie wore light night gowns, with nothing underneath.

Annie was still highly aroused by her witnessing of Emmy and Harold’s recent mating frenzy.

So, she involuntarily did her best to please Harold, to entice him to make love to her. She did not miss an opportunity to let him ‘spy’ on her cleavage.

It was much easier than she imagined.

Harold just could not take his eyes of her huge bosom. He vividly remembered the hot night he had spent with this deliciously voluptuous woman.

There was a definite erotic tension in the air.

Annie was the first to succumb.

She went up to Harold and embraced him from behind; her heavy breasts leaning on his shoulders.

She reached down to feel his erection.

“Shall we go upstairs again?” she asked with a hoarse voice, almost imploringly.

Harold did not need convincing and in no time they were in Annie’s bed, eagerly feeling, groping ad kissing all parts of each other’s body.

Emmy followed them to the room and watched the two savouring each other.

She apparently knew what was to come as she came up with a large towel and spread it on the bed.

Harold revelled in the abundance of warm femininity that she so readily offered to him.

He sat on his knees beside her on the bed.

Annie rolled onto her back on the towel. Her heavy breasts fell sidewards, and she opened her thighs. With her hand she directed Harold’s hand towards her now fully exposed vulva.

When he gently caressed the swollen labia she whispered, “Yes, yes, over there.”

He ran his forefinger along the cleavage between the lips, and he felt the heavy woman’s body shudder.

At a particular moment Annie took the middle and forefinger of Harold’s hand with her hand and pulled them into the slit between the labia. These were sopping wet so there was almost no resistance.

Harold was not sure what she wanted so he let her guide him.

“Deeper,” she whispered,” deeper.” He felt a sense of urgency in her action.

When his fingers had entered her vagina Annie grasped the pulse of his hand and pulled it further in.

She was sighing and gasping.

“Deeper, deeper,” she urged with a coarse voice.

Harold was anxious not to hurt her, and he asked, “Am I not hurting you Annie?”

“No, no, please deeper, deeper!”

She almost cried imploringly.

Harold felt the labia giving way whilst escort kartal she pulled his whole hand into her vagina.

A deep moan escaped her mouth.

He kept his fingers together to make the insertion easier.

When his hand had fully disappeared beyond his pulse into the hot vagina, Annie grasped his arm and pulled and pushed it in a reciprocating movement.

“Like this, fuck me like this,” she moaned.

Harold now understood what she wanted. He now made the movement of his arm himself, as if it were a giant penis fucking her, with his fist being the glans.

Annie was shuddering.

She twisted her body from pleasure, and she kept spurring him, “Deeper, deeper…faster, faster, yes!”

Her heavy breasts shook under her jolting.

She kept her eyes closed.

Harold pushed his hand ever deeper into the silky soft and soaking wet vagina and he gradually accelerated the ‘fucking’ movement.

“Go on, yes! Deeper, faster!” she yelled.

Suddenly she drew her legs up and pushed her lower body upwards as if to absorb even more of Harold’s arm.

She came…

Her whole body shuddered now, and she let out a long-protracted moan.

Harold looked in awe at the big climaxing woman under him with his hand still buried in her vagina.

When her orgasm finally subsided, her legs fell back on the bed, and she gasped and panted heavily.

After a few minutes the worst was over, and she opened her eyes.

Harold felt that he could withdraw his hand and when it left her drenched vagina she sighed.

“Pity, I feel so empty now,” she said and smiled.

“That was good, I want you to do that more often.”

She pulled Harold’s head down and gave him a long and intense kiss.

She guessed that he was impressed by his new experience, and she noticed that he was very aroused.

When she grasped his erect penis, she felt him shudder.

“It hurts?” she asked.

He nodded.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Harold. Come let me help you out of your misery.”

She opened her thighs again and Harold knew at once what she offered.

“Come on, don’t hold back. Fuck me now with your cock, fuck me hard!”

After the preceding ‘fist fucking’, his penis found little resistance in her vagina and with a few thrusts he entered her up to his balls.

Annie first embraced him with her arms and legs and whispered encouragements in his ear.

He felt her breasts as cushions against his chest.

Then Harold bayan escort raised his body on his stretched arms so that he could freely thrust his lower body.

Annie grasped his buttocks and started to squeeze them to further prod him.

“Look at me,” she said, “look me in the eyes!”

And when their eyes met, “Now fuck me, will you, fill me, don’t spare me please!”

He suddenly felt completely overwhelmed by the voracious femininity of the mature woman.

It made him go wild and soon he was pounding her. His belly slapping onto hers.

In flashes he saw her huge breasts undulating below him.

Annie kept encouraging him with a hoarse voice and with her grasping hands.

“Don’t hold back when you need to come,” she hissed.

When he came, she gave him all the time he needed for his ejaculation.

His face was contorted in a grimace as if in great pain.

She was surprised by the volume of semen that he pumped into her, given that Emmy said he had given her a lot when she sucked him off.

She felt her vagina quickly filling up.

“Come on, give it to me, give it to Annie, all of it,” she urged him whispering.

After his final pumping spasms, he collapsed onto her body, and he buried his face in her abundant hair next to her head.

She put her arms around the panting youngster and caressed his head, his neck and his shoulders.

“Seems like it was hard work for you, but I hope you are relieved now, “she whispered in his ear.

After a while he tried to pull himself up, but he still felt too weak and fell back on her again.

“Stay still baby, relax, let Annie hold you for a while,” she said, and she kissed him on the ear.

She felt the huge penis slowly contracting.

Because of its size it remained lodged in her vagina.

Semen was seeping out along the labia. The towel was now wet through.

Eventually Harold drew his flaccid penis out, crawled up and shook his head as if to wake up.

Annie looked admiringly at the virile young man who had just taken her so vigorously.

His muscular body glistening with sweat and his still impressive male member, even when not erect.

The sight of the huge penis swaying between Harold’s legs reminded her again of the studs at her parents farm, just after they had mounted a mare.

“I thought I’d die again,” he said, “I come so bloody intensely in you Annie. You are so hot!”

“You may wake me up in the middle of the night for such a fuck,” she escort maltepe laughed, “that was damned good! You could make me pregnant again with such a load! Look at what you’ve done, how much you’ve given me!”

She pointed at her vulva from where semen continued to leak onto the bed.

“Give me another towel, will you?”

Emmy was there with a towel. She had been present all the time.

“God, you two have made me horny like hell,” she sighed, “what should I do now?”

Harold and Annie exchanged guilty looks. Emmy really looked desperate.

“Oh, Emmy, my love I’m so sorry,” Annie said, “let me help you now.”.

She stood up and walked to Emmy. They embraced each other and started kissing intensely.

Annie then whispered something in Emmy’s ear that made her smile.

Embracing and kissing again they moved sideways to the bed.

They sat down next to each other on the edge of the bed, where they sucked at each other’s breasts and exchanged their milk.

Annie then reclined and lay again on her back.

Emmy crept over her with her head over Annie’s belly and her legs astride over Annie’s head. Annie also spread her thighs so that their vulvas were fully exposed to each other.

Annie supported Emmy’s body with her arms.

Harold watched in awe the intimate lesbian love play of the two lovers.

Emmy lowered her body, allowing their mouths to reach their vulvas.

Being longtime lovers Annie and Emmy knew exactly how to give each other maximum pleasure.

They first lapped at each other’s vulva, with slow languishing movements of their tongues whilst the two bodies shuddered with pleasure and both women moaned softly.

Both eventually ended up with their lips around the other’s clitoris and sucking it gently.

The sounds of the sucking intermingled with those of the moaning of the two women.

Annie and Emmy approached their climaxes simultaneously, like one unified, shaking and moaning body.

First, they held on to the clitorises with their mouths, but they released them when their orgasms hit them.

The two women climaxed in different ways.

Emmy threw her head back and released a deep protracted groan.

Annie pulled up her legs and shook them during her orgasm. Then she let them fall back heavily on the bed.

Both women remained immobile for some time after their orgasm, still panting.

Then Emmy let herself slide off Annie’s body and turned around to face and kiss her lover tenderly on the mouth.

As all three were now satisfied for the moment.

They took a shower, dressed and made for the lounge for a drink.

After a pleasant chat with the two women and after he had promised that he would be back on Friday night, Harold left.

(to be continued)

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The next day Seema arrived at my house at 12:00 noon. I chatted with her some time. Then I veered the subject to her develop of breast. She shied and said,

“Yesterday my breast were paining for the whole night. I had a hard time to sleep.”

I said, “No Gains without Pains”

Seema took the book lying on the table. She reached the next step and read it.

ALLOW THE PARTNER STRETCH YOUR NIPPLES A FEW TIMES

Seema was wearing a T-shirt and jeans pant. I told her to get rid of her T-shirt. She shyly caught hold of it at the bottom and whisked it out in one movement. Her small delicate tits were exposed. She sat on the sofa. My penis was again tight with the anticipation of the things I was going to do with Seema that day. I sat beside her saying,

“I think, they are looking better today.”

I gently moved my hands on her breasts. Seema just moaned. I was excited. I also moved my hands on her naked back. Her fair complexioned body started to quiver. I was enjoying this beyond imagination. Again I pressed her tits a few times then focussed my attention to her erect nipples. I held them in between my two finger and pressed them hard. Seema screamed. I then pulled on her nipples to draw out her tits. Seema blocked me by catching my hands saying,

“No it is paining. Please release them”.

I continued the good work slowly, pushing and pulling the nipples from her body. Seema calmed down and started enjoying it. I encouraged her saying that I could see some enhancement in her breast already. This had a positive impact on her behaviour.

I handed her the book again, she read the next step aloud.

ALLOW YOUR PARTNER TO SLAP YOUR TITS

Seema’s eyes became large with fear. She looked at me inquiring,

“Oh!! This is gross, would you be slapping it?”

I was waiting for this step for so long. I said,

“I have to. The book says so.”

I made Seema lie on her back on the sofa. After a bit of hesitation I straddled with my knees on her side on either side. I had her between my knees while I was almost sitting on her tummy. Seema was terrified. I gently brought my hand close to her right tit and slowly struck it from a very small distance. I did the same to the other tit with my other hand simultaneously. Seema just moaned. She was actually moaning. I was not sure but it seemed that she was enjoying this breast play. I continued this slow tit spanking exercise. Seema observed for the first time the movement in my pants as my penis was dancing up and down in its confinements. She asked,

“What is that in your pants? Are you hiding a reptile in your pocket.”

I was amazed at her innocence. I interrogated,

“Have you never seen a boy without his clothes?”

Seema replied, “Yes, they have a dirty looking small bulb there from where they pee”

I calmed her saying, “May be the book might recommend its use. Up to that time let it be a suspense.”

Seema fell for it but her eyes were still glued at that location. Seema escort ümraniye was actually playing along. Taking this opportunity I placed her hands by her side and held it securely between her body and my knees so that I could now proceed with more vigour. I moved my hand well away from her tits and then slapped her right breast with a bit more force from the side. Seema jumped. But she could not do anything but scream. I slapped her left tit and then on her nipple. She moaned louder but played along. I slapped both her nipples hard and said,

“I don’t like to do it. It is hurting to see you this way.”

I started caressing her nipples and continued,

“I even can’t see you in any kind of pain, but I have to do all this for your own benefit. Rest assured, whatever I am doing is only for you. I am not at all enjoying doing this.”

Seema had a weird look on her face. I am not sure if she was just verbally saying something but internally was somehow pleasing her. I again slapped her both the tits from the side, then from the top, bottom, between her cleavage. I was gentle with her and she too seem to be enjoying it. Her eyes were looking into my eyes and I was getting uncomfortable with it. This was a play for me but she seemed to the completely invested in this act. Her tits had become red and hot from my beating. It was looking like a hot spot on her white skin background. Seema coaxed me to continue. I slapped her tits once more from all the angles and then stopped. As soon as I got up, she withdrew her hands, took held of her breast delicately and pampered it to sooth the pain. I kept my hand gently on her tits and said,

“Don’t worry, everything would be ok”

She winced when I delicately just brushed her breast. I knew she was in pain so I suggested,

“Why don’t we take a break? We can have tea.”

Seema was more than happy to hear this. She at once wore her T-shirt back on. I prepared the tea. Now my penis had calmed down but I could feel all the wetness in my underwear. Seema was chattering about how her other friends got their homework done from their brothers. She was of the opinion that if she had an elder sibling, her life would have been smoother academically. She had now forgotten about the pain in her tits. Then finally as the clock was striking 2 pm, I told Seema,

“Let us start. Then even you have to go home and I have to study.”

Seema looked lovingly at me. I now felt a different affection for Seema. What was budding between us was now called infatuation. But I was so involved in this that I could not stop now. I took the book and read the next step:

APPLY THE CREAM FROM YOUR PARTNER’S PRIVATE PART ALL OVER YOUR TITS. ALLOW TO DRY FOR HALF HOUR. FOR THE CREAM, DO WHAT THE PARTNER SAYS.

Seema looked puzzled. She inquired,

“What cream?”

I had to delicately handle this situation. I said,

“When our private part is handled properly, it gives out white cream from escort istanbul it.”

Seema was still confused. MY penis was red hot and waiting to come out of its hiding. I gently unzipped my pants, moved my underwear exposing my erect 7 inch penis. Seema was amazed at the sight. She had just lost her visual virginity to my penis. The dark pinkish head was all wet with my precum. My circumcised penis fascinated her. I said,

“This is my private part. You see this eye here”, pointing at the aperture on the penis.

“This is where the cream comes from”

Seema came close to me and moved her hand on my penis. I held my breath. This was awesome. But I moved her away. I did not want to orgasm by a hand job. She asked,

“Where is the cream?”

I undid my pants & underwear and got rid of them. I hiked my shirt and showed her my balls under the penis. I added,

“The cream is stored here. In order to get it out, one has to manipulate it”

Seema asked,

“Every man has it, right.”

I knew this would be a tough one to answer. Because if she started looking and going with other guys I would lose her so I said,

“Yes, but beware not everybody is good. All men are not selfless. They use girls. Only your husband would be a gentleman. And yes don’t tell anyone about this treatment. Everybody is not that literate to know the treatment.”

Seema nodded. She asked,

“How do you manipulate to get the cream?”

I said, “Oh! It’s very easy. You just have to kiss it, lick it like an ice cream, suck it sometime by taking it into your mouth like a Chocolate bar. That’s it.”

Seema was shocked. But I could also see she was excited. Seema felt a weird tinge in her private part too. She told me that she felt like peeing and she rushed to the toilet. She would have gone for nearly 10 minutes. I went close to the toilet and she just opened the door. She said that she had to answer the nature’s call and hence took the time. We moved back to the living room.

I told her, “OK, I will sit on this chair. You sit on your knees and do the licking & sucking. And when I say stop release my private.”

Seema nodded hesitantly.

I sat on the chair. She did as she was told. She held my penis. The penis started moving up and down in excitement. She drew out her tongue from her mouth and touched the prick head. She kissed the head a few times. Then she licked the head making it glisten with her saliva. I told her to lick the shaft as well. She did it. Oh! I was in a different world with all the exquisite pleasure of hot breath and cool saliva on my penis. She was not taking the penis in her mouth. I held her face by one hand and positioned my devil at her mouth. I told her,

“Open your mouth. After it has gone in close your mouth around it and suck on it.”

Seema made a face opening her mouth. I pushed my penis through her partly opened lips. The pleasure was unbelievable. The hot wet confinement in which my penis was moving was sending escort göztepe currents through my frame. I was around one fourth in when Seema started to move her tongue very erratically. This was way above my expectation. I would have released some pre-cum from this excitement and Seema made a face. So I withdrew my penis a bit only to push it in again. Seema was looking sexy with her mouth wide open and sucking my wet penis.

I could not hold it any longer. I was about to cum. I told Seema to stop. She stood aside. I stood up and held my hand at the aperture. Soon the jets of my hot sperms shot out accumulating on my palm. The discharge was sufficient. Seema saw the process with at most awe. She was leaning close and watching the penis spitting the cream out. As my penis started shrinking Seema asked,

“What happened to your private part. It is dying.”

I said, “After it gives cream it has to rest for a few minutes before it is ready to give cream again. Remove your T shirt and let me apply this.”

Seema removed her T-shirt without hesitation and slept on the sofa. I slowly dripped my sperms on her breasts, massaging each tit from the base to her nipple making it sticky and hot. Seema touched her breast and the sticky juice stuck to her fingers. I sat aside. Seema closed her eyes. She was looking gorgeous. Her breast were really delicate and I was the lucky one to have massaged it with my cream. I was very happy to get my first orgasm with a girl. Seema was sweating and seem to be emanating some odour. I recalled that when she was sucking me, she had her one hand on her jeans pant. I was not sure if she was massaging her pussy over the pants.

I turned on the fan. She looked at me. I had worn my clothes back on. I went approached her, kissed her lips. She did not resist, in fact, she kissed me back with a different vigour. I told her,

“The steps are over. Wait for some time. Then go home and press your tits daily. Surely it will develop and become big.”

Seema smiled gladly that it was over at last. She said,

“I was feeling bad at the start & till the tea time. But I enjoyed the after tea session today.”

I said,

“If you like, we can have this step again any day you feel like.”

Seema inquired,

“What about my Ass Development?”

I replied, “Come after three days, I am sure you would enjoy that too.”

Soon Seema left. I was happy but I was having a terrible headache. So I slept for the day. I was lagging behind in my studies so next day I woke up early. I could not get Seema out of my mind. I was thinking about the Ass Development steps.

My head was paining again. I looked for medicine but there were none in my house. So I went to Sarla Aunt’s house. She was looking mind boggling in the saree. I was constantly looking at her tits which were so big compared to that of Seema. I was imaging how delightful it would be to press these big globes. I took the medicine and returned to my house. My penis was standing erect. Sarla was on my mind. I sat in my room, pants down, penis in hand, fantasising about pressing Sarla Aunty’s tits & fucking her cunt very hard. Soon my hand was beating my meat and I orgasmed.

In short, in the next two days I made up the book for the Ass Development ready.

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