Aylar: Ekim 2023

Authors Note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. The two main characters, Aiden and Scarlet, are both 18 years old and seniors in high school.

Chapter 1 – Initiation

Aiden walked past a floor length mirror in his house on the way out to school. He was a senior in Kempton High. The reflection he saw was a chosen one. Long black pants that dragged on the floor with chains all around made up his bottom, accompanied by black and white checkered sneaks. His tee shirt was black with Green Day’s logo on the front. Green eyes stared back at Aiden from his reflection, taking in the spiked black hair, lip ring, eyebrow ring and barbell in his ear. A pentagram hung from his neck, one point at the top symbolizing his faith to the wiccan religion. A black sack hung from one shoulder, which contained his notebooks and school supplies. Not that he cared much for school.

Locking the door behind him, Aiden put his keys back into his pants pocket and started his walk to school. Head down, Aiden counted the cement blocks. When he reached 52, he looked up, and as always, Scarlet stood waiting for him. She gave him one of her infamous wicked smiles.

Scarlet was about 5’6, which paled in comparison to Aiden’s masculine 6’2. You would think short, so she must be feminine. But no, you are far wrong. Scarlet was anything but feminine or ladylike. Dressed in a short black skirt, black and white stockings, and black leather combat boots, you could tell by only looking at the bottom half that she was anything but normal. A small black shirt that stopped short of the skirts top by about 2 inches showed the black lace camisole underneath. The icon of a rose with thorns around its stem lay peacefully on her chest. The outfit was completed with a pentagram around her neck, black eyeliner, skull earrings in each ear, and a tongue ring. Her hair was a dark red, almost like dried blood. Overall, you could not say that Scarlet was a supermodel, but with C cups and full thighs, she had curves in all the right places, and was a sight to see. If you liked gothic, that is.

And like gothic, Aiden did. He never admitted it to her, but he always had a semi-crush on her. They were the best of buds since junior high, and were inseparable. Today was no different, and he felt a small stirring in his crotch as he did a one over from top to bottom, drinking in her curves like a hungry puppy.

“You really need to stop staring at me like that,” quipped Scarlet as she watched Aiden scan her figure.

Aiden jumped when he noticed she saw, but Scarlet didn’t mind. He did it every day, and in fact, Scarlet had grown to like it.

Aiden reached into his backpack and opened the biggest zipper. In the back of that area was a small zipper that no one ever would notice. Opening it, Aiden pulled out 2 cigarettes, stuck one in his lips and handed one to Scarlet. A joint was also in the pack of cigs, but he kept that well hidden for later in the day, when he and Scarlet were alone in his basement, hanging out and watching tv.

He tossed Scarlet his lighter and she caught it, cupping her hand around the flame to get the cigarette to catch. She handed it back once a large stream of smoke emerged from the end. Scarlet didn’t honestly like smoking all too much, but it added to her overall gothic appearance. Besides, she just couldn’t quit. She hated to admit it, but she was addicted.

‘One day, I will get around to it…’ thought Scarlet of her habit.

“So, how is my little scar?” asked Aiden through pursed lips. He took a drag on his cigarette, and then kept it between the two of them so none of those goody two shoes preps would catch him and rat him out.

Scarlet playfully slapped his shoulder, then also hid her cigarette between the walking duo.

“I’m cool, I guess. Got a stupid test today from that little bastard of a history teacher, Mr. Collings. Anything with you?”

“Nah, I’m free of the bullshit today. We should hang after school. Come over to my place?”

“Yeah, sure. Sounds cool.” Scarlet was well aware of the joint he had, and was very ready to use it to the full benefit that afternoon. Little did she know, Aiden had other plans as well.

Both snubbed out the ends of their cigarettes after the mile walk to school. Aiden reached into his pocket and pulled out some breath mints, to hopefully cover up some of the smell from the nosey teachers at school. Handing one to her, she opened her mouth and he popped it in for her.

“Why thank you, Kind Knight” Scarlet joked.

“Never a problem, my gothic angel.” Aiden said this with more emotion than intended, and Scarlet glanced at him and gave him a funny look. But she shrugged it off. She knew that even though Aiden was much more experienced than her, he would never risk their friendship. Would he?

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Aiden was waiting for Scarlet after school, near the benches, as always. When she stepped out of the large double doors, a kid shoved her to get by, Manavgat escort and gave her a nasty glare. Scarlet turned to him and said, “Yo, you got a problem with me?”

The kid, unfazed, said “Yeah, you are a gothic freak, and you were in my way. Now move, bitch!”

That did it. Scarlet was already on edge from a hard day, and so she brought her leg up, and before the kid saw it coming, she kicked his balls and then punched his face as he attempted to retaliate. Then, she ran to Aiden, laughing.

Holding hands, they both started to jog away from the school and towards their houses before someone reported them. Still laughing, Scarlet managed to say, “Damn… I hope he wasn’t planning on having any kids….” in between laughs.

Finally they slowed their pace to the normal walk about 1/4 of a mile away. They both realized at the same instance that they were holding hands. Both looked down, and then quickly looked into each others eyes. Aiden grasped her hand a bit more firm, as if to say it was ok. Scarlet sighed and leaned into his side, resting her weight on him as they walked. The closeness was wonderful, and although neither of them said anything, they were both enjoying it.

When the duo reached Scarlets house, Aiden looked at her and questioned, “So.. You still up for coming over to my place?”

Scarlet nodded, and they continued holding hands and walking to his house. Aiden reached into his pocket and pulled out some keys. Finding the right one, he unlatched the front door and let Scarlet and himself inside.

Locking the door behind them, Aiden nodded to his basement. Neither of his parents were home, but that was normal. His parents were divorced. Father lived a couple cities over and had no cares about his son, and his mother worked until 8. The ride home made her arrive around 9 pm, give or take a few minutes.

Once in the basement, Aiden and Scarlet sat on the rustic tan couch in front of the TV. The basement was barely furnished, but it did the job. Besides the sofa and telly, there was a really nice stereo system that Aiden had purchased himself, and a few posters and pictures. The floor was carpeted with a soft, brown plush, and the walls were made of fake wood.

Aiden fidgeted nervously in his seat. Normally he was very comfortable around Scarlet, and could say anything in front of her. But he finally realized that he had to admit the undeniable, he wanted to try and take the relationship with Scarlet past friends. Try it out for a bit, see what happens.

Aiden started to open his mouth and tell Scarlet how he really felt, when Scarlet quieted him with a finger to his lips. She knew what he was going to say, or at least she hoped she was right. Scarlet knew that Aiden had been looking at her differently lately, and was more antsy and almost, well.. confused.

Scarlet put in a small prayer, and then slid over next to Aiden from the other end of the couch. Their thighs touched and both felt the sparks that flew. The tension coming from Aiden was almost palpable as Scarlet reached up and brought her delicate frame onto his. She leaned in, her chest on his as their lips grazed for the first time.

She looked into his emerald eyes, and said, “Is that what you were going to ask?”

Instead of answering, Aiden made room for Scarlet to come closer. He wrapped his hands around her head and leaned in, kissing her passionately. Emotions that had been hidden for years now came flooding out, expressing the true love that both felt for each other. Their tongues tangoed in their mouths, now combined into one. Aiden played with Scarlets tongue ring, flicking it around and enjoying the sharp metal taste mixed with the bitter taste of cigarettes.

This was the start of something great. Of what, neither knew that now. But something great, they both knew that much.

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Scarlet was the first to pull away from the intense kiss. “I am assuming I was accurate, Aiden, in your question?”

Aiden pecked her cheek and smiled. “You are the most gorgeous, sexy, amazing, stunning girl I have ever met, Scarlet. Every time I see you now, I cant stop wondering how lucky I am to have you as a friend. And now, maybe even more…”

Scarlet leaned in and kissed him once again, playfully teething his lower lip. “Damn straight and you better not forget it, boyfriend!” Scarlet joked.

‘Boyfriend… I could get used to that…’ thought Aiden.

Scarlet looked at him, turning serious for a minute. “I really think we have potential, Aiden, and I think this could turn into something great. But being honest, you just have to know.. you are always telling me about all the girls you have fucked, licked, and everything else. I am still a virgin, though. And in all ways. I want to try everything and anything with you, but please… take it slowly. I’m willing to try anything, but slow and steady, ok, babe?”

Aiden nodded, understanding. For a guy, loosing your virginity, or Manavgat escort bayan even most anything else was mere pleasure. But to a girl, it was probably different. It might even hurt at times, and that was the last thing he wanted for Scarlet. He kissed her on the lips, whole heartedly and passionately to tell her it was ok with him, and he understood.

“Thanks for understanding. It means alot to me…” Scarlet murmured.

For the rest of the night, Scarlet and Aiden just sat on the couch and watched TV, snuggled up against each other. Occasionally they would lean in to kiss, but they mostly just enjoyed the others company. Scarlet nuzzled her head on Aiden’s chest, bathing in the comfort….

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The next day was a Friday, and Scarlet and Aiden went the usual route to school, cigarettes and all. But this time they held hands and kept each other warm, even though it was a beautiful day out.

After school, Scarlet and Aiden walked home together. Stopping at Scarlet’s house, Aiden asked her if she wanted to go home or come over to his house.

Scarlet reached up on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “I dont think so, loverboy. I’ve got a surprise waiting for you.”

Aiden nearly melted as her hot breath surrounded his ear and took in her delicate, enticing words. He held her hand as they walked to his house. Aiden wondered to himself what the surprise would be.

Unlocking the door to the house, Scarlet led him to the basement. On the way down, he mentioned to her, “Oh, by the way. I forgot to tell you, my mom is going away on a business meeting all weekend. She wont be back until Monday night.”

“All the better for your gift then, Aiden.” Now Aiden was really inquisitive as to what the gift was.

Once in the basement, Scarlet sauntered over to Aiden and pushed him lightly onto the couch. He landed with a soft thud into the pillows. Scarlet stood in front of him and let his eyes wander around her body. He took in her form with eagerness, and already he could feel a hard on arising from just looking at her. Today Scarlet was wearing almost the same thing as yesterday, except the skirt was a tad longer and made of leather, and her shirt was just solid black, with no logo on it. It was the same length as yesterday, but instead of revealing a black lace camisole, it showed a shock of creamy white skin, along with her belly button and the black playboy bunny earring in it. The bunny’s eye was a ruby, glinting back at Aiden as if to say, ‘I know what your thinking…’

Scarlet twirled around for him once, and then slowly and seductively started to pull her shirt over her head. Once off, she sauntered over to Aiden, who was completely under her spell now. She turned her back to him and said, “Oh, fair, kind, handsome Knight. I seem to be in a dilemma. I cant seem to reach to unhook my bra. Would the heroic Knight be interested in helping the fair Maiden, per say?”. With that, Scarlet sat on his lap for him to unhook her bra. She landed softly, but felt a bump in his lap. At first she wasn’t sure what it was, but then it hit her with a bang and she thought, ‘damn… I’m good!’

Aiden unsnapped the small, strapless black bra. It slid off from around her chest and to the floor, and it took a large amount of restraint to not turn her around and have his way with her. But he held still, knowing, or at least hoping, that in the end it would be for his benefit. Aiden reached up and started to massage her back. He squeezed her shoulders and rubber her sides, making Scarlet moan quietly in ecstasy. Her moans were only more of a turn on to Aiden, so he finally slowed and then stopped, and Scarlet leaned back onto his chest. Aiden looked down and kissed her sideways on her lips. As it got intense, Scarlet reached down and grabbed Aiden’s hands gently, lifting them and placing them on her breasts. His hands warmth radiated through her, and she moaned as Aiden started to squeeze and massage them.

Being a C cup, Scarlet was more than a handful, literally. But Aiden was in heaven. The gothic girl of his dreams was half naked on his lap, and he was playing, nay loving, her chest as they kissed.

Finally Scarlet stood up and removed her skirt and combat boots. Kicking them aside, she sat back down in Aiden’s lap like a baby, wearing only a small black thong and black stockings. She kissed him but did not stay on his lips for long. She licked her way up his cheek and to his ear, which she nibbled delicately. Aiden moaned his approval. He had had sex before, but it was never anything intimate. More like a wham, bam, thank you ma’am!, than anything. This, what he was experiencing now, was amazing. Scar seemed to really care about him, about what she was doing. But most of all, she seemed to enjoy it.

Scarlet licked, sucked, and nibbled on his ear for a moment or two more, and then slowly kissed and licked her way down his neck. Finding his shirt collar, she had to stop to remove it. Chest bouncing Escort manavgat as she stood, Aiden got his first real look at her chest. Round and not even slightly saggy, they were perfect. Made him almost want to just eat them up, even. But there was no time for that. Virgin or not, Scarlet was detirmed to show Aiden that she was willing to try anything. Besides, she always wanted to know what a penis looked like, and even tasted like.

Aiden lifted up his back from the couch so that Scarlet could remove his tee shirt, which she did and then tossed to the side. She resumed kissing his neck, and now she traveled slowly down past his well formed chest and naval, to his pants line. Scarlet kneeled down onto her knees now, finally ready to do the task at hand. Even with the black jeans on, Scarlet could feel an obvious bulge in his pants. She wondered how big he was. She had nothing to base it on, so whatever she saw was bound to be good. But she hoped it wasn’t small. That would be the worst.

Scarlet slowly undid the button in his pants, and then the zipper. Scarlet pulled them out from under his bottom and off of his feet, discarding them to the side. The bulge of his cock was now even more obvious through his boxers. It seemed as if it had a life of its own, straining and twitching to get out from its restricted areas. Scarlet struggled because of its overall size, but finally managed to find her treasure. Pulling the boxers out of the way and off of his legs, Scarlet gasped with surprise at its sheer size and beauty. Scarlet had honestly expected to find a nasty, hairy hotdog. But what she found instead was an almost hairless rod which she estimated to be at around 8 inches long. Aiden’s cock stood proudly erect, saluting Scarlets gorgeous body. The shaft was thick as well, matching the length proportionately. Two balls hung in a somewhat hairy sac below his cock. Swollen, Scarlet could see the veins on both his cock and balls pulsing with excitement.

That Scarlet could arouse a man this much with just her body and her kisses was a major power rush, as well as a major turn on. Scarlet touched the tip of his cock gingerly, but then pulled away quickly as if it might bite. Looking to Aiden for advice, Aiden merely nodded in his state of ecstasy.

With a renewed will, Scarlet grasped the whole shaft in her hands, firmly but not rough. She felt it pulsing in her hand, and slowly she started to pump it up and down. Aiden groaned, mere jerking was torment to him right now.

Removing her hand, Aiden looked down to find Scarlet staring at his cock with a questioning look in her eyes.

“Something wrong, Scarlet?”

Scarlet looked up and said to Aiden, “Well, yes, actually. It needs a name.”

” A name?” asked Aiden tentatively. He had heard stories from some guy friends how their girlfriends insisted on naming their cocks things like “Cuddles” and “Fluffy”. Aiden shuddered at the thought.

“Um hmm.” said Scarlet. “A name. Now, penis just doesn’t sound right. Its just too big to be called a penis. A little boy has a penis. Not a big, muscular man like my Aiden.”

‘My Aiden’… Aiden thought he could also quickly get used to that. He listened intently, hoping this was a good sign that he wasn’t about to be christened Rainbow.

“Dick sounds kind of gay, I always thought. And cock just doesn’t fit. It sounds more like a tool than my new best friend, dont you think?” quipped Scarlet, as a pert, little smile liner her face.

Aiden nodded along. So far, he was liking her thought process. Even though technically it was going to be a tool, he liked the term best friend more. Much, much, much more.

“Hmmm.. what do you think about… Tiger? Its masculine, powerful, and really sexy, I think. Do you like Tiger?”

“I think I can get used to it, Scarlet. And if you think its sexy, then by all means, go ahead and call it whatever you want.” Aiden agreed to Tiger, and so the pleasure continued.

Scarlet leaned down and kissed Tiger on the head, and greeted him. “Now that you have a name, Tiger, I think we better get to know each other…” Aiden had no complaints with this idea.

His cock wasn’t as bad tasting as she had heard it could be, but it wasn’t exactly chocolate. She licked the head in one long stroke. Aiden groaned his approval. He leaned back into the sofa, hoping she wouldn’t stop.

A small clear drop of liquid appeared at the tip of his crown, and Scarlet quickly reached in and licked it off. Pondering the taste, she thought she could get used to it. But now, she had no idea what to do. So, she just went with her instincts, and used the noises Aiden made as a guide to the good versus the great.

Licking the shaft from top to bottom, Scarlet got Tiger all wet and slippery with her own saliva and his precum, which Scarlet now licked up willingly. Grasping his balls with one hand, Scarlet took the base of his shaft in the other and started to massage. She placed her head on top of his crown and pushed it into her mouth, then started to suck and bob on as much as she could. With Aiden being close to a massive 8 inches long, she had no hope of getting it all in right away, but she managed about 4 or 5 inches on her first try, which was damn good for her first ever blow job.

Part 3 The Castle

Released from the hospital, I felt strange as I toyed with the hospital wrist band on my carpus (wrist). I thought like a doctor, but up to the point of release I was treated like a patient, a piece of meat, even though the Hospital President held the palmar side (palm) of my hand during the procedure.

My sleek light brunette 20 – year old secretary had an interesting observation on the God – complex. “You hide behind an incomprehensible blither of pseudo Latin to present yourself as God. At some point, you’re only deceiving yourself.”

It was a quick drive up the hill from the hospital where Mr Pauling, my lawyer assigned from the insurer, had picked me after a surgical procedure to extract a donated ovum. We were getting together this early to sign important papers in preparing my defence to a malpractice action and other charges brought by my former friend and roommate Erica Erickson.

How much did Mr Pauling need to know? I understood the need to control the information Mr Pauling received about the incident. No need to know the whole wretched details, Mr Pauling I decided only should know what was necessary to make my defence. I was a doctor. I had the God – image to preserve. We can do no wrong. The “truth” would be controlled.

What is control? Erica had said any woman can control a man. Even me, at 5 ‘ – 1″ and 200 lbs. “Here’s the deal, swing that rack of Double D, the guy will buckle, he will kneel, an obedient servant to Queen Bee.”

Like Erica, Mr Pauling, I believe, blessed with a great memory and attention to detail, would have made a great teacher. Teacher, hmm, I mused, there was a time when I myself might have become a teacher.

As Mr Pauling turned onto Sparks Place, he remarked “Edgar Carleton Sparks, (1822 – 1895) one of the hoary, grizzly portraits on the wall in my former law firm, a founding partner of REMPH, SPARKS & HARKER, Railroad lawyer, member of the State Senate, Chancellor of University Hospital.”

Hmm, Erica, I, thought, could rival Mr Pauling for knowledge of such irrelevant trivia. How would she handle this situation? Pretend to be impressed. Men are easily entranced by a studious pupil. Erica put this under her wisecrack: “Why men are like coca cola bottles or the art of the tease.”

“Railroad lawyer – State Senator – University Chancellor – all at the same time?” I asked. I chuckled. Shaking my head, I remarked, “I couldn’t imagine Dr Windham the current University Hospital President managing all that without breaking half dozen policies and laws.”

“Pretty much so,” responded Mr Pauling as he was parking his car on State Street next to the park, “Pre – Watergate morality was significantly different.” Noting the alternate sides of the street parking rules, Mr Pauling noted, “I’ve more than enough time.”

I almost chuckled at “enough time.” What did Erica say about spending time with men? “Men and women, who’s more fickle? Men burn in a flick but come too quick.”

As much as my former friend Erica was now my declared enemy, heck she sued me and my employer the University Hospital for malpractice, the worst thing you accuse a doctor of, her thinking was guiding me. Was that a danger?

I agreed with Mr Pauling that there would be plenty of time. I did not want more than a cursory examination of the Emergency Medical Response Training Exercise in October.

As we crossed the street to reach my brownstone castle, Mr Pauling commented, “State Street is an up and coming area. What brought you here?”

“Accident—or—fate, Mr Pauling,” I replied, “seems to have shaped my entire life. I was to have gone to St Helena’s College; they ran the Convent School I attended, but a week before school opened, an opportunity opened for me in the PAP program at Capital land College—too late for getting into the dorms. So, last minute, Father rented the apartment here. I fell in love with the flat and, at one point, even made a few sacrifices to keep it.”

Hmm, last year of med school, that’s where the trouble started. When Father cut the allowance because my brothers were in med school and law school, I brought in Erica as a boarder. After my graduation, she stayed on. Once a friend who rescued me, now an embittered enemy, oh what irony!

“Oh,” Pauling remarked, “I see, EEOC. What did Vice – President Spiro T Agnew foresee? You would have your doctor chosen by equal opportunity! Ironic isn’t it a prick of fate you who came up under banner of Equal Opportunity are one of the first sued for sake of the Rehabilitation Act’s policy?”

“Unfortunately,” I thundered my repartee, “women are judged by harsh standards. In the race of life, we’re either saints left behind at the starting gate or sluts who succeed by whoring themselves, Hmm,” I reflected aloud, “I might have been of the saints. Had I gone to St Helena’s College, I’d have become a nun and taught school.”

I had been warned by my brother that Mr Pauling was a tough fighter but was regarded as abrasive and one not to mechanically utter pleasing white liberal apothegms.

“At Alanya Escort escort the moment, it’s the Hospital’s bad luck—and your too—that only an institution accepting federal funds is prohibited from discriminating against the disabled,” Pauling noted.

Indeed, such was the state of the law prior to the Americans With Disability Act which would come some two decades in the future and which would encourage a tidal wave of litigation. Few people were familiar with the Rehabilitation Act. Erica apparently paid close attention in law school.

Inside, I exclaimed, “It’s good to get out of the cold.” I hung my jacket up. “You should take off your jacket while we go over your paperwork. Within these solid plaster walls,” I tapped my fist on the wall, “these old wrought iron heaters are pretty effective in belching out the heat. Plus, after sun – up, I get pretty good sunlight through the front windows.”

“Are you trying to sell me the building?” Mr Pauling, crashing into a wooden chair in the kitchenette, laughed. “It might prove to being a good investment.”

Noticing that, despite the heat, Mr Pauling was clutching his coat around him, I conducted my preliminary evaluation; he was still wearing pajama bottoms; his shoes weren’t properly laced; he wore no socks. My Rx, take my time. Chances are, having rushed out to pick me up, he is shirtless and sans culotte. Let him simmer.

What had Erica said of the art of the tease? “It takes expertise to control your mister, keeping hope flicker, letting him blister, making him treat you like a sister.” Hmm, perhaps, in practice, that particular gem might not be wise in my case.

“Mr Pauling,” I started, “I need to get these scrubs off. Scrubs tend to be rather stiff making them hard to wear without underwear. I have to get them off before I start to itch. I’ll leave my bedroom door ajar while you ask your questions.”

I walked into my bedroom, just beyond the kitchenette. Sitting on my bed, I lifted my foot to remove one of the haz – mat boots. I started to tug. The fit was snug. During the struggle, Mr Pauling with a yellow pad on the table started to ask questions.

“As you know, your former tenant, on a Friday Afternoon, last October, Erica Erickson, was brutally attacked on Central Avenue. In her lawsuit, Erica Erickson alleges that the attack happened,” Pauling looked down at his papers, “or rather started during a disaster training exercise. A trainee, under your control, stripped her naked. Abandoned and helpless on Central Avenue at sunset, she was left defenseless on the street to be raped. What were you doing in that neighborhood that Afternoon?”

I decided to lift off the top. It was scratching my mammillae (nipples).

Sherry my secretary insists I provide as an alternative the popular term, even in my reports to the Hospital administration. How many of these people really understand all this gibberish? The lingo is intended to define the caste. Those many that don’t understand it are too afraid to admit it.

I soothed the itchy epidermal tissue (skin), before I returned to the boots. “The Med School was conducting a training exercise in Emergency Medical Response, with the assistance of the Capital land Fire Department’s Chief EMT. As you know, Central Avenue is a derelict area, mostly burnt out houses, abandoned buildings and car wrecks. It’s generally deserted. Hence, it’s an ideal place to conduct an exercise.”

Freed from that starchy top, my mammaries (boobs) bounced. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Mr Pauling’s eyes widened at my dangling mammaries (breasts). I chuckled to myself. How long would the magical spell last?

Erica had a trill for this:

“Mother nature’s fiendish plot, he’s out to peek, where he ought not, at her glorious physique, In the altogether, sans culotte.”

Naturally, it took Mr Pauling a full heartbeat to ask the next question. “So, tell me,” Pauling hesitated, “exactly what time did you start the exercise?”

“It starts out 6am early in the morning at the hospital,” I explained as I rocked on the edge of my bed holding one knee in both hands, “I meet with the Med Students and the Fire Department people. I had problems with some of the med students. It was one of those October three – day weekends.”

“Monday Holiday Act!” Mr Pauling exclaimed, “The travel industry loves it. The Veterans hate it. They lose the connection of our holidays to wars. And of course, if you give people a three – day weekend, they angle to add a fourth to it.”

“Yep, to the many students,” I suspected, “who wanted to take an extra day off to the three – day weekend to travel out to the lakes or go home, I remember what I said.”

“Huh?” Mr Pauling grunted. Recovering from his fixation with my mammaries (breasts), Mr Pauling muttered, “Oh, what did you tell the disgruntled students?”

What did Erica say, “Sting him! you’re Queen Bee, Suggest Favors to please, but keep him begging on his knees.”

“I reminded them ‘medicine is a full – time occupation Alanya Escort bayan without borders that takes precedence over everything else, your friends, your family, your religion, your race or nationality…'” I recalled, “`if you want an occupation which indulges in deference to personal preferences, the law school is on the other side of the North River.’ I surprised myself with my own words. What do you think?”

“Eh—oh yeah,” Mr Pauling mesmerized by the gently sway of my breasts remarked, “they’re beautiful.” When I raised my eyebrows, Pauling bumbled over an attempt at clarification, “Your – eh thoughts-you display them so well.” Removing his jacket, revealing a bare chest and striped pajama bottoms, Pauling tried to avert his glance.

What did Erica say, “When you’re blessed with ample chest that makes him quiver. You can suggest more than you intend to deliver.”

“You want to know what happened next?” I suggested as I leaned forward to allow my mammary glands (breasts) to tantalize Mr Pauling. “Oh, let me see,” I held my fist under my mentum (chin), pretending to think, “we explain the crisis the actors will be enacting.” I paused to let Mr Pauling re – establish a connection with his brain.

Erica’s line went, “his eyes perceiving, your breasts heaving, dreams weaving, heart racing eager, he’s seized with the fever.”

Recovering, Mr Pauling, eyes still rivetted on my bust, struggled to ask, “the actors ugh—gets her—their parts. Ugh What were the parts?”

“After I administered a physical exam to each of the actors,” I explained the process, “The actors were all issued a red sweater, scarf and blue jeans which would identify participants. The scenario was a multi – vehicle accident and the actors and actresses were to wander around in a daze until help arrived. We wrapped up about 4PM.”

Hands on my hips, I waited for Mr Pauling to ask the final question. Ultimately, Pauling strove to sputter out the final question. “Ugh—did you ever see Ms Erica Erickson that afternoon? Was she one of the ugh—crisis actresses that afternoon?”

“No, I didn’t see her that afternoon,” I replied.

We waited in silence for Mr Pauling to come up with follow – up questions.

“It’s fun but risky,” Erica taught, “to prod to vetch, to bring him to the edge, when he’s frisky, fever burning, near the point of no returning.”

I decided to end the interview by asking for help removing a haz – mat boot. As Mr Pauling approached. I could see every muscle in his bare chest, impressive but his erection was evident poking through loose pajama bottoms.

I was tingling. I mechanically reached for my top to hold it modestly to cover my chest. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stay or leave. Was I terrified or titillated?

What would Erica have said? “Tease as much as you dare, but be alert, beware, Take heed of this mouthful, he’s the bull and you’re the mare.”

My left boot simply slid off when he pulled at it. “Easy enough!” Mr Pauling declared. “Now the left—oops right.,” Mr Pauling ordered, “leave the shirt cover your chest; cup both hands over right knee cap and on the count of three, pull back, while I try to pull the boot off. Did you have any problem putting the boot on?” I shook my head.

“One – two – three,” Mr Pauling shouted, “Pull.” When the boot came off, Mr Pauling staggered back a pace, I fell back on the bed, the top flew over my cranium (head). A strange, wild look came over Mr Pauling’s face. He cast aside the boot, moved toward me, untied the bow, below my Umbilicus (belly button, navel).

The silliest things that the mind brings to surface at the most inappropriate times – My secretary Sherry’s reminder to translate doc – speak into English – as Mr Pauling opened the Knot which held the bottoms up.

Phalanges (Fingers) grasping the waist band over either coxa (hip), wrenched the bottoms. I shouted, “Mr Pauling!” but I surprised myself. I did not resist. I lifted my gluteal prominence (butt) to allow the bottoms to slide off. He paused for a second looking at my freshly shaved pubes (crotch).

Once again, the most ridiculous thought came to mind. Was I betraying Erica?

Erica once whispered, “Friends forever, freed from all men, `till day come however, guys we will befriend, and we shall endeavor, with whomsoever, to copulate like a vixen, make heartbeat thunder like a drum, this augury I must portend, lest our choice, our bleak recourse, is an evolutionary dead – end.”

Mr Pauling took a leg and turned me over on my belly. He lifted my thighs. I gasped when he penetrated (entered) me, but I pushed back to force him to pump in further. How long we rocked together, I’m not sure. Certainly, it wasn’t long enough. He crashed face down, next to me, legs dangling off the bed.

I didn’t want to scare Mr Pauling that this was my first time—with a man. I slapped Mr Pauling on the gluteus (butt). “Let`s hop in the shower – together,” I boldly suggested, “if you want. You have to move your car anyway – Alternate sides of the street Escort alanya parking. Remember.”

Mr Pauling’s mouth was moving without sound. He was trying to say, I’m sure, “are you protected?” Putting a finger over his mouth, I said let me kiss you and make it better. Besides, I donated an egg last night. The baby factory is temporarily closed. Head to the shower and I’ll take you to breakfast and then to the scene.”

In the shower, we soaped each other up and hugged. With his erection stirring again, we gently rocked together. “There really isn’t very much room in here.” At that I was thrown facing against a wall, upper and lower extremities (arms and legs), spread against the tiles, mammary glands were flattened into the cold, damp tile. To accommodate his access, Mr Pauling hoisted me off my feet by my axillae (arm pits).

I repressed a chuckle. In mastering practical medical terminology, my secretary Sherry as restrained as she was, commented that “a big mistake in porn is to employ vulgarity. It, sex, can even sound more exotic if you use medical terminology.” When I raised my eyebrows, Sherry added, “Think on it, the most offencive word you can use to refer to a woman is `cunt,’ which comes from the Latin word cunneo, as in Cunnilingus, oral sex the guy applying his mouth to stimulate a girl’s—cunt?” I often rocked my head to and fro in amazement at some of the things Sherry came up with.

Rocking up and down, I brought Mr Pauling to a second eruption.

Then I turned and ordered Mr Pauling out of the shower. “Go to the other bedroom, your friend Josh left some clothes in there. I’ll be with you as soon as I rinse off.”

As I stepped out of the bathroom in my bathrobe, drying my hair with a towel, Mr Pauling, towel discarded thrown on the bed, was in the bedroom rummaging through the closet as I, leaning in the doorway, admired his physique.

“This was Erica’s room,” Pauling remarked. Though naked, he was perfectly poised. “Did she leave anything behind?”

“The room appeared to have been stripped bare when,” I replied, “Erica left in the middle of the day sometime after Thanksgiving. I haven’t gone in there since.”

Mr Pauling casually went through the draws on the dresser and the nightstand. Inside the nightstand, he held up 8 x 10 glossy nudes of Erica from four views, right left, back and front. “There’s a note,” Pauling announced, “Something to remember me by. Care to comment?”

“Those appear to be photos which would have been taken of Erica when she signed up to be a medical model,” I replied as I studied the photographs, “It shows the condition of the body at the time they’re enrolled to document her condition at time of employment in case she later claims that she was injured by the hospital. I was unaware the hospital had a practice of releasing these photos to the model.”

“Do you mind if I take these?” Mr Pauling, displaying the photographs to me, asked, “I’ll have copies made and return them to you.”

When I nodded, Pauling fired another question, “You’re listed as a reference on her application to become a medical model. Did you hire her?”

“Officially Erica,” I replied, “was employed by Department of Nursing, Division of Training, available for loan to the Medical School. Hiring was through the UH, University Hospital, personnel office, outside my jurisdiction.”

“But you yourself employ actors, actresses and models in Emergency Response Training,” Pauling prodded me.

I nodded agreement. “All hired through the personnel office. I have an exercise coming up. It’s a drowning response problem. Why don’t you apply? You’ll see first – hand how the process works. Besides, it’s some extra money, now that you’re out of a job. By the way you never mentioned the nature of the dispute that put you out of your posh downtown firm.”

“Actually, it centered around you,” Mr Pauling acknowledged, “I suggested the Hospital make an offer to Erica of $50, 000.00 for a Rehabilitation Act violation. The other charges are hard to prove but the Hospital receives federal funds for training and did fire her for a `sullen attitude following a devastating injury.’ I can’t see how you’d be responsible for the hospital’s decision to let Erica go. She could have continued in employ, perhaps for study by the Psychiatric Unit.”

“Why did you suggest such an offer?” I asked.

“Tactics, Ms Baker,” Mr Pauling replied, “Tactics. The offer would have been a ploy mainly to impress the judge. Chances are Erica would have turned such an offer down.”

“That runs contrary to the God – complex,” I blurted out.

“The hospital decided, and my Brahmin Bosses at REMPH, SPARKS & HARKER agreed,” Mr Pauling said in a gruff tone, “I was too concerned with your welfare. So, they decided to cast me loose to defend you. Right now, day two of my own practice, you’re my only client—.”

What should I say? A normal person might commiserate with Mr Pauling. Most might offer condolences and say I’m so sorry. I was God. I could not.

“Find some clothes in the closet and dress,” I said abruptly as I turned to head to my own bedroom, “We need to move your car. You can’t afford a ticket.” After taking a few steps away, I pivoted, “Mr Pauling, do apply at the Personnel Office. It’ll give you some operating capital until you get fully on your feet.”

Dear cousin,

As you remember from my last letter, I decided I would give my boyfriend a surprise for his birthday, and that this surprise would be that I would turn into a cheetah, have the spots and everything bodypainted into me. A good friend of mine who is a makeup artist agreed to do it for me–and before you ask he’s as gay as they come so I had no qualms about getting naked and letting him touch and paint every square inch of my body.

The plan came together.

The only thing my boyfriend knew was that he would have a sexual surprise and that I would have to take over his house for one day, and he gladly let me. My friend made me up as a cheetah, which took the entire morning. The base colour was just a kind of translucent color which gave a yellow sheen to my tan, instead of painting me yellow, which, on top of taking longer, would have looked silly. Then he painted the spots, which looked amazing. They were really spread out like on an animal hide, evenly and yet not, changing in shape and density depending on the body area. There were no spots on the underside of my hands and arms for instance, whch is the kind of detail you don’t notice but which makes the whole thing look real. The spots grew thinner around my boobs to highlight them, and slightly larger as they went down my legs, to make them look longer. Then came the tear marks and he glued on some really long whiskers, which completed the look. He’s extremely talented, it was incredible. They looked tattooed-in more than painted, and the paint stuck perfectly. When he was done I just couldn’t stop looking at myself from every angle, over and over.

You should see the pictures.

After I was done gazing at myself I had my friend tie my boyfriend’s wrists to the headboard in the master bedroom and make his exit, stage right. Then I made my entrance as a cheetah, on all fours, complete with a leather collar around my neck. Without a word (you should hear me purr), I climbed on, came up to his face and pulled away just when he tried to kiss me (I’m a tease!) and unbuttonned his shirt. Then I unbuckled his belt, unbuttonned his jeans and pulled them down, all with my teeth, same with his underwear. Oh, how I love to see a boner set free. You can see how happy the little guy is.

Rrrowr.

Then, more teasing. At first, only light brushes with my fingers; very light brushes, the kind which make you shiver, then with my hair. My nipples. The inside of my thighs. My nose. My lips… I made this last for a long time, cautiously avoiding the most interesting part of his anatomy, until I suddenly inhaled his erection. You should’ve heard his groan! You should’ve felt how he shook! That alone made it worth all the trouble. There’s nothing like having a man’s dick in your mouth when you know that you are taking inside you the center of his universe; feeling control and harmony at the same time. Not to mention the delicious taste of his uncut dick, skin, and precum.

Then I gave the blowjob of my life.

I don’t want to give away too many of my secret techniques. You know how much I love blowjobs, and how good I am at them–I outdid myself that day. Let’s just say that the penis is a more complex instrument than most people realize. It has a variety of sensitive areas, which can be stimulated in different ways, separately or together. Add to that two eager, expert hands and two big, firm boobs, and you’ve got the ingredients for a great exprerience. Licking (and how many different ways there are to lick!) the back of the shaft, just that sensitive spot at the back of the head, or the whole ring at the top of the shaft, which is so sensitive, rubbing the head through the foreskin… Deepthroating the head, stimulating it with thrusts or with motions of the back of the tongue… Licking, sucking, gently biting the ballsack. Boob fucking. Rimjobs. Slapping the cock against the face, tits, and the whole body: I just love the feeling of that warm, wet and hard flesh. I could go on and on: it’s one of my favourite hobbies! An A+ blowjob takes its time, stopping before the man comes to let him relax, delaying the climax to drive him crazy and make it that much better. A STELLAR blowjob mixes all those different techniques, seamlessly seguing from the less to the more stimulating ones for a continuous, long, mind-warping, rising tide of pleasure.

Like a song.

But for that you need to know the man well, be able to recognize his reactions and know how to adapt to them. Last guy I fell in love with, was short, fat and had weird, pale skin because he had no gallbladder. Yet, since I loved him, not only was he the hottest man on the planet, but he was the defining standard of hotness for me. His body drove me wild because it was so hot, to me. He had a tiny penis that I could still describe in every detail, because I spent days, literally, with my head between his legs, sucking him off over and over, or just lying there, enjoying, watching. With the cousins it was much less peaceful. You know which cousins I’m referring to–the two guys I met at that camp a few years ago. I’ve always loved sex, and the male form, and the male charm, but what they brought out of me is different. They were the ones who shot loads of come in my mouth Side escort and made me swallow when I thought it was disgusting, until I couldn’t get enough. They were the ones who forced themselves down my throat and up my ass, who taught me to control my gag reflex and to enjoy it.

They made a cocklover out of me.

And did I love sucking his cock. Of course, there’s that good craftsman feeling you get when you do something that you’re really good at doing, like playing a familiar piece on an instrument, or driving a car you know well. Noticing the old markers, watching as everything clicks, and telling to yourself with pride: “Yep. I still got it.” There’s the feeling of control, too. Except when it’s facefucking, blowjobs totally put the girl in control of the dumbstick, and that feels great. But of course, that’s not the main appeal, especially not that time. I simply love sucking cock. In general, and especially then: there was everything. There was the musky, head-spinning smell of an uncut penis. The salty, sticky precum. The abundant slobber. The warmth. Something that’s simply more than the sum of all these parts. Every time I would pull out, and there would be that thin string of precum mixed with saliva extending from his head to my mouth. Every time I would slap it against myself, and feel the wet mark it left. Every time I would break the cycle of simple sucking by pushing his head into my throat, I would feel great. Accomplished, euphoric–I don’t know how to describe it. And he seemed to enjoy it, too. Grunts, groans, and towards the end it’d turned into a loud, continuous moan of pleasure, where a twinge of frustration and agony were easily discernable. And he’s a really silent lover. More than once, especially toward the end, I was really afraid he’d blow before I decided, which was, quite simply, a mistake I was not going to make.

Fortunately, I’m THAT good.

He was going stark mad with pleasure and inability to orgasm, but I kept going. For several minutes of agony. Then I inhaled his cock, forcing him in my throat, all the way to the hilt. Then I did something with controlled gags and the back of my tongue that’s not really possible to explain with words, which causes the warm, wet throat to basically grab and stroke the head. A testament to my timing, it took him about 3 seconds of this, a long time considering the circumstances, to shoot. He came like a storm, with a huge scream, thrusting madly–he would’ve hurt my nose if I hadn’t prepared. He came and came and came. We hadn’t had sex for a long while except a few handjobs, and this was the delicious, abundant, thick load of a man really emptying his balls. I didn’t have to swallow, since the last third of his cock was beyond my tonsils, but I still greeted his load eagerly, despite regretting not being able to taste it. I could feel its warmth, its thickness and its quantity in my oesophagus and stomach, and even that was a great pleasure. He came in long, juicy spurts, each one accompanied with a violent, uncomfortable and involuntary thrust of his hips, and yet I still hung on like a rodeo rider, my lips firmly clasped to the base of his dick. He would stop for a few seconds, then it would start up again, a few more spurts accompanied by spasms, a pause, and then again. It was interminable.

Then he passed out.

Even after he’d lost consciousness he squirted a few last drops. Only after he was all spent did I pull out and catch my breath. I was IMMENSELY proud of myself for such a good blowjob. My only wish would’ve been to be able to regurgitate that huge load of delicious come, into my mouth, and onto my hands, breasts and body. To watch him watch me play with it. I would swirl it, feeling its thick, complex texture, I would make bubbles, I would drool it over my breasts and body. Eventually, I would collect it and swallow it all, but only after a long time of enjoyment. But he was out, and it was all in my belly, where I could still feel it, and that did make me proud. I looked at his dick, which was bright red and swollen like his gets after he’s spent, watched it slowly go flaccid, blew air on it to cool him down. I untied him, pulled the rope his wrists had been bound with through the hoop in my leather collar and knotted it into a leash.

I was his pet cheetah.

My original plan was to curl up at his feet like one and wait for him to wake up, but, since he hadn’t had sex in a long time, unsurprisingly, I hadn’t either and, unsurprisingly, the blowjob had turned me on intensely. I had been too consumed to pay attention, but I’d gone wet, and even dripped down the inside of my thighs. After I’d curled up, through no decision of my own, my hand was between my thighs rubbing my pussy lips together. I grabbed a breast with the other hand, rolled over on my back and before I’d even realised it I was masturbating, to nothing in particular, just leading my physical arousal to its destined end. Before long my inconsiderate moaning awoke my sleeping mate. At first, all he did was to watch me. So I put on a show. I’m also very good at that, you know. I arched my back more markedly, gave out more sensual moans, played with my breasts ostentatiously, all the while looking directly in his eyes, in Side escort bayan a way which made it unquestionable that it was the thought of him that was driving me wild like that. It didn’t take long for him to get hard again and, as I grabbed his cock and started stroking it slowly while jacking myself off, I spoke the first words since I’d walked in the room that day:

“Fuck me.”

He just grinned, and started to rub his hands over my body, my legs, my wet inner thighs, my hard stomach, my big breasts, even my whiskers, and put a finger into my mouth which I bit, so he bit my nipple, to which I responded to with a yelp and a grin. He rolled over to the bedside table and pulled out a handful of condoms, which he dropped over my body like confetti. My giggles were interrupted by a moan, as I was always edging closer to climax. He rubbed my inner thighs, as I was rubbing my pussy lips together with one hand and my clitoris with the other. My legs were wide spread, my moaning was loud and I was starting to lose control. Grabbing my leash, he made me roll on my stomach. I sucked a finger and probed my ass with it, a hand taking care of each hole. I started making back and forth motions with my body to rub my sensitive nipples against the sheets and, instinctively, to imitate the motions of fucking. Behind me, I heard him open a condom package and put it on, but since I couldn’t see what kind it was I didn’t know where he’d fuck me. He pulled hard on my leash and I responded immediately, my body tense and awaiting. Then I felt a huge weight on me. It was all over me, heavy, hot, hairy, sweaty, smelly, and terribly erotic: a man. With his strange blend of roughness and tenderness he began kneading my shoulders as he physically dominated me. I could feel his erect penis poking one of my buttcheeks and I instinctively reared up against it, eager for his cock. I gave out a pleading, frustrated moan, to which he responded by tugging on my leash. He kissed me and bit my ear as he needlessly grabbed his dick and rubbed it against my pussy, pulling it away, then rubbing it slightly, pulling away… He did this for a few times, and I gave a mad scream of frustration, trying to wriggle away from under his dominating mass, which was impossible. The more I struggled, the tighter he dominated me. I pushed my ass up into him in another attempt to get him to fuck me, but he pushed me down with his big hand and kissed my neck. I wasn’t aware of what was going on. I had two fingers up my ass thrusting in and out, a finger rubbing my clitoris, and this huge, heavy, sweaty man pinning me down, holding me by a leash, and I wanted to come. Then, he penetrated me.

I came.

Instantly. Orgasmic cacophony, tectonic plates shifting, colliding, crashing, muscles shaking, legs stretching, moans and more moans, screams without one thought, the divinity of an orgasmic woman. When I recovered I was stupefied. He’d made me wait and long for him just like I’d made him wait and long during his blowjob, and as soon as he penetrated me I came with an orgasm that was more than just the completion of a clit-rubbing session. He knew me that well. But before I could formulate too many thoughts, the man over me began thrusting. He fucked me, and I moaned with every thrust. Just like his domination was merciless, he kissed me, my neck, my ear in a very intimate way, silently huffing and grunting. He was just concerned with fucking, his pleasure, and he dominated me in order to get that pleasure from me, and that typically MALE attitude is an incredible turn-on. My toes were curling. Like a male feline fucking a cheetah in the jungle he was just mounting me. And yet at the same time he gently kissed me. He put his arms underneath my shoulders and grabbed my neck, pushing it down. This completely pinned me down, but gave him a better hold of me. The thrusts grew stronger, and so did my moans. He pulled up, pinning me down on the mattress with his arms while still fucking me. It was pretty rough by now, and I was far up the orgasm slope again. I could feel the layer of sweat on my back where he’d been pressing against me. He kept doing this for a while until he grabbed my leash, and pulled on it until I got up on all fours. I was on my hands and knees, almost overcome with pleasure, clenching the sheets, hair messed up, sweat glistening over my cheetah makeup, a dick inside me and pleasure on my face.

I must’ve looked pretty good.

He pumped me from behind for a while as bigger and bigger waves of pleasure washed over me, making me bury my face in the mattress to muffle my screams. He played with my breasts, fingered my ass and gave me the finger to suck. He pinched and kneaded my ass a lot. Lots of guys do this. What can I say, I’ve got a great ass! After a while he just grabbed me by the shoulders and pumped away, faster, rougher. I relished every wet sound of flesh banging through the haze of sexual pleasure, until he dropped on all fours over me, against me, the master and his cheetah. I could feel his hot breath against my face as he licked my ear, my neck, my cheek. His thrusts became really slow but equally forceful, pulling away almost entirely and then thrusting himself back in slowly but strongly, smacking hard against Escort side me each time, banging my whole body forward with each thrust and turning my moan into a scream. He only had to do this for a few times before I came, loudly, my arms buckling from under me, biting the sheets as I roared with pleasure and he gave incredibly strong thrusts which made me slide forward on the bed even though I was clutching and biting the sheets, until he made that low grunt I learned to recognize and love, spasming, orgasming, burying his cock all the way into me, pulling on my leash. He collapsed over me like at the beginning for the few final thrusts, until he rolled us over to the side, staying inside me as we spooned and I wrapped his big arm around me, putting his hand on my breast.

Now that’s life.

I pulled him out out and took off his condom, tying a knot in the middle and sparing a thought for all the potential for life wasted by our selfish quest for pleasure. Then I threw it away, to be collected and flushed at a later date. They say you’re not supposed to flush used condoms, but I do, and nothing bad’s happened so far. I grabbed his cock and sucked the glistening head softly, minding its heightened sensitivity. I love hot, slowly softening cocks after an orgasm. I licked it a little more, enjoying the mixed taste of come, dick and the condom’s plastic. Then I got back into his spoon, wrapping his arm around me. Mmmm. I coul’ve fell asleep and napped there forever. After a while I felt SOMETHING poking me in the ass. What could it be? I reached behind and stroked it, feeling his dick grow and harden in my hand. He grabbed my leash and sat up as I got on all fours, facing him. He pulled down on the leash, bringing my face to his dick, and I responded to the unsubtle hint appropriately. I was just sucking up and down, wondering if he would make me give him another one of my exceptional blowjobs, when he dropped the leash, gently pulling my hair in a ponytail which he firmly held, and slowly forcing my head down until his tasty dick hit the back of my mouth, and he kept pushing until it forced its way into my throat, and again until my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock.

He moaned loudly, and kept pushing my head down.

I was fighting my increasingly strong gag reflex as he kept my face against him, his pubic hair grating my skin. He held me there for a long while. I was fighting not to squirm but not quite managing, being relieved I hadn’t had breakfast that morning. He calmy put his other hand on my head, holding me there like an object. It was hell, trying not to barf, drooling, managing not to choke on it, trying to keep sucking him… He knew me well, just as I was about to grab him, signalling I really couldn’t go on, he pulled me up. I drew a huge breath, grinning with pride, drool oozing from my puffed lips. His dick was now fully hard, glistening. I knew I wanted some of that, and he knew what that look meant. He grabbed my leash and pulled me, as I followed him on all fours, and he laid me on my back, my shoulders and head hanging off the side of the bed. I knew what this meant, and grinned. I saw him grin back before the view was obscured by his genitals, made massive-looking by my perspective. He dropped his ballsack on my face several times for a thorough teabagging. I love balls. I just love the way they hang proudly in their sack, how heavy they are. I’m no zoophiliac, but when I see a big dog walking down the street with those two testicles dangling with each step, it just reminds me of how powerful and strong males are, and that just turns me on. I opened my mouth wide as he put one, and two balls in, filling it with the salty taste of his scrotum. I was masturbating, my upside-down head was tingly, I was terribly turned on. He pulled out and positionned his dick before my wide-open mouth. In a terribly sweet grooming gesture, he pulled out a pubic hair that was stuck between my teeth.

Then he grabbed my face and fucked the hell out of it.

This position, which made me completely powerless, also turns the mouth and throat into basically one long tunnel, which he was fucking, while holding my head steady with his two large hands. I always loved his big, hairy hands, which look hard enough to punch through concrete. I hadn’t expected more oral pleasure and, as I masturbated, the thought I focused on was the taste of his cock and the feeling in my tongue and in my throat of having my face fucked like any other orifice. His warm, heavy balls bounced on my forehead. My loud moans of pleasure were garbled by the wet sound of his thrusts. He would stop to knead my breasts, or slap them with his saliva-coated dick. He would also cockslap my face, of course, the forehead, eyes, lips, cheeks, on the outside and on the inside. It was hot and wet, I loved it. The blowjob was the kind of stuff which makes you salivate profusely, and the slobber would drool down my mouth and onto the rest of my face, so, gently, he would collect it with his fingers and put it back in my mouth, wiping his fingers on my cheeks. He kept screwing my face for a while until my fingers rode the wave to the end and, my legs shooting out and my toes curling, I came with a roar. He pulled out and the sounds of my orgasm made him shoot with an intense grunt. I had front row seats: the first shot arched way over and landed somewhere on the bed, I got hit below the navel, a couple times on my tits. He milked the rest on my face and wiped the last drop on a nipple.

On August 22nd 2006, at about 11:30 P.M, I met an extraordinary girl whose memory is forever sanctified within my mind.

Looking back, I can scarcely believe all that occurred that sultry night – thus I have decided to put it all down in writing, and so preserve it all for my own solace.

I’d been living in the city for four and a half months and was just getting used to it. I moved there for university and shared an apartment with two other young men – Koreans – whose speech I could barely understand.

Though they sometimes cooked for me, for which I was grateful, they were lazy, bad-mannered and obtrusive characters. I don’t remember them even once washing the dishes or doing the laundry.

As I did not exactly like being in their company, I somehow got in the habit of taking late night walks.

I worked part time four days a week at a lousy retail store, where the manager hated me and my co-workers detested me like the devil.

I don’t think I am really a hateable person, but all my life I have been isolated and misunderstood. I had never had any interest in people, mainly because they never ceased to offend or disgust me.

I had never been in love and I did not believe it existed. There were bestial passions, surely, but Love, as it is idealised in novels and movies, I just could not believe in.

Naturally, I had never known a girl. As a child, a girl had poked her tongue at me when I offered her some of a cheese sandwich I was eating, and I wanted nothing to do with them since.

I am a sensitive soul. An intellectual. But I could not ignore the fiery urgings that would arrest me at times. Hazy, feathery sensual urgings that possessed me to the point that I was tormented.

A mere glance from an attractive female threw me into raptures of erotic anguish. I denied it constantly to myself and my acquaintances, but I could not ignore the surging desires that wrestled with my reason and attention.

Once, when I was at a cafe, I kept thinking of beautiful women and wondering what it would be like to penetrate one in the brutal manner I used to imagine. Was it really so good? This pathetic world is renowned for overrating things, perhaps it was no different in this case.

Still, that sacred part of me, wherein the desires congregated, like starved, migrating birds, began to throb and expand. I put my coffee down on the stained wooden table and rushed to the men’s room.

Bursting into one of the stalls, I withdrew my prick, frigged it for five furious minutes and discharged all over the wall.

Exiting the stall, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a flushed, dishevelled, insolent reflection staring back.

These bouts of madness took hold of me more often as the weeks flew by, and I cursed by lack of self-esteem, my shyness, and my adamant cynicism in general.

Then that night came. I shall never forget it.

I had been on an exceptionally long stroll at night and sat down on a bench near a convenience store.

I saw a girl – perhaps a year or two my senior – standing by a stop sign. I looked at her nonchalantly for a second, met her gaze, and quickly looked somewhere else.

I pretended to be searching in my pocket for something, and then, taking out my phone, made as if I were reading a text.

I heard footsteps on the grimy pavement and before I knew what happened, the girl had sat next to me.

It wasn’t at a comfortable distance, like when you’re at a train station and someone takes the furthest seat from you: she sat so close we touched.

I didn’t know what to do, I distinctly recall being very insulted by her audacity, but this only lasted till she spoke:

“Hey, I’m Rachel.”

Instantly I loved her. Her voice was high, but not sickeningly so. I raised my eyes and beheld her face.

She was not beautiful. Her nose was too thick, her eyes too bleary, her lips not shapely enough, her hair too frazzled. But her face beamed with something that towered over abstract notions of beauty. I don’t know what it was.

“What’re ya doing?” she asked, genuinely interested.

Her question startled me, for I did not know myself what I was doing.

“Um, just reading a te – um, a message,” I replied, trying to gather my senses.

“Do you wanna know something?” she asked.

“What?”

“I’m gonna die.”

“What?” I was alarmed.

“Doctor said I’m gonna die soon. Maybe tomorrow, or I dunno, soon. Something İstanbul Escort like that, he said.”

I wasn’t stupid. No one does such things. I didn’t believe her.

“You’re not going to die,” I said, “why are you here? Why did you sit next to me?”

“I AM gonna die, it’s a sickness, you know? Like cancer. What the fuck, man! I’m not fuckin’ lying! I’m not fuckin’ lying, man!”

Each time she swore she struck my thigh with her little clenched fist. I thought she was drunk, or high, but she looked clean enough – though my disgust for her had begun to mount. She was too unrefined for my taste, though some inflexible part of me kept me glued to the seat.

“Whatever. What do you want?” I said, coolly.

“I don’t know. I’m cold,” she said, sniffing, “I don’t wanna die.”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Want me to take you to a hospital or something?”

“No!” she cried, militantly.

“Well, what then?”

“I can’t say it.”

“What. You want me to buy you something? You hungry?”

“Yeah. A bit.”

We bought some hamburgers and ate them on some steps. When she’d finished she laughed and put her hand on my shoulder.

“You know what I wanted to ask you before was, um, I dunno, too embarrassing,” she said.

“So you were hungry, what’s wrong with that?”

“No, it wasn’t that,” she said.

It was only now that we began to really consider each other. I looked deep in her watery eyes and saw a passion that, I think, resembled mine. The light all around was dim, and my memory fails me in many details, but I will attempt to paint as accurate picture of her in words as I’m able.

She was not tall, the top of her head reaching only my shoulders. Her complexion was extremely pale, and one might suppose that – being exposed to the sun, she would melt like a snowman.

Her face, I’ve mentioned, was not exactly pretty – but what did I care? I don’t know what I was thinking then, it was all delirium, a whirring, dreamy state – like when you’re about to drift off to sleep, and when none of your many troubles seem to matter. Her teeth were almost perfect, her ears delightfully shaped, and her neck elegant and delicately smooth.

She was wearing a tattered yellow cardigan, too big for her, and a black, ‘Gothic’ skirt. She wore no makeup.

“You’ve been really kind, man,” she said, after a wistful silence, “sorry for botherin’ you. I’m a bit crazy, you know?”

“Yeah,” I said, with a nervous laugh, not really knowing what the hell was going on, or what I was even saying.

I thought things were going to go really slow, however, and that we’d exchange numbers or something, meet her in a few days, and everything when out of nowhere she said:

“So, do you wanna have sex?”

The question hit me like a hammer, though she asked it as easily, and I didn’t know what to answer.

“What? What d’you mean?” I said, very uncomfortable, and feeling dizzy.

“I’ve never done it, and I might die soon, and you look pretty nice – and yeah.”

The last word was uttered as if it were the most convincing, undeniable close to an argument ever given.

“What – just like that? Fine,” I said, again, hardly believing my ears and feeling somehow drunk.

“I know I’m pretty crazy, but I saw you,” she said – in a tender voice, “and I thought, like, yeah – he looks pretty good, you know? I’m sorry if I’m kind of freakin’ you out a bit? Are you OK? I mean, it’s OK if you wanna, like, leave and shit. But, you know – I just wanna…”

My limited experience with the female sex told me that they can blabber on for hours on end , and so I shut her up by kissing her on the cheek, then, after she recovered from my bold assault, on her lips.

She lifted her hand and placed on the right side of my face, as I kissed her all over her face: much surprised at my confidence and creativity in this feat.

It started to rain.

“Where can we go?” she said, softly, obviously much affected by my amorous deed.

I thought of my apartment and the two Koreans lazing about on the lounge, chewing pizza and creating a mess, and deemed it out of the question to take her there.

“Not my place,” I said, disappointedly.

It only began to dawn on me that perhaps this girl was mentally deficient in some way, which would account for her stupid obsession of dying soon, but I didn’t think of it then. As far İstanbul Escort bayan as anyone was concerned, we were two human beings much in need of satisfying a crucial part of humanity’s cravings. She seemed normal enough to me.

She said we could go to her place, about three blocks away, a small house with a little backyard. No one was living with her just then, and I didn’t question why.

We soon arrived, I was walking on clouds the whole way – it was all so outrageous.

“This is so crazy,” she kept saying, “I can’t believe this. I’ve wanted a man so fuckin’ long, but could never get one. You’re so good, man,” she said, feeling me back, “you’re so good.”

Her bedroom was untidy, and clothes were heaped all around. Her wardrobe was slanted, wobbly, and covered in stickers of fairies, stars, ponies, and purple bears with oversized sunglasses.

There was a large window with green shutters, a desk with a computer and a statue of The Discus Thrower. The bed was not made, and was situated behind the wobbly wardrobe, out of view. Stacked around it were piles of old fashion magazines and cookbooks. The room smelt like candle wax and mint.

As soon as she shut the door, and switched on a little orange lamp I hadn’t seen, she threw herself in my arms.

“Oh, I want you!” She cried, perhaps a little melodramatically, “Oh, kiss me!”

I squeezed her tightly to my chest and pressed my lips hard against hers, sliding my hand up her back, like I’d seen in done in the movies.

I kissed and licked her neck, which made her blush pleasantly and sigh.

I led her to the bed, as if it were my own, and kissed her head down onto the pink pillow.

“Take off your clothes,” she muttered, pathetically, “I wanna see you.”

This was soon accomplished. She screamed in delight at the sight of my naked body, and felt hungrily all over me.

The rain was falling heavy outside, beating against the flimsy window panes.

She couldn’t take her eyes off my cock, but stared at it fixedly, in wonder and delight. She asked, innocently, if she could touch me there, and at my replying in the affirmative, grasped it desperately and fondled it all over.

“Man, it’s so big and hard,” she said in amazement, “Look!”

I had seen my erect dick thousands of times, but she evidently thought it had only just become so incredibly interesting now.

She seemed content to spend the whole night stroking, handling, kissing my shaft and cupping, bouncing, and smelling my balls; but I wanted more.

She was far more reluctant and reserved about removing her clothes, but after a hundred or so kisses and caresses around her curves, she let me undress her.

By the time I had peeled off her panties she was bright red from embarrassment. I beheld her naked body, and thought it better than I had supposed.

Her skin was milky white, much paler than mine. Her tight underwear had left some red creases across her hips and back, but she was so beautiful to me then I just didn’t care.

My prick was bolt upright, in a furious, raging heat. It demanded satisfaction. But I desired to make the most of this.

I held her plump, flabby breasts tightly and sucked them. I placed my hands under her fleshy buttocks and rubbed my dick on her stomach. I don’t know why I did this. Maybe to excite her more, with suspense and all that: and really, she began to sigh in short, faint ‘Ahs’, so I suppose I was successful.

I stroked her arms, her thighs, her hips, and moved my hands down to her cunt.

It was as wet as the window with the rain smashing against it, and she groaned in excessive pleasure as I felt and fingered it.

I inserted my middle finger and forefinger, felt around in the hot, cushion – like interior, frigging her slowly and gently at first, then lightning fast: driving her almost out of her mind.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” she cried, at every push.

When my arms tired I took my fingers out and she sat up, breathing heavily.

She again felt and fondled my cock, and I encircled her hand around it and showed her how a man wanks.

This pleased her very much, and she frigged me like one insane. After a minute or so, I pulled her head forward (she was on her knees) and shoved it, without warning, into her mouth.

This shocked her at first, as it would any amateur, but I stopped her from trying to free her mouth of it by holding her head in my two hands. In Escort İstanbul a few seconds, she grew to like it, and sucked me like a piece of candy.

Though her teeth caused me some pain and annoyance, it was pleasurable enough. Saliva began to dangle unpleasantly from her bottom lip, and I took my wet, burning cock out of her mouth and tongue-kissed her.

Her hands wandered over my tingling back, and settled on my backside, where she clutched the cheeks in ecstasies of enjoyment.

Her thighs were tightly shut, and she rubbed them together, as if to appease her pussy’s itching for gratification.

I threw her on her back, and not delaying for a second, plugged her with my boiling prick.

Her eyes opened very wide in alarm and wild enthusiasm. She squealed like a little girl, responding to my thrusts with impassioned cries of easing desire.

I had morphed into something I’d long reflected about, but never hoped of becoming. I gave full reign to the lustful imaginings and longings of my body – revelling in that of a total stranger.

I kissed her roughly on the mouth, and her tongue sought mine, like a determined, weary pilgrim. I licked her so wildly, so unconstrainedly, that my tongue lapped her nostrils once or twice by mistake, though I was to dazed to care.

I increased the speed of my thrusts, which caused her sighs to seep through her glistening lips more rapidly. She began to heave herself, eventually coinciding, somewhat, with my relentless, machine-like propelling.

Her pale breasts, jiggling like two fat jellyfish, were almost as red as her gasping face. I bowed my head onto her, whilst I fucked her harder and more vigorously.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” She moaned, rapturously, into my ear. She wrapped her legs (which had been flopping ungracefully about) around my waist.

I marvelled at how light I felt, naked, doing this girl. I felt free, somehow.

She dug her heels into my ass, feeling it with little circling motions. She would one moment have her hands scraping up and down my back, and then place them on my chest, touching it all over with her clammy hands.

By now, the back of her head was pressed against the wall (the pillow had long since vanished) and I raised her legs with my hands and fucked her harder. She huffed and puffed through “Ooh” shaped lips, and continued feeling me in transports of sexual bliss.

I felt a sudden burst of sanity smack my mind and I felt how ridiculous this all was. I wondered why I was even there, felt thirsty, and inwardly mocked the stupid girl under me – her mouth wide open and her dull – witted eyes looking into mine.

I almost felt sorry for her. Here was I, gaining a decent amount of pleasure – though nothing monumental or spectacular, and here was she, almost dying of it.

I felt like flattering her, and began to lick her body, and smother it in kisses, while I rammed her with all my might.

Her hands gripped my back like a savage beast, and she scrunched up her nose, bawled a monotonous “Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!” and with an extended “Ohhh!” I felt her grip weaken, her arms fall limp onto the blanket, her legs drop, and I assumed she had “finished” – whatever that meant.

I had not come yet, and after fifteen or twenty heaves, during which I felt I was fucking a damn corpse, I forced myself, and spurt hard inside her.

She was exhausted, panting like a fucking dog, but I stayed inside her, and collapsed on her chest.

I don’t remember what happened after all that, but I know we both fell asleep.

I awoke suddenly in the dark. The rain had stopped, and I heard a brutal fist knocking on the front door. The girl leapt out of bed, switched on the orange light, hitting her knee on the wardrobe in her haste, and looked at me in terror.

“What is it?” I asked, bewildered.

“Y-ya haff ta get outta here, man!”

“Why? Who’s that at the door?”

“Just go! Quickly! Please, get outta here! Please!”

I was still half-asleep, naked, and confused. She threw me my clothes and I managed to slip into my jeans. The furious knocking continued.

“Hurry! Hurry!” she cried, opening the green shutters and then sliding open the window pane.

“Go through here, and don’t stop running till you’re ‘ome! “

She half pushed me outside and, rather frightened by her earnest appeal, ran like hell out of there.

I have never seen her since.

I managed to locate her house again, a week later, but no one answered when I rang the bell.

Was she really dead? Had whoever was knocking that night come to kill her? I fear these questions will never be answered.

But even now, while I’m at my desk, reading, eating, or listening to the rain, I think of her.

This happened just a few months ago, in late April. I reconstructed the dialog as best I could…

I was babysitting for the Bentons, as I did every Saturday night. Except when I was babysitting for the Greens or the Hernandezes, though the Hernandezes were mostly Friday nights.

Yeah, I did a lot of babysitting my freshman year of college. It played hell with my social life — I was almost done with my first year of college and still a virgin — but tuition doesn’t pay itself and, unlike waitressing, this allowed me to get homework done while I was getting paid.

And I only had to clean up after one sloppy eater at a time.

And at least Kimmi Benton had an excuse: she was two. And cute as a button. She called me “Zuzu” because she still couldn’t say “Susan.”

The night was uneventful: I fed her, bathed her (I wondered whether she ever didn’t need a bath after eating), and read to her until she passed out.

Then I spread out several books on the living room floor, sat down on the floor with my notebook computer on my lap, and began composing a paper on the First World War.

A bit after nine, I heard the front door being unlocked. Were the Bentons home early? Damn, just when I was getting in a writing groove.

But it was Ted, their son. Mrs. Benton’s son, actually, from her previous marriage. I’d seen him around: he was a sophomore, and lived off-campus here with his parents. He’d dated a girl from my dorm for a very brief time. I would have to describe him as… hot-nerdy. Like a blond, 19-year-old Jeff Goldblum.

“Oh, hi, Susan,” he said when he saw that the living room had been turned into my workspace. “Did a library explode?”

“My own personal war zone,” I told him. “Your parents said you wouldn’t be home until at least midnight.”

As soon as I said it, I realized I’d probably hit a sore point.

“Yeah, well, sometimes a date is going along fine, and then suddenly somebody assassinates an archduke.”

A World War One joke. Not a knee-slapper, but you have to give him credit for the attempt. “I guess I should clear up my war zone and get going, then,” I said.

“No, stay if you want. It’s not fair that you lose billable hours. Besides, I don’t think my parents trust me here alone anyway.”

Well, that was a comment I was dying to follow up on. But didn’t.

“I have my own assignments for the weekend. You don’t mind if I join you, do you?”

“Of course not.”

“Don’t worry, it’s only one book.” He disappeared into his room and came out a minute later having kicked off his shoes, exchanged his sport shirt for a t-shirt, and carrying a book. He stretched out on the couch, and opened up Proust’s A recherche de temps perdu.

Yes, in French. Like I said, a hot nerd.

I became aware that, lying there a couple of feet higher than me, he could probably look down my blouse, but I never caught him doing so. Anyway, I had to concentrate on the Zimmermann Telegram.

About 11:30, he got a call on his cell phone. What I heard was “Yeah, I just got home… Are you both okay?… Well shit, okay, I guess it could have been worse… But… She’s still here… Okay.” He handed me his phone. “Susan, I guess it’s for you.”

“Hello?”

“Susan, it’s nothing serious, but some drunk driver t-boned us when we were driving home. Mrs. Benton might have a broken leg, it’s probably no worse than that, but they want to keep her overnight. Is there any chance you can stay? The guest room is made up, and in the half-bath attached to it, we have unopened toothbrushes and other things you might need.”

I wondered why they weren’t fine with just Ted here with the baby, but I didn’t ask. I did glance over at Ted, who could hear some of what his step-father was saying, and he just shrugged.

“Sure thing, Mr. Benton,’ I told him. “Do they know when…”

“Unless there’s some sort of complication, which they don’t expect, we should be home by noon.”

“Okay, İstanbul Escort give Mrs. Benton my best,” I said, handing the phone back to Ted. I thought he’d have more to say to his step-father, but he just disconnected the call.

“Je suis fatigué,” he said, holding up his book (Even I knew that means “I’m tired.”) “Ready to call it a night?”

“Oui,” I said, pretty much exhausting my knowledge of French. “Do you have, um, maybe a long t-shirt I can borrow?” I really couldn’t sleep in what I was wearing and my usual summer sleep attire — just my panties — would feel awkward in somebody else’s home. Not to mention I had to be available for any Kimmi emergency. Do two-year-olds wake up in the middle of the night needing anything? I really had no idea.

I gathered up my books while Ted went to his room and found me one of his t-shirts. We said our goodnights and retired to our respective rooms.

Once I’d closed the door behind myself, I stripped down to my panties and pulled the t-shirt over my head. It barely came down to the waistband of my panties.

Well, he meant well: the t-shirt probably would have come down to mid-thigh, but… well, I’m a bit bustier than he is, and that changed the fit.

Nothing to be done about it, I thought — the next time I see him I’ll be fully dressed again anyway — so I found myself a toothbrush and toothpaste right where Mr. Benton said they’d be, washed up, and went to sleep.

Something startled me awake in the middle of the night. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 2:37.

All was quiet now; but had Kimmi woken me up?

I ran into her bedroom and found Ted standing there, cradling her in his arms. Even in the half-light, I could see he was wearing nothing but boxer-briefs. Of course I had nothing really covering my panties, so I guess we were even.

This was only a momentary thought, though. The important thing was “Is everything okay?” I asked.

“Shh,” he said. And then in a near whisper, “She woke up crying, so I came in to change her. Sometimes she needs a bottle to get her back to sleep, but my mother prefers she not have one in the middle of the night.”

This time I knew he was stealing glances at my panties — and probably my tits under his t-shirt — but I ignored it. After another couple of minutes, he carefully placed his sister back in her crib. “You’re good with her,” I whispered.

He nodded, then motioned for me to follow him out to the hall. When the door was closed behind us, he said “Do you want to sit for a minute? I can get us something to drink. Juice, water, soda, some tea?”

“Tea would be good,” I said. I went into the living room as he went into the kitchen,

I tried to yank the t-shirt down enough to cover some more of my panties. It wasn’t going to happen, and every time I tried, I just made the shirt tighter across my tits. A robe would have been nice.

I finally just gave up and made myself comfortable on the couch.

I heard the microwave beep in the kitchen, and a few seconds later Ted came out with two tea cups. I wondered whether he’d gone through a similar “Is there any way to hide how tight these briefs are?” dilemma and just gave up.

I tried not to openly look at his crotch. I knew I wasn’t giving him as good a show as he was giving me, but it’s not as if either of us had planned any of this.

He handed me one of the cups. “Weird night,” he finally said.

“I’ll go along with that.”

He was about to say something else when Kimmi made a loud noise from her bedroom. I started to get up, but Ted put his hand gently on my arm to stop me. “Let’s give it a minute,” he said.

And a minute later, she was quiet again. “In case you were wondering…” he began again.

“Yes?” Not that I would have asked.

“A few weeks ago I was on a date and came home absolutely plastered. That was the first time I’d ever done that, and I guarantee İstanbul Escort bayan it’ll be the last. But my stepfather became convinced I couldn’t be trusted to stay with Kimmi alone because, I don’t know, I’d get drunk and sell her to Gypsies or something.”

I was trying to figure out how to respond when he shrugged and added “I guess that’s why Kimmi and I both have a babysitter tonight.”

“So…” I began, hoping he’d have a sense of humor about this. “… you’re saying I should charge them double?”

He hesitated for a moment, then laughed. “I’ll put in a good word for you.”

I realized my shirt had hiked up enough that my belly button was exposed. Not that that really made much difference at this point, but I tried tugging it down again — which of course only drew attention to the fact. “Sorry,” we both said at once.

“Well,” I said in response to his, “it’s not as if you deliberately gave me a shirt that was too small. Or did you?”

“I promise. I really tried to find the longest one I had.”

“That’s okay.”

“And,” he said, gesturing at his own briefs, “it’s not as if my underwear isn’t showing as well.”

“I’ve noticed,” I responded without thinking about how that would sound..

“You naughty girl!” he said with a laugh. I think I blushed for a moment, then he went on to say “Well, I see you wore your nice red panties for me tonight.”

They were nothing special, but at least they were clean and not ripped. They might start showing a wet spot soon if I wasn’t careful, though.

“So let’s say I believe you that you didn’t give me a short t-shirt on purpose,” I teased him. “Did you deliberately choose such a thin one?”

“It’s a warm night,” he said. “I wanted you to be comfortable.”

“I bet. You can probably see right through this.” Was I trying to give him an excuse to stare?

“If you don’t like it,” he said, “you can always hand it back to me.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Well sure, why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ll think about it,” I said, putting down my tea and stretching out on the couch, resting my feet on his thighs. I knew I was giving him a better view of my panties, not that that mattered much anymore, but I hadn’t realized that would hike up the bottom of the shirt, almost to my ribcage. “Now I’m comfortable,” I said. “You don’t mind, do you? You said that’s all you were concerned about.”

“That’s true.”

“You’re a good host.”

Just to show I was a good guest as well, I spread my legs just a little bit more than they already were. Just a bit, little enough that it could have been unintentional.

These panties weren’t all that wide, and I wondered how much I was really exposing. Were some public hairs poking out? Maybe a hint of vulva? I think it was more exciting not knowing.

Ted seemed interested, though: and his dick seemed to want to break out of his briefs. I got a warm feeling up and down my body, and also the vague feeling that things were moving faster than I’d expected.

“You know…” I said.

“Yes?”

“I think I’d like a different shirt after all.”

“Um… okay…” I could tell that wasn’t what he’d been expecting. “I’ll get you another one.”

“I’d rather pick it out myself,” I said, getting to my feet and walking to his room. Which was about as messy as you’d expect for a guy his age. He was as close behind me as he could get without his dick actually brushing against my back.

“Second and third drawers,” he told me, pointing to his bureau.

In the second drawer, I found what I was looking for: a tank top that looked like it would barely cover my breasts. My back still to Ted, I pulled off the shirt I was wearing and then pulled on the tank top.

I turned around. “A lot more comfortable,” I said “What do you think?”

He clearly liked it.

He came closer. “Not the best fit, though.”

“No?”

“It looks Escort İstanbul good, obviously.” He ran his fingers along the edge of one of the straps, coming within a inch of my nipple, making me gasp. “But it’s just barely covering you. And the slightest movement, and you’re –” And with that, he slipped his hand inside, brushing against my nipple.

“Speaking of an accident waiting to happen,” I said, reaching out to grasp his dick through his briefs, “this might fall out any second.”

And the next thing I knew my shirt was on the floor, and so were his briefs, and I was on my back on his bed, and one of his hands was rubbing one of my breasts, while the other was stroking my pussy through my very wet panties. His hard dick was within my reach, but I knew that if I grabbed it, he’d cum all over me. And as hot as that sounded, I didn’t know how quickly he’d recover. I already knew that I definitely wanted him to cum all over my big tits some other time, though.

For now, he was making me desperate to cum.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked him.

“Yes.”

“Get them right now.” To be honest, the way I was feeling, if he didn’t have any, it wouldn’t have been a deal-breaker and I’d worry about the consequences afterward.

He got up and grabbed them from the top drawer, while I peeled off my panties. Exposing myself like this to a guy was another first for me, but who was keeping count anymore?

“Ted,” I said, “Don’t wait. I’m so fucking ready.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice.

He ripped open the condom wrapper, pulled it on over his dick, and slid into me. He penetrated me so easily (I couldn’t believe how wet I was) that the pain I felt when he broke my virginity surprised me. But it only hurt for a moment, and it was lost in the electricity flowing through the rest of my body. And when that passed I came, and I came hard.

That only made me want more. I pushed Ted off of me, rolled him onto his back, and mounted him. His eyed widened, surprised at how aggressive I was (I’m sure he’d known I was a virgin), but he was totally into my bouncing up and down hard on his dick, desperate for my second orgasm. I’m sure he didn’t hate my tits swinging right in front of his face, either.

I came again, harder than before, and was just coming down from it when he grunted and came too. Feeling the condom fill, I wished he were filling me up with his hot cum instead, and I swore to myself it would happen soon.

Or else do it without a condom and have him cum all over my tits, make a mess of me, I still wanted that too.

The next thing I remember, I was waking up, lying naked with Ted, he also naked and spooning me, hard again, and it’s probably lucky he didn’t squirt anything into my unprotected womb while we were both asleep (at least I hope he didn’t, I thought for a frantic moment).

It was Kimmi’s fussing that had woken us. Ted told me to stay in bed, went to his bureau and pulled on a fresh pair of briefs, and went to check on his sister. When he came back a few minutes later, he was carrying my jeans, socks, bra and shirt. “I hate to say it, because I wanted to get back into bed with you, but Kimmi’s up for the day.”

We watched one another get dressed. Which definitely wasn’t as interesting as watching one another get UNdressed. I put on my jeans without my panties, though: My panties were still damp and sticky, and I figured going without them would be at least slightly less uncomfortable. It was a close call.

Since neither of us knew how to cook worth a damn, we got Kimmi dressed and into Ted’s car, and we all went over to iHop for breakfast. She didn’t mind a bit.

While we were there, Mr. Benton called to say they’d be home around 10: Mrs. Benton’s leg wasn’t broken after all, but she was told to take it easy for a few days, which of course she wouldn’t.

We got home just before they did. I got paid for the entire fifteen hours I’d been there, even though I told them it wasn’t necessary, and Mr. Benton even complimented Ted for helping to hold down the fort.

All was right with the world.

Until that night, when Mrs. Benton was doing the laundry and found a pair of women’s red panties mixed in with Ted’s dirty laundry…

Retirement has actually proven to be pretty boring after years of traveling the states for my sales job. I especially miss learning my way around new towns and discovering new restaurants. Also, with age, I find that my taste buds are less and less sensitive to spice. I yearn for different taste experiences, especially if they are hot and spicy.

I have driven by the new Indian grocery store a few times and decide to see what they have to offer. I’ve had a few curries before but that had been years ago in NYC and I doubted their authenticity. I walk in and breath. The store is redolent with new aromas. The older dark skinned man behind the cash register gives me a wary look and a nod. I do not feel welcome at all but decide to look around.

In the third isle I find a you, a young woman, on your knees stocking shelves. My best guess puts you at about eighteen. You are, petite, trim, with light tan skin, silky long black hair, somewhat almond shaped dark eyes, and a ready smile.

“Is there anything I can do for you sir?” A few things immediately come to mind but I bite my tongue.

“I wasn’t sure I belonged here. The man in the front didn’t make me feel welcome at all but perhaps you can help. I’m looking for some new and exciting spices and flavors.”

My apologies sir. My father is not really comfortable in his role as shopkeeper. I’ll do whatever I can to help you feel more comfortable.”

Again I bite my tongue but offer my hand to help you stand. You accept with a ‘thank-you’. As I pull you up I inhale another new scent. I can’t place it at all but I love it and immediately want more. I tell you so and you blush.

Please follow me to the back of the shop sir so I can show you a better selection of spices. It’s dimly lit but not too dark. Please watch your step.

You climb a ladder and reach into bins collecting an assortment of goods and put each choice in small labeled bags. As you’re reach the last step on the ladder you must notice me staring up your skirt and I see you blushing as you glance at my growing bulge. You stumble slightly and I catch you before you fall.

You know exactly from whence the scent I noticed is emanating. Ooh sir I’m quite overcome. Perhaps I can help both of us. My father doesn’t like me chatting with men but I suspect he perhaps thinks you had already left.

We make eye contact, then our lips meet and in the next moment you pull me on top of you. You’re horny and wet and I take İstanbul Escort in even more of the new spicy smell, the one I couldn’t place. It’s musky and coming from your pussy.

I push you back on the ladder and pull your smock up over your head, binding your arms behind you. I release your bra and gaze for a full minute at your beautifully formed orb-like brown breasts. They are capped by rich dark cinnamon brown areola and your nipples stand like proud poles at the tips. I can’t wait to touch them and taste them but I take my time. I just stare and then take each nipple in turn between my lips and gently suck. You respond with low groans and I nibble a bit on each nipple in turn. I sense louder responses coming and cover your mouth with one hand while I continue to nibble and pull down your knickers with my free hand.

Your scent is overwhelming and I move my face down to inhale more of it. I release your hands so you can stifle the sounds that I know are going to erupt from your throat when I finally get to that hot and spicy source I’ve been yearning for.

I kneel before your ladder and you move down a rung and spread your knees to give me total access. Your bush is full, black, smooth, and very wet. I peer at your shiny wet pussy and smile before I dive in with my nose first and simply take in your essence. I find your enlarged clit with my tongue as my finger probes your tiny cunt. You taste of cardamon, ginger, salt, and hot chili peppers. I love it and by your reactions you are loving what I’m doing. Your first orgasm comes quickly and I slurp in all the goodness that flows from you.

I go back for more and now use two fingers in your cunt. You reward my mouth with another tasty shower and again I get it all. I want one more and get it quickly. I lean back and turn you around spreading your ass cheeks to get a glimpse of your sweet little brown rose-bud. I push my tongue against it and you seem to balk a bit but when I insert three fingers in your cunt and continue with my tongue you relax for a few seconds before having another explosion.

I release my belt and trousers with my free hand and stand behind you. All 22cm are standing at proud full attention. I slide my cock-head up and down your slit then remove my fingers and press just barely into your swollen and eager cunt. You stop me with a loud NO and pull away. I back up also and see you glance down at my now wilting cock.

I’m sorry sir but İstanbul Escort bayan I must not allow that. I am to be wed next Saturday and on Sunday morning my new father-in-law and his brothers will come to our room and collect the sheets. If there is no tell-tale blood on them my entire family will be shamed! I nod my acceptance as my cock continues to wither.

Perhaps, sir, I can pleasure you in the same way you did me. You don’t wait for an answer but drop to your knees in front of me and take my now re-engorging cock in your tiny brown hands. Your fingers barely reach around my expanding girth as you look up at me with those dark eyes.

I have never seen a grown man before. I had no idea they could be this big. It’s beautiful in it’s own way. The colors are as amazing as the size. You lightly trace your fingers over my pulsing blue veins and wipe a dab of precum from my purple tip, bringing it to your lips. The flavor is good as well. It looks so angry but to the touch is so smooth and silky.

You taunt me with your hands for a few more minutes and then take me in your soft and wet mouth. It’s my turn to moan but you hum your approval as well. You obviously lack experience and confidence but more than make up for it with enthusiasm, hunger, and curiosity. You lock your eyes on my face as your tongue explores every inch of my shaft and sack. It is almost as if you are mapping it for future reference. Of course you find my glans and frenelum to be the most responsive but move your tongue back down the length of my shaft exploring every nuance of it and my reaction to your ministrations. I think that if you keep this up you will grow to be the greatest cocksucker in history! I beg you to pause. Do you know what’s going to happen if you continue doing that?

Upon my engagement about a year ago my mother took me aside and told me how important it was going to be for me to know how to pleasure my future husband. She gave me a couple of books, written in our native language, that gave the details of my obligations in this regard. I studied them every day and for many lonely nights. I have wanted to experience this for months. When you walked in today and said you were looking to find new flavors and textures I was on my knees thinking of exactly the same thing. Perhaps we read each others minds and that’s why you caught my scent and became so aroused.

You, thankfully, go back to my cock and using your hands, lips, Escort İstanbul and tongue push me over the edge, drinking in all that I can produce. You continue your efforts until I am totally depleted and soft. You swallow every drop except for one that still hangs on your lips and then lick them to take care of that. You look up at me with a smile.

A very different flavor and texture sir. I enjoyed it as well as the experience. In the books that I studied they discussed that not all husbands taste the same but that a good wife could train her husband, through diet, to taste the way she wants and she could also eat things that would make her more appealing to him.

I’ve only met one woman whose taste I didn’t find enjoyable but I have known women whose first experience with a man was not pleasurable and would never try again. How would you ‘train me by way of diet’ to make it more pleasurable. I’d love to read those books.

They are all in my language sir. I would have to translate but if I might suggest a thin slice of peeled ginger each day.

I tasted that from you as well as cardamom and hot peppers.

About two months ago I began a diet including those things in hopes that my husband would find me appealing. If you, a man of discerning taste, found me to be so I hope that he will as well.

I hope your husband finds you to be as delectable as I do.

My mother told me that if my husband doesn’t try to please me as much as I please him I should just resign myself to that reality, patiently bear him his children, and find a caring lover.

I lean down and caress your face. I hope you will be happy and satisfied in your marriage but if you need a friend you probably have a regular customer that you can call on at any time.

Thank you sir. I will remember that, and today, always.

We went to the front of the store and your surprised father began to check me out.

I will be gone for three weeks on holiday and also a buying trip. I will remember our encounter and try to find new flavors that excite you. If you come back in a month, perhaps I can help you discover them as well. In the meantime you may be interested in this book about the effects of various herbs and spices on the body.

I understand and pull out a few more bills. If the opportunity presents itself I want to provide you with the same level of epicurean pleasure that you did me.

I hope you enjoy your honey…er holiday and I look forward to seeing you again when you are back. You have been most helpful.

Thank you sir. Perhaps I can be as helpful in the future.

Your father eyed me warily as I left the store with my bags of spices and another of ginger. I’m certain he didn’t notice my growing bulge.

The young man felt odd, excited and afraid at the same time. But his teacher, even his mentor had advised him that if he was to get any better he’ld have to do this. He’d been praised at the academy for his portraits, the way his paintings seemingly captured the very essence of the people he painted. His style was yet somewhat traditional, something that his more radical classmates found laughable and bourgeoisie. The whole campus was teeming with radicalism but he only wanted to paint and cared not for politics, just trying to stay out of it all. This left him somewhat isolated at the university since he tended to feel awkward at parties, finding nothing in common to talk about.

He had a gift for faces, but bodies and limbs were his Achilles heel. His teachers had come up with the solution, insisting that he’ld try his hand more at studies of the body. Still, the idea of nudes were a bit frightening, and yet also enticing, for him. Male models he was ok with, even if he didn’t exactly find the idea of staring at a naked guy for hours that interesting. But females… He loved the great nudes of history, La maja desnuda by Goya, Titian, even the birth of Venus by that old Florentine Botticelli. But to actually stand in the company of a naked woman made him shiver. The first time they had one at the academy he’d started blushing so hard that he’d had to elope from the room… hiding on the toilet until his quite firm erection had gone down. Coming back to the loft he’d been fortunate enough to be able to rent he’d been unable to think of anything else than that woman, how glorious she’d been all in the flesh. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of himself that night…

The second time he’d felt so uncomfortable before they even started that he hadn’t been able to stay. Making and faking an excuse, even though his teacher seemed to look straight through him. He seemed to notice directly what the young mans heart was hiding. A few days later he’d been told by that same teacher that he needed to submit some sketches of a female nude to clear the course. He’d had a model recommended to him and now she was on her way to his loft which doubled as his studio.

He’d cleaned it as best he could, never having had any female visitors apart from his mother. It was weird, this mixture of fear and excitement stemming from the knowledge that soon there’ld be a woman standing naked in his home. He found himself trembling at the very idea, his groin beginning to get that very special itch which he’d used to subdue by searching the art books of the world for nudes and pleasing himself. He wondered if that was what had been intended, all that art to the glory of female beauty and the delight of men? Other times he wondered if he was being disrespectful, treating the treasures of old art as his personal pornographic collection. He’d seen his father’s collection of french pictures in his youth, some more, some less nude than the women of art.

There was a gentle summer rain beginning to fall outside, a few minutes later there was a knock on his door. Opening it he found a blond woman slightly older than himself but also quite radiant. Her long hair wet with the rain but her fascinating smile only slightly dampened by it. Side escort As he reached out his hand to great her she asked for a towel and hurriedly he went to get her one. As she dried her hair he got the last things ready, his sketchpad and such. She gave him the towel back and he hung it up to dry. He was stunned to see that she was taking her clothes off when he turned round and faced her, he quickly turned around again. His pulse rising he started to sweat a little. She called out that she was ready, asking how he wanted her to stand and he could barely manage facing her, his eyes going from her’s and then quickly diving down over her body and into the floor. She suggested a pose herself and he merely nodded.

Picking up the pad he found himself unable to watch her for any length of time, almost unable to watch her long enough to be able to sketch anything. He had a goddess in his room and he was terrified that she’ld notice that he wasn’t thinking about art at all. He found himself crossing his legs to hide his boyish body’s reaction to her womanly one. His hand trembling over the paper, his lines all blurred. She asked to see how it was going and before he could say anything she was peeking over his pad, her shapely bosom right before his eyes. He stared in awe, unable to talk or think as all he wanted was to just reach out and…

She was a better observer than he’d thought at first because she said she could see he was nervous, but that she knew a great trick against that. He could barely form the words to ask her what that was but she sensed the question and answered in a simple word: undress. The mere suggestion stunned him out of his bosom-induced trance and he gazed up into her sea-deep blue eyes wondering if he’d really heard that. She said she was serious. That she thought he’ld feel less embarrassed if he just put himself on the same level as her. He wanted to object but she was emphatic, almost starting to undress him herself. Reluctantly and nervously he removed his shirt. He’d always been skinny and in school he’d always been bullied for it by the bigger boys. Now he feared she’ld start laughing to. Slowly he undressed, she didn’t laugh when he finished, instead reacting as if it was the most natural thing in the world that they both were naked. He actually felt a bit more relaxed, until a certain part re-awakened and he had to find a way to hide it. Quickly picking up his sketch pad.

Meanwhile she’d resumed her position but seeing him and how the whole thing was affecting him she smiled. It was just something about him that made her think of a puppy or a kitten, so harmless and endearing that she couldn’t help but extend her warm heart towards him. He saw that smile and even as his heart melted in front of it his darker memories told him that she’ld soon start to laugh. He’ld once again be humiliated. Like all those times he’d been tricked by girls pretending to like him only to get him to do things for them or set him up to be the victim of their true boyfriends. She smiled gently as she asked him if he’d had much experience with girls, it was almost to painful for him to answer. She continued to ask if he’d ever been with one and he finally got up the nerve to answer her in Side escort bayan the negative.

Walking towards him she felt almost motherly, she came up and embraced him as he shyly held on to his pad to cover up his groin. He melted away in her arms, smelling her soft hair and warm body he just melted, dropping the pad to the floor. They just stood there a while as she held him and he just relaxed. Sitting down next to each other on his small bed she looked him in the eye, holding his hands in hers. She told him that the she’ld show him how and that the first thing to start with was always the kiss. Caressing his cheek gently he almost purred at the feel of her hand, wondering if this was finally what he’d been waiting for for so long. She kissed him and he thought he saw colours dancing in his head. His lips couldn’t get enough of hers and she found something sweet in him that awakened the temptress within her, that inner woman of passion and fire that delighted in having a man at her feet. That was the original reason she started modelling, to know that all those men watching her wanted her yet could do nothing about it. To tempt them all and then walk away in full knowledge that she and only she would ever pick her partners. It was something so satisfying about driving someone with a talent that made them feel oh so superior down into the ground by tempting and then denying them. She’d gotten more than a few offers of money or artistic fame but she selected those she wanted in the end. The idea of debasing herself for money or fame was abhorrent to her.

Kissing they fell back onto the bed, she was lying on top of him, her thing pressing up against his more than eager and willing member. As she paused he gazed up onto her, looking as if he’d found god and god had turned out to be a goddess. Looking as if his praise for her, his thankfulness, was unending. Looking as if there was nothing she could’ve asked him to do at that moment which he would’ve refused. Lying on top of him she caressed his hair, he seemed unsure of where to put his hands so she placed them on her back, telling him to stroke it. His hands slid down to her bottom and for a moment he looked embarrassed until she told him that that was an almost better place. She moved up over him and told him to kiss her bosom. He obeyed her like he’d been waiting to do it all his life, like ever since his mother had weaned her off of her breast he’d been looking and longing for another to feel against his lips. He couldn’t help but take his hand back to caress them too, it was almost instinctive the way he kissed and licked her bosom, his tongue playing around her nipples as her bush teased his abdomen. He was in heaven as he squeezed her bosom around his face.

She moved back down, kissing him allover his face before finding his lips. Telling him he was a natural. She took one of his hands, licking a few fingers gently before sliding it down across her body. Finding her fertile valley as it was getting moister and moister. Guiding his fingers to her rosebud. She told him how to caress it, trying to keep guiding him as the pleasure was starting to make her loose control. Astonished at the effect it was having on her he just went on and on. Escort side Watching her intently and falling even more in love with this side of her. His fingers sliding in between her lower lips he was starting to explore her in astonishment, there was so much he’d never dreamt of yet that his instincts seemed to tell him was right.

She needed it, she wanted it and she must have it. Removing his hand she kissed his chest, nibbling on it. Her fiercer side revealed he was take aback. Her teeth caused him pain but strangely not a bad kind of pain, he felt himself wishing to be devoured by her. Her fingers digging into him as they travelled down his body, seeking their prey. Finding it he moaned, closing his eyes as he bit his lip. She smiled knowing he was hers for the taking. Gently caressing it she made sure he was up to the task. She rubbed her mound against his member, teasing it with her bush. He felt his blood boil, knowing something had to be done but what? Triumphantly smiling she conquered him, rising up and then bit by bit taking him in. It was as if there was no end to his bliss, each time he thought they’d reached the platform that was going to carry him onto ejaculation she found some way to elevate the pleasure even further. Her hands squeezing his chest as she rode him, riding him harder and harder as their bodies took control over them, making his bed shake as they both trembled within. Leaning down she kissed him, they were consuming each other at two ends, he’d never felt this close to another human being. As they kissed he caressed her head, letting his hands wander downwards they came upon her hips, helping him thrust into her, counter-thrusting her ride and increasing their force.

Pulsating on they were both chasing the peak, hungry for le petite mort. Their pace growing stronger they were consuming each other, as if trying to melt together from the groins and onwards until they were both as one. Instinct taking over what experience had initiated. He felt it building, that pressure within that he knew was going to burst. She was shuddering on top of him, caressing herself in the height of pleasure. Faster and harder, more and more, pressing ever onwards… biting his lip as he held it in, knowing it would feel just that much bigger when he finally lost it. Her hand on his chest was digging in, as if within her the same battle was raging. The same tension building that was just going to blow her away from within. Who came first is up for debate, she moaned first but that was what brought him over the edge. Both of them shaking and shuddering with each pulsating wave of pleasure, both of them under tremendous tension that all at once released itself. The built-up pressure flowing through their systems like a dam bursting and flooding a whole valley… for a moment none of them would’ve noticed even if a tremendous fire’d swept through and gutted the building.

Relaxing together, panting in a sweaty pile on a narrow bed he wanted to thank her. His eyes told her everything before he even tried to begin to speak, so she put a finger upon his lips and then silenced him with her own lips… a kiss as they fell asleep in each other’s arms… Later that night he awoke, his mind filled with inspiration. He sketched and then painted her, as he saw her, as he’d seen her. Like she was no, so calm and peaceful. Like she could be, so wild and passionate. He wanted no more at that moment than to show his worship for her in any way he could, for the rest of his life…

Early morning. I rolled over to check the clock and threw my arm over my pillow.

That is not my pillow, that is a person.

Slowly the memories of last night began to come back. I was the designated driver but Tim, Tim got wasted. Beyond wasted.

He began to annoy people. A better way to put that would be to say that he pissed everybody off so much people were threatening to beat him within an inch of his life. So I dragged him out of there.

He became more and more incoherent on the way home.

‘I wanna play some more Mikey.’ he mumbled.

‘Okay Timmy. We’re going to go to my house and play World of Warcraft, how about that?’

‘YEAH!’ He yelled. ‘I WANNA PLAY WITH YOU!’ -until you pass out, I thought.

We got back to my house and I had to physically carry him into the house. He was out.

I threw him down on the bed and he groaned. ‘I hope he doesn’t puke on my bed.’ I thought.

I peeled off his skinny jeans and hopped in the shower myself.

‘I hope he doesn’t puke on me’ I thought again as I laid down next to him in bed.

So, the person I threw my arm around the next morning was my best friend, Tim.

Sometime during the night he’d managed to get his shirt off. All he had on was a pair of boxers.

I started to roll on my back again but he grabbed me and pulled my arm around him, squeezing my hand.

‘Mikey’ he murmured, half asleep still.

‘What?’ I asked but he just muttered again and passed out. He was holding my hand so tight and with my other arm stuck underneath me, I couldn’t really move unless I woke him up.

But, I didn’t want to.

Because I realized I didn’t mind having my arm around Tim.

I didn’t mind holding his hand or laying in bed with him.

I didn’t mind the way his warm back felt against the skin of my chest. It was…nice.

It was nice holding my best friend that way. So I did. And he kept sleeping for a while.

Then he brought my hand up to his face and kissed the inside of my wrist.

I had tried to kill myself a few years back. In high school. I cut the wrong direction of course because I was a stupid kid and I don’t know if I really wanted Avcılar Escort to die anyway. You’re supposed to cut down your arm first they say, then across. I started across then when it came to cutting down, my hands wouldn’t do it. The doctor’s said I nicked a tendon and I couldn’t hold the razor.

My mom called 911 when she found me. There was an ambulance, lots of stitches and a nice, long stay in a psychiatric hospital. That’s where I met Tim. He’d taken a whole bottle of morphine but his body failed him – like it always seems to- and he vomited up enough pills so they could save him. He was in a coma for 4 days. He said that you actually do dream when you’re in a coma and it lasts a long, long time. Like hell.

He kissed the scars on my wrist. I usually keep them covered but not with him.

Then he licked it and kissed it again, running his lips over it, back and forth.

It felt good. It felt good even though it made me feel vulnerable. His warm saliva made it feel like blood was running down my arms again, like he was kissing the inside of the wounds themselves. Maybe that’s why it felt so good. Because I trusted him not to bleed me dry. Not to let me die.

I leaned into his back and sighed. Wanting him to keep going.

He ran his mouth over the palm of my hand and licked my fingertips.

‘What are you doing Timmy?’ I asked. I didn’t want to ask. I just wanted him to do it. But this was a type of game wasn’t it?

He’s straight. I’m pretty sure we both are. I never really thought about it. So, maybe not. Maybe not.

So I had to ask him what he was doing and he had to say…

‘Do you want me to stop?’

And I had to say ‘I don’t think so. I think I want you to do it more.’ then he was supposed to say ‘Okay’ and do it more and more and more.

But he didn’t say ‘Okay.’ instead he said ‘No. I need you to look at me.’

So I rolled him over and looked at him. My blue ones and he took my hand again.

‘Do you want me to stop Mikey?’

‘I said No Tim, I don’t want you to stop.’

‘You said, you don’t think so.’ he replied. ‘I need you to know. I’m not going to do anything and have you say Avcılar Escort bayan that you didn’t want it, that I made you do it.’

He had tears in his eyes. Drops of saltwater green in the fire of his eyes. I never noticed how beautiful his eyes were. Such heat. Would his tears turn to steam or would they fall?

They threatened to spill over at any second.

That’s what did it for me. That’s what pushed me over the edge. Realizing how much I cared about this boy in front of me. Tim wasn’t just my friend.

I loved him. Ever since the hell we went through in that place they called a hospital, we’d taken care of each other. More than any ‘friends’ ever could.

It hurt me to see him put himself through the things he did. It was painful for me to watch the way he lived his life.

It hurt to see the damage he inflicted on himself. I couldn’t stand by and not help him anymore.

One tear rolled down his cheek, then another.

I leaned over and licked them away. They tasted like steam.

I kissed each of his eyelids, feeling his eyes move under my tongue. I brushed my lips over his long eyelashes.

More tears fell and I kissed them away, continuing down his chin, along his jaw. I kissed his neck, now moist with sorrow.

I tasted the salt in his fear of rejection. Then I kissed his lips, brushed his bottom lip with my tongue.

He opened his mouth, pushing against me passionately, our tongues meeting briefly then increasing with urgency before he yelled out ‘STOP!’

He called out through my kisses. ‘You didn’t answer me! ANSWER ME!’

‘I do know so.’ I replied. ‘I know I want this. I know I want you. I love you Tim. How can you doubt that?’

He grabbed the back of my neck in one hand and pulled me down, kissing me hard. Attacking me with his mouth so that it hurt, pressing my lips against my teeth.

He wrapped his arms around me and rolled over on top of me. Kissing me the whole time.

My face, my neck, my chin. He bit at my throat and my shoulders, gasping for air.

He wet my chest with his tears.

‘It’s okay Timmy, it’s okay, slow down!’ I tried to comfort him but he Escort avcılar was beyond control.

‘I can’t’ he cried. “I can’t slow down, not now!’

He ran his teeth over my nipples and I groaned out loud.

But he didn’t linger anywhere for long. He kept moving, dipping into the hollows of my body, running his tongue over my bones, my ribs, my hips.

He pulled my underwear off in one desperate motion then swept down to my cock and started stroking it.

I was already so hard. I couldn’t believe what he was doing to me. After all this time, the years we’d known each other, is this what had been building up between us?

If so, it was going to be a hell of a ride!

His hands were soft and my cock was hard. It was more than either of us could stand.

He pulled off his shorts and sprawled between my legs.

Then he put my whole cock in his mouth. Hot and wet, it was so sudden and so good I almost screamed for him to stop.

But he kept working his hands and his mouth, running his tongue up and down my shaft.

‘Oh God, TIM! You need to slow down, It’s too much!’ I managed to call out as he swalled my cock again and again, sucking hard. He didn’t let up. This wasn’t just wanting, this was desperation of the worse kind and I felt it just as much as he did.

I wrapped my fingers in his hair, pulling and tangling it.

I tried not to push his head down or buck my hips too hard. He knew what to do. He was doing it.

He was doing it and then he grabbed hold of my hips and burrowed his face down into my pubic hair like an animal and…ohmygod…’TIM I’M GONNA CUM.” I screamed it out.

He went down on it as far as he could.

My cock in the silken tunnel of his throat. His throat contracted around me, squeezing and releasing as he swallowed.

‘OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD’ I yelled it out as I came. He kept swallowing, pulling every bit out of me.

I called out his name over and over. Finally slowing down, my orgasm subsiding to a mere trickle he kept moving and working over my cock for another minute.

Tim looked up at me and I noticed how gorgeous he was wiping a few last drops of cum off his lips with the back of his hand.

He was beautiful and I told him so.

‘I love you Mikey.’ He said. ‘I really do. I’ve been wanting this.’

I could only smile at him.

‘My turn.’ I replied grabbing him under the arms and pulling him up to meet me.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Student Sarah is seduced by her Mum and Dads friends

My name is Sarah. I’m a student living in a small village in England. I was a very late developer and I loved how suddenly all the guys at college started paying me attention. I’m not the prettiest of girls but I’m not bad looking. I soon started getting sexually excited when they looked at my tits. The more they looked, the more I liked it. When one of them asked for a feel I readily agreed. I loved it. Especially as some of them really knew what to do and played with my nipples. Shortly after I started masturbating. Soon I was doing it every night in bed and sometimes before I got up for college.

I also noticed how one our neighbours, Mike a friend of Mum and Dads took every opportunity to have a look down my top. Although he was in his early 40s and certainly old enough to be my Dad, I liked the thought that maybe I was exciting him. Whenever we bumped into each other in the village we stopped and chatted. Mike always flirted with me, which turned me on and if I saw him I would always undo another button on my blouse.

I had a few boyfriends but I didn’t have sex with them although they wanted to. I wanked them off and they fingered me and made me cum. After going out with a boy for a few months I decided I was ready to have sex with him. It was a disaster. All he was interested in was his own satisfaction. He put his cock inside me and came within about a minute, leaving me totally frustrated. As soon as he went home I masturbated and satisfied myself.

We carried on seeing each other and he wanted more sex, but I didn’t. So we soon finished.

I carried on satisfying myself whenever I could, which was ALL THE TIME.

Mike and his wife Sheena were good friends with my Mum and Dad and were always having nights out together. When I knew Mike was coming round I made sure I was always there.

One weekend Dad was away working as he was a builder and Mum said she was having a night out with Mike and Sheena. Mum said I would have to stay in with my sister.

An hour or so before they were due to go out I passed Mum in her bedroom getting ready to go out. I was surprised as I her saw sitting on the bed putting nylon stockings on. I didn’t even know she had any, I only ever saw her wearing tights. She finished getting ready and put her make up on. I was quite surprised how nice she looked for a night out without Dad.

Mike and Sheena came round and I made sure I opened the door. I had a low cut t shirt on. Mike said, ‘Hi Sarah, you look nice’. I blushed.

Mum picked up her handbag and they went out. I looked out of the window and as they walked to the car Mike was in the middle with Mum and Sheena either side of Mike holding his arm. Mike opened the car door for Mum and as she got in I clearly saw him pat Mum on the bum. She turned round and smiled at him. Surely Mike didn’t fancy Mum and daughter!

My sister and I sat around watching TV and eventually went to bed. I masturbated while thinking about Mike and drifted off into a relaxing sleep. After a while a noise woke me. I sat up and listened quietly. It was coming from downstairs. I got out of bed and quietly stood at the top of the stairs. I could hear Mum talking but she was also groaning at the same time. It sounded like she was having sex. I couldn’t understand it as Dad wasn’t here.

I slowly went downstairs and the noises got louder. Mum was clearly talking on the phone. I was getting nervous now. I peered through the crack in the door.

Oh my God, Mum, Mike and Sheena were all having Esenyurt Escort sex. Mum was lying back on the sofa and Mike was between her legs fucking her. Sheena was kneeling beside her and sucking on one of her tits and playing with the other one. Mike was playing with Sheena’s pussy as she sat with her legs wide apart.

But strangely Mum was talking on her mobile phone. I listened. She was talking to Dad. Mum was really enjoying what Mike was doing to her. She had her legs wide apart and Mike was slowly fucking his large cock in and out of her pussy. She was so obviously enjoying it.

I listened to her talking, ‘Oh, Alan, it’s wonderful, Mike’s huge cock is fucking me. I wish you were here to watch, I know how much it turns you on watching Mike giving me a good fucking. Are you nearly cumming yet. I know Sheena is missing wanking you off as Mike fucks me. It seems ages since we all did it together. Oh Alan, its wonderful, I’m nearly cumming, Oh that’s it Mike, harder, fuck me harder, make me cum. Oh Alan, I’m almost cumming, wank faster, cum now. Oh that’s wonderful. I wish you were here to watch me cum. Mike is such a great lover. And Sheena just adores sucking my nipples.’

I was amazed. I was dumbstruck as I watched and listened to my Mum. I couldn’t believe it was her. But it was doing something to me. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter. My nipples were rock hard. I was getting turned on watching my Mum having sex.

Then she said, ‘I’m going to pass you over to Sheena now and let her describe how I’m going to suck Mike off and make him cum in my mouth. I know how much you enjoy watching as he pumps his hot cum into my mouth. Can you cum again if Sheena describes what I am doing.’

I was almost cumming just watching this. I had a hand in my pyjamas and playing with my pussy. Suddenly Mike stood and sat back down on the sofa. His cock was huge. I wanted it. Then Mum knelt between his legs and lowered her mouth over Mikes huge hard cock.

Sheena started talking to Dad. ‘Hi Alan, it’s a shame you’re not here, we’re having a great time. Mike has just given your wife the largest of orgasms and now she’s about to return the favour. I know how much you like watching your wife suck my husband off.’

I watched in amazement as my Mum lowered her mouth over Mike’s cock and took it deep in her mouth. I watched fascinated as her head bobbed up and down.

Sheena was talking to Dad. ‘Your wife is sucking my husband deep into her mouth. She’s squeezing his balls with one hand and rubbing his cock with the other as she sucks it. I wish you were here now so I could do the same to you. Are you hard again, are you going to cum soon. I love the taste of your cum on my tongue.’

I was so excited now. I could see Sheena playing with herself while she spoke to Dad. I was so horny I was playing with my pussy. I had to cum too. Suddenly Mike looked up and saw me, he smiled and winked at me and carried on enjoying being pleasured by my Mum’s mouth.

I moved back slightly. I was hooked on what I was watching. My orgasm was getting closer. I didn’t care if I was seen. I wanted what they were having. Suddenly my orgasm was almost there and so was Mikes. Mum lifted her head and I saw shot after shot of hot cum splatter my Mum’s face and hair. Sheena described all this in graphic detail to Dad as he listened far away in a hotel room.

I came all over my fingers but still I couldn’t stop watching. Now it was Sheena who was about to cum, she was still talking to Dad as her fingers bought herself to a crashing Esenyurt Escort bayan orgasm.

I crept slowly and quietly up to bed. After a few minutes I heard Mike and Sheena go home.

I had trouble sleeping after that. Just thinking about what I had seen kept me awake. It also excited me. And I’m ashamed to say I played with myself again while picturing what Mum and Mike were doing. When we got up in the morning Mum was late to rise.

When she came downstairs I said, ‘Did you have a good time last night.’

‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘It was fine.’

She gave no hint of knowing that I knew what had happened.

I was a bit concerned how I would react when I saw Mike and Sheena as I was sure Mike would tell her that he saw me. I managed to avoid them for a couple of days but one hot Saturday afternoon I was walking down to the local shop to get some cigarettes when I saw Mike washing his van. He was only wearing shorts and no top. He is very good looking and has a good body, and I now know he is well endowed.

I was very embarrased as I walked past him. He saw me and stopped washing his van. ‘Hi Sarah, how are you’, he asked.

I felt myself blushing and saying I was fine.

He said, ‘It’s hot today and I’ve nearly finished, do you fancy a cold drink in the garden?’

I said, ‘I have to go the shop first, maybe on the way back.’

I had no intention of doing so and I carried on to the shop. I glanced back at Mike and admired his body. I was getting a tingle between my legs at the memories of what I had seen a few days earlier. As I walked out of the shop I saw Mike rolling up the hosepipe and putting his cleaning things away. I reached Mike and said, ‘What about that cold drink then.’

He opened the garden gate and followed me in. He called out, ‘Sheena, Sarah’s popped in for a cold drink.’

I followed Mike into the garden and sat down on a sunlounger. Sheena soon appeared with a tray of cold drinks. We sipped them and generally chatted.

Sheena suddenly said, ‘Sarah, you don’t mind if I take my top off, do you, I’m very hot.’

I smiled and said, ‘No, of course not.’

Sheena was very attractive and her face was always well made up. I noticed her bright red lipstick, the same she was wearing the other night. She had lovely tits, but I already knew that. Her nipples were erect, I kept staring at them and remembering when I last saw them. Oh God, I thought, I’m getting horny.

After a short while Sheena said, ‘Sarah, you must be hot with that top on, why not take it off, Mike wont mind.’

I replied, ‘I’m not sure, I’m rather embarrassed.’

I looked at Mike, he gave that smile and winked at me. Just as he did the other night. I knew then that I wouldn’t be able to resist.

‘OK,’ I said.

Sheena came over to me and reached down to my top. I raised my arms and she took my top off. I felt self conscious but excited. She reached round my back and undid my bra strap and took it off. I immediately crossed my arms and covered my tits. I could feel my nipples were hard.

Sheena stood behind me and reached down and started rubbing my nipples. I was helpless to stop her. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wonderful feeling she was giving me. She squeezed and pinched them and made them harder. I knew this was wrong but I couldn’t resist.

Sheena said, ‘Look what effect you’re having on Mike.’

I opened my eyes and saw that Mike had taken his shorts off and his cock was standing to attention. My eyes were glued to it. I Escort esenyurt immediately remembered watching Mum being fucked and then sucking it.

Sheena said, ‘Sarah, would you like Mike to put it inside you?’

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. But I opened my legs. Mike reached forward and undid my shorts and slid them and my knickers down my legs. Sheena took one of my hands and put it on Mike’s lovely hard cock. I started rubbing it. It was rock hard.

Sheena laid me down on the sun lounger. I was now totally naked. My legs opened and I felt Mike’s cock at my pussy lips. He stroked it up and down a few times and then slowly inserted it. It was sensational as he slowly put it in a little and then took it out. Each time it went in a little further. I felt I was splitting in two.

Sheena was playing rigorously with my tits. Pulling and squeezing my nipples. Mike was now fully inside me and fucking me with a slow but increasing rhythm. I was in heaven. I was soon cumming and I yelled as Mike made me cum.

I expected him to stop, but he carried on fucking me and eventually I felt another orgasm approaching. This was even more intense and I thought I was going to pass out. Sheena was now sucking my nipples. Mike slowly withdrew his cock and Sheena said, ‘Now its my turn.’

Mike now lay down his sun lounger, his cock standing straight up. Sheena pulled her shorts off. She wasn’t wearing knickers. She stood with her legs either side of the lounger and lowered herself down onto Mike’s cock. Then she slowly raised herself up before plunging down as hard as she could onto his cock.

‘Play with my tits,’ she told me.

I had never even touched anyone but my own, but I didn’t hesitate in doing what Sheena wanted. I squeezed her nipples and pinched them as hard as I could. I knew how much I enjoyed it so I was sure Sheena would too. The look on Sheena’s face showed how much pleasure she was getting and in only a few minutes she was cumming, having fucked herself on Mike’s rock hard cock.

She rolled off onto the grass.

Mike was still hard and clearly ready to cum.

Sheena said to me, ‘Would you like to wank him off over may face and mouth?’

Sheena sat on the grass and Mike knelt in front of her. I reached out for Mike’s cock. It felt lovely and sticky from being inside mine and Sheena’s pussies. I started slowly rubbing him. I couldn’t get my whole hand round it as it was so wide. Sheena leant forward and Mike put his cock inside her mouth. She closed her bright red lips and clamped them tight around it. I started rubbing it faster and faster as Sheena sucked. Mike reached for my other hand and put it on his balls. I squeezed them tightly.

I wanked harder and faster and I knew he was going to cum soon. Then Sheena opened her mouth and put her lips just on the tip. I wanked faster and soon Mike was cumming all over his wife’s face and mouth. I was amazed at how much cum there was. He seemed to cum for ages and ages.

Eventually he stopped and he lay down and collapsed on the grass. Sheena still had her face and mouth covered in Mike’s cum. I saw her start licking it. She scooped a little up with her finger and offered it to me. I was unsure, but I opened my mouth and licked it. It tasted sweet and salty at the same time as well as hot and sticky. I liked it.

Sheena said, ‘Next time you can suck him off.’

Read chapter 2 where Sheena shows me how good lesbian sex is and I introduce my sister to Mike and Sheena and we all contemplate whether we should have an orgy with Mum and Dad.

Please let me have your thoughts.

This story, while it is a story, is based on real people who live in my village. If you would like me to write a story about you and people you know, let me have as many details as possible. The more you tell me the more realistic I can make it.

She is not my niece though she calls me “uncle”. Yes, she still calls me Uncle. She lives in the adjoining apartment. Her parents are also Asians like us but remain very busy looking after their business during day and their cultural and social activities during evenings and up till night. She remains lonely and visits us very often. She is a sweet child, must be over 19, with a cute well-developing body, dark brown hair and brown eyes. There is always a smile on her petal-like lips.

We are a happily married couple with no child. My wife is 44, a very lovely and loving soul. I am 49 and look average. I work as a senior-executive in a bank.

One evening I was alone at home. My wife had gone out. I was just idling and thinking to dress up and go out when doorbell rang. I went to door to find her there, smiling like always. On my opening the door, she came in. She told me that her computer had gone out of order and that she would use my computer. I took her to the computer-room and went to kitchen to get her some drink. Serving her with drink, I came back to living room.

I Esenyurt Escort had hardly settled down on my chair in the living room when I heard her calling me. I went to the computer room. She said she could not open the computer. She was sitting on the chair before the computer. I sat down on the arm of the chair and started helping her in opening the computer. In doing so, my cheeks rubbed against her breasts.

I soon observed that she herself was rubbing her breasts against my cheeks. I looked down and saw a naughty smile on her face. She then held my head against her breasts.

I do not know as to what happened next. What I remember is that both of us were on carpet. I had removed her shirt and was loosening her bra. Soon I could see two small cute breasts, the fresh most I have ever witnessed. Her eyes were closed with that smile still on her face. I started feeling her titties and soon took her nipples in my two lips.

While I was sucking her tiny boobs, her hands were wandering closer to my chest, trying to remove my shirt. I had by then unzipped her Esenyurt Escort bayan jeans. Removing her panties, I started feeling her heavenly cave. She had trimmed-hair. While continuing sucking her breasts, I kept feeling her pussy and also fingered her. When the finger first entered her, she had a shiver. With the finger getting in and coming out, she started becoming wild.

I had by then undressed my self. She was holding my dick in her hand. Her grip kept on getting tight while I was fingering her. Soon, I do not know how, but we were in 69 position. I was eating her and drinking her juices. She was sucking me hard and deep. Suddenly, I off loaded all of my cum in her mouth. I thought she would spit but she did not. She though had a shock. She stopped sucking. My dick came out of her mouth. A few drops of cum also came out. But she soon overcame all this and swallowed the cum. While swallowing, there was a strange shine in her eyes.

She again took the dick in her mouth as if it was a candy and started sucking it afresh. Her pussy was again making Escort esenyurt small movements – to and for – over my mouth. I was hard again. Her pussy was wet. I laid her down on the carpet, made her to spread her thighs, rubbed my dick in her cave, up and down, stopping at clit and hole. She was moaning and screaming. She then cried, “Uncle, put it in as Dad puts in to Mamma’s”.

Hearing this, the damn thing just turned into a rock. I targeted the hole and gave it a push. The head went in. She cried with pain but said, “oohhh ooohhh oooohhhhh a little more.” I gave a few stronger pushes now and all of it got in. Yes, all of my 7 inches in a virgin pussy, though she cried a little. Her pussy-muscles would expand when it gets in. The would engulf it when I would pull it out. She was tight, wet and warm. There was a strange rhythm. When dick gets in she would pull a little farther. When it comes out, she would bring her pussy closer.

She was in my arms. Her legs were now wrapped around my buttocks. I was fucking her deep and fast and hard. She was enjoying it a lot. She came several times. And when I had cum, she contracted her muscles as if nothing must go out.

We were now sleepy and slept in each other’s arms. We must have slept for about half an hour when I got up. I then made her to get up. Smilingly, she dressed up, kissed my lips hard and left happily.