Month: August 2024

Remembering Mrs. Bolton

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Girlfriend

All during high school, I had managed to do it, and it being the last day of my senior year, I decided that I deserved one more time.

Checking up and down the hallway and confirming that nobody was near, I leaned in and cracked the door to the girl’s locker room open just enough for a quick peek. Most of the time my peeks had been so brief that I rarely saw more than girls in their panties and bras and occasionally some wrapped in towels, but I always had high hopes of the one reason I peeked – to catch a glimpse of a naked Brenda Baker, the hottest cheerleader in school.

I was about to give up and back away from the door when Brenda appeared, wrapped in a towel, hair soaked from a shower. Her back was to me as she pulled the towel free. I grabbed my crotch involuntarily as I stared at her perfect ass.

I was so mesmerized that I nearly yelped as I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder.

Shit! I turned slowly and saw Mrs. Bolton, the school head nurse staring at me.

“Did you lose something in there, Mr. Norman?” she asked firmly.

“No, ma’am,” I answered weakly.

“Then what were you looking for, and don’t bullshit me or there will be consequences?”

“I was hoping to see one of the girls naked; I have a crush on her,” I answered honestly.

“Haven’t you already seen naked girls in magazines?”

“Yes, Ma’am, but not a real girl like Brenda.”

“Perhaps her parents would like to know how you feel about their daughter,” she said in a threatening tone.

“NO, no, ma’am, Brenda doesn’t even know that I like her, it would be embarrassing.”

“I think you need to visit the nurses’ office after school so we can discuss how to best handle this situation.”

“But I’ll miss the bus,” I contested.

“I’ll give you a ride home after our little chat, now get back to class and don’t be late this afternoon.”

Mrs. Bolton was a 52 year old widow who had been a nurse at the high school for years. She was well liked by her peers and well respected by the students. She was average in height with shoulder length brown hair. Her figure was attractive for a woman her age, just slightly too heavy to be called slender.

I was ten minutes late when I arrived at the nurse’s office and Mrs. Bolton was waiting for me. I sat in one of the chairs opposite her desk as she walked behind me and closed the Sahabet door. She stood in front of me, leaning on her desk with her arms crossed over her chest.

It was then that I noticed how short her skirt was. Standing inches in front of me, her legs were parted slightly and the hem of her skirt was midway between her knee and her thigh, and as she leaned back, her thighs were visible.

There was deathly silence in the room as I realized I was staring and then that she saw me staring, and at what I was staring. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.

“Is there something wrong, Mr. Norman?”

“Uh, no, ma’am,” I said.

She looked down and gasped; “Oh, my God, do you have an ERECTION?”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bolton,” I answered as I crossed my legs.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she said calmly, “but how are you so easily stimulated?”

“It’s your legs, ma’am; seeing a girl’s legs up high like that turns me on; I can’t help it.”

“Well, I’m pleased that you like my legs and very pleased that they excite you.”

“You are, I mean, it’s okay that I like looking at them?”

“Of course it is; it’s a compliment to a woman my age.” She was quiet for a moment and I took advantage of the chance to stare closer. Did her hem just creep higher?

“Would you like to touch them?” she asked softly.

I was so excited I just reached out and rested the palm of one hand on the inside of her thigh. My dick strained against my pants. As I was running my hand up and down her thigh, she asked, “What do you do when you’re this excited, Will?”

“Usually, I, you know, as soon as I have the chance.”

“You mean you masturbate?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Would you masturbate while thinking about my legs?”

“Um, yes, ma’am as soon as i get home.”

“That’s very exciting and another compliment to me. Pull it out, Will.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your dick. Pull it out; I want to see how hard it will get.”

“I don’t think so, it’s pretty embarrassing as it is.”

“Nonsense. I’ve accidentally aroused you and you shouldn’t be embarrassed; It’s only natural to relieve yourself when you get this way.”

Slowly I stood up, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and pushed them and my underwear down to my knees. My erection pointed straight at her.

My reaction surprised her. Sahabet Giriş “I expected to see it but not quite like this,” she said with a grin.

“This is the way I, um, relieve myself,” I answered.

“Very well, but I want to try something that I’ve never done with a young boy before; would you mind?”

“No, ma’am, anything you want,” I answered, thinking I might get fucked for the first time in my life.

“I want you to wrap your fist around the base but don’t stroke it; I want to tease you to see how hard and how big it can get.”

“Okay, I guess,” I said, doing as she told me.

She opened her blouse and pulled her bra down off her breasts. Her full breasts spilled out, the nipples staring right at me.

“Do you like my tits, Will?”

“Oh, YES, ma’am!”

“Put your hands on them and squeeze them, nice and gentle.”

I filled my hands with her breasts and my dick throbbed with joy.

“Would you like to suck on them sometime?” she asked, smiling at me.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” I gushed. “Oh, sorry, ma’am.”

“That’s okay, I know you’re excited. Stroke yourself but very, very slowly.”

My hand began to jerk up and down but she stopped me. “No, no, you can’t do it the way I want; let ME do it for you,” she said. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the tip of my dick and she just twisted it slowly like a fleshy knob.

“I know boys think of jerking off on a girl’s tits. Would you like to come on my tits, Will?”

“Oh, yeah, please, Mrs. Bolton, can I?”

“No, dear, remember it’s “May I?””

“May I please come on your tits, Mrs. Bolton, please?” I begged.

“Of course not,” she said, lightly squeezing the tip of my dick.

“Lift up and hold the hem of my skirt so you can see my panties.”

I nearly lost it when I saw the soaked crotch of her white cotton panties.

“That’s my vagina, right there, Will. Have you ever seen a real vagina?”

I moaned like a puppy. “No, ma’am, can I, I mean, MAY I see your vagina?”

“Oh, no, that would be inappropriate,” she said, squeezing her fist around the tip of my erection. The tip was already slick with precum and it was getting wetter.

“Reach down with one hand and rub the crotch with your fingers, Will.”

Nothing in life could have made me harder, and my heart beat in my chest as I slid my hand Sahabet Yeni Giriş down between her legs and rubbed my fingers across the wet fabric. I moaned with excitement.

Her fist rubbed back and forth over just the tip of my dick and I felt that I might cover her hand with my sperm any minute. The fingernails on her free hand lightly scratched the underside of my scrotum.

“Smell and taste your fingers, Will, it’s just like smelling or tasting my vagina.”

My dick throbbed uncontrollably in her fist as I smelled my finger tips and then sucked on my fingers. I almost whined with excitement and need.

“Close your eyes and imagine this, Will, I’m going to put my vagina right on your tongue; can you taste it, can you taste my vagina, Will?”

I nearly cried with frustration and excitement. Why was she torturing me like this?

“Cum for me, Will,” she said, jerking the tip of my dick, “CUM NOW!”

I am certain anybody outside the building heard me yell as I came, shooting my load, spurt after spurt as she stroked my dick.

When I was spent, I opened my eyes and collapsed into the chair behind me. Mrs. Bolton stooped in front of me, displaying a small puddle of my cum in her cupped hand.

“Very impressive, Mr. Norman,” she said.

I was panting and unsure of what to do or say. “That was amazing, Mrs. Bolton; thank you for relieving me,” was all I could muster.

“You’re welcome and thank you for letting me try that experiment with you. I’ve always wanted to see just how excited I could make a young man get.”

As I was rearranging my pants, she went behind her desk and sat down. She looked at me pensively for a moment. “Ordinarily at this point a man would reciprocate in some way, but I doubt you have the right experience to do that.”

“No, ma’am, I’m still a virgin except for what you just did and my own masturbation.”

“There is so much a woman my age can teach a young man like you, Mr. Norman. If you would like to visit me at home we could spend time in my study to discuss and experiment with things that will change your life.”

“I would love that, Mrs. Bolton. May I call you by your first name?”

“No, you may not. I am Mrs. Bolton to you, or if you prefer, ma’am will do.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy. And if you keep our little experiment here confidential, you’ll experience everything sexual you ever dreamed of and more.”

“I’m looking forward to it, Mrs. Bolton.”

“Excellent. Shall we we say this Saturday afternoon for your next lesson?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, and Mr. Norman, do NOT masturbate before then.”

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Marianne Fucks Chapter 6

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Ass

One afternoon, a couple of weeks after the group ‘punishment’ in the changing rooms and after James’s stellar performance for the ladies of the Aquarobics Group, I was at my counter – I think I was actually folding towels – and I could see a lad who looked a lot like Martin from the ‘punishment’ lurking around in the foyer of the pool.

He was sitting over by the window, scrolling through his phone, looking out at the car park, glancing over at me every once in a while. I wondered what he was up to. And as I wondered — having a photographic memory for young men’s cocks — I remembered his. How perfect it was. And what a hot connection we had. I said at the time that he was my favourite among the Swimming Pool Five and he was the only one I kissed. So young. So cute. So innocent… well, except when he was coating an old lady’s mouth with his hot young sperm.

Anyway, after about half an hour of this shady behaviour, I called him over. ‘Martin, isn’t it?’ I started in, knowing full well it was.

‘Yes, Miss,’ he answered, blushing already.

‘What are you doing hanging around here? Are you waiting for someone? Have you been stood up?’

‘No, Miss… I… I…’

Bless him. So nervous he couldn’t even get out what he wanted to say to me.

‘Go on…’ I encouraged, kindly.

‘I needed to ask you something but it’s a bit… I don’t know… weird?’

‘Oh, I like weird,’ I chuckled. Surely he knew that by now. ‘What is it?’

‘I wanted to ask if…’ He was looking everywhere but at me. ‘If you’d let me fuck you?’ At which his whole face burned red and I think mine did too.

I let it sink in a bit but just as I thought he was going to run away out of sheer embarrassment, I repeated. ‘You want me to let you fuck me? Me a woman in her late sixties and you… How old are you again?’

I remembered exactly how old he was but I let him say, ‘Nineteen Miss.’

So, I’m 50 years older than this lad and yet he still wants to fuck me, I thought to myself. I know it’s not because I’m that stunning — I’m alright looking but even at Martin’s age, I doubt he ever would have looked at me twice – but I must have something if a young man as good looking as this wants that from me.

‘You see…’ and he looked around, as if to check there was no one could hear him as he said it, ‘it would be my first time.’ By now the blush was heading from his face down his neck to his smooth chest that I could see through the open buttons of his shirt.

‘If it’s your first time,’ I said, discreetly, not wanting to cause him any embarrassment, ‘don’t you want to do it with a girl your own age, someone you’re in a relationship with, someone maybe…?’

‘I want to do it with you, Miss,’ he interrupted, looking me in the eye for once so I could tell he was serious. I let it hang there for a moment, not because my vagina was tingling at the idea of this gorgeous young man wanting to fuck me, but because I wanted to Sahabet savour it, savour the expectation.

‘I’ll need to see ID,’ I said, almost as a joke, but actually, he did look young and even if he was at University, maybe he was one of those who made it in early. It wouldn’t hurt to be sure. He fumbled in his bag — I noticed he’d brought his kit — pulled out a wallet, riffled through it and found a driver’s licence. There he was, cute little bleached out face on the card and a date of birth that proved, yes, he was a full 50 years younger than me at 19.

‘Well, I’d like to think about it,’ I said, knowing that I didn’t need to think about it but wanting to make him want it even more than he clearly already did. ‘Why don’t you go in and have a swim and by the time you’re finished, I’ll be just about ready to close up and we can discuss…? How does that sound?’

‘Yes, Miss,’ he said, relieved not to have received a flat, outraged ‘no’. ‘That sounds great Miss. I’ll see you in about an hour.’

It was the longest but hottest hour of my life, the idea that I was going to have that gorgeous cock — the one I’d enjoyed so much a couple of weeks ago, a cock so young and unblemished and beautiful — inside of me. I could still actually remember the taste of his sperm, though that would probably not end up in my mouth tonight… not at first, anyway.

As it got towards closing time, I went into the ladies’ changing room, did a couple of, ‘Come on now, ladies, it’s that time,’ just to get the slow coaches moving. Then knocked on the men’s changing room and shouted in the door, ‘Time gentlemen, please!’ It seemed to work: a few stragglers came out, said their goodnights until the only person I hadn’t seen was Martin.

Having locked the main doors and turned out the lobby lights, I went into the men’s changing room and locked the door behind me — you wouldn’t believe the size of the ring of keys I have to carry around with me. It was all quiet in there apart from the sound of a shower across the changing room. I walked towards it, noticing a pile of clothes and a pair of yellow Speedos hanging on the hook. I stopped to check the Speedos and Martin had done a lovely job of removing the lining: really neat snipping. I wished I’d seen him wearing them but assumed there would be other opportunities for that.

When I got to the showers — they’re open so there’s none of the privacy of individual cubicles… well, it’s an old pool — I could see, with his back turned to me, Martin soaping himself down, his hands darting under his arms, under his balls, in his arse crack, his head under the water at all times. As he started to turn, I could see that his beautiful cock was already semi-erect, maybe from the washing, maybe from the thought of what he was hoping to be doing with it within a few minutes.

‘Don’t wash all the smell off it,’ I said, smiling, giving him a start.

‘Oh, sorry Miss…’ he said, Sahabet Giriş not realising that I was joking. ‘I just wanted to be really clean for you.’

‘You’ll do,’ I said, picking up his towel from the hook at the entrance to the showers. He walked towards me looking delicious with the water making his body shine, his cock bouncing in front of him, his balls smooth and spongy, what little pubic hair he had had now gone, his eyes turned to the floor. When he reached me, instead of handing him the towel, I started to dry him. First his shoulders, then, spinning him, his back and his gorgous meaty buttocks, then — ‘arms up!’ — his armpits, which made him squirm with ticklishness. When I turned him back round to dry his chest, his cock was sticking out horizontally so it grazed my belly. I pretended not to notice and just dried his body.

Then, crouching down — so glad I did all those years of yoga so I can crouch pretty easily, even at my age — I started to dry his calves, his thighs… obviously with his cock throbbing with the blood coursing into it, right there at face level. I couldn’t resist taking the head in my mouth at which I heard an under-the-breath ‘fuuuuck’ and felt Martin’s hands take the back of my head. Since this wasn’t a ‘punishment’, he was obviously allowed to do this and it felt good having that long thick cock slid into my mouth and out again, going deep each time until I opened my throat and allowed him all the way in until my nose was right up against his freshly shaven pubic area. I could feel the smooth balls on my chin as my eyes began to water and his strokes became more urgent.

Pulling myself off him with a gasp, I licked the length of his cock, licked his balls, licked all around his cock while my hand up between his legs was drawing him towards me by his arse. Pushing his legs further apart with my knees, I worked the throbbing perineum and, with my finger, found his little hole, circling it as he moaned softly.

Getting back to my feet, I looked around and saw that he’d made a little nest on one of the changing benches with clean towels. Sweet! I took him by his penis and led him across the changing room to the nest and sat him down, his cock sticking straight up against his belly.

‘Now, you’re sure you want to do this?’ I asked, stroking his face with my hand.

‘Yes, Miss,’ he said, blushing. ‘I really want to do this.’

He looked so shy and sweet, I leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then his cheek, then his mouth. He took the back of my head and held my mouth against his, opening against me and pressing his tongue into me. For someone who had never had sex, he was an excellent kisser, his tongue just the right combination of urgent and relaxed. The kiss went on for minutes while I reached down and, using precum that was leaking from his cock, started to massage it, causing him to jump when I hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Pushing him Sahabet Güncel Giriş back on the towels so he was on his back and looking up at me, I raised the skirt of my work overall, ripped the seam of my tights and fished inside to push my knickers to one side. As this was all unexpected, I didn’t want to get naked as I hadn’t tidied myself up down there. Straddling his hips on my knees, I reached back to grasp his cock and guided it through the hole in my tights to the lips of my vagina and simply rubbed it backwards and forwards along the slit, using his precum as lubricant. He threw his head back, mouthed a silent ‘fuck’ and grabbed me by the hips.

I carried on doing this for a while, seeing as it felt so sensual not only for him but for me. To think I’d been having sex with a husband I found in no way attractive for years and here I was, late 60s, with the most beautiful lad I’d seen in ages begging for me to let him fuck me. With my eyes wide open looking at his face in ecstasy, one hand on his nipples, which I’d noticed were particularly sensitive, I guided his cock and slowly took it inside me. He groaned.

‘I never…’ he gasped. ‘I never imagined it would feel so good to be in a woman’s pussy. Thank you, Miss.’ I was slowly rising and falling on his cock, feeling the full beautiful length of it inside me, but I could feel his hips thrusting so I rose a bit and let him slide in and out on his own. It was slow but urgent and, pulling him out of me, I laid back next to him and said, ‘You’ll find it more satisfying on top.’ So, standing between my legs, his cock dripping with precum and my juices (I may be old, but I never lost my ability to juice), he took me by the backs of my knees — ‘Is that comfortable, Miss?’ — and redirected himself back through the hole in my tights to my greedy vagina.

In this position, looking me squarely in the eyes looking for reassurance, his face sweating and his hair sticky, he moved in and out of me, building speed, his smooth balls slapping against me, my vagina sensitive to every bit of his cock. He was moaning and biting his lips and I couldn’t help but join him, gasping every time his cock hit home.

‘Can I…’ he started to ask a question while still sliding in and out of me. ‘Can I… cum inside you, Miss?’ he asked after a few moments of this. ‘Of course you can, sweetheart,’ I answered, at which I felt his arse clench, his cock go as deep into me as it could and watched the sweet release on his beautiful face. And there was a lot. I felt his cock pumping and pumping and pumping until, all of his sperm now inside me, he slowly pulled out jumping from the shocks to his extra sensitive cock as he did.

I sat up, already feeling that warm sticky sperm dripping out of me, reached forward, took his now deflating cock in my hand and guided it to my mouth, just so he could enjoy those last few moments of ecstasy. Eventually, exhausted, he sat down next to me, breathing heavily, his cock finally going down. He seemed thoughtful, sad almost.

‘Are you OK, Martin? Was that alright?’

‘Miss, it was so beautiful,’ he said, looking at me with a smile. ‘I never knew it would feel so nice… You’ll always be my first now.’

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Heather Finds the Cougar within Her

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Amateur

All characters in this story are over 18 years old. Be forewarned, there is a very gradual build-up but it leads to a nice climax.

Josh and Kyle became friends on the first day of high school. They had gone to different middle schools but were in the same homeroom and shared many of the same classes. They were often assigned seats close to one another which allowed them to become even closer during their developing teen years.

Josh’s dad passed away when he was in middle school and was raised by his mom. Kyle’s parents were still together but his dad spent a lot of time working or was out of town on business so he was hardly ever around. The boys seemed to always be together and spent much of their free time at one another’s house.

Seeing that Josh was being raised by a single mom, he often helped his mom in the kitchen when she was preparing meals. Sometimes when he was at Kyle’s house at dinner time, it wasn’t unusual for him to drift from the TV and help Heather in the kitchen too. He liked helping out and he had some great conversations with Kyle’s mom. She appreciated the help and enjoyed Josh’s company.

Whenever Josh was visiting Kyle, he always made sure to say hello to Kyle’s mom and see how she was doing. He knew from their previous conversations that she was frustrated that Kyle’s dad was never around but she seemed to deal with it as best she could. Heather liked the simple gesture of a polite young man asking how her day was going.

Over time, Heather and Josh became friends too, not that they spent that much time together but because she was his best friend’s mom, they saw a lot of each other. She would often drive them to and from parties or the movies. It was almost like she was a second mom to Josh.

Once the boys graduated from high school, Josh didn’t see Heather as much. Kyle went to a college out of town while Josh stayed local to save on the cost of his education. After Kyle graduated, Josh was shocked when he heard that Heather and her husband were getting a divorce. Apparently, he had been cheating on her for a while with a younger woman. They stayed together until Kyle was out of the house before they split up.

Kyle told Josh that his mom was getting a substantial settlement in the divorce and was financially set for life. Josh couldn’t understand how anyone could divorce Heather. She was an attractive older woman in her mid-40s with blonde hair and blue eyes. She carried a few extra pounds, especially in her hips and butt. However, she had lovely perky breasts that sagged a little.

Josh was never sexually attracted to Heather, after all, she was his best friend’s mom. That began to change a little after Josh and Kyle started college. They would get together whenever Kyle was in town for a long weekend or the holidays. After the divorce, Heather started working out and lost a few pounds, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Josh.

While he saw the change in Heather’s physique, Josh still didn’t look at Heather in a sexual manner. Things changed one time when Kyle was home for the summer and Josh was at their house for dinner. While helping prepare dinner, Josh took note of Heather’s bouncing breasts under her tank top which indicated she wasn’t wearing a bra. That fact was confirmed when after looking for something in the refrigerator, she turned around and her nipples were poking out through her top. Josh tried not to look but he was a normal young man who couldn’t help but be attracted to her chest.

Heather was also wearing shorts and Josh noticed her slimmed-down ass and legs. He scolded himself for looking at his best friend’s mom like that. After dinner, he was helping her clean up the kitchen and while washing some pots, Heather splashed some water on her tank top. Her wet top became transparent like she was in a wet t-shirt contest. The material clung tightly to her chest to reveal the outline of her perfectly formed breasts. Her brown areola also showed through her top. Josh was staring at Heather’s tits, marveling at their beauty.

Heather was a little embarrassed but was mildly flattered that she attracted the attention of a young man. When she found out her husband was having an affair, Heather lost confidence in herself and didn’t feel attractive anymore. Even though several men tried to date her after the divorce, she rebuffed their efforts. She let Josh stare at her exposed chest for several seconds before she went to change. She also noticed he was getting the beginnings of an erection which brought her some inner joy.

When she got back, both of them acted as though nothing happened. It was only an accidental exposure, but it got Heather’s juices flowing a little from knowing a young man saw her breasts. From the look on his face and by the way he stared at her chest, Heather knew Josh liked what he saw. Later that night, she pulled out her trusty vibrator while thinking dirty thoughts about the events from earlier and what she would like to do with a younger man.

While alone in his room, Sahabet Josh felt a touch of guilt because he couldn’t get the thought of Heather’s exposed tits out of his mind. He was a horny young man and stroked himself to orgasm while wondering what Kyle’s mom’s fleshy mounds felt like or if her ass was as firm as it appeared.

From that day forward, Heather and Josh silently looked at each other differently. Josh was turning into a handsome young man with dark hair and blue eyes. He began to work out regularly after high school and had developed a muscular body that any woman would love. His toned chest was now covered in a fine layer of manly hair. He had bulging biceps and six-pack abs. His legs and ass were just as firm.

Heather loved it when the boys began to lift weights in her garage. She would often go out there to offer them something to drink while silently marveling at Josh’s toned body. Those episodes would often lead to her masturbating when she was alone in her room fantasizing about a young man ravishing her body.

Josh also noticed Heather’s womanly body in greater detail. It seemed that when he was at their house, she happened to be wearing tight tops and shorts. He especially enjoyed seeing Heather wearing her figure-hugging yoga pants. Even though she still had wider hips, he loved checking out her ass in them. Sometimes when she would bend over, Josh could see Heather’s panties underneath which only drove him to want to see more of her.

One time in their junior year of college, Josh and Kyle were out partying and Josh spent the night at Kyle’s. They were out late and Josh had to use the bathroom in what he thought was the middle of the night. It was actually early in the morning and he planned on going back to sleep after using the facilities. He was a little hungover and walked groggily to the bathroom wearing just his boxer briefs. He also had a bit of a morning erection.

When he opened the bathroom door, he was quickly brought out of his half-sleeping state when he saw Heather standing there completely nude, drying herself after a morning shower. They were both shocked, so stunned that they both stared at one another for several seconds.

Josh’s eyes were drawn to Kyle’s mom’s natural breasts and her hairy bush. His dick began to get more erect, a fact that Heather quickly noticed. She was busy staring between his legs which stalled her efforts to cover herself. Josh’s eyes darted to her supple ass and bare legs as he became fully erect. When Josh became aware of his state of arousal, he placed his hands in front of himself to hide his erection.

He blushed and stammered, “I, I, I’m s-s-sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.”

Heather then covered her nude body with the towel even though the sides of her breasts and ass were still visible and replied, “Uh, that’s okay. I’ll be done in a minute.”

Josh quickly retreated and closed the door behind him. He waited in Kyle’s room until he thought Heather was done in the bathroom. However, as he returned, they passed each other in the hallway. She had her towel wrapped around her but it barely covered her ass. She smiled as she passed a blushing Josh who couldn’t even look at her. However, he turned his head to check her out as she walked away.

Heather thought it was cute that Josh was so embarrassed but she got a thrill out of him seeing her naked and was especially flattered that he got a full erection after seeing her. It was a great boost to her confidence.

Later after breakfast, Heather reassured Josh by telling him, “I know that what happened earlier this morning was an accident. It happens. Don’t be embarrassed. Let’s both pretend it never happened.”

“Thanks but I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Don’t worry. It’s okay.”

While they may have agreed to pretend it never happened, neither one of them could get it out of their minds. Heather would relive it in her mind while using her vibrator and wondering what Josh’s hard cock looked like, tasted like, or how it would feel in her pussy. Josh would often think of a naked Heather while jerking off or even while he was having sex with another girl. The images of that morning would be permanently embedded in their minds.

Not much happened between Heather and Josh after that day. They still admired each other from afar but neither of them acted upon their private fantasies. Besides the obvious age difference, Heather was still the mother of Josh’s best friend. Nothing was ever going to happen between them.

After Heather got divorced, her friend Marge was always trying to get her to start dating again. She even tried to fix Heather up with single men but she resisted Marge’s efforts. Heather was so hurt by her cheating husband, she didn’t know if she could ever trust another man again.

Marge would tell her, “You don’t have to marry someone, but you need to get laid. You’re still young and attractive, you need to get back out there and get some action.”

“I don’t know, Sahabet Giriş Marge. I was never one to have one-night stands.”

Marge convinced Heather to try an online dating service but Heather told her, “I’ve tried dating a couple of guys but the guys that are out there are either damaged goods or creeps. I can’t even count how many dick pics I’ve received.”

Eventually, Marge gave up on getting her friend another male companion. She’d hint around at times but she figured she should let her friend move at her own pace.

Heather was financially secure but she wanted to do some traveling but didn’t want to go alone. During Kyle’s senior year, she invited him to go on a cruise of the Caribbean with her during spring break. She even told him he could invite Josh and she would pay for the entire trip. Neither young man was going to pass up this opportunity and quickly accepted her offer. The plan was for Heather to get a cabin for herself while the guys would share another.

All of them were excited for this adventure and, with Marge’s encouragement, Heather bought a bikini to wear along with some sexier dresses. They were sexy without being trashy, after all, she was still traveling with her son and his friend.

Marge told her, “This is the perfect opportunity to find a guy to have some fun with. You’ll be on the ship alone for a few days and you’ll never see each other again. Come on, live a little.”

“I don’t know, Marge. I’ll think about it but I can’t promise anything.”

“How long has it been since you’ve had sex and your vibrator doesn’t count,” Marge asked.

“It’s been a while,” Heather replied but too embarrassed to tell her friend it was years ago.

“Well, it’s going to dry up if you don’t use it. You need to get laid. Besides, you’re fifty now. You can’t wait too much longer.”

“Gee, thanks but I get what you’re saying. Let’s see what happens.”

Heather fully understood what her friend was saying. She hadn’t had sex with a man since before her husband left. She was horny but found it difficult to put herself out there again. Maybe Marge was right. Maybe it was time to have some fun. She didn’t know if she could do anything while she was with her son but he’d be off having his own fun.

Heather was surprised when Kyle even told her, “I don’t know how to tell you this, Mom, but if you meet someone on the ship, I understand.”

She was thinking, “Oh my gosh, even he thinks I need to get laid.”

She replied, “I want you to have fun on your own too. Don’t think you have to entertain me.”

All three of them were excited on the day the ship set sail on their five-day cruise. The guys’ heads were turning at all of the young women on board and the girls were checking them out too. They were both thinking this was going to be a great vacation.

They grabbed a quick lunch and went back to their cabins to change into their swimwear. The plan was to go to the adult-only area, soak in the hot tub, and have a drink or two. They found three lounge chairs to place their belongings and headed toward the hot tub with drinks in their hands.

Heather looked at her son and his friend wondering where the time had gone. It seemed like only yesterday that they were boys playing in the yard and almost instantly they had become young men who could legally order a drink. Josh had lost that boyish look and had become a hunk of a young man. They talked and laughed in the hot tub, totally relaxing as the ship was leaving the port.

While she was on her second drink, Heather was warm from the hot water and sat on the edge of the hot tub to cool down. She was wearing a conservative one-piece suit but Josh sat off to her side admiring her bare legs, red nail-polished toes, and thick thighs. Her suit was still damp and clung tightly to her body as her nipples pushed back against the top. The fabric was hugging her lower half as well and Josh saw a noticeable camel toe. His face was only a foot or two away from her pussy. He saw wisps of her pussy hair peeking out from the sides of her swimsuit.

Heather didn’t know what Josh was looking at but she could feel his eyes on her as she sat there in an almost pose-like position. She took comfort in the fact she was drawing a young man’s attention in a less-than-flattering swimsuit. She eventually rejoined them in the hot tub until it was time to get ready for dinner.

Before getting dressed, Heather paused in front of the full-length mirror in her cabin, doing a couple of twists and turns to check out her nude profile, thinking, “You know, I’m not in bad shape for a woman my age. I should be darn proud of my looks.”

When Josh and Kyle came to get Heather for dinner, Josh told her, “You look beautiful tonight, Mrs. Wardman.”

“Thank you, Josh, but you can call me Heather.”

“Are you making a play for my mom?” Kyle jokingly asked.

“Come on, man, it’s just good manners to compliment a lady.”

“I was just joking, Josh.”

However, Josh meant Sahabet Güncel Giriş every word of his compliment as he eyed Heather in her strapless flowered knee-length sundress. It followed her slim torso and flared out at the bottom to give her a sassy look. Josh took a special liking to her bare shoulders. Even though Heather was now 50, she looked great.

The three of them had a nice sit-down dinner, enjoying the expertly prepared food and drinks. Heather was more relaxed than she had been in a while. It was nice for her to see that her son and his friend were now fine young men. For them, it was fun to have a drink with Heather as adults.

After dinner, they went to a couple of bars to continue their vacation. They were getting off to a great start and were feeling no pain when they decided to go back to their rooms. The fellas naturally slept in the next day and had a late breakfast before joining Heather in the adult-only area because the area around the outdoor pool was already filled with families. They didn’t mind lounging around and enjoying more drinks after lunch.

Heather was relaxing with a good book but was stealing glances at some of the bare-chested men. However, her eyes kept drifting back to Josh and his young muscular body. He and Kyle were talking to several young ladies but the conversations seemed short-lived, much to their disappointment.

Josh was also checking out Heather’s shapely legs and limited cleavage that was showing in her one-piece bathing suit. He wondered why guys weren’t trying to talk to her but most of the ship was filled with couples which limited her opportunities.

During dinner that evening, Kyle wasn’t eating much and said he didn’t have much of an appetite while both Josh and Heather were extremely hungry. This wasn’t normal for Kyle because he usually had a very healthy appetite. He didn’t even want his dessert. Josh and Heather knew something was wrong. Kyle said he was tired and went back to the cabin which left Josh and Heather wondering what to do next.

Heather told Josh, “You don’t have to keep me company. You’re a young man, you should go have some fun with people your own age.”

“I don’t mind, Mrs. Wardman, I mean, Heather. I don’t mind hanging out with you. You’re one of my best friends anyway.”

It was a great compliment from Josh and made her feel better about not interfering with his fun. They ended up exploring the ship together while stopping in various bars along the way. They had a great evening talking and drinking and getting to know one another better than they already did. It was a long day and had been doing a lot of drinking so they were both tired fairly early and decided to call it a night just after eleven.

As they approached the doors to their rooms, it was almost like a first date where you don’t want the night to end but you know it’s time to go. If it was a first date it probably would have ended with a tender kiss goodnight but they said their goodbyes and went to their cabins.

Kyle was sound asleep when Josh got inside and did his best not to wake his friend. Kyle never moved as Josh got ready for bed and fell asleep. When Josh woke up the next morning, Kyle was still out cold but was beginning to stir.

When Kyle finally opened his eyes, Josh asked, “How ya doing, buddy?”

“Not good. Not good at all. It must have been something I ate.”

“You didn’t eat too much so I doubt it’s that.”

Josh went to get Heather who quickly felt his forehead and said, “You need to see a doctor. You have a fever.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, Kyle, we’re going to go see the ship doctor.”

It turns out Kyle had some type of virus that the doctor said would probably go away in twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Kyle was deeply disappointed but there was nothing he could do. The doctor recommended that he be isolated in his room so he didn’t spread the virus any further. He said several other people on the ship had it too.

Josh felt fine and they decided the only option would be for Kyle to go into his mom’s room and she’d share a room with Josh. It was awkward but there was nothing anyone could do. Kyle had barely unpacked so the move was easy. Housekeeping disinfected the room and Josh just had to hope he didn’t catch whatever Kyle had.

Heather told Josh, “I know this is uncomfortable but we don’t have any other options.”

“Yeah, it’s not like we’re going to spend much time in the room anyway.”

“We’ll figure it out, Josh.”

This was the first port that the ship stopped at and Heather was reluctant to leave Kyle alone but he told her, “Look, I’m probably going to sleep all day anyway so you guys should go ahead without me. I’ll be fine.”

Heather’s instincts told her to stay back but Kyle insisted so she and Josh decided to go to a beach close to the ship. Kyle promised to text message her if he needed anything.

After switching rooms, Heather found her conservative swimsuit was still damp and didn’t want to wear it again. The only other swimwear she had was the bikini Marge convinced her to buy. She wondered what Josh would think of her wearing it and had to summon all of her courage to put it on. She wore her shorts and tank top over it and they left for the beach.

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An Unexpected School Reunion Ch. 03

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I made the drive from home to my old school relatively smoothly even if it was rush hour, with lots of schoolkids being driven to their places of education.

Dread filled me as I parked up my car, especially after my last two encounters with my old teacher, Miss Malone. I only had one job to do today, fit the comms cabinet in the reception area, then I could leave. An hour, maybe 90 minutes at most, easy!

I walked into the reception area and as expected Carol, the receptionist was sat at her desk, quietly working away. She looked up as I approached and greeted me with a warm smile, “Morning Sam, how are you today?”

“Good thanks Carol, and you?” I replied.

“I’m good too thanks, I’m glad it’s Friday though, it’s been a long week.”

I chuckled, then said, “It has indeed, any plans for the weekend?”

“No, not really Sam, a few chores at home, probably see my parents too, that’s about it, you?”

I sat on the edge of her desk and answered, “Similar Carol, nothing too exciting really.”

I liked Carol, she had an easy way about her, was friendly and not at all unattractive, in fact she was just my type.

“No husband or boyfriend to entertain? Girlfriend?” I enquired, adding the last word, just to be PC.

“Nope, no man in my life right now and definitely no lady either!” she laughed. I watched on as her sizeable bust shook as she laughed, the smart cream blouse, doing very little to disguise her considerable breasts.

I was about to speak again, when the clack of heels interrupted me. We both looked up to see who it was wearing them. My old teacher Miss Malone was heading in our direction. My heart sank, I’d dearly hoped to avoid her today, but no such luck!

Carol busied herself behind her computer screen and I tried to look busy with my phone.

“What were you two laughing about?” Penny Malone asked.

I shot a quick look at Carol, then smiled a benign answer, “Nothing in particular, just passing the time of day.”

Then to Carol, “Can I have the storeroom keys please Carol, I best get on.”

Carol handed me the keys and I hurried off before Penny could interrogate me further. I chanced a glance over my shoulder as I left and saw Miss Malone stood, hands on hips, looking somewhat befuddled.

So far so good. I’d hoped to keep away from her and I’d managed to escape her thus far.

I unlocked the storeroom and stepped in, the cabinet I needed was right in front of me, along with all the fixtures and fittings I needed. I could be back in the reception in less than two minutes, but didn’t want to rush, if my plan to avoid my old teacher was to work. Instead, I moved to the rear of the room and began to check things were all ok, even though, I knew they were.

“Is everything ok Sam?” came an all too familiar voice from behind me. It was Miss Malone, “only I could swear you’re trying to avoid me.”

I jumped at the voice, then muttered a reply, “Um yes, yes all ok thank you Penny, just um, just checking a few things, thanks.”

“Oh ok, well if you need anything you know where to find me.”

I watched as she span on her heels and walked away. As much as I hate to say it I was mesmerised by my old teacher. Once again she looked the epitome of elegance dressed in a skirt, dark grey in colour, to just above her knees, tight fitting and showing off her arse beautifully. A deep red nylon encased her legs today, with matching kitten heels on her feet. Her blouse, also red in colour, tucked into her skirt completed the look.

I twitched at the sight, despite myself, I was after all trying to avoid her, but again my cock was threatening to mislead me!

I poked my head out the door to check if the coast was clear and then quickly wheeled the trolley with the cabinet on it out, locked the door and headed back to the reception, where the cabinet was going to be installed.

Carol looked up as I entered the room, smiling, “Did I imagine it, or did you try to avoid Miss Malone on purpose Sam?”

“Was I that obvious Carol?” I responded.

She laughed, “You were out of here like a shot Sam! Is there something wrong or going on between you two?”

I went beetroot red! “No, no, not at all Carol, I just wanted to get this job done and get home, it is Friday after all, POETS day if you like.”

“POETS day?” Carol enquired.

I laughed, “Yes, Piss Off Early Tomorrows Saturday!”

Carol threw her head back and laughed heartily, again I was taken by her voluminous bust jiggling under her blouse, I tried not to stare, but failed miserably and Carol can’t have failed to notice as she stopped laughing.

“Err, anyway Carol, I need to get this cabinet up, so I need to get behind your desk. There’s plenty of room, so I’ll crack on if that’s ok?” I asked.

“Yes of course Sam, please crack on, I’ll try to keep out of your way,” Sahabet said Carol.

I made a start and soon had the holes drilled and frame for the cabinet good to go, hopefully another 30 minutes at most and I could get out of there before Miss Malone came back.

“I’m going to make a cuppa Sam, would you like one?” Carol asked, rising from her desk. “Tea? Coffee?”

“A tea would be great please Carol, milk no sugar thanks,” I answered.

I watched as Carol wandered off, I’d yet to properly see below her waist, but wasn’t disappointed to see a nice tight skirt and white nylon on her legs. Carol had quite a broad backside, which went well with her considerable bust. Yes it’s safe to say that Carol was definitely my type and most certainly more so than Miss Penny Malone!

I busied myself again and only stopped when Carol returned with the drinks. She set them down on her desk and stood on the other side sipping hers, while I drank mine. Then the phone rang, Carol leant forward to pick up the receiver, as she did so her blouse gaped open and I could see right down her top. There was plenty of cleavage on show, milky white all encased in white lace. Carol carried on leaning, head down, over her desk, so I carried on looking, thoroughly enjoying the view. I only averted my gaze when I heard her say goodbye, I’d certainly got a good eyeful of her chest and I’d definitely responded down below.

I turned slightly and tried to surreptitiously adjust myself, “You ok there Sam?” Carol asked from behind me.

“Err yes, thanks Carol, bloody belt is too loose, just checking it,” I lied.

“Oh right, I thought things looked too tight not loose!” came her reply.

I looked back at her, she winked at me!

“Come on Sam, I know you were looking down my top before. You were also checking my legs out yesterday as well, I saw you.” she said with a cheeky grin.

I’d been rumbled, well and truly!

“Was I really that obvious Carol?” I asked.

“Afraid so Sam, not that I actually mind though, it’s nice to be admired by a hunky man.”

I laughed at that last remark. “I’m far from hunky Carol, but well, I’m sorry for being so obvious, it’s just, well I like to see an attractive lady, who dresses nicely Carol. Sorry if I came across as leery, I’ll try not to look in future.”

“Don’t be soft Sam,” she replied, “I quite like you looking, makes me feel good about myself.”

I was very much liking where this conversation was going now. Carol was definitely my type as I said before, but now it seemed like I might be hers and she certainly seemed to be a laugh if nothing else. I’ll ask her out, yes that’s what I’ll do, the thought flew into my head.

There was a few seconds silence as I steadied myself to ask Carol out and just as I opened my mouth, “Are you two having fun?”

It was Miss Malone! Bollocks!

I turned away, to carry on working, but Penny persisted, “Mr Harris, I asked you a question.”

Carol spoke first, “It was just a friendly chat, Miss Malone.”

“Hmm, well Mr Harris, can you please come to my office when you’re finished here?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Yes of course, Miss Malone,” I replied, then turned back to the job at hand.

Carol put her head down and went back to work and Miss Malone wandered off.

Waiting until she was sure she’d gone, Carol hissed, “What the hell is up with her Sam? I’ve never seen her like that before!”

“No idea Carol,” I replied, trying to raise a smile, but failing miserably, “guess I’ll find out in due course though.”

All too soon I had the cabinet in position on the wall behind Carols desk, I double checked it was fully secured, tidied away all the tools onto the trolley and wheeled it back to the storeroom. I locked the door behind me once more and headed back to the reception area again.

As before Carol was quietly working away, tapping her keyboard and clicking her computer mouse. I dropped the key to the store in front of her with a growing feeling of dread slowly gripping me. Carol must have sensed my unease as she questioned, “Are you ok Sam? You’ve gone as white as a sheet.”

“I’m not too sure if I’m honest Carol, I feel like the condemned, being summoned to the heads office! Miss Malone just makes me really nervous.” I replied.

Carol lowered her voice conspiratorially, “She has that affect on everyone here Sam, she’s a bit of a battle axe by all accounts.”

I smiled weakly at Carol, “Well I best go see what she wants I suppose Carol.”

“Do you know what I think Sam?” Carol said.

I shook my head, “I think she needs a damn good seeing too! Some one out there must be brave enough to, don’t you think?”

I laughed nervously, “Haha, yes maybe Miss Frosty knickers needs just that, who knows? Right, wish me luck, see ya Carol.”

And with that I walked quietly away towards Miss Malone’s office. It felt like a walk of the condemned following the events of the last couple of days. I stopped outside Sahabet Giriş the office door, the highly polished brass name plate shone with ‘Deputy Headteacher’ neatly engraved on it.

I knocked and waited, no answer, I knocked again, waited again, nothing, no answer at all. Dare I try the door handle? I gripped the brass handle, it was cold to the touch. I let go, knocked once more, waited another 30 seconds, Miss Malone was definitely not there. Great! I could walk away and not have to see her. Not have to possibly be humiliated again. Made to feel small again.

I quickly turned on my heels and headed back to reception and the door to the outside World and freedom!

I flew into the reception area as quick as my feet would carry me. Carol looked up at me with a look of surprise, “That was quick Sam.”

“She wasn’t there Carol, I’ve had a reprieve,” I joked.

“I can page her if you like Sam,” Carol said lifting the receiver of her phone.

“No! Please don’t Carol, it’s ok,” I almost shouted, “I’m sure she’s busy with something important and she has my number if she want’s to call me to discuss anything. I’m going to scoot, but before I do, here’s my card Carol, give me a call if you like, I’d love to go for a drink with you if you have the time, maybe dinner too?”

I blushed as I passed her my card and then headed for the door as quickly as I could.

I was in my car and out of the car park as quick as a flash, I turned out of the road the school was on and my phone rang. It was a number I didn’t actually recognise, maybe it was Carol! My heart soared!

I hit answer and the bluetooth function did it’s thing as the connection was made. “Hello”, I said.

“Sam, is that you?” came as disembodied voice.

I didn’t recognise the voice, “Who is this?”

“It’s Penny Malone,” came the answer.

Bollocks!

“Where are you Sam? I asked you to come and see me before you left today.”

“I know and I did, your office was locked and you weren’t there. I’ve got other things to do, so I’m on the way to a different site.”

“Oh, why didn’t Carol page me? I take it you spoke to her before you left?”

“I did yes and I asked her not to bother paging you. I thought you would be busy elsewhere and didn’t want to disturb you, plus as I said I have other things to get on with as well.”

I could almost feel her seething at me down the phone! I stifled a chuckle.

“I see, so basically you’ve gone for the day and you’re not coming back?”

“Yep, that’s the long and the short of it Penny. I’ll be back with my team on Monday though, so we’ll be there at about 9 in the morning. Anything else I can help you with?”

I was now really enjoying myself! Was I being cowardly? Maybe, but I’d had enough of the controlling bitch’s ways, so fuck it and fuck her!

“No I guess not Sam, have a good weekend.”

The phone went dead before I could respond. I smiled, turned up the radio and drove on. I genuinely did have another site to attend, part of my team was finishing off an installation and commissioning it today, so I headed there.

I’m lucky that I have a good team under me, who work largely unsupervised and were pretty much finished as I got there. I checked a few things, then left them to finish off and headed home to check emails and make a few calls. Subsequently I was finished by mid afternoon, so I did a few chores, visited my folks and found myself with nothing to do come 6 o’clock that evening, when my phone beeped. It was a text.

I didn’t recognise the number, but opened it, hoping it wasn’t Miss Malone, it wasn’t, it was Carol! My heart soared as I read the text.

Carol was going out with some friends and their partners and wanted to know if I’d like to join them in town, as she didn’t want to be the only one on her own, playing ‘gooseberry’ so to speak.

I quickly replied to say I’d love to join her and moments later she replied once more, with details of where to meet and when.

I had a shave, ironed a shirt and had a shower then left for the 20 minute walk into town to meet Carol and her friends. I entered the bar that Carol had said they’d be in and looked around trying to spot Carol. It was quite busy for 8 o’clock but after a bit I spotted Carol with her back to me and made my way through the crowd towards her. I was about to tap her on the shoulder when she turned around and spotted me. She smiled, threw her arms around me, gave me a peck on the cheek and said, “Hiya Sam, I’m so glad you made it.” I hugged her back and answered, “Me too Carol, thanks for inviting me.”

Turning back to the table, Carol quickly introduced me to her group of friends. There were 3 other couples there in total all of who appeared to be friendly enough, welcoming me happily, before going back to chatting amongst each other.

Carol linked her arm through mine and said, “Come on, you can buy me a drink,” before leading me towards the bar. “I’m so pleased you came, all the others are loved Sahabet Güncel Giriş up and I feel like I’m in the way.”

I smiled at Carol and said, “I’m sure they don’t mean to make you feel left out and anyway I’m here to save you now.” I bowed theatrically and said, “At your service Madame, what may I do for you?” laughing as I did so.

Carol laughed with me, saying, “Well kind Sir, a drink will do for now, but I’ll let you know if I think of anything else.”

Drinks in hand we made our way back through the throng to join Carols friends and soon we were all chatting away like old friends. I was thoroughly enjoying myself with everyone, her friends were good company and Carol for her part seemed more relaxed as the night drew on. A couple of hours later the other couples decided to go for a curry and asked if we wanted to join them. I shrugged whatever and looked at Carol.

Carol put her arm through mine again and said, “We’re going to have another drink here then see how we feel. You go on and I’ll speak to you all again.”

Shortly after they all left and Carol and I were alone. We grabbed another drink and found a table in a quiet part of the pub. Most had drifted away by now, it was pushing 10 o’clock and the option of a club or maybe a bite to eat had left it much quieter than earlier on.

Placing a hand on my leg Carol enquired, “What’s the deal with you and Miss Malone Sam? There’s clearly a history of sorts between you both.”

I could feel myself reddening as I considered how to answer. I couldn’t very well tell her about how I’d been made to do things by the Deputy Headteacher.

Taking a sip of my drink I smiled, “Oh nothing really Carol, I’m an ex pupil of hers, so we’ve just reminisced about the old days, so to speak.”

“Oh right,” she replied, “there just seems to be a bit of tension between you two.”

“She just intimidates me a little Carol, I guess. Being my old teacher and all that, she was quite strict back then and from what I can tell, she hasn’t really changed.”

“Oh God!” Carol answered, “You don’t know the half of it! The staff are all scared of her and I’ve seen the odd pupil reduced to tears by her too. She’s a right disciplinarian.” Carol stated.

I sipped my drink in silence for a minute or two, then changed the subject. “So tell me Carol, how come you’re single? I mean you’re a great lady, good fun to be with and easy on the eye too.”

“I guess I just haven’t found the right person really. I’d love to meet someone one day.”

“You and me both Carol,” I replied, “it’d be great to have someone to spend some time with. Cosy night’s in, fun nights out, just some great company really.”

Carol smiled, “You sound just like me Sam, I’d love all those thing’s too” then lowering her voice she leant into me and whispered, “some good sex wouldn’t go a miss either.”

I inhaled Carols perfume, her proximity was intoxicating, her bust brushing against my arm as she leant closer to me. I won’t lie, my thoughts drifted to the aforementioned sex Carol had said about and I stiffened in my jeans.

Regaining my composure, I put my hand on hers, squeezed it and answered, “Well that goes without saying”.

Carol smiled at me once more and then put her head on my shoulder, “You know what Sam?”

“You’ll have to enlighten me Carol.” I answered.

“I’ve really enjoyed myself tonight, you’re good fun,” she began, “I think I better go home now though, before I do or say something that we’ll both regret.”

I laughed at her, “Well anytime you want to do something you might regret, then I’m your man! But until then, come on, the taxi rank is just outside, lets get you home.”

Outside the cool night air hit us both and Carol who was a bit tipsy, clung to my arm while we waited for a taxi.

In due course a cab arrived, I saw Carol safely inside after a peck on the cheek and wandered happily home, a big smile on my face replaying the night in my head, over and over again. Safely home, I changed into some comfy clothes, grabbed a drink and sat down for a spot of late night TV.

My phone beeped, a text had arrived, it was Carol, ‘Hi Sam, thank you for tonight, I really enjoyed myself. I’m home ok now and in bed safe. I’ll see you soon, goodnight xx’ I smiled to myself and replied, ‘Yes me too Carol, had a great time, sleep well, night x’.

Sunday was a quiet day, nothing of note happened. I hoped to hear from Carol, but my phone stayed silent and I didn’t want to pester her, so I left things alone. Before I knew it the day was over and I climbed into bed.

The following morning I rose, ate breakfast and was on my way to the school by 0800hrs. Two of my team were meeting me there at 0830hrs and I wanted to get there first, unlock the storeroom ready for them, so we could crack on quickly.

I strolled into the reception area to be greeted by Carol sat, as usual behind her desk.

“Morning Carol, how are you?’ I asked with a smile on my face.

“Very well thanks Sam, no sign of your colleagues yet though.” she replied.

I checked my watch, it was only 0800hrs, they weren’t due on site until 0830hrs, so I had a little time to kill.

“Can I have the key to the storeroom please Carol? I’d like to get it open, so we can get started as soon as they arrive.”

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The Deal

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When I was in my early twenties, I was seeing this girl called Alice, she was a sweet slim blonde thing, with big blue eyes, and a heart of gold.

We dated for a couple of months, before she started talking about the inevitable ‘relationship’ and ‘where this was going?’ and instantly, inside my head, I started to panic.

You see, Alice was nice and caring, and pretty, and I enjoyed being with her, but, we were only in our early twenties, and still fairly young, to be thinking about a long term commitment, right?

Anyway, after doing my best to avoid the subject, as subtly as I could, Alice decided she needed some snacks and drinks, and so left me in her room, to head down to the kitchen to get some.

This was now the perfect time to call my mate Dave, he was an expert in relationships, as he had more in a month, than most guys have had in a life time!

So, knowing Alice would be a few minutes, and her parents were downstairs too, I quickly picked up my phone and called Dave.

Thankfully he answered, and urgently, I told him what was going on.

“Well…” he then said, before thinking about it for a moment.

“You’re clearly in the classic bait and trap scenario!” he then said wisely, before adding “She lured you in with her hot little body, and willingness to do sexually things to you, and now, you’ve got to pay the price and commit, if you want the rest of the package!”

As you can see, Dave was very wise in these matters.

“But that’s the point, I don’t know if I do want the full package?! I’m still young, and keen to explore fresh new worlds!” I replied eagerly.

“Well, then. You’ve got two options my friend. A. You tell her that, and maybe if you’re the world’s luckiest person, she understands, and accepts a more open relaxed relationship!” Dave then said.

“I do like the sound of that!” I replied, naively.

“Yes, we all do. But I think option 2 is more likely your best choice.” Dave replied honestly.

“What’s that?” I asked curiously.

“Well, option 2 is… Tomorrow morning, you message her that you want some time to think about things, and then, never call her or see her again! Ever!” Dave then said bluntly.

“That’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?” I then asked, not entirely convinced that was my best option.

“Well, it’s that, or you spend the next fifty years telling Alice how much you love her, while secretly watching porn on your phone!” Dave replied bluntly again.

“So, tomorrow I message her, you say?” I then asked again to be sure.

Dave assured me this was the best course of action I could take, and then I quickly ended the call, just before Alice came back in the room.

The next couple of hours were very frustrating, as I tried to pretend I was interested in what she was talking about, while in my head, I was still thinking the situation over.

Anyway, finally, I decided it was time to head home, and after giving her a quick kiss goodnight, I strolled down the stairs and out of the front door, eager to get the hell out of there as fast as I could.

However, just as I was about to walk down the drive way, a familiar voice suddenly called out to me.

“Steve!” said the voice.

I glanced around curiously, but at first couldn’t see anyone, before the voice came again, only more firmly this time “Steve!”

I then turned, and saw Mrs Moore, Alice’s mother, stood in the doorway of the garage.

“Steve!” she then said again, not entirely sounding happy.

So, I moved towards her, and staring firmly at me, she said quietly “I heard what you were talking about to your friend, on your phone!”

“You did?” I asked back worriedly.

“Yes I did. And how dare you! I can’t believe you would do that to my wonderful, caring daughter!” Mrs Moore said angrily, before adding “Alice really cares about you, and if you had half a heart, you would care about her too!”

“I do!” I replied defensively back, before adding “I Just… I’m not ready for a full time relationship yet!”

“Why not?” Mrs Moore asked back, before saying “She’s beautiful, smart, funny, and I know from talking to her, she really wants to spend her future with you, so, why don’t you want do the same?”

“I… um…” I replied nervously, trying to think of a good excuse why not, before finally replying sheepishly “I just… want to sleep around for a bit. You know, sow my wild oats! Plough other fields! Explore new pastures!”

Mrs Moore stared back at me in disgust, she clearly was not impressed by my answer, before she sighed and muttered “Men! Why are you all the same?”

Then she said firmly “Fine! You want to sleep around, and sow your wild oats! Get your dick out!”

“What?!” I asked back looking confused.

“Get. Your. Dick. Out!” Mrs Moore then said slowly and firmly again, before adding “You want fool around with other women? You can fool around with me! But you are not dropping my wonderful daughter, just because you’re a horny little scumbag!”

I stared back at her in disbelief, was she really saying Sahabet what I thought she was saying?

Then Mrs Moore snapped “Come on Steve! Dick, out, now!”

I then snapped to it, and quickly began fumbling with my jean buttons, as she dropped to her knees in front of me, ready for it.

Quickly, I undid my jeans, and then pushed them down my legs, revealing my young dangling cock and balls.

Alice’s mother, was a tall, skinny woman, with her short blonde hair that stopped around her cheeks, wearing a blue and white stripped top, and blue mom jeans, and as she knelt in front of me, she stared at my young length, just inches from her face.

She then reached out with one of her slim hands, wrapped it around my shaft, and held it firmly.

Then, looking up at me, she began to stroke it, jerking it firmly, as she brought it to life.

As her bony hand ran up and down my shaft rapidly, I groaned in pleasure, unable to conceal my enjoyment of what she was doing, and as I moaned, she said eagerly “Yeah! That’s it scumbag! Enjoy what I’m doing! Enjoy your girlfriend’s mother, jerking your big young dick!”

I then groaned some more in pleasure, as her soft warm hand continued up and down my length, and pretty quickly, I grew to my full hardness in her grip.

“Jesus, that’s a big cock!” Mrs Moore then said in amazement, as she continued to slide her hand up and down it.

Once I was fully hard, she then looked up at me and said “I’m going to suck your cock now, and when I’m finished with you, you’re going to agree to stay with my daughter!”

“But, I really don’t want to!” I replied back pitifully.

“It’s not what about what you want Steve. It’s about what is right!” replied Mrs Moore firmly back.

She then lowered her pretty, middle aged head down towards my dick, before she opened her mouth, and slid it onto my cock.

Her soft lips clamped around my shaft, and started to slide down my length, and I instantly groaned in delight, as I felt for the first time, my girlfriend’s mother, sucking my firm member.

“Oh god!” I moaned softly, as her wonderful mouth went right down to the base of my cock, before it swiftly came back up, then went straight back down again.

In seconds, she was giving me blowjob, a strong determined blowjob, and it felt great! In fact, it felt more than great, it felt like she was going to suck my cock right off!

“Oh shit!” I groaned again in pleasure, as she kept going.

Mrs Moore continued bob her head up and down on my hard young length, as she keenly sucked on my member, and all I could do was stand there, and enjoy it, as she seem eager to suck me off.

“Oh, Mrs Moore!” I then moaned in delight again.

As soon as I moaned her name, she seem to speed up her actions, and started to slide her soft wet lips faster, up and down my length, and was now sucking on my entire hard cock.

For a good couple of minutes she continued like this, eagerly moving her warm wet mouth, back and forth long my dick, sucking me over and over, until, I could feel her wet drool running down my balls.

“Oh god!” I groaned again, beginning to feel a little weak in the knees.

After a little longer however, Mrs Moore finally lifted her mouth off my rigid cock, and then looked up at me, and asked firmly “So, you ready to commit to my daughter?”

“Um. Um.” I replied nervously, trying to fight the urge to say yes, and give into her demands.

“Oh, so you’re trying to resist, huh?” Mrs Moore then asked, sounding unimpressed.

She then lifted my hard dick upright, before she leant in, and clamped her sweet wet mouth around my young balls, and started to suck on my testicles, and as she did that, she started to jerk my length too.

“Oh fuck!” I groaned in pleasure and amazement, at what she was doing to me.

That hot skinny blonde woman, eagerly gobbled on my nuts, while happily tugging on my firm member, and it was all I could do, not to cry out and give into her demands.

For another couple of minutes, Mrs Moore continued to suck and stroke my genitals, and I half hoped she wouldn’t stop until I came, while the other half of me hoped, her daughter, or husband would find us in the garage, and put a stop to this.

However, just as I was about to give in, Mrs Moore finally pulled her mouth off my young hairy balls, and then stood up, and looked me in the eyes.

“Oh, so, you want to do this, huh? You want to play hardball, huh?” she then said firmly.

“No. I just want to go home!” I replied, meekly back.

“Well, no one gets to go home, until I hear you say the right thing! So Steve… you’ve left me no choice!” she then said firmly.

Then she reached down and started to take off her white trainers, before she then stood up again, and started to undo her skinny tight jeans, and I watched in amazement, as she quickly undid them, and with one swift push, they slid down her skinny white legs, before they hit the floor.

She then stepped out of them, before she stood upright Sahabet Giriş again, and now, in just her white cotton panties and her blue striped top, she placed her thumbs into the band of her underwear, before she asked firmly “Okay Steve. Last Chance! Are you going to stay with my daughter, and make her happy?”

I stared at her pretty mature stern face, and then down at her half naked skinny body, and knew, all I had to do was say yes, and this would be all over.

However, I didn’t want to be in relationship I wasn’t ready for, or wanted, and despite every voice in my head screaming just say yes, I mumbled nervously “No.”

“Oh, you’ve asked for this! You’ve asked for this!” Mrs Moore then said firmly.

She then swiftly pushed her knickers down her legs, and as soon as they hit the floor with her jeans, she stepped out of them.

I then stared in total disbelief, because she was now stood in front of me, completely half naked, and for the first time, I could see her little pussy mound.

Her little pale mound, was completely bald and smooth, with just a thin strip of blonde hair above it, and my young cock couldn’t help but twitch excitedly, as I stared at my girlfriend’s mother’s pussy.

She then pushed me back against the brick wall of the garage, before she stepped right up to me, lifted a leg up, and then wrapped one of her bony little hands around my cock to hold it steady.

Standing on one leg, she then guided my hard dick towards her little cunt, before she said firmly “Prepare to become my bitch, Steve!”

Mrs Moore then pressed my big round cockhead up against her pink little lips, and after a moment to find the right place, she then pushed it in.

“Oh god!” I groaned in amazement, as I felt her warm wet pussy slid onto my member.

“Oh yeah!” She moaned in pleasure, as her forty something pussy, engulfed my young twenty something cock.

Mrs Moore sunk deep onto my hard dick, then wrapped her skinny leg around my waist and her arms around my shoulders, before, without hesitation, she then started to rise and fall onto my length.

“Oh god!” I groaned this time in pleasure, as my girlfriend’s hot blonde mother, started to ride my member.

“Oh, you like that? You want some more?” she then said eagerly, looking me right in the eyes.

She then continued, and right there, in the open garage, she eagerly bounced up and down on my cock.

I groaned some more in pleasure, as she worked my young member, and as I did, she moaned eagerly “Oh god! Your cock feels so big in my pussy, Steve!” before adding “I think I might just ride you until you cum!”

“Really?” I asked back in amazement.

“Unless you want to give in now, and continue dating my daughter?” she then asked back.

As her lovely wet warm cunt slid up and down my young dick, it was pretty difficult to think straight, but, after a moment, I replied “No. I can’t! I don’t want to!”

“Then prepare to cum, you little prick!” Mrs Moore replied firmly back.

She then held onto me tighter, as she bounced faster and harder onto my firm length, and as her wet little cunt slid up and down my big member, I groaned louder in delight.

“Oh Mrs Moore! Mrs Moore!” I groaned excitedly, as she continued to ride me.

“That’s it! Say my name bitch! Say my name!” she cried back.

Her fucking was relentless, and her hot mature cunt rapidly slid up and down my firm cock, and I honestly thought she was going to keep going, until I exploded inside of her.

However, youth was not on her side, and finally, after several incredible minutes of this intense fucking, she finally started to slow down.

“Oh fuck, I’m tired!” she then cursed, as she slowed to an easier pace.

Then, looking straight at me, she said “Fuck me!”

“What?!” I replied back.

“Fuck me Steve! Now!” she then said sternly.

Not wanting to piss her off anymore, I quickly held onto her skinny leg wrapped around my waist with one hand, and her soft warm arse with the other, and then started to pump firmly up into her, and as I did, she moaned loudly in pleasure.

“Yes, that’s it Steve! Fuck me! Fuck me like your life depends on it!” she then said excitedly.

So, I did, and held onto her firmly, as I drove my young firm cock up into her mature wet cunt, and as I fucked her, Mrs Moore groaned loudly in delight some more.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy! You know you want to!” she cried eagerly, before adding “If you stay with my daughter, I might even let you fuck me again! How does that sound? You want regular access to my pussy too? Do you?”

I continued to pump hard and deep into Mrs Moore’s pussy, and then I groaned back “Maybe!”

“Oh, maybe is not good enough Steve!” Mrs Moore replied firmly back, before adding “I want to hear yes! Say it bitch, say it!”

She then leant back against her shiny blue SUV, before she lifted her other leg up and wrapped it around my waist, and then began driving her wet little cunt, onto my thrusting Sahabet Güncel Giriş dick.

We both instantly groaned louder in delight, as our half naked bodies slapped together, and as we fucked harder, she cried “Tell me, you want to stay with my daughter! Tell me, you want to fuck my pussy again!”

I groaned heavily in pleasure, still trying to resist her demands, as I kept thrusting into her warm wet hole, but, as she plunged hard onto my cock too, my resistance began to crumble.

“Oh god. I’m thinking about it!” I then groaned back.

“Not good enough!” Mrs Moore replied unhappily back.

That hot blonde middle aged woman continued to plunge hard onto my young pumping member, then, she lifted herself towards me, and began kissing me.

With all her weight in my hands, I couldn’t stop her, and eagerly she pressed her soft warm lips against mine, before thrusting her wet little tongue into my mouth.

Mrs Moore keenly kissed me, and after a moment or two, I started to kiss her back, and as we kissed and fucked, I started to wonder if I should just say yes.

For a good couple of minutes, we continued to fuck and kiss like that, but, after a while, my legs started to get tired, so, I staggered towards Mrs Moore’s car, and then sat her skinny little arse, on the bonnet edge.

As soon as that hot slim blonde felt her car under her, she pulled her mouth from mine, and asked “Want to see my boobs Steve? Want to see my little perky breasts you could be sucking on, whenever you want?” she then asked.

“Okay.” I replied back, curious to see what she had.

Mrs Moore then leant back across the hood of her car, before she took hold of her top and pulled it up, over her head, leaving herself in her little white bra.

She then took hold of that too, and pulled it up and off, and now my girlfriend’s mother, was lying there in front of me, completely naked.

Mrs Moore had the same little B-cup boobs her daughter had, just a little softer and saggier, but they still looked pretty good, and then she took hold of my hands, and guided them to her tits.

As I placed my palms on her soft little mounds, and could feel her hard pink nipples poking against me, she said “Yes, Play with my boobs Steve! Play with my lovely little boobs! You could touch these whenever you want to, if you just stay with my daughter!”

I gently fondled her breasts, as I steadily continued to pump into her pussy, and I have to admit, I was beginning to consider her offer.

As my fingers caressed and massaged her little tits, Mrs Moore then said “If you say yes, I’ll let you suck on them too!”

For a moment I almost said it, but I had to be strong, and replied “Oh, Mrs Moore, I just want to be free!”

Mrs Moore then sat up on her elbows, looked straight at me with a firm look and replied “Wrong answer dirt bag!”

She then pulled me towards her, before she rolled us over, and now I was lying on top of her car, and she was sat on top of me.

“Now I’m going to ride you, until you promise, to stay with my daughter!” she then said firmly, and quickly, she started to bounce up and down on top of me.

“Oh fuck!” I groaned in pleasure, as Mrs Moore wet mature cunt slid up and down my length.

“Yeah, I’m going to ride you, until you practically offer to marry my daughter!” Mrs Moore then said determinedly.

“Oh god no! Please! Mrs Moore, I just want to date other girls!” I pleaded back, but my girlfriend’s mother wasn’t having any of it, and eagerly continued to ride me.

I should have been enjoying every second of it, having a hot skinny blonde woman in her forties, old enough to be my own mother, riding my hard young cock, but it was so tough to enjoy it, knowing what was at stake.

“Stay with my daughter! Stay with my daughter!” she then started to chant, as she continued to plunge onto my firm member.

“Oh Mrs Moore! Oh Mrs Moore!” I groaned back, half afraid for my life, half loving every second of this.

Then, as her hot wet pussy slid repeatedly down my cock, and her little soft arse cheeks smacked against my balls, I felt my excitement begin to increase.

“Oh god! I’m going to cum!” I then groaned, trying to give her fair warning

Mrs Moore didn’t stop, and continued to bounce up and down on me, before she replied “Not until you promise to stay with my daughter! Promise? Promise?”

I groaned heavily again, as her wet little pussy plunged onto my firm dick repeatedly, and I was trapped between loving this and hating it at the same time.

Keenly she carried on, and as her warm wet cunt slid up and down my shaft, and her slim rear bounced off my balls, and her little tits jiggled in front of me, I could feel my excitement growing closer and closer.

“Say, you’ll stay with my daughter! Say you’ll stay with her?” Mrs Moore asked firmly again.

As I rushed to my conclusion, and the feeling of pure ecstasy built up inside of me, I didn’t want it to stop, and so finally I cried “Okay! Okay! I’ll stay with your daughter! I’ll stay with your daughter!”

“Yes! That’s what I wanted to hear! That’s what I wanted to hear!” Mrs Moore cried excitedly, having finally beaten me.

She then continued to plunge up and down on top of me, and as she did, I felt my excitement race to its peak.

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My Daughter’s Friend

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Jon never thought of himself as a ‘helicopter parent’. He could vividly remember his own freshman year in college when his parents showed up and automatically took charge of his life during parents’ weekend. He had just become accustomed to being independent, with no curfew and few other restrictions, and really resented them re-organizing his messy room and telling his roommate and new friends ‘amusing’ anecdotes from his childhood.

So, when Megan invited him to visit her during her college’s parents’ weekend he hesitated. He was still learning to negotiate their new relationship. She was his only daughter, and since his wife died, over a year ago now, he was her only parent. It’s not easy being a single dad of a teen-age daughter, but they had managed the situation fairly well up to this point. That said, he was secretly glad when she went away to college. He had been feeling guilty for inadvertently letting her know how empty he felt, moping around, unable to generate enthusiasm for anything, including her accomplishments. He hoped she could get out from under his cloud and enjoy life again.

The drive upstate was delightful. It was a beautiful fall day. The sun brought out brilliant reds and golds against a blue sky. His motel was within easy walking distance from campus, and very pleasant. Megan seemed very pleased to see her dad. She joined him for breakfast at his motel. He tried not to be too inquisitive about her new life. That was easy: she seemed more concerned about him than he was about her.

They chatted about her classes and her experiences on the volleyball team. She liked most of her instructors and was enjoying her classes, especially her French Lit class. She seemed quite at home and had made several new friends. She was eager for her dad to meet them, so he suggested they invite a few of them for dinner at a local restaurant so he could get to know them better.

They all met at six at the restaurant. Megan introduced her dad around, calling him her ‘best friend and only dad’. The girls were quite nice and seemed to enjoy Megan. Jon and the girls got along famously. They were an attractive group of young women as all eighteen- and nineteen-year-old girls always are. They made him feel young again.

One of the girls, Veronica, particularly caught his attention. Actually, she would catch the attention of any male under a hundred. She was tall, nearly 5’10, with an incredible figure and a gorgeous face. She had long dark hair that draped over one shoulder and delightfully accentuated her very ample bosom. The effect was much enhanced by the low neckline of her blouse, which revealed the smooth swell of her breasts and her shadowy cleavage. She had a slim waist and wide rounded hips which tapered into long, beautifully shaped legs, fetchingly displayed thigh high by her short skirt.

Jon had a very difficult time keeping his eyes off Veronica while at the same time trying to maintain a light conversation with Megan and the other girls. It didn’t help that every time his eyes darted to her he found her looking directly at him with a sort of speculative look in her dark eyes. When she caught him looking at her breasts her lush red lips seemed to form a knowing smile.

At one point Jon caught a rather significant look from Megan. She looked from him to Veronica and back again and seemed a little puzzled, as if she couldn’t make up her mind about something. He did his best to ignore her look and made it a point thereafter to keep his eyes off Veronica as much as possible without being obvious, and to engage with all of the other girls equally. Later, though, he noticed Megan looking Sahabet at him rather thoughtfully and then smiling to herself as if she’d come to a decision.

After dinner they all walked back to campus. In the lobby of their dorm Jon said goodnight to the other girls. Megan said that she had something she needed to attend to but would be back shortly. She went upstairs with her friends. Jon waited in the lobby. After perhaps fifteen minutes she came back. She and her dad lingered for a while, making small talk.

“Dad,” she said, “I’m so glad you came. I’ve been worried about you.”

“Wait. You’ve been worried about me? It’s supposed to be the other way around.”

“No, I’ve been worried that you’ve been lonely since Mom died. And now you don’t even have me around. I know you, you bottle up your emotions. You need a healthy outlet.”

Was this his child talking? When had she become so perceptive?

“Megan, it’s sweet of you to worry about me. But I’m okay. You don’t need to take care of me.”

She smiled, a strange, knowing smile, as if she had a secret she wanted to share but couldn’t.

“Okay, Dad. If you say so.”

She glanced at her watch a few times. Abruptly she seemed eager for him to leave. They kissed goodnight, and he walked back to the motel.

He opened the door and got the surprise of his life. There was Veronica, languidly relaxed on the bed, dressed only in a flimsy black negligee.

My God, she was a vision! The negligee clung to her youthful breasts, revealing dark red nipples rising from wide russet aureoles. She sat up and then raised her arms and stretched like a sleek lioness awakening from a nap, arching her back and accentuating those lovely breasts even more. Her long right leg was outstretched, with her left leg crossed over it, her knee slightly raised. The spread of her legs afforded a tantalizing view of her dark pussy barely hiding behind the narrow vee of her nearly transparent panties.

“Hi, Mr. C.,” she said, looking as if the situation were perfectly normal.

“Veronica! Wh..what are you doing here? How did you get in?” Jon was nearly speechless. And yet he couldn’t take his eyes off her lovely young body.

“Oh,” she said nonchalantly. “Megan gave me the room key you left with her.”

“Wait. Megan gave you the key card??” He hadn’t thought he could be more gobsmacked.

“Yeah. I hope you know you’ve got a sweet daughter, Mr. C. She cares a great deal about you. We’ve been talking a lot about you. She knows that you’re lonely and feels really sorry for you. She feels guilty that she’s deserted you by going off to college. She told me that she’s even thought seriously about bedding you herself to shake you loose from your depression, but she was sure you’d be shocked. Tonight, I offered my services instead, and she accepted.”

“Megan knows that you’re here?” His voice went up an octave.

“Sure. Hey, we both saw how you were looking at me during dinner. She’s no dummy. Later, I told her that I really liked you and that I wouldn’t mind at all having sex with you. She took me up on the idea, and here I am. We didn’t misjudge you, did we?”

“No, Veronica. You are a very desirable young woman. It’s just…”

“Just what? You want me, and I want you. Your daughter thinks it’s a good idea. So what’s the problem?”

She languidly rolled off the bed, giving him a good look at her long legs and her sweet, deliciously curved ass. She came over and stood before him. She was a few inches shorter than him, so she looked up at him, all innocence.

“Why don’t you shut the door, Mr. C. I’m not going anywhere Sahabet Giriş for a while.”

She put her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. He tried to pull away, but she grabbed his head with both hands and held it while her tongue forced its way through his lips. He felt her firm young breasts pressing against his chest.

He wanted desperately to resist, but his body responded on its own. It had been so long since he’d had a woman. His cock hardened. Veronica sensed its pressure against her and pressed her groin into his and moved her hips, hardening him even further. Between their lips she moaned a little and pressed harder. Oh Lord, she felt so good!

His resistance began to crumble. Almost unconsciously his hands roved down to cup her beautiful ass and pull her even closer to his burgeoning hardness.

She pulled her face away long enough to whisper huskily “That feels so good, Mr. C,” and then she kissed him again, even more passionately.

His head was spinning. He was on fire with desire for her lovely, lush young body. Control of his actions had passed from his head to his amoral cock, which knew exactly where it needed to be, consequences be damned. His hands on her ass tensed and he lifted her up. She put her arms around his neck as he lifted her up. She moaned again as his stiff bulge pressed into the soft cleft of her pussy, and her long legs wrapped around him. He was lost in the pressure of her body against him, the taste of her tongue in his mouth, the clean scent of her hair in his nose.

Still holding her against him, he carried her over to the bed and sat her down. When he released her, Veronica fell back onto the bed. Her negligee parted to reveal her breasts in all their proud youthful glory. She smiled up at him and reached out with her arms. He was powerless to resist. He buried his face in those lovely breasts. They were so firm, so warm. She pulled his head against the swelling mounds; her aroused nipple pressed its way into his mouth. He sucked and kissed it and swirled his tongue around it, reveling in its delicate ridges. She moaned and stroked his head as he sucked, rousing her nipples even further. His hands cupped and kneaded her firm, smooth flesh. He couldn’t remember when He’d last felt such magnificent breasts, so warm and yielding under his hands.

Now she was actively moaning. Her head rocked from side to side. He knew neither of them could hold out much longer against the all-consuming power of sexual need. He stood up, and tore off his shirt, buttons flying. Veronica reached up and undid his belt and almost in a frenzy opened his pants. They got in each other’s way in their urgency to free his cock from its confinement. Even as he slid his pants down, she was at his shorts, pulling them down and exposing his rigid member. She gasped. His cock burst out, already wet with pre-cum, almost visibly throbbing with desire.

“Oh my God, Mr. C., you’re so big! I want you inside me. Take me, take me now!”

She fell back on the bed. He couldn’t remember how, but in a second he had her panties off. Her legs were spread enticingly. Her sweet pussy looked so incredibly inviting, her soft pubic hair moist with the dew of her desire. Her flat belly was heaving with her panting. Her hips began to writhe suggestively.

Almost in a dream, he fell forward, bracing himself with his arms on either side of her. She reached between their bodies and grasped his cock and guided it unerringly to the entrance to her treasures.

She was already wet. His cock easily parted her lips and slid gratefully into her youthfully Sahabet Güncel Giriş elastic vagina. Oh Lord, it felt so good to be enveloped in that soft, warm, welcoming space! Her delicate membranes seemed to be embracing his cock, soothing its swollen aching, encouraging him in deeper, almost massaging it as if to milk him of his precious load. She gasped, and then moaned as he went deeper into her, her vagina stretching to accommodate him, clinging tightly to his tumescent cock. He grunted as their pelvises met.

Jon felt her hands on his ass, urging him to probe her. Her hips rose up to meet him and began to sway. He started pumping her, in and out, accompanied by her moans and sighs. Oh my God, she felt good. So warm and tight and yielding.

It couldn’t last long, though he wanted it to go on forever. He felt his groin muscles tense in preparation. His belly was on fire. He no longer cared that this girl was the same age as his daughter. Nothing mattered to him but to cum inside her, to empty himself into her, to fill her sweet body to overflowing with his hot sperm until he had exhausted all he had to give. He wrapped his arms around her and drove into her one last time, as deep as he could go, and came inside her, clinging to her with all his might.

Spurt after spurt he ejaculated into the soft depths of her welcoming womb. The release was wonderful! He groaned with each new shot. He was acutely aware of the force and volume of each hot discharge distending his cock, pulsing the big vein on its underside and stretching the narrow slit in its sensitive tip as it passed out of him and flew into her. Each new ejaculation served to relieve the exquisite pressure in his loins as he drained his pent-up passion into her.

Veronica gasped each time he came. She felt his cock throb and then the warmth and pressure of his semen shooting into her. Her eyes were closed, and her head lolled helplessly from side to side. He raised his head up to watch her face even as he came inside her. He watched as she responded to his own orgasm and herself came. She emitted a little scream as she did, and he could feel her vaginal walls spasming around his pulsating cock. Her arms wrapped around him and convulsively tightened, pulling him even deeper into her, holding him there while she was lost in the throes of her orgasm.

At last, his stores of semen depleted, he slowed and stopped.

He collapsed on her. Both of them were panting with the exertions of the last minutes.

Ever so slowly, Jon returned from ecstasy to reality. He reluctantly withdrew from the warmth of Veronica’s vagina and rolled off her. Even as his cock shrank, wet with their combined discharges and cooling in the air, he was assailed by guilt. God, what had he done? Had he really fucked his daughter’s friend? A girl less than half his age whom he had met only hours ago. What would Megan say? How could he face her?

Jon opened his eyes to see Veronica looking down at him. Her face glowed with perspiration. She was smiling.

“Oh God, Mr. C., that was amazing! I loved it!”

He turned away, unable to look her in the eye. She grasped his chin and forcefully turned his face toward her.

“You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you,” she said. “You mustn’t. I wanted this. Megan wanted you to have this pleasure, to have me. She knew you needed a woman, and I was more than happy to provide what we both knew you needed. She’ll be happy for you, for both of us.”

“You are both amazing young women,” he said wonderingly. “You both were right. I feel alive again, for the first time in a while. I think I’ll be fine, now.”

Jon met Megan for breakfast the next morning. She gave him a searching look. After a moment, she greeted him.

“You look great, Dad.”

“What else would you expect? You are the best daughter a man could wish for. And you’re one hell of a psychologist.”

She just smiled.

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750-07 Teacher! Teacher!

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Content Note: This is a little story for the 750 Word Project 2024. Beneath this line are exactly 750 words.

Connor Duffy sat in the rear corner of the classroom, back where it was safe among his peers. He expected night classes at the Community College to be populated by people like himself, older working class folks trying to get a degree. Not even close. It was primarily populated with young students who looked like they hadn’t woken up before noon since they escaped high school. In the back corner, near the windows, a small cluster of older people sat. (Older people meaning those that didn’t preface every statement with the word “like” or “dude.”)

It was a non-credit math class, and Connor was doing quite well, he thought. That was until Ms. Voit asked him to remain behind. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “You have aced every quiz and test. You’re clearly too advanced to be sitting in a high school level math class.”

“It’s been a few years since I sat in a math class. I figured this was the best way to Starzbet get up to speed.” He put his books in his backpack and then, getting up, he steadied himself with his cane. He got to his feet, one natural, one steel and plastic, bolted to a steel ankle that protruded from his pants leg.

“Is that it?” she asked. “Is there more?”

“Well, there’s a person that I found myself attracted to in this school. I found out she would be in this class, so I signed up.”

She looked at Connor, so tall and handsome, he had the smile of a four-year-old boy, joyful and full of mischief, yet innocent at the same time. Some lucky girl should be getting very damp panties thanks to him. “How is that going for you?” she asked as she picked up her books.

He didn’t answer right away, then she looked up at him and he gave her that smile and said, “I don’t know. How is it going?”

She was suddenly taken aback. “No…” She started to leave, but he placed his hand on hers and she couldn’t move. This was so… wrong, but it felt so… “Please Connor, Starzbet Giriş I’ve been teaching for over thirty years and I’ve never considered dating a student…”

“Denise, please. Just coffee. We can go to Tim Horton’s and talk.”

Tim Horton’s coffee was fresh and hot, the cruller was still warm inside and the company was delightful. Lieutenant Duffy spoke of his men with pride and talked of his entanglement with an IED with wry humor. “Connor, why don’t you see a woman your age?”

“I believe I am.” When she looked perplexed, he said, “I’m twenty-eight years old and I’ve been around the world four times and fought in three conflicts. What would I have in common with these twittering girls? I have nothing in common with my generation.”

Somehow, coffee became wine at his apartment. They sat on the couch, and she talked about her early days in teaching, how the male students were enamored with her, and the female students were jealous of her. Her words slowed as his lips drew nearer and nearer to hers, and finally they met. Starzbet Yeni Giriş It was a sweet kiss, and she was helpless in his ardor. But she has a rule about students. “Connor… no, this isn’t…”

“Please Miss Lawrence, I’ve waited so long.”

Miss Lawrence? Her breath caught in her chest. “How did you find out my maiden name?”

His lips were drawing close again. “Forgive me but… I was one of your boys, so madly in love with teacher.” Their lips met again; this time they both kissed with a hunger. This may be wrong, but she’s been so lonely since her James died and Connor is so…

Connor felt her hand unfastened his belt buckle, and she whispered, “Raise your hips.” When he did, she pulled his trousers down to his knees, freeing his cock. It was erect and throbbing. Her hand wrapped around it and gently began stroking as they kissed. Soon his tongue was fucking her mouth, and she could only think of one thing. She quickly stripped her panties down and off, then bunched up her skirt around her waist and straddled his hips.

She shuddered as she sank down on his cock. It stretched her so good. She looked into his eyes and said, “I have a rule about sleeping with students.”

“I’ll quit the class,” he gasped.

“Good enough,” she said, and her hips started to raise and they began to fuck.

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Mein Leben bei den Tanten Kapitel 03

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Studentenleben

So hatte ich mir mein Studium nicht vorgestellt, morgens um 6 klingelte mein Wecker, raus aus dem Bett und schnell zu Tante Effi ins Schlafzimmer.

Von unten unter ihre Bettdecke kriechen und erst sanft dann intensiv ihre Muschi lecken, egal, was sie am Abend vorher gemacht oder mit sich hat machen lassen. Meine Zunge hatte sie zu lecken und mehr als einmal wurde mir schwarz und schwindelig, weil es unter der Bettdecke kaum Luft gab, ihre fleischigen Oberschenkel sich fest um meinen Kopf schlossen oder mir ekelhafte Aromen in die Nase und den Mund kamen, aber es gab kein Erbarmen, wenigstens zweimal musste ich dann ihren Saft rauslecken, bevor ich mich duschen und für die Uni fertigmachen durfte.

In der Uni kam ich kaum mit anderen zusammen, mein Stundenplan war von ihr bis ins Detail durchgetaktet, selten konnte ich mich einfach nur in die Mensa setzen und eine Tasse Kaffe trinken, ohne Erlaubnis schon gleich gar nicht.

Wieder zurück im Haus, kam meistens erst mal wieder eine Melkeinheit dran , d. h. für eine knappe Stunde wurde ich eingespannt und musste meinen Schwanz bzw. meine Prostata leersaugen lassen. Die ersten Minuten waren immer die Hölle. Das Vakuum lies meinen Schwanz fast ruckartig dick werden. Die Tanten verwendeten zwar ein Gleitgel für den Dildo, aber sie hatten sich entschieden eine Sorte mit Menthol zu nehmen. Die Eiseskälte des Gel führte automatische zu einem Verkrampfen meines Spinkters, der trotzdem von der Maschine durchgefickt wurde. Erst wenn ich mich an alles gewöhnt hatte und mich endlich entspannen konnte, erst dann wurde die Melkerei aushaltbar.

Mit der Wochen gewöhnte ich mich an die Saugleistung der Melkmaschine und auch eine gewisse Erregung konnte ich nach einer 50-minütigen Dauererektion noch verspüren, nicht selten wurde ich aber dabei weiter für das Vergnügen der Tanten benutzt.

Oft stellte sich eine der beiden einen Hochstuhl vor mein Gesicht, der noch weitere Aufnahmen für die Beine hatte, so eine Art Gynstuhl auf Stelzen. So war es ihnen möglich ihre Votzen direkt vor mein Gesicht zu platzieren und meistens erst mich anzupinkel, um dann anschließend mich aufzufordern erst ihre Muschi sauber zu lecken und sie dann weiter zu befriedigen. Dabei wurde der Klicker gerne und viel eingesetzt, zu langsam geleckt, zack durchfuhr es meinen Unterleib, nicht tiefgenug die Zunge in die Votze gesteckt, bamm zog es mir alles zusammen.

Eines ihrer Lieblingsspiel war: „ich komm oder du zuckst” , dabei musste ich gegen eine vorgegebenen Zeit es schaffen, sie zum Orgsmus zu lecken oder nach einer gewissen Zeit wurde ich dafür bestraft, dass sie nicht gekommen waren. Oft dann auch in verschiedenen immer kürzer werdenden Intervallen erst 7 Minuten, dann 5 – dann 3 – dann 2 Minuten! Sadistisch wie sie waren, machte es ihnen Vergnügen und Erregung, zu sehen wie ich verzweifelt versuchte, den Bestrafungen zu entkommen, um mit völlig verkrampfter Zunge ihnen noch einen weiteren Orgasmus zu lecken, wobei sie es genossen, wenn die Stöße mich ohne Unterbrechung durchfuhren und sie mein Heulen und Stöhnen dadurch erstickten, dass sie sich feste an meinem Gesicht und Mund rieben,um dann tatsächlich selbst noch einen Höhepunktzu haben.

Ein grosser Seitenspiegel zeigte ihnen dabei, wie mein vakuumaufgebähter Schwanz in dem Kolben zuckte, wenn die Stromstöße kamen und gleichzeitig das Precum aus der Eichel gezogen wurde.

Waren alle befriedigt — ausser mir – durfte ich ans Lernen gehen und hatte meistens zwei oder drei Stunden Zeit . Nach einigen Monaten erkannte ich, dass die Übungsblätter, die mir Tante Effi regelmässig und in nicht zu knappen Mengen gab, für meine Seminararbeiten und dergleichen, seltsamerweise immer sehr grosse Ähnlichkeit mit den dann tatsächlichen Tests aufwiesen. Auch bestand sie teilweise auf sonntagsabendliche Übungseinheiten , nur um mich dann am Montagabend so ganz nebenbei zu fragen, wie denn der Überaschungstest so gelaufen war..

Hatte ich bei einer mündlichen Meldung nicht geglänzt, war es schon fast normal, dass ich am Abend von Ursula härter und gemeiner dran genommen wurde. Nie wurde das eine mit dem anderen in Verbindung gesetzt. Aber der Rythmus war klar. Mach was Tante Effi dir vorgibt und glänze in deinen Leistungen, oder Ursula zeigt dir, was passiert, wenn du nicht volle Punktzahl bringst.

Das Abendprogramm hatte es dann immer noch mal im Speziellen in sich : Nach dem Abendessen ging es immer gemeinsam ins Bad zur Überwachung meiner Hygiene. Dazu musste ich auf alle viere gehen und bekam ein Klistier gesetzt.

Das war dann meistens Magdas Aufgabe. Nackt auf dem Boden mit einem Liter Seifenwasser, der langsam in meinen Bauch glugste, wurde erläutert, wie mein Benehmen heute war, meine Dienste in ihrer Qualität verglichen und meine Leistung an Precum im Wochenverhältniss gestellt.

Ich wurde wie ein Ding behandelt: versorgt, gereinigt- optimiert. Dann schnallte sich Magda einen kurzen dicken Dildo um und ich wurde vor den Augen meiner Tanten Starzbet von dem Dienstmädchen gefickt. Meine Tanten feuerten sie dabei an, während sie mit voller Gewalt mit dem Analdildo in den vollen Bauch stieß.

Da der Dildo auf der anderen Seite des Gürtels auch direkt auf ihren Kitzler drückte, kam es ihr dabei meist auch, oft zu schnell, wie meine Tanten meinten. Unmutsäusserungen wurde von meiner Seite wurden nicht toleriert. Irritierend war für mich nur, dass ich oft einen Steifen bekam. Meine Tanten machten sich dann lustig über mich, dass mich Magda wohl zum Schwulsein ficken würde.

Ohne direkte Kontrolle über meine Errektion und auch,wenn mich oder gerade weil mich die Fickaktionen mit den Tanten eigentlich erregten, versuchte ich mich dann immer zu beruhigen.

Später hab ich dann herausbekommen, dass es schlicht und einfach nur die Stimulation der Prostata ist, die diese Errektion auslöst. Trozdem – Magda sammelte auf diese Weise keine Sympathiepunkte bei mir… auf der anderen Seite, tat sie auch nur, was die Tanten von ihr verlangten. Ich habe nie herausbekommen, wie sie zu den Tanten kam, nur manchmal lag so ein verträumter fast verliebter Blick in ihren Augen, wenn sie Ursula bediehnte.

Hatte ich meinen Darm dann entleert, durfte ich wieder ans Lernen gehen, später am Abend wurde ich von Tante Ursula ins Schlafzimmer gerufen, wenn sie in Stimmung war. Dort hatte ich es ihr in verschiedenen Stellungen zu besorgen, wobei sie meist nicht mit meiner Performance zufrieden war und immer etwas zu bemängeln hatte.

Den Abschluss bildete dann oft noch das Entsamen : hierbei wurde mir eine Silikonkappe über die Eichel gestülpt, diese hatte einen langen Schlauch der in einen Becher mündete, und mein Schwanz wurde mit einer elektrischen verkabelten Manschette umhüllt, und ein Analdildo mit dem entsprechenden Gegenpol kam hinten rein.

Was dann kam, war meist schmerzhaft und schnell, eine Folge von elektrischen Impulsen sorgten zu einem Erguss ohne Orgasmus, danach war ich meistens dermaßen erschöpft, dass ich mich nur noch an der Wand entlang in mein Zimmer schleppte und dort meist sofort einschlief. Um am nächsten Morgen wieder meine Pflichten zu erfüllen.

Langsam und schleichend, vorallem jetzt im Nachhinein könnte ich wirklich nicht sagen wann , an welchem Punkt ich abhängig wurde von den sexuellen Belastungen und Benutzungen. Ich war mega stolz auf mich, wenn meine Precumabgaben, die der Vorwoche übertrafen, es nervte mich, wenn ich nicht von alleine darauf kam, was Ursula am Abend lieber hatte — die Anzahl ihre bevorzugten Stellungen hielten sich ja in Grenzen.

Auch hatte ich mich mit den Dimensionen und Bedürfnissen meines Schwanzen angefreundet. Logisch war es geil, so einen Prügel zu haben!

Die Orgasmen, die ich durch die Tanten bekam, überrollten mich innerlich, oft war es tatsächlich die Ohrfeige oder der Tritt aus dem Bett, die mich wieder zu mir brachten.

Und das Melken, hatte eine seltsam bittersüsse Position in meinem Tagesablauf eingenommen, – auch wenn es meist eher unangenhem anfing, sowohl das volle Gefühl meines Gliedes, als auch die oralen und verbalen Aktionen der Tanten , sickerten in mein Unterbewusst ein, ich wurde benutzt — ja — aber nur ich konnte den Tanten das geben, was sie wollten, nur mein Schwanz war fähig , dermassen beansprucht zu werden, und das täglich ! Aber auch die Tanten merkten diese Symbiose…oder eher Abhängigkeit??

Wie sehr sie sich dieser Abhängigkeit bewusst waren, kam dann meist zum Vorschein, wenn „unser” Rythmus” unterbrochen wurde.

War ich nicht dort, wo ich zu sein hatte – z. B. in der Uni — gab es heftige Schmerzstöße im Bauch! Und wehe, das Handy war leer oder verlegt, und ich konnte mich nicht melden. Die Stöße hörten dann nicht auf und mehrfach wurde ich erst in der kleinen Ambulanz von der Uni wieder wach mit einer theatralisch besorgten Tante Effi an meiner Seite.

Die verschiedensten Ausreden wurden dabei von ihren Kollegen akzeptiert, denn keiner kam auf irgend eine andere Idee, als dieser netten und so freundlichen Kollegin etwas Böses zu unterstellen, die sich doch sooo um ihren Neffen sorgte.

Damit aber nicht genug ! Sondern die echte Bestrafung kam dann erst, wenn wir wieder zu Hause waren.

Im Auto stellte sie den Klicker schon auf an, d. h. alleine die Fahrt nach Hause knappe 45 min. lange hatte ich schon einen steinharten pochenden Schwanz, dann in meinem Zimmer bzw. im Trainingsraum wartete meistens schon Ursula und gemeinsam, nahmen sie sich meinen Schwanz vor, der dafür zu leiden hatte, dass ich mich nicht an die Regel halten konnte…. und sie in Panik versetzt hatte, mich verlohren zu haben.

Ich wurde in die Melkmaschine eingeschnallt und durfte erst Stunden später wieder raus, mein Schwanz war dann meistens fast lila von den langen Saug- und Vakuumbehandlungen, die Eichel fast rund wie ein Ball, wenn sie dann endlich aus dem Kolben kam.

Gegen 20.00 oder noch später kam dann Tante Ursula Starzbet Giriş auf ihren langen hohen Pumps herein stolziert und beschrieb mir dann, während ich noch von der Melkmaschine versuchte mich zu erholen, was ich noch heute Abend für sie zu leisten hatte.

Ihr Lieblingsspiel war „Fußball”, dabei musste ich sie von hinten in Hündchenstellung ficken, wobei sie mit ihren Pumps immer wieder geschickt mich durch Anwinkeln abwechselnd ihrer Knie von hinten mit ihren Fersen am Sack traf, oder auch ihre Absätze von hinten in meine Pobacken stieß. Wenn es ihr kam, sonderte sie einen milchigen Saft aus ihrer Votze, denn musste ich wie bei Tante Effi auslecken.

Anschließend wurde die Stellung gewechselt, Hände meist nach oben gefesselt setzte sie sich auf mich und begann mich zu reiten. Dabei liebte sie es, mich zu würgen, immerzu forderte sie mich dazu auf, doch zu sagen, wenn ich es nicht mag, sie würde dann ja aufhören!

Das Problem war, dass sie mich dann mit einem Riesendildo ficken würde und dabei mich wichsen würde, dazu die Kommentare, dass ich wohl diese Behandlung mag, in Anspielung an die Bad-Hygiene-Routine von Magda!

Oft hoffte ich, dass ich ohnmächtig werden würde, doch sie war geschickt darin, mir die Luft zu nehmen, immer wieder nahm sie genau im richtig Moment die Hände weg- ich bekam wieder Luft und sie ritt mich weiter, bis es ihr endlich kam .

Für mich gab es dann zu den pochenden Kopfschmerzen, wegen der ständigen Atemnot nur noch ein mehr oder weniger elektrisiertes orgasmusfreies Abspritzen, und mit einem groben Schubser wurde ich in Richtung meines Zimmers geschickt.

Wochenende OHNE Tanten

Immer wenn ich mich an etwas gewöhnt hatte, fanden die Tanten einen Weg, mich aufs Neue zu quälen. So kam auch besagtes Wochenende. Wochenenden…, vor allem Freitagnachmittage waren immer eine reine Nerventorture, was machen sie dieses Wochenende mit mir, was muss ich diesmal aushalten?

Daher war ich etwas irritiert, als Ursula uns schon im Hausflur nach der Uni mit gepackten Koffern empfing und auch Tante Effi sofort auf ihr Zimmer eilte und ihren Koffer holte.

Sie wären über das Wochenende auf einem Kongress. Magda und ich würden allein im Haus sein. Sie müssten schnellstens zum Zug und alles andere würden wir dann schon mitbekommen!…wie mitbekommen? Tanten weg, ich könnte einfach abhauen,… ich war verunsichert, misstrauisch und sehr nervös.

Eines hatte ich gelernt in den vergangenen Wochen und Monaten, frei und loslassen würden die Tanten mich nicht, schon gar nicht so einfach… Irgendwas stimmte nicht.

Ich sollte recht behalten, die Tanten waren gerade weggefahren, als Magda mit leicht gekrümmter Haltung und Händen vor dem Bauch aus der Küche kam. Schon wollte ich zur Tür rennen, um den Tanten hinterher zu winken, damit sie umkehren, als Magda nur noch „NEIN” schrie. Wie angewurzelt blieb ich stehen, und schaute sie verblüfft an.

„Warum nicht? Wir müssen dir helfen, irgendwas stimmt nicht mit dir!” fragte ich. Ihre Antwort : „Wenn du die Tür aufmachst, bekommst du einen Strafstoß in den Bauch!”

Sie hatte sich hingesetzt. Tausend Fragen kamen mir in den Sinn: wie? Wieso?

Ihre Antwort kam langsam : „Seit drei Tagen haben sie irgend so eine Hightech Hausüberwachung installiert, Ursula hat die meisten Zimmer abgeschlossen und es gibt im Grunde keinen Kontrollkosten — alles per Fernbedienung und Handy gesteuert.”

Langsam zog ich die Hand von der Türklinke zurück. „…aber was ist mit deinem Bauch?” fragte ich sie.

Magda : „Seit Anfang der Woche hatte ich einen Pilz.. seit dem muss ich mir täglich ein Zäpfchen unten reinschieben, heute wäre das letzte Zäpfchen drangewesen, allerdings hat Effi darauf bestanden, dass ich es vor ihr reinschiebe… .sagte sie wolle sichergehen, dass ich über das Wochenende schön gesund werde, aber sie muss die Zäpfchen ausgetauscht haben, so gebrannt haben sie noch nie, schon gar nicht am Ende der Therapie.

Aber es geht schon besser, war nur eben am Anfang recht unangenehm. … Komm, geh schon ins Labor, ich komme nach und mach die Melkmaschine fest!”

Meine spontane Antwort war : „Ne du ,wenn die Tanten schon mal weg sind, dann muss ich auch nicht gemolken werden !”

„Wie du meinst, ich wollte nur helfen- mach, was du willst, ich mach noch ne Pause” war ihre Antwort.

Ok das Haus verlassen ging nicht, aber wenigstens hatte ich ein ruhiges Wochenende vor mir — oh wenn ich nur gewusst hätte — auf meinem Zimmer genoss ich den entspannten Zustand in meiner Hose und legte mir meine Sachen zurecht. Eine Präsentation musste ich noch zusammenstellen und einen fetten Stapel Übungen für die Prüfung am Montag, egal, alles ohne wunden Schwanz war gut. Magda hatte sich zurückgezogen und ich hatte mir ein Sandwich gemacht, kam in mein Zimmer und ohne nachzudenken, öffnete das Fenster und wollte frische Luft reinlassen.

Die Welt ging um mich herum unter: Mein Bauch wurde von einem harten Strafstoß getroffen, Starzbet Güncel Giriş gleichzeitig heulte ein Alarm auf und ein zusätzlicher schmerzhaft hoher Pfeifton brachte auch meinen Kopf fast zum explodieren, ich lag auf dem Boden und krümmte mich, das Fenster war offen, aber ich konnte mich vor Schmerzen nicht bewegen… nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit kam Magda ins Zimmer gestürzt und schlug das Fenster zu, augenblicklich hörten die Schmerzen im Bauch auf und der Alarm verstummte.

Auch Magda hielt sich mit beiden Händen den Kopf, durch das nachhallende Fiepen in meinen Ohren hörte ich sie nur mich anfauchen: “Was hab ich gesagt, Türen UND Fenster sind gesichert ! BLÖÖÖDMANN !”

Da ging auch noch mein Handy, es war Tante Effis Klingelton, ich ging sofort ran,… ja alles ok, es war wieder die besorgte Stimme, der sich kümmernden Tante, ich war wütend und alles in meinem Bauch tat weh, nein, wirklich alles ok ..wollte mein Zimmer lüften….hm hm… na dann werden wir wohl das Wochende die Wohnung nicht verlassen und auch nicht lüften… ihre letzten Worte waren noch, du und Magda werdet euch schon arrangieren, da wäre sie sich sicher… Ende des Telefonates… was sollte der Kommentar bedeuten… keine Anweisung zum Melken oder Entsamen?

Ich war total irritiert, eingesperrt in die Wohnung, aber sonst nichts weiter. Ich berichtete Magda vom Gespräch. Mir schien, es ging ihr besser, sie sprach mich wieder auf das Melken an, und ob es jetzt die Strafstösse waren oder einfach aus Gewohnheit, meine Blase fühlte sich voll an, obwohl ich gerade auf der Toilette gewesen war, ein deutliches Zeichen, dass meine Prostata sich gefüllt hatte. Obwohl ich das Melken echt gerne einmal ausgelassen hätte, sah ich ein, dass Magda recht hatte.

Ich drückte auf den Öffnungsknopf für das Bücherregal/Doppelschwingtür für das Labor — und… nichts…..auch Magda probierte den Schalter, als ob ein weiblicher Finger einen besseren Druck auf einen Schalter ausüben täte als mein Finger …. aber ebenso keine Reaktion, verdutzt schauten wir uns an.

Ich nahm das Handy und rief meine Tante an, der Anruf ging sofort auf den Anrufbeantworter, ich zuckte mit den Schultern und setzte mich wieder ans Lernen. Magda ging in die Küche und wollte Abendessen machen.

Nach einer knappen Stunde ging ich auch in die Küche, der Anblick war sowohl überraschend als auch erregend. Magda sass auf einem Stuhl und fingerte wie wild ihre Möse, ihre Dienstuniform — na ja so eine Art braves Französisches Zimmermädchen war total verrutscht, ein Busen war frei und wurde von ihr heftig geknetet und ihr Slip hing um ihre Knöchel. Die von den Tanten penibel täglich kontrollierten schwarzen Nylons hatten Laufmaschen, weil sie sich auch auf dem Stuhl wie wild hin und her bewegte ….

„Bitte hilf mir, ich halt es nicht mehr aus!”

Sie war extrem rallig und vermochte sich anscheinend keine Erleichterung zu schaffen. Na endlich konnte ich zeigen, was ich habe, dachte ich mir, Hose runter und ….MIST… Trotz des geilen Anblicks und des Flehen in den Augen, mein Schwanz war schlaff, … ich wurde so was von wütend, ohne den blöden Klicker kam keine Erektion hoch, und ohne Vakuum auch keine brauchbare Steifheit.

Mit zuckenden Schultern zeigte ich Magda meinen nicht einsatzfähigen Rüssel. Sie zog mich näher zu sich und fing an mich zu blasen, nur meine Dimensionen waren einfach nicht mehr mundgerecht. Frustriert versuchte sie, irgendwie eine Erektion zu provozieren, es blieb beim Versuch.

„Das Zäpfchen, …das war was anderes, seit das Brennen nachgelassen hat …. bin ich so scharf … und mein Kitzler reagiert überhaupt nicht, ganz tief drin, da juckt es und ich hab schon …. schon alles durchgesucht! Alle Zimmer sind abgeschlossen…hhhmmmmmm”.

Stöhnend und wimmernd versuchte sie weiter mit ihren Fingern sich selbst zu fingern. Es ging ihr wirklich schlecht, verzweifelt versuchte sie sich tief drin zu ficken, doch ihre Finger kamen nicht weit rein, nass und tropfend zog sie immer wieder genervt ihre Hand zurück.

Da hatte ich eine Idee. Ich zog ihr einen der schwarzen Nylons aus und band meinen Sack und meinen Schwanz ab. Es zwicke zwar, aber es funktionierte, der Blutfluss war gestoppt und langsam füllte sich mein Schwengel, mit hungrigen Augen verfolgte Magda das Anschwellen. Kaum war eine brauchbare Steifigkeit erreicht, legte sie sich auf den Küchenboden und bettelte mich an, sie endlich zu ficken.

Dem wollte ich nachkommen, da sich auch meine Geilheit mit meinen körperlichen Fähigkeiten zu decken anfing. Ich hatte meinen Schwanz nur an ihrer Votze angesetzt, vielleicht ein oder zwei Zentimeter drin, da fing Magda an zu wimmern und zu heulen. Auch ich spürte, dass sie weitaus enger war, als ich es von all den Sessions mit den Tanten in Erinnerung hatte.

Ich drücke noch mal , zog dann aber erschreckt zurück. Sie hatte lauthals geschrien. Ich hatte ihr wirklich weh getan! Mit meinen Fingern ertastete ich das Innere ihrer Möse. An sich fühlte es sich normal und feucht an, gierig fing Magda sofort an, sich auf meine Finger zu reiben und zu juckeln, mehr als drei Finger konnte ich auch nicht reindrücken, es war weich ,aber sobald man das Gewebe dehnen wollte, spannte es sich an. Sie jammerte ohne Ende.

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Conversational French (or the reluctant rapist). (CAW 24 Entry)

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“An Affair to Remember” was the film we saw that evening, though I don’t remember much about it. Apart from it was a pretty formulaic 1950’s film, the last bit (Where she wouldn’t tell him of the disability) was silly and the ending was sudden. I can’t see why it was voted number five on the most romantic movies of all time. Now Casablanca, like they played a couple of months ago, was worth the number one spot, but not this one.

I may not have been paying that much attention, I was there with Aimée, we were sitting at the back and smooching. This was at the Stanford Theatre, someone rich had bought it and restored it. The inside was amazing, everything you’ve ever imagined of a theatre from Hollywood’s golden age. It was only ten minutes from home, so we go there a lot. They showed old films there, I’m sure they couldn’t be making any money on it, it was usually empty. We were lucky to get about six others when we were there. Actually, that suited us with our smooching, more private.

The movie was just about to start, and in walks this woman and sits two rows in front of us. There were plenty of seats in rows nearer the front, she didn’t have to sit near us and cramp our style. It was Aimée who noticed her, “Check out that bombshell.” She must have picked that word up from one of the old movies we’d seen.

She was hot, she was tall and elegant. “Not bad.” My guess would have been company exec, or lawyer, hardly rare in downtown Palo Alto. She was wearing a black suit, like I said elegant. The skirt was tight and came down to mid thigh, nice legs. She paused and took off the jacket before she sat down. I could see her shape, very nice swelling of boobs under her thin teal top. She also had a chunky necklace and matching chunky bangle in gold with jade it looked like, nothing cheap. She smoothed out her long auburn hair before finally taking her seat.

She was just Aimée’s type. Aimée likes girls as well as men (she likes me anyway). She likes them tall and powerful. They’re much more satisfying to bring down to her level. Aimée liked them to submit to her, she’s kinda kinky like that. Me, I could do without the kinky stuff, but if all three of us get off, who am I to complain. She brings me along as the muscle, I don’t really like beating up girls, but some of them like it.

Aimée likes to make up a bio of the object of her fantasy, in this case the woman in the suit. She whispered in my ear, “She’s Hélène, she’s French-Canadian, she did law at the University of Toronto, spending a year at the Sorbonne. She got her masters from Harvard and is now director of regulatory affairs at a biotech company, further up University Avenue.” A background like that would be perfect for one of Aimée’s playmates.

The lights went down, and we continued our smooching. Aimée kept up a commentary about “Hélène”. “Wouldn’t you like to find out what’s under the skirt?” Things like that, “I bet she’s wearing expensive lacy panties.” She kept egging me on. “That top wouldn’t get in the way much, you could rip it off, how much of a handful do you think her boobs would be.”

All through the movie, Aimée and me smooched, that was good, it was turning me on. Aimée kept up the fantasy about Hélène, that was turning me on even more. Hélène kept glancing over to us, if I looked her way, she’d look away. We were turning her on.

Suddenly the movie was over. Typical of old movies, all the credits were at the beginning, so the movie ended and that was that. The lights came up, Hélène got up, threw her jacket over her shoulder and walked out. We ostensibly ignored her and smooched some more. Once she was out the door, Aimée motioned me to move and we followed Hélène out. She turned right out of the theatre, a block and a half, across the street and half a block. We followed casually along behind, just strolling.

She was parked in the new parking structure, she walked up one level, we followed. She paused and fumbled in her purse, she found her keys, pushed a button and the car next to her flashed and clicked. Aimée nodded, I sprang up behind Hélène. One hand went around her mouth, the other caught the wrist with the keys. Aimée grabbed the keys and opened the car’s rear door for me. I twisted Hélène’s arm up behind her back and bundled her in the back seat. I piled in on top of her. Two car doors shut and the car started up.

Aimée drove the car out of the garage, a flew blocks and we were on a quieter street. I let go of Hélène and turned her over. She said something, it sounded like “Barley pat.” French, I guessed. Maybe she was French, my French was never any good, and it’s gotten pretty rusty. It was never on the conversational Starzbet level, and it didn’t cover situations like this. Then she said “Salut!” though I don’t think it was a greeting. It was more like she spat it at me.

Aimée snarled “The girl.” I’m pretty sure I was missing something here. Aimée has pretty good conversational French, tending towards the gutter really.

Hélène snapped back “Salope.” That was a word I did know, she called Aimée a hooker.

Aimée told me, “Shut the bitch up.” I put my hand over her mouth again. Then there was a long stream of French from Aimée, it’s impossible to understand spoken French like that. It would help if the French could pronounce all the letters in their words. I just can’t hear the words, it’s just a jumble, I didn’t catch any of it. French maybe the language of love, but what Aimée was saying certainly didn’t sound like it. When Aimée was finished, Hélène was frightened and didn’t say a word when I let go of her mouth this time.

There wasn’t much traffic at that time of night, so it only took us ten minutes to get to our destination. I just lay on top of Hélène and gently fondled her, very nice. Traditionally you need a quiet country road for what we had in mind, but they’re difficult to find in the Bay Area. We’d found something which maybe even better. Driving North to the bridge, we turned off onto a frontage road by the salt ponds. Down by the water the frontage road turned left under the bridge. It was dark under there, and no one ever went there. Despite a million people driving overhead every day, no one noticed this road to nowhere.

Aimée parked in the dark under the bridge, turned on the inside light and excitedly knelt on the seat watching us. She nodded to me, it was my turn to do my thing. I looked Hélène up and down, contemplating where to start. Hélène looked back, fear in her eyes. My hand snaked under her tight skirt, and I dragged her panties down. I removed her strappy heels, and got the panties off her feet. “Hey, you were right.” I told Aimée, “Lacy.” The panties were lacy as Aimée predicted, teal matching the top.

They were also damp, I threw them to Aimée, she sniffed them. “Mmm.”`

I ran my hand up the inside of Hélène’s thigh, she closed her legs to stop me. I dragged up the hem of her skirt, and forced my knee between her thighs to open them. My hand now continued its journey, it found her pussy. Unsurprisingly, after my examination of the panties, she was wet. A couple of fingers found there way into her pussy, and a thumb flicked the clit.

She gasped and moaned. I continued on the clit, she sighed, “Merde!” That’s French I do understand, literally “shit”, or in this case, “Oh shit!” She was enjoying it but didn’t want to. Then she came, with a descending cry, “Aieeeeeee.” I leant back against the front seats, and smiled at the prone Hélène. Her skirt was rucked up around her waist, showing everything below. She wore no stockings or pantyhose, keeping cool in the indian summer we were having.

Aimée leant forward and kissed me on the cheek. “Good one.” She whispered in my ear.

Hélène’s eyes flipped open, she glared and me. “Salut!” It still didn’t sound like a greeting, she made to slap me. I caught the right hand in mid air, holding her wrist I twisted her arm up behind her back. She gasped in pain. I grabbed the other wrist and also pushed it behind her, I could hold both wrists in one hand. That left me with one hand free and Hélène immobilized. I undid her belt, it was leather died teal in a woven pattern, it slipped out from around her and I handed it to Aimée. “Can you think of anything to do with that?” Aimée would love to use it to warm up Hélène’s tush.

I found the zip on Hélène’s skirt and dragged the skirt down, leaving it around her ankles. Hélène glared at me, resenting the indignity. I reached behind her neck to unhook the necklace, it looked even more expensive close up. She said something, obviously a negative, “ne”, something, “pas”. I didn’t get the French but it was obvious she didn’t want me taking the necklace.

I unhooked it and gave it to Aimée, “What do you think of that?”

“Malfra!” Spat Hélène. Again, I wasn’t getting the word, there was probably a consonant on the end, I was getting the gist. She wasn’t happy with me.

“Nice.” Was Aimée’s reaction, not sure if that was in response to me or Hélène.

I let go of Hélène’s wrists, she brought her hands forward and massaged them. I caught her right wrist again, and slipped off the bangle, passing it to Aimée. I gave Hélène the stink eye, daring her to object. She cowered on the back seat.

I again Starzbet Giriş gave her an appraising look, nice. Suddenly I reached for the teal top and rip! It was now just shreds of fabric. Again, Aimée had been right, I could rip it off. Hélène now just had the skirt around her ankles and her bra. The bra, matching teal, was strapless, and front closing. It couldn’t be easier, I reached down and unclipped it. Hélène was now as good as naked. Still cowering, but not making any move to cover herself.

I took a few moments to appreciate her, she did look very tasty. Her long auburn hair, was thick and shiny, now not so neatly coiffured, bunching around her shoulders. She was pretty, and subtly made up to enhance, not hide her features. Subtle touches of rouge on the cheeks, eye brows done and lips glossy.

She was tall and slender, but not skinny. She was well shaped, her bosom swelled enticingly, the boobs wouldn’t quite fill my hands, but my hands are big. Her hips flared to perfect proportions. She had a neatly trimmed bush, that didn’t seem French, maybe Canadiens are like that. There was a light covering of auburn hair on her mound of Venus, trimmed into a heart shape which just pointed to her pussy, inviting me in there.

Her legs were slender and sexy, smooth without any covering. I took the skirt from around her ankles, her feet were dainty and elegant, like the rest of her. Well pedicured and tasty looking in themselves. I could imagine myself sucking and licking those toes.

“Magnifique!” I tried to join in with the French. It would be such a shame to spoil her, there were other things I’d much rather do. I leant back and stage whispered to Aimée, “Could I taste her? Do I have to beat her up?”

Aimée smiled, Hélène looked uncertainly at us. Aimée spoke, “It seems beauty has tamed the beast, he wants to lick you all over, including there.” Aimée looked pointedly at Hélène’s crotch. “He’s very good with his tongue, you should try it. Do you want that? Or should he just beat you up and fuck you?”

Hélène was just resigned to her fate, the fight had gone out of her. “Just get it over with.” Looks like I was just going to have to rough her up and fuck her. That’d be the quickest way. Aimée would like that, that’d turn her on, which could only be good for me.

But Aimée was in a more capricious mood, she said to me, “OK, do it your way.” No beating then, I get to play with Hélène, that’ll be fun. That’d also turn Aimée on in the long run. I looked back at the delicious sight of Hélène laying naked across the back seat, I wondered which end to start with. There were lips and boobs at one end, tempting but I could draw it out longer starting at the other end.

As cars go, there was a lot of room in the back of this one, whatever it was. I hadn’t noticed what the car was amid all the excitement. Aimée made even more room for me, being so short and having the drivers seat forward, but it was still a bit cramped back there. I was kneeling in the back seat passenger footwell, and Hélène was stretched out In front of me.

I picked up the ankle nearest me, I sniffed her foot. I had to bend her knee to accomplish that. The foot was fresh, not gross, so I started with the toes. Sucking on the big toe first, Aimée liked it when I did that to her. Hélène liked it too, her eyelids fluttered. I moved up the leg, kissing as I went, I massaged the sole of her foot at the same time, that move turned Aimée to jelly when I used it on her. Hélène was melting into the seat as I progressed. I got to her box, she smelt fresh and horny, that turned me on even more.

My next kiss should have been on her pussy, but instead, I picked up her other ankle and started the same progression on that side. There was a frustrated sigh from Hélène. The sighs changed to moans by the time I got to the upper thigh though. The pussy should be next, I paused. Again a frustrated sigh, this time I picked up both ankles and forced her legs back opening her up to me. I dived into her box.

She was totally turned on, she was totally wet, and the pussy was ready for me. I licked up and down her slit, she was tasty. She moaned and squirmed. I teased her like that some, then flicked her clit. A shiver ran through her, she was ready to pop. So I backed off and just teased her slit some more. There was a frustrated gurgle. I went back to the clit and squashed it with my tongue. She went wild.

I didn’t let her finish that thought, I unzipped and jumped on her while she was still spasming. I slipped in and thrust as hard as I could. Also I pawed at her boobs and kissed her lips, both fun to do. Her reaction was Starzbet Güncel Giriş confused, still coming, she wanted to reject my invasion, but couldn’t get it together enough to do that. She was cute like that. I’d been turned on enough by the proceedings, so to punctuate the point that I was just using her, I didn’t bother holding back. Just a few thrust later I came in her.

I slipped out of her and knelt back down to recover. Hélène came down from her come and came back to her senses, she burst into tears. The door she was leaning against opened, Aimée was standing outside. Aimée shouted, “Casse-toi!” and pulled at Hélène. I pushed from my side and Hélène was bundled out of the door. I got out of car and got back in in the drivers seat. Aimée jumped in the rear seat, “Lets go!” I gunned the engine and took off with a squeal of tires and peals of laughter. I saw Hélène receding in the rear view mirror as she got to her feet.

Out from under the bridge and around the corner, I pulled over to the side. Aimée handed me a jacket and a cap. Now I was to play “Charlie the chauffeur”. I turned the car around and went back under the bridge. Hélène was still standing there, naked, in the middle of the road. The car glided to a stop next to her and I lowered the window. “Can I help you madam?” I inquired.

Hélène just stood there, crying. I got out, removed the jacket and draped it over her shoulders. I opened the rear door and saluted. Aimée was sitting in the back with her arms held open wide. Hélène snapped to her senses and crawled into the back of the car and into Aimée’s arms. “Thank you.” She said.

I got back in the drivers seat, still wearing that silly cap. Aimée and Hélène were getting friendly in the back seat, they were discussing something. That’s when Aimée said, “Charlie, Hélène has something she wants to tell you.”

I could see Hélène in the rear view mirror, she was blushing. She leant forward and kissed me on the cheek, she looked down. “Thank you Charlie. … That was amazing, better than my fantasy. Being kidnapped and forced to enjoy it was so … humiliating.”

“It was my pleasure madam.” I stayed in character, but truthfully, I had really enjoyed myself on this scene. She blushed some more and went back to hugging Aimée.

Aimée gave the order, “Take us home Charlie.” I did a u-turn, and headed home. Then she said to Hélène, “If you’re very good, you can give the chauffeur a blow job when we get home.” That was something to look forward to. I drove us home, trying not to get pulled over, I didn’t fancy explaining the action in the back seat to a cop. Thank god, no one had noticed us abducting Hélène, so the cops weren’t looking for us.

— End attachment —

Subject: Re: Lets do it.
From: Hélène
Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2011 19:14:43 -0400
To: Aimée
cc: Charlie

Chère Aimée

Thanks for Charlie’s story, I shall treasure it for a long time.
I can’t wait for Weds, only three dodos. I’ll be sure to tip generously.

Gros bisous Hélène

> On Sep 18, 2011, at 2:12 PM, Aimée wrote:
>
> Chère Hélène
>
> I hope you like the attachment, despite Charlie’s endearing grasp of French.
> Something to remember Saturday by while you’re in Boston, if the tingling dies down.
>
> Charlie the chauffeur liked the tip you gave him this morning at SFO, he’ll be
> there to pick you up when you come back on Weds. I’ll think of a suitable tip for
> you to give him then.
>
>
> Charlie hon, just so you know, the French words are:
> bas les patte : (take your) paws off (me)
> salaud (not salut) : bastard
> ta gueule : (shut) your muzzle
> salope : slut (but used like “bitch”)
> ne vous avisez pas : don’t you dare
> malfrat : thief, thug
> casse-toi : get out.
> aimée : loved
>
> And just so you know, hon, never use these in front of Mamere. And hon,
> stop complaining about the accents you have to type, I’ll make it up
> to you.
>
> Bisouxx Aimée
>
>
>
>> On Sep 15, 2011, at 7:09 PM, Hélène wrote:
>>
>> Chère Aimée
>>
>> Looking forward to it. I’ll pick you two up Saturday at 7.
>>
>> Gros bisous Hélène
>>
>>
>>> On Sep 15, 2011, at 5:47 PM, Aimée wrote:
>>>
>>> Chère Hélène
>>>
>>> Love the way you spell Aimee with the accent (get the joke?), I’m
>>> going to use that myself. Its going to be fun to have someone to
>>> practice my French on.
>>>
>>> The showing is at 7:30, so if you pick us up at 7, we can get there
>>> in time. Text us when you get here, then we can get in the back and
>>> you can drop us off outside the theatre. That way, we’ll be more of
>>> a surprise.
>>>
>>> I think we can also work with the chauffeur idea.
>>>
>>>
>>> Bisouxx Aimée
>>>
>>>
>>
>>
>
>

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Ally’s Pussy Passion, with a surprise…

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This starts out with a young lady named Ally. She comes from a wealthy family in a rich neighborhood called Cobblestone heights. She was 18, and done high school… she had no friends, has never had sex. But she had her own apartment. Her parents paid for her to live in an up-scale apartment building.

Ally was lifting some boxes as her parents were leaving, the movers had moved everything into the apartment.. She opened the box and there was her pussy passion sex toy… and a few other things. After putting everything away in her new apartment, she was feeling really horny.. Ally wants sex with a sexy guy, she feels she’s 18 and missing out on hot young teenage sex. She was never really one of the “cool” kids in school.

Ally turned on the bath and got it nice and warm, she made it a bubble bath. Ally was a thin lady, with brown hair and brown eyes. She had nice medium sized boobs and clean shaven pussy. Ally was so lonely, she would do anything for a sexy guy to appear in her apartment and fuck her brains out, she wanted a toned bodied guy, with muscular definition, a nice juicy cock to go in her tight young pussy.

The bath was done filling, so she got completely naked, and looked in the mirror, she looked at her face and said to herself, you deserve better, you deserve love, and sex. She got in the bath tub and got all the bubbles on her body. She rubbed her nipples with the soapy water, and slowly slid her hand down her stomach to her pussy, she just gently put her hand on her pussy and started rubbing back and forth, it felt so good, she was moaning in pleasure, she rubbed her clit and stuck a finger in with her other hand.. She fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit faster and faster… then she stopped… she didn’t know what to do, she was tired of masturbating alone, she wanted sex so bad.

Ally got out of the bath and dried off. She put on a fancy expensive silk robe and went in to bed, she got her pussy passion sex toy, it stuck in and vibrated and swirled around, and there was a front part that vibrated your clit while it was swirling inside you, you would just hold down the part that vibrated your clit and let it do it’s magic… while she had this pussy passion sex toy in her, she was moaning in pleasure, she was loving it… “ohh yeah, fuck yeah baby” she said. She used one hand to play with her nipple, while the sex toy pleasured her. She was doing sex magic, and as she was orgasming, she tried to summon a male sex ghost from another dimension… she got louder and louder, “fuck yeah, fuck me”, and she climaxed.

Ally Starzbet was so lonely, at this point she wanted a perfected sexy guy to appear in her apartment, and fulfill all her deepest darkest desires. She went to bed and that was it for that day.

It was day 2 in her new apartment.. She thought, “my parents pay for everything, i dont need a job”, She went in the bathroom and the shower was running… there was someone in the shower… she said, in a concerned voice “who’s there”… “It’s Alex”. “Who the fuck is Alex” Ally said…

Alex said “it’s hard to explain, I’m not human”, “want to fuck in the shower?” Alex said. Ally said “I don’t get it, i’m gonna call the police”, he said, “no one can see me but you”, “I’m kind of like a sex ghost here to fulfill your deepest desires” Ally said, “you’re a psycho, get the fuck out of here!!!” The shower turned off “you can relax, I’m here to pleasure you” he came out of the shower clothed and dry…… “wtf are you?” Ally said, Alex was wearing a red tank top and shorts, and a gold chain around his neck, he was slightly tanned and muscular, and really handsome… Ally said, “So you aren’t real? But real to me?”, Alex said “sort of, you summoned me from a different dimension”, We help people in need alex said. “So you’re a ghost?” Ally asked… “Yes, basically” Alex said.

But Alex looked so real to her, and he felt real too. She went up to him and touched his skin, it was smooth and perfect. He had very little body hair, and so sexy and muscular. Wavy hair… Ally was intrigued..”so what would happen if someone was here? Would they be able to see you too?” Ally asked… Alex said no. Only Ally could see him. Alex explained “there are interdimensional beings around us, that we can see, that guide us through life. I know all about your social isolation, and the bullying you dealt with in school.” Ally said “so you’ve been around me all my life?” Alex said “yes”…

Ally said, so when do we have sex? Alex said, “whenever you want”… Alex was really sexy and Ally wanted to shower with him. So Alex said yes, let’s shower together. Alex slowly took off Ally’s silk robe, she was naked, Alex took off his tank top, and pulled his shorts down, his cock was hard and it had to be a juicy 7 inches… Ally reached out and stroked his cock, Alex had slight abs going on, she kept rubbing his cock back and forth, and he moaned in pleasure… they turned on the shower, and got in… they soaped each other up. Alex put Ally in front of him, she bent over, and stuck his cock in her pussy from behind, Starzbet Giriş they were fucking doggy style, Ally loved his cock going in her pussy, it was the first cock she took. He hugged her from behind and played with her soapy nipples, as he fucked her from behind, “oh your pussy is so tight” Alex said. Ally moaned in pleasure… They stopped.. Alex said “do you want me to fuck you on your bed.” Ally wanted it badly, so they moved to the bed after drying off. Ally wanted Alex to fuck her hard and dominate her with his muscular body. Ally got in bed and put her legs up in the air, Alex got on the bed and inserted his cock in her pussy slowly, at first, then got faster and harder, her legs were open and alex had his sexy strong arms and hands holding her legs back as he fucked her from the front, she was moaning in pleasure, Alex squeezed her tits, and played with her nipples as he fucked her and she was rubbing her clit… she couldn’t believe how good this felt, way better than the pussy passion sex toy she was using, that she somehow with sex magic summoned a sex ghost from another dimension………. Alex turned her around and said, want me to fuck your tight ass? She said yes. He inserted his juicy cock in her ass hole, it was so tight and sexy, she wanted Alex to dominate her, he was fucking her ass and grabbed her long brown hair from behind and pulled it a bit, she loved it, “fuck me baby”, “I love your sexy cock in my ass”. “Make me your bitch” Ally said moaning in pleasure, then he put his cock in her pussy and started fucking her from behind. Ally loved this, she said “yeah, im your little bitch.”. They stopped and cuddled next to each other for a bit and talked. “So will you disappear eventually?”, you feel so real” Ally said. Alex said, “I can go whenever you want me to”. “I think I want you for the rest of my life” Ally said, he said, “I cant do that, only for a while, you’ll see”, Ally said “oh ok”.

Alex and Ally cuddled for a while, he was still hard, she was jerking him off slowly as they laid next to one another, he had one of his hands playing with her nipples as she stroked his cock gracefully. “Can you lick my pussy Alex?” he said “yes”. So Alex got up and crawled on the bed, over to her feet, and then she put her legs in the air and spread them so he could get to her pussy, Alex slowly started to lick her tight young sexy pink perfect pussy. He licked her and licked her, and she moaned in pleasure, he inserted a finger, and licked her clit, fingered her harder and harder, she loved this. She was playing Starzbet Güncel Giriş with her nipples as he fingered her and licked her clit…’

Alex was her guardian angel basically. Alex stopped and said, I must disappear for a while, but I’m always with you… And POOOF he was gone, in the blink of an eye he was gone.

Ally was confused… maybe I’m psychotic… she thought. That couldn’t have been real. Ally left her apartment and went to a near by bar, she thought maybe she could find a real guy that could fuck her. At the bar there were some older guys, one guy was fat and few others were skinnier, Ally went up to the guy she felt was the youngest looking. His name was scott, she talked with him for a bit. They got pretty friendly. Scott put his hand on her hand, and looked her in the eye and said want to go back to my place. Scott had a hat backwards on his head and was skinny. Ally said, I have an apartment near by we can go to…

When they got to her apartment, Alex wasn’t there of course, but deep down, Ally wanted Alex, but she thought Scott is worth a try. She has never had sex, and if you can count Alex her interdimensional boyfriend she summoned or guardian angel you could say, as a real person that fucked her, technically she was a virgin still. So Scott and Ally talked a while in the living room and things got hot and sexy really quickly. Ally said, “I’m a virgin” to Scott, he said that’s ok, I’ve only had sex once and I’m 23… Ally thought this could be good. She asked him, if he wanted to go into the bedroom, and he said yes.

She held Scott’s hand and he lead the way to the bedroom. They went into the bed and laid next to each other, and cuddled, they slowly got naked and she could feel Scott’s hard erection through his shorts, she rubbed it for a while, and then they got completely naked and Scott wanted Ally to ride his cock, it was about 6 inches, but thick. Ally got on top and slid his cock in her tight pussy, she leaned forward and he started thrusting up and down with his hips moving, she loved this, she felt his thick cock going in and out of her tight young pussy, Scott came… Ally was disappointed, he was a premature ejaculator.. Ally said it was ok, they got dressed and talked a bit more, they exchanged numbers and that was it, he left….

Ally closed the door as scott left, then she heard the shower running… She was freaked out now.. Alex was back she thought.. Wtf is this… So Ally went into her bathroom and there he was, Alex all naked and covered in soap. His muscular body was so sexy all wet and shiny from the soap… Ally got naked and went in the shower with Alex, They kissed and got all soaped up, she loved the way Alex’ naked soaped up body felt rubbing on her naked body as they kissed…

To be continued…..

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